Chapter Fourteen
Spencer
Spencer’s breath caught, hanging there like the world had just stopped to see what he’d do next after telling his story.
Jamie lay beside him, the soft lamplight catching in his hair, and suddenly the rest of existence felt far away.
The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was thick with something too big for words.
He reached out, slow enough so Jamie could pull back if he wanted to. His hand hovered for a second, then found the shape of Jamie’s jaw, the one he’d memorized from glances and daydreams. The warmth of Jamie’s skin under his palm almost undid him.
God, he was beautiful. Spencer’s thumb brushed over his cheekbone, light as breath. “You are so incredibly hot,” he murmured, surprised at how rough his own voice sounded. The words came from somewhere deep and unguarded.
His fingers drifted higher, tracing the soft skin just behind Jamie’s ear, feeling the faint flutter of his pulse.
He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he leaned in to place a kiss on the forehead, the bridge of a nose, and finally, Jamie’s lips.
It wasn’t a claiming a kind of kiss. It was more like he was checking if he was okay.
When he pulled back, he searched Jamie’s sparkling eyes for his readiness. His fingers traced soothing patterns on Jamie’s arm. “When you’re here with me like this… what color does it feel like?”
A charming smile touched his lips. “Green.” He paused. “It’s like the first time I used the green crayon in a fresh box of crayons. Safe. Alive.”
Spencer was overcome by a wave of tenderness so powerful it felt like a physical pain in his chest. He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a sign of agreement. “Green.” He savored that word. “Yes. I feel that too.”
He shifted, drawing Jamie closer, tucking him against his side so Jamie’s head rested on his shoulder. He could feel the steady, trusting weight of him, and it was the most grounding sensation he had ever known.
“You are the sweetest part of my life,” Spencer whispered into Jamie’s ear. His confession felt both terrifying and utterly right.
“You’re so damn strong. Cowboy strong. When I’m with you, I feel… safe and cared for. Like nothing in the world can touch me here.”
Spencer stroked Jamie’s hair. The weight of Jamie’s trust so close was grounding in a way nothing else had ever been. Every breath they shared felt like proof they were exactly where they were supposed to be.
Their bodies fit together like two puzzle pieces, as if they had spent their whole lives waiting to find each other. The air between them felt charged—not with urgency, but with a feverish excitement. With belonging.
He tilted Jamie’s chin just enough to meet his gaze. “Please call me Daddy Spencer.”
Jamie smiled, with the same tender glow in his eyes. “Yes, Daddy Spencer,” he said softly. “This feels green too.”
“Jamie, this means I don’t want to hear you refer to Tom as Daddy Tom anymore.”
“That’s not a problem.”
“Are you ready for me to make love to you for the first time?”
“I’m ready, Daddy Spencer. Green ready.”
The soft touches and whispered confessions had woven a sanctuary around them. Spencer saw every emotion in Jamie’s eyes, a trusting warmth mirroring the longing in his own soul.
Spencer closed his eyes for a long moment, swallowing past the lump in his throat. There was so much he wanted to say—that Jamie deserved this kind of safety, that Spencer would burn the world to keep him feeling it, but none of those words were big enough for the feeling itself.
Spencer’s hands traced the lines of Jamie’s face, journeyed lower, skating over the delicate ridge of a collarbone, and the gentle slope of a shoulder.
He unbuttoned Jamie’s shirt with painstaking slowness, his fingers trembling not from nervousness, but from the overwhelming significance of the act.
Each inch of skin revealed was a revelation, a landscape he was being granted permission to cherish.
“Is this alright?” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, pausing with his palm flat against Jamie’s warm sternum.
“Yes, please.” Jamie nodded.
That was all the encouragement Spencer needed.
When they were both bare, he didn’t rush to close the final distance.
Instead, Spencer held Jamie, skin to skin, feeling the frantic, matching rhythm of their heartbeats.
He kissed Jamie again, deeper this time, pouring every ounce of his devotion into it.
He reached for the condom and lube inside the bedside table.
“Put the pillow under your stomach,” Spencer told him.
