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Spencer pushed Jonah’s shirt off his shoulders and helped him out of it the rest of the way.
“It probably makes me a Neanderthal, but I want to burn that outfit. I don’t want to look at that shirt again and think of you wearing it to go on a date with someone else when I haven’t even been able to take you on a date.”
“We can burn it in the back yard. Or you can rip it up and use it for rags in your workshop.” Jonah placed his palms against Spencer’s chest and splayed his fingers. Spencer reached up and placed one of his hands on one of Jonah’s. He examined the differences between them. Spencer’s hands were thicker and calloused, likely stronger than Jonah’s. He’d been told more than once that he had piano player hands. Long, slender fingers, but Jonah discovered early in life that they weren’t meant to make music.
“You have sexy hands,” he told Spencer, because it was the truth and keeping things from Spencer had been exhausting.
“Yeah?” Spencer reached out and cupped Jonah’s cheek. “You think so?”
Jonah nodded, suddenly breathless.
“What do you want me to do with them?” Spencer walked forward, herding him toward the bed. When the backs of his legs hit the bed, he sat down, suddenly face-to-crotch height with a half-naked Spencer.
Jonah’s mouth was cotton ball dry and he dragged his gaze up, up, up Spencer’s body to meet his eyes. “Touch me.”
Jonah wet his lips as Spencer stepped closer, slotting himself between Jonah’s spread legs.
“How do you want me to touch you, Jonah?” Even as he asked the question, he was reaching for Jonah. Cradling his face, sliding calloused skin over Jonah’s cheekbones.
“Like you love me.” It must have been the right thing to say, because Spencer practically growled as he bent to kiss him.
Strong arms came around him, and Spencer heaved him up the bed. A shocked laugh escaped Jonah, but it died when he watched Spencer pop the button of his pants.
Jonah nearly swallowed his tongue as Spencer shoved his pants down. He couldn’t help but ogle him. He’d seen him bare before and his naked body wasn’t new to Jonah, but now that Spencer knew how much he cared about him, he didn’t fear giving himself away for looking too long. His feelings wouldn’t be exposed by his hopeful expression.
“Fuck, I love you, Spencer,” Jonah whispered as Spencer knelt on the bed and slowly lowered himself over Jonah. The tip of his nose brushed against Jonah’s cheek. Lips grazed the corner of Jonah’s mouth.
Spencer teased Jonah with a few more near-kisses. They were both breathing heavy, and Jonah’s chest was so light he thought it might explode, like his body was suddenly too small to contain all his happiness.
CHAPTER 26
SPENCER
“God, you’re so beautiful, Jonah.”Spencer’s desire made it hard to breathe, he wanted Jonah so bad. He couldn’t believe this was real. That Jonah was here and he got to keep him. Or that Jonah loved him right back.
He didn’t know what that meant for the future, only that they had one. The rest could sort itself out later. For now, Spencer wanted to drown himself in Jonah. He kissed him then, a real kiss. A kiss with all the things poured into it that he’d ever felt for Jonah. His unending loyalty, his affection, his lust, his love. Every ounce of joy that surged through him, he gave to Jonah in a tangle of tongues.
Spencer had him pinned to the bed with their cocks lined up. Jonah arched up into him, grinding their bodies together. One hand tangled in Spencer’s hair; the other found its way to his hip, and Jonah grabbed it, urging him to move.
“Something you want?” Spencer asked, kissing his way across Jonah’s freshly-shaved cheek. A spark of jealousy burned in his gut until he reminded himself that Jonah was here, not out with someone else, and the reason he shaved didn’t matter anymore. Not when Jonah was naked underneath him.
Jonah chased Spencer’s lips with his own, brushing tenderness across them. He gazed up at Spencer, and for the first time, Spencer knew they were being completely honest with each other. No more secrets were left between them. Jonah was stunning in his vulnerability. Even now, after all they’d done together, after all the confessions they’d made, Jonah needed to be reassured. Maybe Spencer did too. Maybe what he saw in Jonah’s eyes wasn’t just Jonah’s insecurities. Maybe his own fears were being reflected back at him.
“What do you want, Jonah?” Spencer whispered the question against Jonah’s skin.
“You. Just you.” Jonah sighed, angling his head away from Spencer to give him better access to his neck.
Spencer took the hint and left a trail of kisses down Jonah’s throat and back up again. He toyed with Jonah’s earlobe and let him writhe underneath him, chasing friction. Touch. Love. Chasing Spencer. But Jonah didn’t need to chase him at all, because Spencer was already caught in Jonah’s snare.
Spencer kissed his way down across Jonah’s clavicles and his chest, which only had a bit of hair, sparse but wiry and coarse. Spencer flicked his tongue over a nipple and chuckled quietly when Jonah squawked and squirmed.
“Spencer, please,” Jonah said, half-laughing, half-panting. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Spencer moved to the other nipple and kissed, sucked, licked, until Jonah was writhing all over again, squirming underneath him. Desperate to get closer, Jonah wrapped his legs around Spencer’s waist and yanked him up, then slanted their mouths together.
Jonah’s desperation was such a turn-on for Spencer. Never before had he felt so wanted. Like he was necessary to someone’s very survival. A cornerstone of their happiness.
“Spencer. Need you in me.” Jonah tucked Spencer’s hair behind his ears to keep it out of his face.
