Page 18 of Bet On It

“So I should probably…” Spencer kissed the tip of Ty’s dick then trailed kisses up his chest to his mouth. “I should probably go…to my parents’ house now.”

Ty’s eyes shot open. “What?”

“Dinner with my parents, remember? How quickly we forget.” Spencer kissed Ty quickly on the lips then stood up. Walking over to get his shirt, he smiled and put it on. “Don’t worry, I said I’d bring you back something.”

“You’re not leaving me here like this!”

Spencer put his hands on his hips and studied Ty with a raised eyebrow. “You know, you’re right. I can’t leave you here like this.”

Ty released a heavy breath. “Thank fuck.”

Spencer walked toward the bed, but instead of releasing Ty, he bypassed the bed and sat in the chair in the corner. Pulling out his phone, Spencer locked eyes with Ty. “Hey, Mom.” He paused. “Change of plans. I can’t come for dinner tonight.” Relief flooded Ty until… “No, I just remembered I have laundry to do.” Ty glared at Spencer with that one. I did all your fucking laundry, asshole. “How about you guys come here?” What. The. Actual. Fuck!

Ty clenched his teeth, and in a harsh whisper said, “Spencer, hang up the phone.”

But Spencer just smiled that cocky fucking smile. “Ty? No, I don’t think he’ll be here. Yeah, he’s pretty tied up...with work. It’s pulling him in all directions.” Spencer winked at Ty. I’m gonna fucking kill him. “Okay, I’ll order the pizza. It should be here by the time you get here. See you soon.” Spencer ended the call and lowered the phone in his lap, a sexy—not fucking sexy, Ty—a cocky smirk dancing across his lips.

“You’re such an asshole,” Ty growled.

“What’s the problem? I’m just helping your appetite along. I’m pretty sure you’ll be starving by the time they leave.”

“Spencer! I’m not staying tied up while your parents are in our fucking house!” Ty pulled on the binds, trying to free himself. Jesus Christ, this is not hot. Not in the fucking least. Like not even— Not now, Benny! Ty groaned as his traitorous cock filled…thoughts of being caught, of taking the risk, of what Spencer would do when he came back…it was all too much.

“Are you sure this isn’t what you want? Because your dick seems to be pretty happy.” Spencer eyed Ty’s cock and it jumped under the scrutiny. Ty closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to think of gruesome things to make his dick behave. Open wounds, some nasty Discovery Channel surgery, their neighbor Mrs. Nelson and her loose dentures… Nope, nothing was helping. “They won’t stay long.” Spencer moved over to the bed and leaned down, his face mere inches from Ty’s. His intense, blue eyes locked with Ty’s, his voice holding absolutely no humor when he asked, “What color, Ty?”

Ty was breathing heavily as he glared at Spencer; his cock was pulsing, his heart was racing, and his vulnerability was through the fucking roof…

“Peachy,” he growled out then shifted his eyes away from Spencer and to the ceiling—because he’d never been so turned on in his goddamn life, and saying that fucking word just confirmed it to Spencer.

Spencer left the room, and not too much later, Ty heard the doorbell ring and voices down the hall. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Spencer stood in the doorway to his room, looking at Ty—and according to the time on the alarm clock, Spencer’s parents had been there for an hour. “Seriously, I could really get used to seeing you like that.”

Ty glanced in his direction then looked back up at the ceiling. He was so pissed he didn’t even want to spare Spencer a second look.

“Uh oh, someone’s not happy. I checked on you twenty minutes ago, remember? Everything was still peachy.” Shit, Ty was never going to live that one down.

As Spencer crossed the room, Ty couldn’t help but look as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned, muscular torso. Kicking his shoes off, he started to unbutton his jeans. Ty quickly shifted his concentration to a spot next to the light fixture above him, refusing to care that Spencer was exposing that magnificent body.

“I can’t even tell you how delicious you look. I mean, I know I already ate dinner, but I saved room for dessert.” The zipper on Spencer’s jeans echoed in the room as it came down, perking Ty’s ears…and something else...up. “Well, it looks like at least a part of you is happy to see me.”

“Yeah, well, Benny is rebelling lately, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“You call your dick Benny?” Spencer laughed. Ty peeked out of the corner of his eye and watched as Spencer pushed his jeans down and kicked them aside.

“That’s Benedict, to you. Private joke,” Ty snapped back.

“No pun intended?” Spencer was standing next to the side of the bed now, releasing his hard dick as he removed his boxer briefs.

“Funny.” Ty glanced again at Spencer, knowing Benny was totally playing for the other team at this point. Fucking traitor. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? Benny and I are on the same damn team. Team Need Spencer to Do Dirty Things to Me. Nah, that’ll never fit on the shirts. Team Fucking Suck Me Already. Still too long. He focused on that spot on the ceiling again.

“So,” Spencer continued, walking to the end of the bed, “if I said you look fucking hot like that, would it piss you off even more?”

Ty refused to answer, even as Benny did it for him. Team Hell Yeah. He felt the end of the bed sink down as Spencer’s weight pressed into the mattress. Goosebumps pebbled Ty’s skin when Spencer’s hands slid up the inside of his legs.

“I’m sure I can make it up to you.”

Don’t give in; don’t get excited, he silently scolded himself, concentrating on his breathing to keep it steady…and failing miserably.

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