Page 10 of Bet On It

Ty could feel himself shaking, gearing up to ask the question that had been hanging in the air since this morning. “You don’t think we’re crossing a line?”

“I think there’s only a line if we draw one. You know me better than anyone else. I’m more comfortable with you than anyone else.” Spencer paused then asked, “Question is, where do you want to go from here?”

Ty felt like the walls were closing in on him. He stumbled off the end of the bed onto his feet. “I…I don’t…” Not knowing how to continue, Ty turned and rushed into his own room, closing the door behind him.

Leaning up against the door, his chest heaved and his body perspired as he tried to process what had just happened. In a daze, Ty went over to his bed and stretched out on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Jesus, he was still shaking. What was he supposed to do now? Spencer just made things crystal clear on his end. He had no problem upping the ante of their friendship, but this would be the biggest gamble Ty would ever take.

This wasn’t a decision he could make quickly or take lightly; there had to be no doubt in his mind if he was going to take this step.

Rolling over onto his side, Ty closed his eyes and tried to block out everything else. Maybe tomorrow things would be clearer. Right now, he’d never been so confused in his entire life.

When Ty walked into the kitchen the next morning, he realized he was alone in the house. Spencer must have left early, and it burned a hole in Ty’s gut to know it was because of him. Still, he was thankful for the quiet. He needed time to think about all of this.

The thought of going into work felt pointless because Ty knew he’d just be going through the motions. When he sat staring at his computer a few hours later, he realized he should’ve just stayed home.

In the light of day, Ty thought he would come to his senses and choose to go back to the way things were. Instead, he found he wanted the opposite. Flashes of the way it scorched his skin when Spencer brought their bodies together drove heat straight to his cock. Spencer was finally giving him what he wanted. This was exactly what Ty imagined no limits to mean, and he’d freaked the fuck out.

Right now, when he wasn’t overthinking it, he wanted it…wanted Spencer. Why was he making it so complicated? In frustration, he leaned forward, banging his head on the desk.

“You’re such an idiot,” Ty grumbled to himself.

Walking in the door that night, Ty had butterflies in his stomach. Spencer wasn’t home yet, and he hadn’t texted a request for dinner which was telling.

Ty headed back to his bedroom, having made the decision earlier about what he was going to do. He changed his clothes and went back into the kitchen to put the barbeque ribs into the oven on low. He’d taken a chance and just picked up one of Spencer’s favorites, hoping to clear the air between them.

Thirty minutes later, Ty heard the front door open and walked into the living room, feeling surprisingly anxious to see Spencer. Spencer lifted his head and relief seemed to replace worry on his face.

“Does this mean…” He motioned to a barely-covered Ty, wearing his loincloth in the doorway of the kitchen.

“This means I’m more comfortable with you than I am with anyone else.” They stood in awkward silence for a minute until Ty spoke again. “There are barbeque ribs in the oven. I put another load of your laundry in and picked you up a turkey sub for lunch tomorrow.”

“Thanks.” Again, awkward silence permeated the air.

Slapping his hands together, Ty broke the subdued atmosphere. “I’m starving, let’s eat.”

Spencer smiled and nodded his head, walking toward the couch.

After dinner Spencer got up to go into his room and Ty followed. Making up his mind today, he knew what he needed to do next.

“Okay, let’s do this! Strip down.” Ty rubbed his hands together, pumping himself up.

“What?” Spencer turned around and laughed.

“Come on. I’m ready. Best massage ever, comin’ your way.” Ty stalked toward him, his confidence growing as Spencer backed toward his bed.

“Hold on! I’m the Master here. I give the orders, remember?” Spencer held his hands up in front of him to stop Ty from coming any closer.

“So, then demand it. I want to try again, Sir,” Ty said, but when Spencer continued to study him skeptically, Ty tried another tactic. “I’m peachy.”

With those words, Spencer snapped out of it and seemed to make up his mind as he began to undress. Ty could feel his body reacting, yet again, but he was beginning to accept that it was okay to feel this way. Spencer lay down on the bed, face down, and waited for Ty to make the next move.

Picking up where he’d left off last night, Ty poured the oil on his hands then climbed onto the bed to straddle Spencer’s body. This time, he lowered himself cautiously, a sigh escaping when his naked groin came in contact with Spencer’s skin. He tucked the cloth out of the way again into the belt and began to massage Spencer’s back.

Ty didn’t even realize at first that he was moving his hips in time with the pressure he was applying to Spencer’s strong muscles. Groans slipping past Spencer’s lips…and his own…finally reached Ty’s ears.

He slowly moved his hands down, pushing into Spencer’s lower back now. He knew he was dangerously close to touching those tight muscles, his palms pressing into the skin right before the muscles rounded up. Ty kneaded into the dimples at the top of Spencer’s ass preparing himself to move down farther.

Sliding his body down, they both moaned as Ty dragged his weeping erection down the center of Spencer’s ass. His hands followed, landing on each tight, rounded muscle. The position suddenly struck him, a laugh breaching his lips at the irony of the situation.

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