Page 9 of Bet On It

“Wh?what?” Ty could feel himself sweating, embarrassment washing over him. Did he want something else? Hell yeah, he did, but he wasn’t about to say that. “No, just don’t feel like touching your stank clothes.” He huffed out a nervous laugh, trying to cover up any lingering frustration.

“Uh huh, right.” Spencer clearly wasn’t buying it.

They both walked back to Spencer’s room. “Try not to shrink anything; my clothes are nicer than yours.”

“You wish.” Ty went over to Spencer’s closet, the chill on his skin keeping him very aware of what he was wearing…or barely wearing. He grabbed Spencer’s basket off the floor and started to fill it with dirty clothes. Over his shoulder, Spencer handed him a shirt, a pair of jeans, and boxers.

Ty grabbed them out of his hands, picked the basket up, and turned around—almost dropping the basket back on the floor. Spencer stood in front him, and Ty realized the clothes he’d had on were obviously the clothes he’d just handed Ty…because now Spencer was completely naked. Damn, this fucking scrap of cloth doesn’t hide anything! Ty could feel his cock reacting to a nude Spencer, and it was a very, very happy response.

Quickly, Ty moved the basket in front of his exposed erection. I’ll deal with you later, traitor.

“After you put that wash in and make my lunch, I want a massage. Don’t take too long.”

How could Ty’s mouth be so fucking dry, and at the same time, he felt like he was drooling? When did he start looking at Spencer like this? Ty knew the answer, but he was still having trouble wrapping his brain around it. It wasn’t his brain he wanted to wrap around Spencer though. No, now, Ty wanted his body covering Spencer’s sweaty, hot, naked—

“Ty! I said don’t take too long!” Spencer was snapping his fingers in front of Ty’s face.

“Okay, I hear you!” he snapped back, walking around him.

“That ass is begging for punishment.” Spencer smacked it, as Ty walked by.

Ty stopped abruptly, feeling the zing on his bare cheek and loving it. He breathed in deeply then continued out the door.

Ty walked back into Spencer’s room ten minutes later. “Wash is in, lunch is made, now…” He lost his words as his eyes roamed over the body laying naked on the bed. Spencer had his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands clasped under his head. His cock was semi-hard, laying to the left side of his pelvis as if it was pointing to Ty, calling to him.

Ty listened and moved toward the bed, never taking his eyes off that dick that seemed to come to life as Ty got closer.

“Oil’s on the nightstand.”

“You know I have no idea how to give a massage, right?”

“Hands, skin, rub… I think you can figure it out.” Spencer rolled toward Ty then completely over onto his stomach.

It felt like the longest walk of Ty’s life to the side of the bed. Ty picked up the oil before kneeling on the mattress by Spencer’s right side. Squirting some oil on his left hand, he put the bottle back down then rubbed his hands together.

With just his fingertips, Ty pushed into the muscles on the right side of Spencer’s back a few times.

“What the hell is that?”

“What?”

“You’re pushing at me like you’re seeing if I’m dead.” Spencer laughed as he leaned up on his forearms and looked over his shoulder. “Hands on, Ty…massage. How are you going to get any leverage leaning over me like that?” Spencer looked toward his ass and nudged his head in that direction before laying back down with his arms at his sides.

Ty got the message, but it scared the shit out of him. That would be the closest he’d ever been to Spencer…skin to skin. Still, what the hell was he doing all this for if he wasn’t going to take chances? Ty couldn’t explain the want he’d felt since that night; he just knew it was there.

Slowly, Ty moved closer, lifting his left leg up and over Spencer’s body. He straddled Spencer’s ass and arms, lifting so he hovered above Spencer. Taking the front of the loincloth, Ty raised it up and over and tucked it into the belt. Positioning his hands on the back of Spencer’s shoulders, he pressed his palms into the muscles while squeezing with his fingers. Repeating that movement, Ty traveled his hands down Spencer’s back, taking in his scent. He’d always loved the feminine scent of a woman. This scent was woodsy musk. It invaded his senses, seeping its way into his brain, clouding his mind.

With a quick motion, Spencer moved both arms out, spreading Ty’s thighs wider and causing his body to come down.

“Jesus, Spencer! I’m not a fucking wishbone! What the—” His complaint was cut off by a loud moan. Oh shit, it was him. He moaned. Spencer lifted his hips off the mattress, rubbing his ass into Ty’s nuts and rock-hard cock. Ty fell forward, his hands landing on the bed on either side of Spencer’s shoulders. Breathing in deeply, Ty closed his eyes and ground down against Spencer.

“Ty, let me turn over,” Spencer whispered.

As if he’d been slapped, Ty shot back up, almost falling backward off the bed.

Spencer rolled over, leaning up on his hands as he stared at Ty. “There’s nothing wrong with it, you know.”

Confusion must have been clear on Ty’s face because Spencer added, “There’s nothing wrong with being turned on by this. It’s a natural reaction. Pleasure is pleasure, Ty.”

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