Page 2 of Bet On It

“You want me to fuck you?” Spencer roughly asked, abruptly pulling his cock out of the man’s mouth and walking to the end of the bed.

“God, yes!” The man gasped, licking his lips and pumping his hips like he was trying to fuck the air.

Spencer walked back out of view, and Ty’s heart raced, waiting for what would happen next. Coming back to the end of the bed, Spencer now had on a lubed-up condom. He climbed onto the mattress, moving himself into a kneeling position as he pulled the guy’s thighs over his own. Spencer stroked the guy’s cock with his lube-slicked hand, trailing his fingers down until he came to the man’s hole. The guy continued to pump his hips in anticipation.

Spencer grabbed his own cock and slowly rubbed it along the moaning guy’s entrance. “Is this what you want?” he asked, moving his cock up and down torturously slow over the waiting hole.

“Yes, please!” he begged, squirming under Spencer’s touch.

“Tell me what you want. I need to hear it,” Spencer demanded.

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me!” the guy shouted.

“You’re forgetting something,” Spencer growled, clearly impatient to give his dick some action.

“Please, fuck me, Sir!”

Without another word, Spencer pushed past the opening, both men groaning in pleasure as Spencer began to move.

Ty stared, his eyes glued on Spencer’s body as he drove over and over again into the guy’s ass. His own cock hurt pressed against his jeans, yet Ty couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

Spencer grabbed the other man’s cock, stroking it in rhythm to his thrusts. In a voice so deep, so commanding, Spencer simply said, “Come.”

On a cry, the muscles in the guy’s stomach and arms strained as he squeezed his eyes shut and came hard, shooting all over his chest and face. Spencer cried out with his own release, veins popping out of his neck and hips still surging erratically as he started to spasm. He finally collapsed on top of the man, both breathing hard.

Ty snapped out of his trance and stumbled across the hall to his room. Closing his door as quietly as he could, he stood there, chest heaving then threw the water bottle on the floor. Ty fumbled with the button on his jeans with shaking hands, finally releasing his throbbing dick and gripped it. Scenes from what he’d just watched flashed across his mind as he frantically stroked himself. But it was one word he heard over and over again. One word, spoken in his best friend’s deep, husky voice: “Come.”

Hot streams shot out of Ty’s cock and dripped onto his hand as his body jerked. It took seconds for embarrassment to slap him in the face hard as realization swept over him.

He’d just beat off to visions of his best friend having sex with another guy.

Three weeks had passed since Ty had watched that scene in Spencer’s room. For the first week, he’d found it hard to look Spencer in the eye and had made up excuses about having to work longer hours to fix a problem with a client’s computer system. He’d known Spencer would see through the lie, but thankfully, he hadn’t call Ty out on it.

That unexpected night kept running laps in Ty’s brain until he was exhausted. He couldn’t close his eyes without seeing Spencer standing there naked, flogger in hand. Yeah, he’d done his research; Spencer had used a flogger on that guy. It shamefully made Ty hot just thinking about it. He must have jacked off to that image at least five times that first week and at least eight more times throughout the two weeks following that. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was not gay. He’d been attracted to women for as long he could remember. But watching Spencer that night, Ty had the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. What did that say about him? He didn’t want to know the answer, so he’d done his best to avoid seeing Spencer. After the first week, though, Ty knew he was calling attention to himself, and Spencer was beginning to sense there was something wrong.

Ty couldn’t tell if he was happy or disappointed that Spencer hadn’t had anyone over since that night. It didn’t matter anyway. It was a mistake that he’d left the door open to begin with; Spencer had never done that before and wasn’t likely to do it again.

“You look deep in thought. You okay, man? You’ve been weird lately.” The object of Ty’s active imagination walked into the living room and sat on the other end of the couch from Ty. His heart raced as he imagined Spencer being able to see into his mind. What would Spencer do if he could see what Ty had been thinking about?

“Ty! Dude, what is up with you?” Spencer questioned him, worry clear on his face.

“Uh…nothing. No, I’m good, man. Just tired, that’s all.” Ty forced himself to meet Spencer’s Caribbean blue eyes. When the hell did he start noticing how blue Spencer’s eyes were? Mentally slapping himself, Ty tried to get it together.

“You’re still going to Eric’s for the Super Bowl tonight, right?” Spencer asked as he reached for the remote control. Ty watched Spencer turn the television on and put his feet up on the coffee table. He seemed to notice every move Spencer made now. It was freaking him the fuck out.

“Yeah, I’m going.”

“Care to make a little wager?” Spencer shot Ty a sly grin, and immediately, anxiety coursed through Ty’s body.

“What kind of wager?” Jesus, why the hell was his heart pounding?

“Well, seeing as you’ve decided to make a fool of yourself and back New England for the win, I say let’s make it interesting…since I know I’ll be winning this one.” Spencer winked at him, making Ty’s competitive side stand at attention.

“Spence, there’s no way Denver’s going to win this one, so what part of your dignity do you want to lose?” Ty challenged, feeling a little more like himself.

“How about loser has to clean the house and do the grocery shopping for a month?”

“Lame! I thought you said you wanted this to be something interesting,” Ty mocked.

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