Page 38 of The Virgin
“Your toes are cold,” Spencer said.
Jonah moved his feet to press his toes against Spencer’s legs. “You can warm them up.”
Spencer wrapped his arm around Jonah and held him tighter. He dropped a kiss on the top of Jonah’s head and wished this was his life. Any thought of domestic bliss vanished when Jonah’s hand snaked down, lower and lower. His smooth palm grazed over Spencer’s dick, which was half hard from lying next to Jonah.
“Is this okay?” Jonah whispered.
“Yeah, ‘course.” Spencer smiled when he spoke. Jonah had come a long way since they’d started being intimate. And that’s what it was, wasn’t it? It was more than a quick Tab A goes into Slot B instruction. Spencer and Jonah had perhaps meant it to be that way, but even from that first kiss, that’s not how it had been for Spencer.
What they had was more than a simple exploration of Jonah’s body. It went deeper for him than helping out a friend. Spencer knew he had to say something, but he didn’t want to yet. Not with Jonah taking initiative and kissing his way down Spencer’s chest.
He didn’t want to interrupt his bravery, and it was selfish of Spencer. He knew that down to his bones. That he hadn’t been fair with Jonah by keeping all his burgeoning feelings from him…but there was always later. Later and later and later. Spencer would keep his feelings to himself for eternity if he thought it would keep Jonah by his side and in his bed.
But that was also a lie. Because more than sex and friendship, Jonah deserved to be in a relationship with someone he loved. Or had a chance at loving. And though Spencer cared about him, he wasn’t sure what Jonah’s feelings were. The only way to know would be to ask. And Spencer would. Right after Jonah was done teasing him.
His mouth was too talented. Too warm and wet on Spencer’s nipples. Too nimble as it danced along Spencer’s abdomen. Jonah’s breath tickled Spencer’s navel, and he found himself unable to think of anything but how fucking lucky he was to be the only one who knew how hot Jonah’s mouth was. To be the only person who’d seen him wriggle down the bed and settle between their thighs.
Jonah looked up at Spencer. “Tell me if I do anything wrong.”
Spencer huffed out a gentle laugh. “There’s no such thing.” Not with you. “Just do what feels good.”
Jonah’s lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he pulled his gaze away from Spencer’s. A perfectly pink tongue darted out, and Jonah swiped it gently against the head of Spencer’s cock. He mouthed the shaft, dragging his tongue down to the root, over the underside where the thick vein was, then back up again.
In all his life, Spencer had never seen anything more beautiful than Jonah with that impish half-smile on his face. Light and love danced in his eyes, and it was on the tip of Spencer’s tongue to tell him how gorgeous he was, but Jonah stole his oxygen when he put his mouth over the head of Spencer’s cock. His tongue swirled over the crown, and Spencer sucked in a ragged breath.
Jonah had one hand wrapped around the base of Spencer’s cock, but the other one roamed Spencer’s body. His touch was feather-light and sent shivers down his spine. He wanted to twitch away from the unbearably light caresses but also to lean into them. In the end, he held as still as possible and let out a moan that was far needier than anything he’d heard come out of his mouth before.
But something about Jonah made him yearn. Something about the way Jonah looked at him made Spencer want Jonah to look at him more. Jonah made himwant, and wasn’t that the terrifying truth of it? Ever since that first kiss, Spencer had wanted more. More and more and more until he wanted everything. But he didn’t have the words to ask for anything, not with Jonah taking all the air from the room. He slowly eased more of Spencer’s cock into his mouth, not very deep but that didn’t matter when Spencer reveled in Jonah touching him everywhere.
Spencer reached down and ran his fingers through Jonah’s hair. Jonah purred, which made Spencer gasp and twitch from the sensation of feeling the audible pleasure vibrate up his cock.
“That’s so good.” He stopped himself before he called Jonahbaby. Not only was he suddenly unsure of what terms of endearment Jonah would be okay with, but he was keenly aware of the fact that this was temporary. Jonah wasn’t his baby. He was his best friend. His very best friend. Losing him would gut Spencer. His plan to tell Jonah about the emotions that stirred within him was built on shaky ground.
Jonah switched his attention to Spencer’s balls. He laved his tongue over the sensitive flesh while slowly jacking Spencer's dick, using only spit as lube.
“You’re amazing.” Spencer closed his eyes and relaxed into the bed, momentarily content to forget about the problem with his pesky emotions. It wasn't like he could think straight with Jonah’s lips around his cock anyway. “Feels fantastic… Oh, my God.”
“Can I?”
Spencer raised his head and opened his eyes. “Can you what?”
Jonah’s face was beet-red, but he managed to power through his obvious embarrassment and ask for what he wanted. “Can I finger you?”
“Do you have lube?”
Jonah rolled his eyes. “No, Spencer. I, a flaming homosexual, don't keep lube in my bedroom. Top drawer.”
Spencer rolled over to grab the bottle of lube and toss it to Jonah. “Just go slow and use as much lube as you want.”
“What if I hurt you?” Jonah looked suddenly younger and more scared than Spencer remembered seeing him.
“You won’t,” Spencer said confidently. “You have the skinniest fingers I’ve ever seen.”
Jonah rolled his eyes again. “Ha ha. Very funny.” Nerves made Jonah’s voice tremble.
“You won’t hurt me,” Spencer told him, his voice soft but steady and filled with conviction.
With freshly-lubed fingers, Jonah returned to his position between Spencer’s legs. Spencer spread his legs wider, bending them at the knees to give Jonah a better angle to work with.
