Chapter 8 #2
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Trying to put that anger in his voice when he could feel his warmth against him, realizing Spencer was almost naked. Tightening his grip on his slender arms.
“I’m not sure… Not sure…” Looking up into those stunned grey eyes veiled with anger. “Not sure…” Spencer just pushed his hands on his chest, sealing those puzzled lips with his lips.
Duncan stepped back, pushing him away a bit. But his lips… those soft lips had felt so good… “No…”
Spencer grinned, wedged against him, even if Duncan’s hands were still curled on his arms. “Yes…”
“Are you out of your mind?” Hoping that nobody had seen Spencer cross the park, sneak up to his flat.
“Maybe I am…” He reached up to Duncan’s neck, and Duncan’s hands fell from his arms when Spencer pushed himself against him, their cocks meeting through their briefs' flimsy material. Warm, already hardening. It sent a shock down Spencer’s spine, his lips going slack as his nerves sizzled.
That hate flooding him, laced with his lust…
I’ll fuck him and ruin his life… Parting his lips, he smiled when he felt Duncan’s hands grab his waist, pull him up to his mouth.
Opening wide, letting Duncan match his tongue, their teeth clashing as they moaned into each other’s mouth. Fuck! Their hands pushing under the T-shirt and top, gliding on their skin...
Duncan broke the kiss. Mortified. Dead aroused. “No… we shouldn’t…”
“We should…” Panting, his eyes took that pleading light. “You said… it’s great with a guy who knows what he’s doing… are you that guy?”
“I’m your bodyguard…”
“So… guard my body… I’m safe with you?” Lashing his tongue on his lips, meeting his eyes. “Am I?”
“Fuck… damn you…” Kissing him, swallowing that small squeal as his hands dug into his hips.
Spencer smiled, clinging to him, walking to the bedroom, blind. “Fuck me… yes…”
Duncan grabbed his jaw to have his eyes as they stood, pressed against each other, hard. “The fuck do you know about fucking?”
“Nothing… show me…” He had grabbed Duncan’s T-shirt, hard. “Show me.” Almost a command there in all that wrath.
“You fuck!” But he kissed him, tumbling on the bed, crawling up to the headboard where Duncan sat.
Spencer straddled him, shedding his silk robe, his top, trembling.
He had never been so aroused. So angry, and filled with hate.
Hate at himself, at how that man made him feel, how he had crept into his brain in his lonely hours.
Meeting his eyes, he pulled Duncan’s T-shirt off, his hands roaming that broad chest. His muscles felt soft, but firm, filled with scars from what he could see in that dim light sifting from outside.
Spencer felt Duncan’s fingers dig into his hips so he leant to his mouth and kissed him wide…
Ruin you… I will ruin your life… Panting in that kiss, he felt himself leak into his briefs. What the fuck… Searching Duncan’s eyes.
“Oh… you have no plans?” Almost a smile there.
Spencer grabbed his jaw. “I hoped you had some.”
Duncan peeled his hand off. “I don’t know why the fuck you’re here…” Panting too, but he knew he could not push him off him. Not when his hip fit in his hand like a glove.
“I’m here to fuck. Precisely, to fuck you.”
“I don’t like twinks…”
Spencer smiled, leaning down to his mouth.
“I’m not a twink…” Kissing, wide, he ground into Duncan’s lap, his own erection torture at this point, feeling how hard Duncan was.
I never had a guy like him… A futile thought as Duncan tipped him back, hooking his hands in his boxers.
Spencer helped him, squirming free. Watching as Duncan’s eyes raked down his body to his cock.
A surprised rise of his eyebrows. “Uncut?”
Spencer pushed himself up to be close to him. “Yeah…” He palmed Duncan’s cock through his briefs. “Your turn…”
Duncan sat back and pulled them off, his cock springing on his lower abdomen.
Spencer was back on him in an instant. Hovering over him, grazing his hand down his abs to his cock. “Oh, I see we match…”
“Yes…” That small doubt still nagging him that this was fucking wrong on all levels… drenched in lust, lost in those dark eyes.
Spencer leant close, hovering over his lips. “Fuck me…”
“Tsk… you have no clue what you’re asking…”
“Show me then…” He sat on him, their cocks nestling against each other, warm velvet on warm velvet and all of Duncan’s resolve melted.
Melted into his skin, his kiss, his tongue, his hands slid up Spencer’s back, feeling his skin, tasting his taste, laced with weed, that taste blended into Spencer’s mouth, his whole being.
Pushing his hand under his hair, cupping his neck as his mouth glided down his neck, his teeth scraping his skin.
Spencer mewled, leaning into his mouth, against those hard teeth.
Duncan latched on his chest, sucking hard, holding Spencer tight, one hand behind that shivering back.
Suckling, his tongue playing on that hard nipple.
He had no idea if Spencer had been teased this way, but the sounds coming out of his mouth made him think that this might have been his first time.
Untrained, still riding that pleasure laced with pain.
Going to his other nipple so he wouldn’t rub him raw, suck it too hard.
Grinding against each other, their pre-cum leaking, wetting their skin.
Duncan breathed against Spencer’s chest, feeling his hands clenched in his hair, tight. “Condom?”
“Fuck that.”
Duncan looked at him. “No…”
“I tested for all kinds of shit… and you’re clean…? You are, control freak… so don’t put the rubber between us…please…” Kissing his objecting away, he wanted more. He clenched his hands harder in that dark hair, watching his eyes darken, his lips part. “Please…”
Duncan just sealed his lips and tilted him back on the bed, flipping him over.
