Page 16 of The Virgin
“Why is this so awkward?”
A ball of anxiety loosened in Spencer’s chest, easing the spiky feeling that had been stabbing at him since he dragged Jonah into the bathroom. “Because it’s new territory for both of us.”
Knowing that he needed to face this head on, he turned and took in the sight of Jonah with his damp hair plastered to his forehead. He reached out and brushed it to the side, then let his hand slide down until his fingers curved around the back of Jonah’s neck. With a simple glance down, he’d see his friend in all his naked glory. Spencer wondered if Jonah was as nervous as he was. Did he also feel far more naked on the inside, the way Spencer did?
Spencer brushed his lips against Jonah’s, but he didn’t linger. He was still hornier than he’d been in recent memory, but he wanted to follow Jonah’s lead. “Do you remember the first class you ever taught?” Spencer smiled at the way his question threw Jonah off.
“Um… What?”
Spencer glanced around and grabbed Jonah’s loofah and body wash and popped the top open. The subtle scent suited Jonah. Spencer lathered the loofah and made a spinning motion with his finger. “I’ll get your back while I explain.”
Jonah sighed, but turned around. Things were still slightly awkward between them, but it was easing off now. Spencer hoped some honesty would help the situation.
“Do you remember the first time you stood in front of a room full of students?”
Jonah nodded. “I was terrified. It’s kind of hard to forget.”
“Yeah, you were scared. Most of us are scared on some level when we do something new. But we do it anyway.”
Jonah scoffed. “Yeah, okay. Sure we do.Wedoesn’t include me and sex, obviously.”
“You haven’t met someone you’ve been comfortable with. Let’s face it, Jonah. Men are dogs, and you were looking for a unicorn.” Spencer scrubbed at Jonah’s back in slow circles. “I still maintain there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin at twenty-seven.”
“Says someone who isn’t a virgin. Everyone around me is driving Ferraris, and I’m trying to get the training wheels off my bike.”
“You can’t measure your life by other people’s milestones. Stan Lee was almost forty when he publishedThe Fantastic Four. Harrison Ford was a thirty-year-old carpenter when he landed his role inStar Wars. Some people have raised kids and grandkids and then gone back to school and earned their degrees. My point is that whether you were seventeen or twenty-seven or thirty-seven, there’s no shame in not being in the same place as other people. My cousin is two years younger than me, and she recently had twins. She’s also a doctor who is married to a doctor. And I’m single, childless, and make shit in my garage when I’m not trying to keep teenagers from causing themselves bodily harm in shop class five days a week.”
“I hear what you’re saying, but it’s just…”
“Take your time.” Spencer grabbed Jonah’s wrist and put the loofah in his hand before turning around. “Get my back, will you?”
It seemed like Jonah wasn’t going to return the favor, but finally the loofah tentatively touched his shoulder as Jonah started to scrub in soft, slow-moving circles.
“I went so long without doing it that it became this big obstacle. This enormous roadblock. It occurred to me every time I went out on a date that there would be certain expectations if things went well. And it’s not like I came out and said I’d never had someone else’s dick in my hand—it was like they could tell.”
Spencer turned, and Jonah stared up at him. Water clung to his eyelashes, and his beauty nearly took Spencer’s breath away. He looked down and grabbed Jonah’s hand, gently removed the loofah from his grasp, and dropped it into the bottom of the tub. Spencer guided Jonah’s hand to his dick, which hadn’t even thought of going down.
He watched Jonah’s face, allowing a brief smile at the sight of Jonah’s eyes widening and his cheeks turning scarlet. Spencer folded his own hand over Jonah’s, curling Jonah’s fingers around his cock and keeping his grasp in place. Jonah’s hands were smaller, thinner, and far more delicate than Spencer’s. He was used to his own hands, calloused and hardened from welding and woodworking.
Jonah’s gaze was pinned on Spencer’s cock and, well, fair was fair, right? Spencer had already had Jonah’s dick in his hand. He knew the weight and the shape and the way it fit in his hand, but it was pretty too. Spencer wasn’t sure if his friend would like being told his dick was pretty, so he didn’t say that.
“You’re so fucking hot, Jonah,” he said instead, and it must’ve been the right thing to say because suddenly Jonah was tilting his head up, up, up, and he rose on his toes and pressed his lips against Spencer’s.
His hand started to move under Spencer’s and he let go, reaching for Jonah, winding one arm around him to dip down and grab his pert little ass. He cupped Jonah’s cheek and deepened the kiss as Jonah fumbled a little giving his first hand job. But that was the thing about sex—you didn’t have to be an expert to get someone off, and Jonah’s hand on his cock was fucking incredible.
He backed Jonah up and pinned him to the wall, kissing him passionately, frantically almost, when his desire made him lightheaded. The world faded away, and there was only the sound of the shower and their own heavy breathing as Spencer buried his face in the curve of Jonah’s neck and cried out, flooding Jonah’s hand with his cum.
Jonah laughed and were it anyone else, Spencer might’ve been offended by that. But it told him he’d done something right. Jonah’s laugh sounded lighter than it had in a while. Beyond happy, it bordered on joyful.
Jonah washed his hand off under the spray and he looked up at Spencer, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “Is it weird to say thank you after something like that? Because I don’t want to be weird, but I want to thank you for what you’ve given me. I don’t know that I could trust anyone else with something like this.”
“It’s not weird.” Spencer put his fingers under Jonah’s chin and tipped his head up. He brushed another kiss against Jonah’s lips because he found that he liked kissing him. “And even if it was weird, be weird. I like you exactly the way you are.”
“You have to say that because I just had my hand on your dick.”
Spencer laughed. “No, I have to say that because you’re my best friend and it’s true.”
“Speaking of best friends… I don’t want this to fuck anything up between us.”
