Page 21 of The Virgin
“Are you on supervisor duty this week?” Spencer asked, bending over to tug his shoe on.
“Yeah. Mornings, though. I have lunchtime the week after next.”
“Did you want company?”
“I could stand that.” Jonah shoved his hands in his pockets to keep himself from reaching for Spencer. “I’ll stop by the diner and grab coffee and stuff.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Besides, I want to see if Dad noticed the plants Taylor put in the bathrooms.”
Spencer gave him a confused look. “Plants?”
“Taylor’s plant hobby has overtaken his apartment. He smuggled an orange tree into the diner and it took Dad a week to notice. I was there this morning for breakfast, and I noticed there was a plant in the bathroom now too.”
Spencer chuckled and shook his head. “Okay, then. You go on your reconnaissance mission. I won’t stop you.”
A silence swelled between them, and the air tingled as Spencer stepped forward. Jonah was like a deer caught in the headlights when Spencer brought his large, calloused hands up and cradled Jonah’s face. Tenderly, Spencer leaned in and brushed a kiss against Jonah’s lips.
The brevity didn’t seem to matter when it came to how it impacted Jonah. Spencer kissing him made his world tilt sideways.
“What was that for?” Jonah squeaked, and then cleared his throat, earning a smile from Spencer.
“For promising me.” Spencer pulled his hands away, and Jonah was instantly colder. “See you in the morning.”
Spencer let himself out, and Jonah might have stared at the door longer than necessary before reaching up and throwing the deadbolt.
A breath shuddered out of him. Jonah deflated and made his rounds through the bottom floor of his townhouse, turning lights off and locking the back door before he headed upstairs.
It shouldn’t have surprised him when Spencer showed up, but his sudden appearance had cheered Jonah up. He should have guessed that Spencer would seek him out. Jonah didn’t ever go a day without talking to him, not since they met. It had been stupid of him to change the way he acted, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want Spencer to get tired of him.
Jonah walked into the bathroom, and not until he caught a look at his reflection did he realize he wore the clothes he’d borrowed from Spencer the previous weekend. It was also the first time Jonah witnessed the way his face turned pink when he was embarrassed.
He’d missed Spencer, and that’s why he’d slid into the oversized clothes that he’d promised to return after they were laundered. But they hadn’t been washed yet and still smelled like Spencer…and now the blood rushed out of his face, going straight to his cock.
Jonah swiped a hand down his face and set about brushing his teeth. He didn’t look in the mirror again. There was no need to look in his reflection when he didn’t need to reflect at all to know that he was dangerously close to developing feelings for Spencer.
But was he catching feelings because Spencer had gotten him off, or was it the other way around? Had the feelings already been there? The biggest question—the one that killed his erection—was what would happen once Spencer showed him all that he’d promised? Where would they go next? If Jonah was already starting to have feelings for Spencer, it would probably only get worse the more they did together.
Though it was a dangerous path, Jonah couldn’t even think of calling it off without his chest tightening, cutting off his ability to breathe. Jonah had started something that he wasn’t sure how to stop, not that he wanted to. But he also didn’t know how to keep it going. There was a finish line and every touch and kiss brought them closer to it, increasing Jonah’s urge to drag his feet.
He threw the covers back and climbed into bed. After fluffing his pillows up, he got comfortable before grabbing a book off the nightstand. He opened it and tried to focus his attention on the words, but he couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss downstairs. Jonah had been friends with Spencer long enough to know that he could be called a gentle giant, but the tenderness of the kiss still managed to blow him away.
Kissing was something Jonah had some experience in and no one had kissed him the way Spencer did. Even the soft kisses had an undercurrent of want that ran so deep Jonah could drown in it if he wasn’t careful.
Jonah put his hand to his lips. If he thought hard enough, he could still feel Spencer’s mouth on his. He wanted to know what it would be like if Spencer kissed him everywhere. The thoughts he had about those lush lips and Spencer’s stubble were indecent, bordering on lewd, but Jonah was alone in his room where it didn’t matter what he thought because he was safe there, by himself in the dim light.
Jonah put his book aside and clicked the lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Closing his eyes, he dragged his hand down his chest, trying to imagine it was Spencer’s, but the weight was off. The intent was different too, he thought. He loved the way Spencer had pinned him down. The weight of Spencer on top, pressing him into the couch, had been comforting in a way Jonah wasn’t prepared for.
Of all the things Jonah had thought fooling around with someone might be like, safe and comforted weren’t what he’d expected. He’d expected nerves, which he’d had an abundance of. And lust, which had nearly overwhelmed him. When Spencer pinned him down and took care of him, protected him, he wanted to wrap himself up in Spencer and burrow inside that feeling.
Jonah’s hand snaked down and skimmed over the top of his bulging briefs. A shudder tore through him, and he gripped his dick through the fabric, pretending that the scratch of the material was the same as Spencer’s calloused hands.
For less time than a blink, Jonah wondered if it was crossing a line to jerk off while thinking of Spencer, but then his grip tightened and he moaned, arching up into the friction. After all, Spencer had offered to help him broaden his sexual horizons. Before he could think of a reason to stop, Jonah grabbed the seldom-used lube from his nightstand drawer and squirted a liberal amount into his palm.
The shape and slide of his own hand was wrong after experiencing Spencer’s touch, but he couldn’t pretend that his own slender fingers were Spencer’s larger, more powerful ones. Instead, he thought of what Spencer’s face might look like if he saw Jonah. Biting his lower lip, he slid his hand into his briefs. He should’ve taken them off, but this was somehow hotter, like he was doing something he shouldn’t be doing and didn’t want to get caught. He bit back a groan as his dick hardened.
Jonah was a guy so of course he’d jerked off before, but something about this time was different. More illicit. Jerking under his briefs while still wearing the shirt that carried Spencer’s scent. With his free hand, he lifted the hem of the shirt and brought it up to his face. If he closed his eyes and breathed deep, it was almost like Spencer was in the room with him. Jonah’s breath caught, and his release barreled through him.
