Page 11 of Bet On It

“What’s wrong with my ass?” Spencer asked defensively.

“Nothing. Tight ass. Great ass, I swear!” Ty laughed even harder, unable to hold it in now.

“If you’re not gonna take this seriously then—” Spencer started to push up.

“No! I am!” Ty took a deep breath, trying to slow his laughter.

Spencer pushed up even further, starting to roll over. “Forget it, Ty.”

Ty tried to stop Spencer from getting up by pushing him back on the bed once he’d completely rolled over. Leaning forward, he braced himself over Spencer, hands pushing firmly into the biceps of Spencer’s raised arms to hold him to the mattress. Ty took another deep breath, calming himself but still smiling. “Come on, man, cut me some slack. You can’t tell me this isn’t a little weird for you. I had my hands on your bare ass.”

A small smile graced Spencer’s face, releasing some of the tension. “I guess you prefer another position then?”

“Huh?”

Spencer lifted his hips, bringing attention to the fact that they were lying with their cocks firmly pressed together. Ty sucked in a breath, electricity shooting through him at the warmth of their naked erections molded to each other. He hung his head in defeat, closing his eyes as Spencer began the slow grind against him, up and down, up and down. Somewhere in the back of Ty’s mind, warning bells begged to go off, wanting to alert him to the edge he was inching closer and closer to. In defiance to those warnings, Ty worked his cock in rhythm with Spencer’s, the friction transmitting currents of energy traveling from his cock to his brain and rushing back down.

“Open your eyes,” Spencer demanded. Damn, Ty loved that voice…so similar to the dominating voice of that life-changing night.

Ty pried his eyes open, never breaking the delicious motion they were creating against each other as he locked eyes with Spencer. Their movements became hurried, heat building in their cocks as they both struggled to breathe. Ty didn’t care anymore what this meant; he just wanted release. Pressing down harder, grind becoming faster, both men trying to get as close as possible to one another…

And then it happened.

Unleashed streams of hot, glorious cum shooting out of him and onto Spencer had Ty convulsing. Spencer followed, adding to the slick, white cream, shouting his release as it blasted out of his cock onto their heaving chests.

The only sound in the room was both men trying to catch their breath as they stared into each other’s intense eyes.

“Well, fuck,” Ty breathed out, finally able to find his voice. “That was…”

“Yup.” Spencer agreed with the unspoken words, licking his lips.

“No turning back now.” Ty knew this was the push he’d needed. He didn’t just cross that line; he skipped over the fucking thing, singing like a damn school girl who just found her first crush.

Ty hadn’t gotten much sleep after the turn of events with Spencer. When both men came down from their high, the awkwardness crept back in, enveloping him. He knew Spencer understood his retreat back to his room after they’d cleaned up. This was further than they’d ever taken things, and well, it changed everything.

Most importantly, it amped Ty’s craving, making it more intense than anything else he’d ever wanted. It scared the shit out of him but also gave him this excitement that he tried to hold on to. Ty hadn’t admitted all that to Spencer, but he sensed Spencer knew anyway. He appreciated the fact that Spencer was giving him time to admit it out loud.

Ty got the text late afternoon that Spencer wanted to go out that night. He told Ty to meet him at O’Neil’s at six-thirty and said they needed a break from “things” and a Friday night at the bar. Ty wasn’t complaining; he needed this reprieve too.

Walking into O’Neil’s, Ty spotted Spencer over in the corner with James and Eric. The place was an Irish pub, with walls made of years-old brick, aged-hardwood floors, and dark green booths lining the back and left walls, while the bar ran along the wall to the right. Ty walked to the back, took a seat in the booth next to Spencer, and signaled over to the waitress for his usual.

This was the first time they were out with friends since things had changed so much at home. He didn’t know how to act now, feeling so incredibly uncomfortable and nervous. The waitress came over with his beer, breaking the panic he was beginning to create for himself.

“Hey, Ty. Here’s your beer, sweetie.” Their waitress, Tracy, dripped with sexual promise, hitting on Ty like she usually did. He’d taken that ride once or twice, knowing there were no strings attached…just pure, wild sex. Now he panicked, feeling Spencer’s body heat next to him, worrying he was betraying him somehow because he was being hit on.

“You gonna be around this weekend? I’m off. Could come over…” She slid her fingertip down his right bicep, and he felt like pulling away. Usually, that touch would shoot straight to his cock, playing it like a fiddle. Now, he just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. Preferably, between Spencer’s legs, snuggled in, nice and warm…

A nudge to his left arm brought Ty back to reality, heat covering his face when he realized what he’d been thinking about.

“I’m sorry. What?” He looked up at her, hearing his friends snicker as he rubbed his arm where Spencer had elbowed him.

“This weekend…I said I’m off.” She waited then added, “So...?”

“Oh, uh…” He felt Spencer staring at him, waiting for him to announce his decision. Just being asked this in front of Spencer made Ty want to turn and promise his best friend that he wanted no part in Tracy’s offer. The revelation slammed into him like a freight train. The thought of being with Tracy that way wasn’t what he wanted. Not now. How was it possible that his life had changed so drastically in a little over a month? The answer wasn’t something Ty could think about now. Not with everyone’s eyes on him.

“Sorry, Tracy, I’m sort of…seeing someone.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Ty felt incredibly stupid. Spencer had never said they were together now. Hell, he didn’t even know what Spencer wanted after the three-week bet was up. If he tried hard enough, he was pretty sure he could crawl into that hole in between the two bricks above Eric’s head. Ty closed his eyes, wishing for the moment to be over so he could down his beer in embarrassment.

That’s when he felt Spencer’s hand on his thigh under the table, squeezing tightly as if to reassure him. Ty let out the breath he’d been holding and took a huge drink of the cold, carbonated liquid.

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