Page 14 of Bet On It

Both men inhaled deeply when Ty reached those tight muscles under the water. Ty locked eyes with Spencer as he slid his hands up and over Spencer’s thighs, placing them back in the water between Spencer’s legs, still avoiding his cock.

Moment of truth time… Could he do this? Ty’s ears were ringing and his chest was heaving as he rotated the soap in his palms. His own cock was weeping, pulsing and sliding on the outside of the tub. Ty locked his gaze on Spencer’s throbbing cock. Ever so slowly, he brought his right hand forward under the water, coming in contact with Spencer’s ass. His fingers traveled up the center until he reached the patch of skin under Spencer’s balls. Ty moved his fingers in a circular motion, massaging the area.

Spencer grabbed on to the edge of the tub. “Shit.” He sighed, closing his eyes again.

Fuck that was hot! Ty was fucking proud of himself for the way he was making Spencer moan. Who knew it could feel this…powerful?

While continuing the massage on Spencer’s taint, Ty rotated his hand so now his palm was over Spencer’s sack. He cupped him and rubbed—and nearly forgot he was supposed to be cleaning him. Hell, he didn’t even remember dropping the soap. Ty grabbed the bar from the bottom of the tub and rotated it in his hand, creating soap suds. Once he had a thick lather, he dropped the bar again and held his hand above Spencer’s cock. They stared at each other for a second before Ty took him in a shaking hand, feeling the smooth skin of another man’s cock for the first time. They both released breaths as Ty moved his hand up, sweeping it over the swollen head and back down.

Spencer’s breathing hitched. His white-knuckle grip on the tub was touching Ty’s chest as Ty leaned over the edge. Ty had thought he only wanted Spencer to dominate him, but having this control over Spencer was a rush. He moved his hand up and down a couple more times before Spencer grabbed him.

“You’re gonna make me come. Then you’ll have to clean me again,” Spencer whispered, and the intensity and raw need in his blue eyes stopped Ty in his tracks. Ty was shocked at the confession and overstimulated by having almost made Spencer come. He wanted more. He wanted to make Spencer come. Holy shit. There’s a realization for you.

Spencer carefully stood up in the tub, water and suds dripping down his sculpted muscles. “You can rinse me now.”

Ty looked up at his friend, salivating at the scene before him. He rose on shaky legs, his cock so hard it was bordering on painful. Heat rushed to his face, knowing he couldn’t hide his excitement under the skimpy loincloth. He grabbed the cup off the ledge that they used to rinse the shower with. Filling it with hot water, Ty’s hand shook. He poured the water over Spencer’s glistening body, starting over his right shoulder. A few more cups and Spencer was completely soap free.

Stepping over the edge of the tub, Spencer said, “Dry me.”

Ty grabbed the towel off the rack and began rubbing it all over Spencer’s muscular torso. Kneeling once more, he brought the towel down one wet leg and up the other. When he looked up, he was faced with the only part of Spencer’s body that was wet—and not only with water.

Ty glanced up at Spencer’s face, and the savage gaze he was met with set fire to Ty’s core.

“Lick it,” Spencer demanded, throwing kerosene on the burning flames already consuming Ty’s body.

Ty was seriously shaking now. He shifted his eyes back down to look at Spencer’s cock then back up to Spencer’s eyes. He saw doubt flash quickly across his best friend’s face, immediately replaced by confidence. It was the doubt that had Ty determined to see this through. Because the need coursing through Ty wasn’t something Spencer could see—even if he felt like his whole body was on fire.

He could do this! Man up, Ty! Lick this thing like it’s a damn lollipop. Like testing the waters, he stuck his tongue out, lapping up the drop of liquid on Spencer’s tip. The saltiness sank into his tongue, making his mouth water. Reaching his tongue back out, Ty did it again, sweeping a larger surface of his tongue against the head of Spencer’s cock. Circling his tongue around, Ty covered every inch of the bulbous tip. He had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he knew what he liked when a woman did it to him. Using that info, Ty put the tip of Spencer’s cock in his mouth, but moving it farther in, Ty felt his gag reflex fight against it.

“Ty, you don’t have to.” Spencer started to back up, not willing to make Ty do anything he didn’t want to do.

“I want to.” Tugging on Spencer’s thighs, he tried to get him to come closer again.

“No, seriously, it’s too soon. It’s okay.”

“I said, I want to. I’m fucking peachy, man.”

“Ty—”

“Get your fucking cock over here and stick it in my mouth.” As soon as Ty said the words, they both stared at each other…and then burst out laughing.

When the laughter subsided, Ty looked up at Spencer. He noticed the way the dimple on the left side of his face was slightly deeper than the one on the right when he smiled. Trailing his eyes down, Ty focused on the small, dark patch of hair in the middle of Spencer’s chest. Below that, Ty’s eyes followed the lines between his abs as if going through a maze. Spencer’s well-developed core formed a V and drew Ty’s attention back to that hard, beckoning cock with a glistening pearl of liquid on the tip.

Ty gripped Spencer’s shaft and, in one long lick, slicked it from sac to tip, getting every inch.

“Fuck, Ty.” Spencer threw his head back, moaning.

“At some point, yes.” He sported a cocky grin, now intoxicated by Spencer’s reaction as he whipped his head back down to stare wide-eyed at Ty.

Eyes locked on those shocked baby blues, Ty swallowed Spencer down as far as he could go, focusing all of his concentration on not choking this time.

Spencer threw his head back again, grabbing on to Ty’s as he pumped his cock in and out of Ty’s mouth. Ty had wanted this since that day he’d seen him with the begging booty call…to be the one to taste Spencer like this…and he loved every minute of it. His taste buds sang as he experienced the musky flavor, combined with the freshness of lingering soap, and the indescribable tang that could only be Spencer’s own unique skin.

He wrapped his hand around the base of Spencer’s cock, moving it in rhythm with his mouth. Spencer tried to pull out, but Ty would be damned if he didn’t take this all the way. With one last sweep of his tongue over the head, Spencer tensed up, his balls drawing up tight.

Hot liquid shot into Ty’s mouth, and he choked a little while trying to focus on not losing a drop as he swallowed all he could. He continued his movements while Spencer rode out the last of the waves.

Popping his mouth off the tip, Ty licked his lips, looking up at Spencer. “Not a drop to clean up.”

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