Fuck, that’s depressing to admit. Good thing we probably won’t remember any of this.
“It’s not my definition,” he says. “Toy Storysaid it.” He starts singing off-key and swaying from side to side. “You’ve got troubles, I’ve got you. We’re stuck on each other.” He loses his balance and falls against me. “Something about a bed,” he adds with a laugh.
We’re both laughing again. We keep ending up in each other’s arms like this. I want to kiss him so, so bad, but I shouldn’t.
He looks up to me with a smile. “We’d be pretty good friends,” he says, not bothering to pull himself back up.
“Yeah,” I agree. “I’m showing you a good time, right?”
“Good enough that I kissed you on the Vegas strip,” he says with a laugh.
Neither of us says anything. I feel his body rising to mine. My brain doesn’t work, but my hands are moving.
We’re kissing. No mask between us, Spencer’s soft lips brush mine. I open my mouth and pull him to me, and our tongues swirl together.
It’s pure heaven.
My pants are wet.
I snap to reality. There’s no way I could have…
“Milkshake,” Spencer says with a laugh, rolling off me.
My jeans are soaked. Spencer helps me stand, and we’re both laughing as I brush it off.
“It’s taking all my self control not to make a joke about you sucking it off,” I tell him.
Spencer pulls his mask over his face, still laughing. “Absolutely not.” He taps my chest. “But for what it’s worth, if I were going to have sex with a man, you’d be pretty high on the list.”
“Oh yeah?” I grin at him. “Hell, and all I’d have to do is marry you and keep fucking you for the rest of my life? Not a bad deal.” His cheeks warm. A car honks behind us, and I remember where we are.
I pull my mask down again. “Wait a second, have you had sex?”
“Once,” he says, taking my hand and pulling us back to the street. “To confirm.”
“To confirm that dick is nice.”
“Exactly.” He stops. “Oh shit!” Spencer runs back to the alley and returns with a plastic bag.
“What’s that?” I ask him.
“Loki’s dildo bag,” he says. “We almost forgot it.”
“Oh yeah.” I laugh and take it. “Wait, aren’t we supposed to go somewhere? And you should have sex again, by the way. It’s very important. Hell, we could find you someone tonight.”
“Not happening.”
It suddenly seems urgent that Spencer has sex. “You can’t spend your life not having sex. You’re too wonderful.”
He laughs. “That’s not how it works.”
I frown. “Now I’m going to keep thinking about how no one touches your penis, and it’s going to make me sad.”
He leans closer to me. “Listen. If I were to have sex with a stranger tonight, I would have it with you. Not anewstranger. And the first thing you would touch would be my butt, thank you very much.”
We’re walking down the street, leaning against each other and swinging our legs.
“I would touch the hell out of your butt.”
