Spencer took the phone back. “Neat, huh? My mother gave her my number for sure.”
“Maybe she just wants to show you the painting.”
Spencer met his eyes, unable to read them, to see if he was bullshitting him. “Really? You don’t even believe your own words… she wants to fuck me, and you know it.”
“And how do you want to play this?”
Spencer rolled against him, putting his palm on his chest. “I’ll go and you’ll come, and guard my ass, as you’re supposed to, and then take me out of there.”
“Or… you’ll get drunk, high, high and drunk, and you’ll send me outside and let her have her way.”
Spencer smirked. “Then just take me out. Haul me on your shoulder.”
“I can’t. Not without being totally suspicious. Or unprofessional.”
“Shit…” Spencer caught that bite mark at the base of Duncan’s neck, and grazed it. “Sexy…”
“It hurts like fuck.”
“When I bite? Good. I want it to hurt… so you don’t forget me.” Cupping his face, he kissed him, hard, giving a small bite to his lower lip.
A soft moan. “Fuck… stop it…”
Spencer grinned. “You don’t even mean it, now, do you? You love this…”
“Smartass…” But he kissed him back, letting Spencer nibble at his lip, that small pain sending shockwaves down his spine.What the fuck…trying to remember when pain had crawled under his skin.
Spencer smoothed his hand on his cheek. “Take me to her… and then save my ass. Please.”
“Alright… try not to get to drunk or fucked up.”
“Right. I’ll try.” He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Time to go home then and prepare. I’ll tell her we’re going tonight.” Typing, waiting for the reply. “Splendid. Tonight it is for dinner, eight o’clock, casual.” He scoffed, tossing the phone on the covers. “Let’s shower.” He grazed his abs. “We made a mess.” Smiling, wide, something he rarely did, and Duncan was lost a bit in his sight.
Spencer looked at him. “Daydreaming already? I hope you’re dreaming about my ass in that shower.”
“Maybe…”
“Come, then.” Tugging at his hand. “Let’s not just dream.”
“I’m not sure fucking in the shower is a great idea…”
Spencer pulled at him. “It’s a great idea. I’ve never done it and I want to do it with you.”
Duncan got out of bed and followed Spencer to that large shower. Watching him turn it on, that large shower head raining warm water. He pulled Duncan under it, kissing him, straight away, and Duncan was lost, pushing Spencer against that dark brown stone wall laced with golden veins. Hauling him up, and Spencer laced his legs around his waist, panting against that soaked skin, kissing his neck, licking it as Duncan pushed in.
Spencer tensed against him.
“I told you… not a fucking great idea…”
“Shut up…” Kissing his words away, he tightened his legs on Duncan, pushing his hips down. “Fuck… ah…”
Duncan just rocked him, trapping him between the wall and his body, holding him up as Spencer clung to his neck. His teeth against that thick trapezium muscle, and Duncan knew, he fucking knew Spencer was going to bite down when he came. Anticipating that pain, it made him even hornier, somehow. Moaning, both of them, panting, rocking together. Feeling Spencer clench on him, it made him come too, riding that sharp pain when Spencer just bit down, moaning, his mouth filled with Duncan’s skin and flesh. Rocking under that warm water, slow, riding that aftermath, waves of them. Kissing, wide, letting the water flow into their mouths, down their bodies.
Spencer broke it, grinning. “Now that I lost my shower virginity, we can soap up and go.”
Duncan brushed his thumb on his lower lip. “Shower virginity… what the fuck...”
Spencer laughed, the water pearling down his hair, his eyelashes. “Yes… and many more virginities to lose….” Kissing him. “Many more…”
