Page 13 of Bet On It

“Bite me.”

“Know your role, Ty.” Spencer got up from his seat and closed the distance between the two of them.

“Oh, sorry… Bite me, Sir.”

“I give the orders, remember?”

“I remember a lot of things.” Sarcasm dripped from his voice. Leaving me in the hallway with blue balls…yeah, I remember.

“Oh really? Seems to me you’re forgetting something,” Spencer shot back, having entirely too much fun with this conversation.

“Enlighten me.”

“Such the smart ass!” Spencer laughed. “I’ll have to do something about that.” Grabbing the waistband of Ty’s sweats and boxers, Spencer pulled him close—damned if Ty’s double-crossing cock didn’t shout for joy.

“It’s Saturday, Ty. Know what that means?”

“Two-for-one at the Chinese Buffet?”

Spencer snorted and shook his head. “Yeah, there definitely will be punishment for your smart ass.” Reaching his other arm around, Spencer grabbed Ty’s ass cheek and squeezed, hard. Leaning in, Spencer whispered in Ty’s ear, “Where’s your uniform?”

Surprised, Ty looked down, and then it dawned on him...Saturday.

“That’s right. All day, my friend. Or should I say…my servant.” Spencer squeezed Ty’s ass again, pulling Ty up against him. “Being the nice guy I am, I’ll let you go food shopping first. But then”—Spencer rubbed his groin up and down Ty’s torturously slow—“you wear your uniform until I tell you to take it off.”

The promise alone of taking his “uniform” off for Spencer made putting it on worth it. Ty couldn’t bring himself to speak, so a slight nod was all he could muster for a reply.

“Ty is speechless? Who knew it was possible?” Spencer laughed and smacked Ty’s ass before walking away, leaving Ty standing alone in the middle of the kitchen.

Looking down, he pointed a finger at his achingly hard cock. “You and I need to have a talk about whose side you’re on, Benedict Arnold.” Grabbing a mug, he filled it with hot coffee. “I’m definitely losing my mind.”

“Leaving in ten! Be ready if you want a ride to your car!” Spencer called from his bedroom. Ty groaned, dragging his tired ass back to his room to change.

After Spencer had dropped Ty off at the bar to get his car, they’d gone their separate ways for a few hours. He could only imagine what Spencer was up to this time. Ty was in his bedroom when Spencer finally got home—because there was no way in hell he was going to sit on the living room couch in a loincloth. He heard Spencer go into his room across the hall and held his breath, trying to hear every move he made. His best friend had somehow become number one on Ty’s radar, setting off all sorts of alarms every time they were near each other.

Ty could hear Spencer come back out of his room, could feel him on the other side of his door.

“Ty?” Spencer knocked before cracking the door open a little then opened it all the way and walked in. “Hey, so are you ready?”

“Ready for what?”

“I think it’s time I get cleaned up.” Spencer started to walk away then turned back. “Of course, you don’t expect me to draw my own bath and wash myself, do you?”

Realization sweeping over Ty had him moving toward the bathroom. He wanted Spencer to take charge, to make him do things he otherwise didn’t have the guts to do. Currents of anticipation and need shot through his body as he drew the shower curtain back. Kneeling down, he turned the hot water knob, filling the tub as steam rose. Behind him, he heard movement and looked up to find Spencer standing in his black bathrobe. Untying the belt, Spencer let the robe fall to floor and stood in front of Ty, his naked body strong and magnificent.

Ty watched as Spencer stepped around him and into the full tub. He slowly lowered himself into the hot water as Ty leaned over to shut the faucet off.

“I worked out today, so you should make sure I’m really clean,” Spencer said, his voice hoarse as if even just the thought of Ty’s hands on him was affecting him.

Grabbing the bar of soap, Ty froze and stared at Spencer. He would’ve laughed at the situation he’d gotten himself in, but one look at Spencer…wet, the purple tip of his hard cock sticking out of the water as if to breathe…had Ty grabbing the bar of soap and dipping his hand into that hot bath. He pulled his hand back out and slowly rotated the bar between his palms, creating lather. Bringing his right hand up, Ty felt like he was moving in slow motion as he connected with the wet skin of Spencer’s left pec. He could hear Spencer sigh and watched as his chest moved up and down with every breath.

Moving his hand clockwise over Spencer’s left nipple, Ty began to wash him, his own heart pounding in his chest. He realized how heavy he was breathing when he began to feel a little lightheaded. Sliding his hand over to the right side, he circled his fingers around Spencer’s other nipple, getting goosebumps as he felt it harden under his touch. Ty never knew touching a man—no, Spencer—like this would make him so hot, so aroused. His own erection was pressed against the side of the tub, aching for more.

Reaching his other hand in holding the soap, Ty spread the lather up under Spencer’s arms and down his sides, sweeping around until both hands met in the middle of Spencer’s belly. Ty glanced up at Spencer and lost his train of thought. Spencer’s half-lidded eyes were watching him, waiting for his next move.

Ty moved his hands down, sliding them back out to Spencer’s hips. He paused for a heartbeat, staring at the patch of dark hair at Spencer’s groin. But following instinct and pure desire, he traced his thumbs along the top of the hairline, brushing slightly against the base of his erection. Spencer hissed in a breath and Ty smirked, feeling Spencer’s need. Gliding his hands down even farther, Ty now traced those thumbs along the line between Spencer’s inner thigh and waiting sack, never making contact with the prize in the center.

He couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying this now. He’d never seen Spencer like this, and he got extreme satisfaction in knowing it was under his hands. Ty lathered more soap then slid his hands down Spencer’s legs and around his feet. Running his hands under his heels, he brought his hands up the back of Spencer’s legs.

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