“Pho.”
“Nice!” Sniffing that steaming box, his mouth watered at the scent. “Good idea.”
“It’s great food too.”
“Fuels up the body.” Spencer dared a wink at him and earned a smile.
They ate, slurping that rich soup, famished, that spicy warmth spreading in their blood.
Spencer put his box aside first. “Ready for another round, old man?”
Duncan put his box down too. “Old man? That’s rich.”
Spencer grinned. “Did you really go out with that old fart of a photographer?”
“Old fart… he’s not that old. We might have the same age difference.”Shit.All of a sudden, that unjustified guilt soared up.
Spencer caught that light in his eyes and crawled closer. “I don’t give a shit about age. Besides, you’re only thirty-seven.” Amused, waiting for Duncan’s eyes.
“That’s reassuring?”
“I don’t need reassurance.” He pulled Duncan close. “I need you to fuck me, though, so please, if you don’t mind…”
Duncan gave up, whatever fucking resistance he didn’t even have in the first place. “I don’t mind…”
Kissing Spencer, he pushed him back into the mattress, not even minding that strong taste of weed on his tongue.Fucking poison…one he could not get enough of, no matter how his rational mind was screaming at him. Feeling how dry Spencer’s mouth was, he broke the kiss and reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand and took a large swig. Smiling a bit at how Spencer’s mouth and tongue kept roaming his arm as he was leaning above him. Completely drenched in lust, heaving softly after he had lost Duncan’s mouth.
Duncan just caught his jaw softly to steady him, running a thumb on his lower lip, he hovered over Spencer’s slack mouth. Letting a small trickle of water out of his mouth, waiting for those hazy eyes to understand. Spencer calmed under his touch, lapping at the water pearling on his lips. More. Opening wider, drinking the water trickling from Duncan’s mouth. Moaning into that wide kiss when Duncan just sealed his lips, made him swallow the water left in his mouth. Spencer just drank, soft gulps, aroused, so hard, he had lifted his hips off the bed to get Duncan’s hand, anything. Anything to ease that tension.
Duncan chuckled. “You’re high as a kite.”
Spencer smiled up at him. “So what? So what…” Parting his lips, opening wide, floating on that deep kiss.
Shuddering when Duncan’s hand slid down his chest and abs to his cock. Spencer arched against his warm palm, whining in his mouth. Grabbing Duncan’s shoulder when he started stroking his rock-hard cock. Spencer’s fingers curled into those thick muscles, mewling when Duncan just tightened his grip on his leaking cock. He couldn’t hold, he knew, wouldn’t hold either, panting in Duncan’s mouth, coming with a moan, shivering as he shot ropes of cum on his abs, leaking on Duncan’s fist. That hard fist which wouldn’t stop jerking him off. Feeling him let go, feeling his fingers push against his hole, slick with cum.Oh…Spencer’s eyes rolled back when Duncan pushed his fingers in to the knuckles, playing with that oversensitive spot.
“Fuck!”
Spencer clung to him, but Duncan just rolled on top of him, spreading his legs with his thighs, as he removed his fingers and nudged his cock against that tight ring. Pushing it in, rolling his hips into Spencer, hard. Lacing his arms around him, holding him tight so he could not squirm away, fucking that sensitive flesh. Spencer howled, arching against that hard body, but there was nothing he could do, nothing but lace his arms around Duncan’s soaked back. Letting him ride him, hard, clinging to him as his body flamed up. Over and over again, as Duncan’s cock brushed his prostate. Spencer had no idea if he had come again, no idea, his mouth slack, lost under that heavy, burning body. Holding him tighter when he felt his hips lose that steady rhythm, he clenched his fingers in Duncan’s muscles, his nails digging into flesh and skin. Knowing that the pain would throw Duncan off the edge, smiling when Duncan came with deep moans. Rocking together, those slick bodies burning as one as their hearts hammered against each other.
What the fuck was this? What… Madness…Spencer glided his hands down to Duncan’s hips, stroking those scars softly, so thatthey would blend in with that blinding pleasure, that they would feel right.
Duncan rested a bit on top of Spencer, heaving softly, his sweat pearling down his skin and face.Fuck…Stiffening a bit when he felt Spencer’s hands glide on those scar s, but they felt warm, right, soothing, so he relaxed into it, floating a bit on his touch, his ribs rising against him.
Duncan caressed Spencer’s face, meeting his eyes. Words, which got stuck, somehow, even if he wanted to joke it away, all that nonsense fuckery of how good it felt to have him under his body, against his skin. Meeting those dark eyes filled with a foreign light, almost warm.He’s playing… fooling around…but Duncan wasn’t sure, not anymore. Not when Spencer’s hands felt like they belonged there, wherever he wanted to put them.
Spencer just watched him, not even wanting to put words on anything, dead scared of his own feelings. Instead, he put his hands behind Duncan’s neck and pulled him down into another wide kiss, drowning in his taste, drinking his breath. Floating on that breathing he knew now, on the beating of his heart, their scents laced in that room thick with the smell of sex, sweat and cum. Intoxicating. Madness.Insane.Something he could not get enough of.Poison…Smiling into the kiss, he let Duncan roll over, take him with him, not breaking that kiss as Spencer’s hair spilled around their faces, like a curtain of silk. Eating him up, letting him hide from the world in that lush hair where the setting sun’s rays played like golden flakes. Like diamonds on their skin, the sweat drops pearling down, lighting up their hearts. Those torn, scarred hearts, beating as one.
Chapter 11
Sure enough he’d stayed the night, curled up against Duncan’s abs like a cat which had found the perfect nook in that spoon of hot flesh and skin. Snuggling closer in that hazy sleep under his broad arm, the other one curled against his chest. Spencer was not used to being held, or cuddling up to his occasional fuck buddies or partners, and this was new, to crave a bit that warmth when he moved, look for him in that hazy sleep. To stay put, and not feel trapped. He was pretty sure he had woken before Duncan, but he didn’t move, relishing a bit in his warmth, his breath in his neck, his chest rising, a familiar rhythm Spencer knew now. His hand so close to his lips that Spence could not resist and nibbled at his fingers.
Not even knowing if he was awake. “You’re up?”
Moaning, a soft kiss on his neck as his arm tightened around him. “I am now…”
Spencer arched back against that erection wedged between his ass cheeks. “I see…” He turned his head, smiling up at him. “Morning quickie?”
Duncan brushed his hand down Spencer’s face. “You don’t tire?”
