“Maybe…” Opening wide, letting Spencer seal his mouth, eat him up.
There was nothing else there but the whispering trees, the sun playing on that warm water, and them, locked together in that tight embrace, in that deep kiss.
Spencer reached down and put Duncan cock against his hole, panting, that warm water bubbling around them, stroking their skin.
Duncan breathed. “In the water…”
“Fuck cares.” He pushed Duncan in, closing his eyes at that slight pain, but he didn’t care, wanting all of him to wash out his memories of that tub. Maybe just wanting him, a thought so frightening he had to grip Duncan’s shoulders as he sank on him, eyes a bit wide, both of them. A breath, a soft moan, Spencer even hotter than the water around them.
Spencer clenched on that thick cock, trembling as he started rocking his hips.Can you sweat in water?He was sure he could. Letting Duncan pull him in his neck, he rocked in his arms,floating on those deep thrusts, because Duncan was holding him tight, gliding his hands down to where his hips met his ass, clenching his fingers in that soft flesh, hard. Spencer moaned at the pain diluting in his pleasure.Oh fuck…it felt so good, he just kissed and licked his neck, wanting more. Opening his mouth on his trapezium, he knew he would bite, not even able to hold back.
Duncan moaned when Spencer bit down, knowing he had come, squeezing around his cock so hard, he lost it too. Rocking him, buried deep, he just kissed his neck, that soaked hair plastered to Spencer’s neck and shoulders. Gliding his hands up his slick back, lacing his arms around him. Letting him rest on his shoulder, his teeth wedged in his flesh, suckling softly on his wet skin. Maybe soothing. It was to him too. That pain.
Spencer pushed himself up after a while. “I’m hungry.”
“Alright. I can cook up something.”
“You cook?” That mocking smile.
“Yes. Hope you’re not too floored.”
“I never had anybody cook for me but the cooks.”
“Well, time to start then.”
Spencer had flung a white shirt on, but never bothered to button if, holding a glass of red wine, watching Duncan cook in his boxers and an apron. His eyes roamed his back; the apron tied on that waist he loved. He walked close, looking at those two slabs of meat sizzling in some fragrant oil, riddled with spices whilst some vegetables simmered in a large wok.
“Veggies?” Pulling a small face.
Duncan turned to him, licking his thumb off. “Yep. It will do you good, to your fast food junkie body.”
“Health freak.” Grinning.
Duncan took the glass out of his hand, and Spencer thought he would take a sip, but he just sloshed some of it on the meat. Handing it back to him.
Spencer sipped the wine. “You never drink?” Asking this, fuck knew why.
“Not anymore. I used to, back in the days, when I was young and reckless. When we had days off and got wasted.”
“Wasted with a lover?”
Duncan smiled but it was tight, turning the meat. “Yeah… something like that…” His throat clenched at that flood of memories.Shit.
Spencer noticed it, a small concern above his mocking. “Oh, hit a nerve?”
Duncan braced the counter. “Uh… maybe…”
Spencer pulled him around to face him. “It’s that painful?” Dreading something at the look in Duncan’s eyes.
Duncan just grabbed his hips and lifted him on the counter, standing between his spread legs. “Let’s not bring him here, now… please.”
“Him?” His eyes asking.
Duncan thought of not answering, that name buried deep in his soul with his nightmares. But, somehow, drowned in those dark eyes, feeling his hands on his waist, he could say it. “Patrick.” Swallowing that lump in his throat.
Spencer’s heart rushed. “And where is Patrick?” Watching those grey eyes well up, he regretted his question, a remorse there he had never known, not at that magnitude.
Duncan smiled above his pain, lacing his arms around Spencer. “Patrick… is gone.” Hoping Spencer got it, that he didn’t have to explain anything.
