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Jonah couldn’t have stopped it if he wanted to. Spencer’s hand was too good, too big and strong and calloused in all the right ways, his voice too sexy, his mouth too talented, licking and kissing Jonah’s neck. He never stood a chance.
Jonah came so hard he forgot to breathe for a moment as his release ripped through him, flooding Spencer’s hand with cum, which Spencer used for lube as he kept stroking Jonah’s dick through the aftershocks, only stopping when Jonah whimpered in a not-sexy way.
He knew he should release Spencer, but he couldn’t make himself. He should reciprocate or at least offer. Or maybe Spencer wanted to get up and wash his hands. There was probably some sort of post-orgasm protocol he should be following, but all Jonah could think about was how much he wanted to do it again.
“Are you okay?” Spencer asked after an extended silence. Jonah’s breathing had returned to normal, and he was aware of the cum drying on his skin, sticky and uncomfortable. But Jonah was fabulous.
He just didn’t know what was supposed to come after you let your best friend jerk you off.
CHAPTER 8
SPENCER
“We should probably wash up.”Jonah’s voice was soft and stilted. Their afterglow had turned into something clumsy and awkward, and Spencer didn’t know how to fix it. Stupidly, he hadn’t thought this far ahead.
If he let Jonah get up now, he had the sinking suspicion that Jonah would tuck and run, that his walls would go right back up, and Spencer didn’t want that to happen.
“In a minute.” There was one surefire way to make certain the awkwardness didn’t overtake them. Spencer slanted his mouth over Jonah’s again. It wasn’t a hardship to kiss him. Far from it. Kissing Jonah turned Spencer’s body into sunlight. He saw more sparks behind his eyes when they kissed than Spencer saw when he was welding.
He was happy that he’d been honest with Jonah about what was in it for him, that he was doing this for himself as much as he was doing it for Jonah. Because kissing him could easily become his new favorite pastime. His dick still throbbed, hard and unyielding in his pants, trapped against his zipper. It ached to the point of madness, but Spencer ignored it in favor of licking his way inside Jonah’s mouth. He’d kiss the awkwardness away and show Jonah that they could do this and nothing between them would change. Their friendship would remain intact and Spencer wouldn’t think of what would happen when this ran its course.
Eventually they’d get to the main event and then they’d have no reason to keep touching and kissing. Spencer would have to slide back into his old role. A role that was now too small to fit all the new emotions that bubbled inside him. Things he ignored in favor of kissing Jonah breathless before finally pulling away and getting to his feet. He tugged Jonah up and tangled their hands together.
“What are you doing?” Jonah asked as they headed for the bathroom.
“We’re going to wash up,” he said, pulling Jonah into the room. He shut the door behind them and dropped Jonah’s hand to start the shower.
“A shower?” Jonah’s voice squeaked and he cleared his throat. “But you haven’t even…um… You didn’t…” Jonah turned red and motioned to the obvious bulge in Spencer’s pants. “You haven’t come.”
“That’s why the shower isn’t for me. You’re the one with cum all over himself. I’ll wash up in the sink.”
Jonah shook his head. “Spencer, you’re not going to just…”
“Just what?”
“You can’t get me off and not let me return the favor, okay?” Jonah looked like he was ten different kinds of mortified, but he forged ahead anyway. “It feels unfair and unbalanced, like you’re only doing half the job you said you’d do.” Jonah let out an anguished-sounding groan and swiped his hands down his face.
“I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t. You’ve touched other people before. I’ve lived in a sexless bubble. You said you’d show me, but I thought you’d let me participate, not just lay there and hump your hand. I want to make you feel good too.” Jonah’s frustration fizzled and his shoulders rounded, like he was already giving up.
Spencer grabbed the hem of his shirt and peeled it off. “Well, it would be nice to have someone to wash my back.”
He didn’t miss the way Jonah’s eyes widened or the way he raked his gaze over Spencer’s body. They’d been half-dressed around each other before, but they’d never been in a situation that was sexually charged, where they’d be open to looking at each other in that way. Spencer stood still and let Jonah take his time looking at him.
It wasn’t that Spencer didn’t like how he looked, but he was well aware that he wasn’t everyone’s type. A lot of people didn’t go for burly guys with thick midsections and enough fur on their chest to make a nice shag rug. Jonah didn’t seem to mind, though, if the sudden color on his cheeks was any indication.
Somewhat shy, even after Spencer had his hand on his dick, Jonah removed his shirt but hesitated to undress the rest of the way. Spencer knew Jonah had walls, but this was some Fort Knox-level shit. Without any further hesitation, Spencer turned around to give Jonah the illusion of privacy and undressed the rest of the way. He didn’t wait for Jonah, instead opting to step into the shower and turn the temperature up to a comfortable level.
He closed his eyes and let the hot water rush over his skin. Part of him expected Jonah to leave the room, but he was also not surprised when his friend stepped into the shower instead.
Jonah had been right to be frustrated earlier. If Spencer was going to do this, he couldn’t only do it halfway. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Jonah to touch him. He’d gotten so focused on making sure Jonah had a good time that it didn’t occur to him that part of that would be allowing Jonah to return the favor.
It made him feel a little sheepish—and a lot stupid—that he thought of it like a one-sided thing.Seeing Jonah fall apart, being the one to make him happy, make him come, had been pleasure enough for him. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Jonah would want to reciprocate.
“Spencer?”
Spencer cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
