Page 23 of Bet On It

“Six… I do! I crave it!” He started to rub his throbbing cock up against the closet door, trying to get relief when Spencer circled his fingers around the base and squeezed it tight.

“You don’t come until I say you can.”

Those words flashed through Ty’s mind, bringing him back to the night that had started it all. That night all those weeks ago, he’d wondered what it would be like to be in the position of the begging booty call. Now, he was the one begging Spencer for release. How did he get here? He didn’t care because, again, all he wanted was more.

“Tell me if you care if people find out. Say it, out loud.” Spencer’s force was unrelenting, his sweaty body formed to Ty’s from behind, and all Ty wanted to do was come.

“I…” Did he care if people knew? Now that he’d told his parents, and they were okay with it, did he give a shit what anyone else thought?

He’d thought about the answer for too long. The paddle came down again, Spencer’s hand trailing behind. “Fuck! S-seven,” Ty called out, his brain turning to mush.

“Say it, Ty. I want to know if you care what other people think of us.”

“I don’t care! I don’t! I just want it!”

“What do you want?” Spencer demanded.

“I want… I want this!” Holy shit! Did he really just say that? He did, and he meant it. Saying it out loud was so fucking freeing. He wanted this, and he had no reason to feel ashamed of it.

Spencer turned him around so fast the room spun for a second. The power of their mouths crashing together threw his body back against the closet door. His shoulders ached, and he couldn’t care less. All that mattered was getting closer to Spencer somehow. Their tongues fought for dominance, and as he had for the past week and a half, Ty gave in because it felt so fucking natural to him. Spencer lined up their cocks and took them both in hand. The intensity of what had just happened between them had Ty whimpering, craving release.

“You can come, Ty,” Spencer whispered then took his mouth again as Ty let go, spasms shaking his sweat-covered body. Spencer wasn’t too far behind, adding to the mess Ty had already made between them.

Spencer wrapped an arm around Ty’s waist as he released Ty’s left wrist from the cuff. The collar was next, followed by Ty’s right wrist. Ty sagged in Spencer’s arms as Spencer slowly backed them toward the bed. He felt like he was floating.

Laying Ty down on the bed, Spencer left him, and Ty was too drained to ask where he was going. A minute later, Spencer was back with a warm washcloth to clean Ty’s stomach and cock. Ty was aware of Spencer rolling him to his side and placing a cool compress to his burning ass cheeks for what felt like, at least, a few minutes. Ty could barely keep his eyes open, and when he felt the warmth of Spencer against his back, holding him so tight, Ty sighed and let sleep claim him.

Ty had woken up in the middle of the night, still wrapped in Spencer’s arms. He was so comfortable he didn’t want to move, but his bladder was screaming at him. As he began to sit up, he was pulled back down by strong arms around his waist.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

“Don’t take too long.”

So, Spencer wanted him there? All night? Ty was comforted by the thought as he rose up. A subtle ache on his ass reminded him of what had happened before they climbed into bed. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Ty made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he was back in the hall, standing between his room and Spencer’s. It only took him another second to realize where he wanted to be.

Crawling back into bed, he barely lay back down before Spencer pulled him back into his arms, wrapping them both under the covers. A sigh escaped Ty’s lips as he snuggled back into the warmth of his best friend. Somehow, this felt so right. He never imagined it would feel like this…could feel like this. It was like he was always meant to be there…in Spencer’s arms. He closed his eyes, surrounded by a warm blanket of contentment and Spencer’s strong body, and drifted back to sleep.

A few hours later, the sound of an alarm had Ty waking and, for a split second, wondering where the hell he was. Until he was rolled to his back and kissed long, slow, and sweet.

“I could get used to this,” Spencer whispered as he leaned over Ty, snuggling into his neck.

“Me too.” And even though hearing Spencer say things like that still surprised Ty, his own feelings were no longer unexpected. He truly meant it when he said he could get used to waking up with Spencer every day.

“How about we go out to dinner tonight? Even though you lost the bet, I feel kind of guilty that you’ve been getting dinner for us every night.”

“Don’t feel any guilt about punishing me, though?” Ty laughed.

“Oh no, I look forward to that.” Spencer grinned and slid his hand under Ty, grabbing one of his sore ass cheeks.

Hissing in a breath, Ty smacked his arm away. “I’ll be lucky if I can sit down at work today.”

“Awww, poor baby. Let me kiss it and make it better.” Spencer flipped Ty over and planted a big wet kiss on both ass cheeks then flipped him back over. “How’s that?”

“Oh, much better.” Ty laughed and palmed Spencer’s forehead, pushing him back while he threw the blanket off them. “I’m going to get breakfast ready.”

“So, do you want to go out tonight?”

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