Page 31 of The Virgin
Spencer left Jonah to his bath and slipped into his bedroom across the hall. He didn’t want to make a mess of Jonah’s bed with the massage oil, so he took the time to strip the blankets off. He slipped back into the bathroom and grabbed one of Jonah’s largest bath towels. After spreading it out on the center of the bed, Spencer put the massage oil on the nightstand.
He had to take a deep breath to steady himself. The truth was that he liked looking after Jonah. He’d bend over backward for his friend. Coming over with bath salts and massage oil definitely wasn’t a hardship for him. His hands practically itched with the need to get them on Jonah’s body.
It wasn’t about sex, although his dick didn’t understand that. It was about being allowed to care for Jonah. To see him weak and vulnerable, knowing Jonah never let anyone see him as anything but poised and perfect. To the rest of the world, Jonah wanted to be this rock, this island of a person who didn’t need anything or anyone. But to Spencer, he let himself need things. He let Spencer look after him instead of snatching his vulnerabilities away and vowing to do everything himself.
It meant more to Spencer than he could put words to that Jonah had opened himself up to him like this.
“I think I’m stuck.” Jonah’s voice came to him, wavering with uncertainty. “Spencer?”
Spencer went back to the bathroom and found Jonah still sitting in the bath, arms braced on the sides of the bath like he’d tried to get up but failed.
“I think I’m stuck, Spencer,” he repeated.
“Here.” Spencer bent down and cradled Jonah’s arm behind his elbow. “Up you get.” Spencer half-lifted Jonah as he wobbled to his feet and stepped over the edge of the tub. “Colby did try to kill you.”
“It was fun, actually. I missed the gym, I think, but I definitely overdid it.”
Spencer wrapped Jonah in a big, fluffy towel and rubbed him dry, then drained the tub. “Okay, one more thing to get your body moving again, and then I’ll order some dinner.”
Spencer led Jonah into his room and motioned to the towel in the center of the bed. “Lie down on your stomach.”
“I get a massage?” Jonah went to the bed and slowly crawled up the mattress before flopping down gracelessly in the center of the towel. “I may never move again.”
“You won’t have to.” Spencer went to retrieve the massage oil to get started, but Jonah looked pointedly at him.
“You’ll get massage oil on your pants. It’ll ruin them. You should definitely take them off.” Jonah’s voice caught, as if he couldn’t believe he’d said such a thing. And maybe a few weeks ago, he wouldn’t have. But something in him had shifted recently. He’d become more confident, around Spencer at least. More willing to give a voice to the things he wanted. He was blossoming, and Spencer was thrilled to be the one to help make it happen.
A sense of greed welled up in Spencer as he shed his shirt and shimmied out of his pants under Jonah’s watchful gaze. He’d propped himself up on his elbows and craned his neck for a better look, not being shy at all about the way his stare raked over Spencer. Something more than admiration for his naked form lay in the depths of Jonah’s gaze, but before Spencer could parse what it was, Jonah lowered himself down and relaxed into the mattress.
A deep breath did little to prepare Spencer for what was likely to come next. He wanted Jonah so much it hurt. His chest ached with it. There wasn’t a part of him that wasn’t certain he was already so far in over his head, but he couldn’t stop himself from knee-walking up the bed and reaching for the oil. Or straddling Jonah, his lithe form pinned between Spencer’s beefy thighs.
He hoped the way his breathing shook wasn’t apparent to Jonah, who was unaware of how fucking gorgeous he was. Spencer poured some oil into a palm, then rubbed his hands together, warming it.
The first glide of Spencer’s slippery palms up the center of Jonah’s back pulled a groan out of Jonah that had Spencer’s cock throbbing. He sank his hands in deeper, working the tension out of Jonah’s shoulders. The muscles there were hard and tight, and it made Spencer think Jonah never truly relaxed.
Adding more oil to his hands, he worked Jonah’s shoulders until the tension unraveled and fell away.
“That’s so good.” Jonah’s words were muffled and he sounded tired, but Spencer selfishly hoped he wasn’t too tired. Spencer’s cock was rock hard and he’d ignored it this far, letting it sit on Jonah’s ass as he rubbed his shoulders.
He knew that Jonah wanted this with him, and he would be a liar if he said he didn’t think about it nearly constantly, but what was supposed to happen next? He knew it wasn’t anything he hadn’t asked himself before, but he couldn’t stop obsessing over it. Obsessing about Jonah. What came after they had sex? Would Jonah want to keep doing it or would his mission be complete? Would he go off and find some nice guy to take him out? The idea of Jonah using all the things he’d learned with Spencer on someone else had his blood boiling.
He wasn’t a jealous person by nature and the sudden surge of angry jealousy over hypothetical situations that hadn’t happened yet nearly had Spencer climbing off Jonah and calling the whole thing off. This wasn’t like him at all.
Then Jonah wriggled beneath him and let out a horny little moan. And if that didn’t wipe Spencer’s brain clean, hearing his name come out of Jonah’s mouth in that same breathy tone sure as fuck did.
“Spencer, please.”
Spencer slid his hands down Jonah’s back. Jonah had a nice back, Spencer thought. But Spencer liked every detail about Jonah. More than liked, probably. But he couldn’t think about his own feelings when Jonah’s fingers gripped the sheets and he arched his ass up, tormenting Spencer’s aching dick.
“Please.”
Spencer couldn’t say no. Didn’t want to say no. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything. And if it all fell to shit one day, then at least he’d have the memory of Jonah stretched out underneath him, comfortable enough to ask for the things he wanted instead of running away from them.
“Tell me what you want, Jonah.” Spencer kept rubbing Jonah’s shoulders, but it was less of a post-exercise massage and more of a sensual rubdown. He slowed his movements and changed the amount of pressure he put on Jonah’s muscles. Jonah moaned again, deeper and sexier than anything he’d ever heard before.
“You.” Jonah already sounded ruined, and Spencer hadn’t touched him in any of the ways he wanted to touch him. He had only intended to come over and help Jonah in his post-workout misery. But apparently their agenda had changed.
“How do you want me?”
