Page 24 of Bet On It

“Yeah, that’d be good.” Walking out, Ty rubbed his ass, getting a laugh out of Spencer.

They’d decided to meet at home then go together to the steak house. Ty and Spencer never ran out of things to say over dinner. After eight years of knowing each other, there was still always something they laughed, argued, or debated about. He trusted Spencer as much as his own family and had a new-found appreciation for how sexy his best friend was.

So far, the sex had been amazing, even though they hadn’t taken that final step…yet. Ty felt like it was only a matter of time. Was there anything else you needed in a good relationship? He’d never had someone before who encompassed all of those things. When did Spencer become everything Ty had been looking for?

“You look deep in thought.”

Ty looked up, feeling the heat on his cheeks from being lost in thought again about his best friend. “Sorry, a lot on my mind, I guess.” He put his fork down and took a sip of his beer.

“Anything you want to talk about?” Spencer looked at him, concern in his blue eyes.

There had never been a time when Ty couldn’t talk to Spencer, and he, no doubt, would talk to him. The end of the bet was around the corner, but he wasn’t ready yet to talk about what would happen after it was done. What the hell was he waiting for? The problem was, Ty was starting to fear the answer. Spencer had never been big on relationships. Hell, Ty hadn’t either, but now it was all he could think about.

The thought of things going back to the way they were made Ty cringe. There was no way in hell he could sit in his room, knowing Spencer had yet another one-night stand tied up in his bedroom.

Suddenly, Ty lost his appetite. How could they never have thought about what would happen after the bet was up? One thing was for sure; he’d rather move out than watch as Spencer brought home one guy after the other to fuck. Now the thought of having to move out made Ty queasy.

“Actually, I’m not feeling so great. Mind if we go home?” He was overreacting, but he just needed some air.

“Yeah, sure. Let me get the check.” Spencer was watching him, clearly knowing something else was up, but he didn’t question it.

When they got home, Ty headed to his bedroom, claiming he just needed to lie down for a little while. He had no intention of coming back out tonight. The atmosphere was heavy; he’d ruined the mood with his pouting, and sleep was the only thing he wanted right now.

When the light came through his windows the next morning, Ty had new-found clarity—and he was really pissed at himself. Not only did he waste one of, possibly, the only nights he had left to be wrapped naked around Spencer, he’d ruined their dinner. And all of it was because he was acting like a coward, scared to talk to the most important person in his life about where all this was going.

He knew how to fix the situation, and he was going to tonight.

Ty could hear Spencer walking down the hall to his bedroom, and the anticipation had his cock dancing. He physically clicked the last piece of his plan into place and held his breath as the knob on the door started to turn. As Spencer’s bedroom door opened, he called out Ty’s name, probably wondering where he was since the rest of the house was so quiet, and Ty’s bedroom was empty.

When the door opened fully, Spencer stopped mid-step, his eyes landing on what was waiting for him on his bed. Ty had stripped down as soon as he’d gotten home and went to Spencer’s room. He’d taken the handcuffs he’d finally found in Spencer’s closet and gotten onto the bed. Facing the wall in a kneeling position—finding it the easiest way to wrap the handcuffs around the top, wooden bar of the headboard—he’d then attached the metal cuffs to his wrists. He’d also hoped his position would make it clear to Spencer what he wanted. With his hands restrained in front of him, Ty kneeled in a way that had his ass pushed back and up, as if in offering.

He’d thought long and hard about this decision all day and had always come to the same conclusion: He’d regret it if he didn’t finally know what it was like to have Spencer inside him. And not just Spencer’s fingers or tongue this time. He wanted it all. He wanted to feel so close to Spencer that there was no way even air could pass between them. The fear of what it all would mean and how it would feel only fueled Ty’s need.

“Fuck,” Spencer whispered from the doorway. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. “I guess you’re feeling better?” He crossed the room, his eyes roaming over every inch of Ty’s body. Chills tingled over Ty’s skin, his heart starting to race as Spencer got closer.

“I figured since I fucked up dinner last night, I should be disciplined.” Ty glanced over at Spencer, who was loosening his tie. He almost lost his train of thought but continued on with his rehearsed words. “Let my steak go to waste and you didn’t finish yours.”

Pushing his ass out a little more, Ty watched as Spencer removed his button-down shirt and moved his hands down to undo his belt. “Figured you should probably show me what it’s like to feel full… You know, so I never waste perfectly good meat again.”

As Spencer’s pants pooled around his ankles, he responded, “You’re right. You need to be shown what should be done with a perfectly good piece of meat.”

Ty wanted to laugh at the ridiculous puns they were using, like a badly made porno, but when Spencer pushed his boxer briefs down and kicked them aside, nothing else mattered. Spencer climbed onto the bed behind Ty and pressed his body up against him.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Ty? No safewords or Sir…just tell me.”

Ty appreciated the last chance Spencer was giving him to back out, but he knew what he wanted. “I’m completely sure. I want this. I want this…with you” He sighed as Spencer kissed the back of his neck and slid his hands around Ty’s waist.

Spencer kissed over Ty’s right shoulder then moved his lips down onto his shoulder blade. All the while, he was moving his hands up and down Ty’s chest and stomach. He rubbed his hard cock up and down Ty’s crack, mimicking a thrusting movement. The sensation had Ty pushing back into Spencer and moving in rhythm to create a delicious friction.

Ty arched his back at the touch of Spencer’s lips right in the center of it. His tongue drew lazy circles from one side to the other then back to the center. Those strong fingers were sweeping over the patch of hair above Ty’s waiting shaft, teasing him. Ty’s senses were in overload, and he loved every second of it.

Spencer moved his mouth down, trailing his tongue along the line of Ty’s lower back. He was quick to move down farther, licking and kissing each round muscle of Ty’s ass. Spencer’s warm hands slid from Ty’s cock then around to his ass, pulling those muscles apart while a finger lightly brushed over Ty’s eager hole.

“Damn, you have a fine ass,” Spencer said before devouring the puckered entrance with his tongue. Ty threw his head back, overcome with ecstasy. He vaguely registered Spencer was reaching over to the nightstand, taking out lube and a condom.

Oh shit, this was it…no turning back, and he sure as fuck didn’t want to. He could hear Spencer ripping open the condom wrapper, and the fact that Ty could only hear but not see what Spencer was doing made his cock weep. Spencer squirted some lube out and tossed the bottle on the bed.

“One more chance to change your mind,” Spencer said in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.