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Jonah kept his gaze trained on Spencer for a heavy moment before pulling his attention away from his face and focusing on what his hands were doing. Gently, maybe too gently, Jonah stroked Spencer’s cock, but Spencer would bite his tongue off before he said anything Jonah might take as a criticism. A finger slowly teased the rim of Spencer’s hole.
If the breath that quivered out of Spencer was slightly nervous, Jonah would never know. It had been a long time since Spencer let anyone play with him like this. Truth be told, a lot of the men he’d dated didn’t have any interest in being anything but a bottom. Spencer was okay with that. Mostly he was a top, but sometimes if the mood was right and so was the person, he could be convinced to bottom.
Jonah would never be the wrong person.
Jonah sucked in a deep breath, as if he was the one about to get breached, and slowly slid the tip of a finger inside Spencer.
“That’s it, keep going,” Spencer whispered encouragingly.
“You’re so tight.” Jonah’s face was bright red, a mix of both lust and obvious embarrassment coloring his cheeks.
“You won’t hurt me,” Spencer told him again. “It already feels good.”
Spencer wanted to keep himself propped up on his elbows so he could see what was going on because watching Jonah explore was hot. But the more he looked, the more self-conscious Jonah appeared. Spencer lay down again, letting his eyes close, and exhaled a deep breath as Jonah’s finger slid deeper.
“Holy shit, Spencer,” Jonah whispered reverently. His free hand splayed out over Spencer’s abdomen, then ran down his body. Jonah slid it lower to Spencer’s inner thigh and nudged his legs further apart.
Jonah leaned down and his wickedly warm mouth sealed over the head of Spencer’s cock again. He worked his finger in deeper, then slid it out. Then in again. All while his tongue swirled and lapped at the head of Spencer’s dick. He was going to come like a fountain soon if Jonah wasn’t careful.
The finger slid back in again, and this time, another one joined it. The stretch burned enough to hold off his impending orgasm, but not forever, because Jonah’s adventurous digits found Spencer’s prostate.
Spencer grit his teeth. His stomach muscles went rigid with the effort to hold back. But Jonah was pegging his prostate now, stroking with confident fingers as he sucked Spencer’s dick. Spencer lifted his head—he needed to see.
Jonah was stretched out between Spencer’s legs. He couldn’t see his face, but he admired the long lean lines of Jonah’s body and the way his hips wriggled and thrust as he pushed Spencer closer to release.
That every night could be like this was Spencer’s greatest wish. He dreamed every one of Jonah’s touches were his to hoard.
Hi breath caught in his chest, but he managed to croak out a warning to Jonah before he came. Jonah was undeterred by Spencer’s raspy warning, and he tilted his head to look at Spencer.His lusty, hooded gaze was enough to tip Spencer over the edge and flood Jonah’s mouth. Excess cum ran down Spencer’s shaft, and Jonah pulled off, panting and gasping and humping the bed as his fingers still worked tirelessly in Spencer’s ass, stroking and sliding, pegging his prostate until Spencer twitched in a way that Jonah understood wasn’t a good twitch.
Jonah exhaled a shaky breath and slowly removed his fingers from Spencer’s ass. Before Jonah could say anything, Spencer reached down and tugged him up into his arms. He sealed their mouths together, kissing him long and hard and deep. Licking the flavor of his own release off Jonah’s tongue.
The kiss ended with Jonah pulling away. “I sort of… I’m going to need to change the sheets. Sorry.”
“You came without touching yourself? That’s hot.”
“Really?”
Spencer cupped Jonah’s cheek and pulled him in for another kiss. “Really.”
Jonah looked downright bashful as he kissed Spencer one more time before climbing off him, apologetically explaining that he was going to clean up and be right back.
Spencer would tell him how much he cared about him when he got back, when they were snuggled in bed next to each other. He closed his eyes for just a moment.
CHAPTER 21
JONAH
Jonah slid out of bed,leaving Spencer there sprawled out on his back, not so gently snoring. He barely resisted the urge to brush the hair off Spencer’s face, not wanting to wake him. Quietly he dressed in a pair of khakis and an old henley, one getting worn out that he couldn’t seem to part with, despite the pinholes in the bottom of the shirt.
He left a note on the nightstand for Spencer, explaining that he was meeting his dad for breakfast at the diner and that he’d bring something back for him. Jonah wanted to find Spencer still there in his bed when he returned. He hoped the note wasn’t too subtle, but he wasn’t quite brave enough yet to come out and ask for all the things he wanted.
Jonah arrived before the diner opened and slipped in the back using his key. Taylor was already there with headphones on, going through his morning kitchen ritual. Whatever that was. Jonah admittedly hadn’t worked in the diner in any capacity since his college days. Certainly not since Taylor had taken over the kitchen operations.
Jonah’s dad was in the front putting the chairs back on the floor where they belonged. Jonah jumped in to help.
“Good morning, Jonah. Sleep well?” his dad asked. Ethan Bennett was about as subtle as a heart attack. What he really wanted to know was whether Jonah was still moody and miserable like he’d been the night before.
“I slept fine, thanks. What’s Taylor making us for breakfast?” Jonah wasn’t sure how much he could eat on his nervous stomach, but he’d do his best to put on a good show for his dad.
