“No… no, that’s not… It’s just sudden, ok?”
“It’s very simple though, Righteous… I f I said I wanted to move in with you in a remote little haven where we could rest our fucked up selves, would you move in with me?” Spencer’s eyes never left him. “Would you?”
Duncan laced his fingers around his mug. His heart hammering. “Many things have to be done for this to come true, and…”
“Answer me.” Smiling. “Please.”
Duncan blew a breath, that terror still lingering. “Yeah… Yeah, I would.”
Spencer smirked, toasting him. “Don’t forget your words.” Drinking a sip. “If we got married, and you died, would I get the flag?”
Duncan almost choked on his coffee. “What?” Looking at him in disbelief. “I mean, yes… I am a vet, so would be buried with all the honors, I guess. You would get that fucking flag, yes.”
Spencer laughed. “What a souvenir… Worthy of a marriage I think.”
Duncan smiled. “Let’s not talk marriage because the last time I did, it went down the drain, fast.”
Spencer’s eyes went to him. “I’m not your scumbag ex.”
“He’s not a…” Wondering why he was defending Trent. “Alright, ok, he is… I know you aren’t.”
“Hold on to that thought too… Time to get ready and leave… but not before we fuck in peace.”
He took Duncan’s mug out of his hands and put his next to it too on the nightstand. Kneeling to face him, he pulled him up to sit, cupping his face. Lush, lavish strokes of their tongue. Feeling how hesitant Duncan’s hands were. Maybe tired, maybe on the verge of a breakdown in the light of his memories torn open. Spencer leant on him and felt Duncan lean back, lie down as he pulled Spencer on him. Kissing, wide, spreading his legs to let Spencer nestle between his thighs. A small idea in Spencer, one that thrilled and terrified him a bit. Pushing himself up on his elbows on Duncan’s chest, meeting his eyes.
“My turn?”
That surprised light flashed in Duncan’s eyes, his hands on Spencer’s hips. “If you want…”
Spencer grinned that fear away. “I knew you liked it both ways.”
“Fuck you…” It was soft though, void of hate.
“I will…”
Leaning down to kiss him, rocking his hips against him. He reached for the bottle of lube in the drawer, and pumped a large amount on his hand and fingers. Making a mess, he wiped the rest on the sheets. Rubbing it on Duncan’s hole, on his own cock, trembling a bit with that mad lust, with what he was about to do.
Duncan just pulled his knees higher to make it easier for him.
Spencer just pushed in, making Duncan’s head go back in the pillow with a moan.
“Ah, fuck…”
Spencer grabbed his jaw to have his eyes, his hair floating around his face, his smile. “Ah a seasoned bottom like you shouldn’t whine.”
“It’s been a while…” But he adjusted to Spencer fast, knowing he was bullshitting him a bit. Maybe joking it off, that overwhelming feeling of having Spencer inside of him. Maybe to not let his tears spill.
That shine was in his eyes though, and Spencer just stroked his face softly as he started rocking his hips, pushing deeper. “Doesn’t matter… Feels good?”
“I’m amazed you know what to do…” Lacing his legs around Spencer’s waist.
“I know how to fuck an ass, don’t worry.” Winking, he sealed that puzzled mouth with a wide kiss, swallowing his moans, fucking him harder because he knew what he needed, what he wanted to do to him, the feeling still surreal, something he had never felt, to be inside of him.
Clinging to each other, Duncan’s mouth roaming Spencer’s neck and chest, latching on it, suckling hard as he moaned, floating on Spencer’s hard thrust. An insane strength in that lean body, something he could not even understand. That mounting pleasure laced with his own pain. His tears spilled out when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, chased up to some unknown heights, that burning, slicked up body rocking on top of him.
Spencer spread his fingers on his face, his cheeks, feeling his tears spill as he heaved under him. An insane power flaming up in his chest. That he could do this to him, bring him to the brink of sanity.
His soft hair brushing them, his soft voice, laced with that darkness. “Come…”