He leant away enough to fish the lube out of the drawer, inwardly blessing himself that he had packed it for his solo play sessions.
He grabbed Spencer ass cheek and pulled it away, trickling the lube into his ass crack, drenching him.
Spencer shivered at that cold, looking at him through the mess of his hair as he leant his head on his hands. “So much?”
“I won’t fuck you dry… like that guy in the pool.”
Spencer smirked. “It was wet…”
“Precisely.” Hesitating a bit, his hand on that cool ass, he stroked that globe.
He had a great ass, mouth-watering. Pushing his fingers in his crack, he smeared the gel down to the base of his balls, up, pushing in slowly.
Circling a finger first, teasing. Pushing a second one in.
Watching his brows knit, that soft moan. “All good?”
“Just fuck me…”
Duncan lay on his back, holding his weight up as he pushed two fingers in to the knuckle. Spencer arched against him, but Duncan’s chest was in the way.
“Sshhh… take it…” Licking his shoulder blades, his neck, he fucked him with his fingers, stretching him as he moved them around.
Spencer’s hands clenched in the sheets, floating on that pressure, Duncan’s fingers brushing that spot sometimes he had sort of felt with Brad.
Not much. Vaguely that it was there. But there was no real pain now, even if he had tensed under his touch, he wanted him so much, he had started trembling.
“Please…”
Duncan smirked and pulled his fingers out, wiping them in the sheets. Taking his cock, he pushed the head in, letting Spencer adjust. But Spencer arched his back, letting him slip in. That tight warmth enveloped around Duncan and he moaned softly as he sunk on Spencer’s shivering back.
Out of this world as he got stretched apart… that pressure blended with that small pain which had ridden away on being filled up to the hilt. Spencer’s hands clenched on Duncan’s forearms, and he bit his hand softly.
“Ouch… you fuck…” Duncan waited for him to adjust, then pulled back a bit, and flexed his hips back.
One long stroke. Rolling his hips against is ass to go even deeper.
Little shit… That hate still lingering, that anger that he could hardly hold back.
Being inside of him, surreal… like a dream.
Rolling his hips, he just fucked him, readjusting Spencer’s hips and ass so he could slide on that spot.
Spencer’s eyes flew wide open. “Oh… God… Fuck…”
Duncan just fucked him, pushing his thigh against Spencer’s to go deeper.
It felt unreal… those hard thighs against his, buried under his weight, his warm body, that hard cock gliding in and out of him.
Brushing that spot, over and over again.
Spencer’s teeth wedged into Duncan’s hand as he clung to his wrists, mewling.
Tasting his skin, his saliva had flooded his mouth.
No idea how he could feel this way… how he could hold when every stroke sent sparkles down his spine, his balls tightening.
Duncan pulled his hand out of Spencer’s mouth, but pushed his thumb in that slack mouth. Feeling him suck, it sent a shockwave down his spine, a flood of warmth to his cock buried in that tight ass. So fucking tight… Almost coming right there when Spencer’s tongue glided under his thumb.
His taste laced with salt… Spencer couldn’t get enough, floating. Clenching when he thought he could not bear it anymore and come right there.
Feeling his smile on his lips as Duncan nibbled his neck. “Oh no… not yet…”
Feeling him pull out, Spencer felt cold and empty, whimpering when his thumb went too.
Duncan flipped that limp body over, pulling him close, Spencer’s thighs over his thighs as he knelt there. Stroking those lean thighs, watching that hard cock paint his abs with pre-cum. “Close?”
Spencer’s eyes flashed. “Bastard…”
“Hateful little shit… but you will come.”
Spencer smirked, his lips wet. “Try me…” Eyes wide when Duncan just pushed in and pulled him on his cock. Head thrown back. “Ah!”
“Not so smart now, are you?” Rocking him, he held Spencer tight, pushing his hands under his knees, he pushed his legs apart, pushed his knees up.
Drinking in his sight, his hair sprawled around him, thrashing on the pillows.
Moaning, heaving. He was still stunning, still so fuckable, it seemed a dream.
He also felt too damn good… But Duncan held back, reaching down to that cock bouncing on Spencer’s abs, taking it.
Stroking it to the rhythm of his thrusts, watching him arch his back.
But he was trapped, and Duncan just fucked him, jerked him off until he felt him tighten around his cock.
Until his back arched and Spencer came, hard, shooting ropes of cum all over his chest. It splattered on his neck and face, his lips as he was heaving, moaning, tears too, sliding down with all that cum.
That sight made Duncan lose it, coming inside of him, in that hot hell that his ass was.
Burning. Filling him, watching him cry, he let that limp cock go, and leant on him, staying inside, rocking him softly as he kissed his tears away, licking the cum off his neck.
Mhm… so good… his taste was insane… Licking his lips, his eyelids, his cheeks, stroking, wiping his tears off laced with cum.
Heaving too, blended together in that burning sweat.
Spencer opened his eyes, that cool draft on his soaked skin, drenched in their scent, the smell of sweat and cum, that strong smell of their fucking pervading the room. Something he had never known.
Duncan smiled down at him. “Had a good time?”
“You’re a decent fuck.”
Duncan punched his chest softly, spreading it into a caress. “This deserves another round…”
Spencer’s eyes widened a bit. “Oh… I’m not sure…”
“You came here to fuck? We just got started.”
Spencer grabbed his hair, tugging a bit. “Really? You think I can’t hold… watch me.” Burning with wrath, with that insane lust.
“Big mouth…”
“Yes, big…” Lashing his tongue on his lips. Tasting himself. “Big…”
Lacing his arms around that soaked back, kissing his breath away.