Page 6 of Bet On It

Ty found it suddenly hard to swallow as he slowly brought the bag to his room. He closed the door behind him and walked to his bed. With his eyes closed and his heart pounding, he turned the bag over and emptied it onto his mattress.

He picked up the thing that fell out of the bag…a big bottle of lube with a handwritten note attached that read: You must go to these links and watch Lord of the Cock Rings and Spartacum.

Heat surged to his face and traveled down his perspiring body as he stared at the note his best friend had written. Is he fucking serious? Ty could feel himself blushing, even with no one else in the room.

Gay porn?

Fuck.

Ty sat on the end of his bed for a minute, staring at his laptop across the room on the desk. It sat there, taunting him like Pandora’s Box, holding Spencer’s evil joke…or Ty’s fucked-up curiosity. He didn’t want to do this…did he? With shaking hands, he unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. It made sense to strip down to his boxers, but only because he was sweating buckets, not because he was aroused by the thought of this shit. You’re a damn liar.

Would Spencer seriously quiz him on this in the morning? Yeah, that bastard would. So, he had no choice, right? He crossed the room and picked up his laptop. Ty walked back over to his bed and put the computer on his mattress in front of him. He found the first video and, with a shaky hand, pressed play.

“Let’s get this over with.”

As the cheesy music began to play, Ty settled back against his headboard, watching the guy walk onto the screen with nothing but a loincloth on. He snorted out a laugh and rolled his eyes. “Jeez. Some fucking punishment, Spencer.”

Ty walked into the kitchen the next morning in boxers and a T-shirt, hoping to catch a break and get some coffee before he had to deal with Spencer.

No such luck.

“Finally! I didn’t think you were ever gonna come out here and get to work.” Spencer shot Ty a cocky grin and drank his coffee.

“Do you have to be so fucking loud?” Ty growled, opening the cabinet to grab a mug.

“Uh oh, sounds like Scroto Baggins spent a long night trying to save Middle Earth,” Spencer mocked.

Ty gave Spencer a look of death then turned to pour his coffee.

“Did you forget how you’re supposed to address me? You know, with this attitude you’re giving me, I’d swear you like being punished.”

Whipping around to look at Spencer, the coffee sloshed out of the coffee pot and went all over the counter. “Shit!” Ty grabbed paper towels to stop the river about to flow off onto the floor. All the while, Spencer was hysterically laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes.

When the laughter subsided, Spencer stood up, his expression becoming unreadable. “Ty, you’re blushing so hard right now your ears are red.” He walked over to Ty and stalked around him in a circle, as if he were sizing up his prey. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you enjoyed watching those movies last night.”

The air in the room became so thick it made it difficult to breathe. Ty could feel heat coming off Spencer’s body, rolling over him, enveloping him. Why the hell is it so hot in this fucking house? He could feel Spencer behind him now. Ty closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them he would be back in his room, still in bed. The hairs on the back of Ty’s neck alerted him to the close proximity of his best friend.

Warm breath caressed his ear when Spencer whispered, “You got off, didn’t you?” Spencer was asking, but it was obvious he already knew the answer. Chills shot down Ty’s spine. No, he wasn’t dreaming.

With the smallest nod of his head, Ty confirmed what they both already knew to be true.

“Words, Ty. Let me hear them.”

Ty swallowed hard and whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

“This is an interesting turn of events. I’m glad you didn’t try to deny it, considering I can clearly see for myself you’d be lying.”

Sure enough, Ty’s body had committed the ultimate betrayal. His flag was raised in defeat, all but screaming YES! It fucking turns me on! I want more! He kept his eyes closed, not willing to see the victory on his best friend’s face. Ty didn’t know what was happening to him, and he was starting not to care. His only thought now was what would Spencer make him do next? His cock jumped at the images swirling through his mind—fantasies he’d been having of Spencer since seeing him with that guy.

Clearing his throat, Spencer startled Ty out of his daydream, and he opened his eyes wide with embarrassment. He knew the blush was blanketing his entire body this time.

“I’m not gonna lie, Ty”—Spencer backed up and turned to walk toward the front door—“this changes”—Ty turned around, one last look from Spencer pinning him in the middle of the kitchen—“everything.”

And with that, Spencer left, leaving a confused, hot, sweating…excited Ty standing there with his mouth hanging open.

Everything… This changes everything. This changes…everything.

That one sentence and its unknown meaning haunted Ty all day. Were he and Spencer about to cross a line? Was it smart to cross that line? Did he want to?

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