Jamie quickly did as he was told, as Spencer knew he would.
Peppering kisses down Jamie’s spine, he traveled to his ass and spread Jamie’s cheeks ever so tenderly. “I want you,” he said in a low growl.
“I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure this is okay with me going inside?” Spencer asked.
“I’m sure as the color green.”
Spencer prepared Jamie with lube between his sweet cheeks, making sure his touch was as gentle as his words had been.
He used his lubed fingers to stretch Jamie.
Every shift, every soft sound Jamie made, was met with a murmured assurance.
“You’re so beautiful.” He was watching, listening, his entire being focused on ensuring their first time felt nothing but good and safe.
Spencer licked along the entrance to the back of his sack and played with Jamie’s scrotum, licking and sucking. Jamie moaned softly.
“Get on all fours,” Spencer instructed.
Jamie obeyed his request to the letter, as Spencer knew he would. It was the way Spencer had seized him, making them complete with all his love, protection, and entitlement. He craved making Jamie his in every conceivable way.
Spencer kneeled behind him, grabbed Jamie’s cock, and stroked it until it throbbed and formed a full erection. Before it could explode, Spencer stopped, squeezing Jamie’s nipples, which ignited his moans even loader.
“I like it when you play with them.” His words fell into a deep moan as Spencer twisted his nipples even harder.
“I’m going to fuck you hard and make you take all of me. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes, Daddy Spencer.”
Spencer wrapped one arm around Jamie’s waist. With his other hand, he aimed for his target and pressed his cock inside.
Spencer progressed from slow to slamming it in and out, nudging Jamie’s prostate.
His cock oozed precum. Spencer immediately grabbed his cock in his hand and stroked it to the same rhythm of his own cock thumping inside him.
The sound of their skin clashing turned Spencer on even more.
“Damn, Jamie! You’re so hot.”
“Am I a green kind of feeling?”
“Mmm.” Spencer pumped him harder and faster. “I had to be inside you today. We’re so close right now. Green close.”
Jamie formed faint whimpers.
Spencer neared exploding, then came inside the condom. “Oh, Jamie. Jamie. Jamie.”
The warmth of his cum ignited Jamie into shooting, spurt after spurt in Spencer’s hand.
“Shit! You made me feel so good.” Jamie collapsed facedown on the sheets, panting with the aftershocks of his orgasm with Spencer resting alongside him.
Spencer turned Jamie over on his back and kissed him hard on the lips.
His tongue entered Jamie’s mouth, their kiss completing their intense moments together as one.
“You’re perfect for me, sweetie.” Spencer pulled away from Jamie’s lips. Sweat dripped from his hair down his face.
“No one has ever said I was perfect.” Jamie pushed his hair away from his eyes.
“That’s because we’re perfect for each other.”
“Daddy Spencer, thanks for making me feel real again. I’ve never had sex before like we had. It felt like you were making love to me. It was deeper than just fucking.”
Spencer nodded. “It’s because I want you. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.” Spencer pulled Jamie closer, holding him tight. “You feel so good in my arms, and you’re right. What we did tonight was more than fucking.”
“I want to stay right here with you.” Jamie apparently didn’t want to move away from the comfort of Spencer’s hug.
“Me too.” Spencer kissed Jamie.
Jamie’s hands were wrapped around his back, not clutching or pulling, but holding, as if anchoring him.
“You’re so damn strong,” Jamie whispered again, his voice tender with feeling, and the words enfolded around Spencer’s heart, giving him a strength he never knew he possessed.
Their climax hadn’t been a frantic race, but a slow, rising tide that washed over them both, one after the other, in a wave of shuddering, quiet release.
It was less an explosion and a more blooming, a final, perfect unfurling of the tenderness that had been building between them all evening.
He removed his condom and used tissues from the bedside table to wipe both of them.
After the last tremors from Jamie subsided, Spencer didn’t pull away.
He carefully gathered Jamie into his arms, holding him close, their limbs tangled, their skin damp and warm.
He pressed a kiss to Jamie’s sweat-dampened temple, his heart so full he thought it might break from the sheer, expansive joy of it.