Chapter 10
Next day, Spencer didn’t call him at all, and Duncan spent the day working out in their gym, and then in some meetings with Martin and the others.
Wondering if Spencer would call him to go out, but evening came, the sun setting and his phone stayed stubbornly dark.
Sitting on the sofa, he watched that dark screen, musing a bit that none of his friends had called…
friends… he wasn’t even sure anymore if they had been, mainly gravitating around Trent…
Fucking Trent… this is fucked up. Raking his hair back, he rubbed his palms down his face, being alone in that semi-dark not a great idea, as it always conjured his demons.
He shifted a bit, to ease the pressure on his scars.
Fuck… Maybe eat something… He stood and flicked on the kitchen lights, opening the fridge. Leftover pasta… perfect.
Turning to that timid knock on the door. Shit. Surely not… His heart had started rushing though. He walked there and opened, cautious, ready to push him back, but Spencer just stood there, at ease, wearing his silk outfit, the red one.
His dark eyes above his smile. “May I come in?”
Duncan glanced behind him.
Spencer smiled, mocking. “They’re used to me roaming… so… but lingering outside…?”
Duncan just let him in, fast. Almost expecting Spencer would jump into his arms but he just walked to the sofa and kicked his shoes off, curling up on it.
“I drank but not enough to be drunk. And I smoked but not much.”
“And?” His blood in flames.
Spencer just met his eyes, those sharp lips into his small smile. “And… maybe there’s hope you’d be willing to fuck?”
Duncan walked closer but stopped at a safe distant. “Just… what exactly is this?”
“This?”
“You… showing up here at random and…”
“Wanting to fuck? It’s precisely that.”
“Oh, nice… and what if I don’t want to fuck?”
Spencer scoffed. “Don’t lie.”
Duncan pointed a finger at him. “Because you think you’re so fucking irresistible?”
“I do…” He had poked the tip of his tongue between his lips; his dark eyes filled with that dangerous light.
Duncan turned towards the kitchen. “Well, you’re not. I was about to have dinner, so if you…” Shutting up when that warm body wrapped on his back, his hands sliding on his chest, squeezing.
His breath in his neck. “If I…?”
“… would like to join…” Shutting his eyes at Spencer’s lips wrapping on his pulse, his hands gliding down his body to his cock. Squeezing.
“Can it wait…. Dinner…?”
“We shouldn’t be fucking doing this…”
“Send me away then.” A tiny smile in that warm voice gliding down Duncan’s skin like wild fire.
Shit… I should too… but instead he peeled Spencer’s hands off his body and turned.
Turned straight into a kiss as Spencer grabbed his face.
Blending together, their hands finding their bodies, hard.
Fingers tearing at clothes to find skin and flesh.
Pulling them off, as they waltzed to the sofa where Spencer just fell back and dragged Duncan on top of him.
Kissing, wide, their clothes gone, those raging erections trapped together between their abs.
Duncan looked into those feral eyes. “The bed?”
“Too far…” Locking his lips on his, wild, a primal urge there Spencer had never known, not with his girlfriends, ever, or his occasional kissing and petting partners.
Panting softly, they pressed their foreheads together to calm a bit, maybe trying to think.
Send him away. Now. But Spencer felt too good under him, too damn good, his legs laced around his waist. Duncan just kissed him again, rocking his hips against him, pushing him into the sofa with each thrust. Their cocks gliding on each other, trapped between them, their precum just making it even easier to slide, skin on skin, warm.
Spencer blinked up at him, lost in that mounting pleasure. “We don’t fuck?”
“We do…” Duncan stroked Spencer’s hair back. “I won’t ram your ass dry… If you don’t mind…”
“So…” Floating a bit on his thrusts, he tightened his legs around Duncan’s waist, lost a bit in his eyes too. Their lips, close, but they didn’t touch, just hovering, breathing softly as they rocked in each other’s arms.
Spencer was lucid enough to have that mounting panic at how it made him feel, to be under that man, to feel his pleasure soar like a golden tide, lap at his throat.
Fuck… knowing he would cry, maybe, something unacceptable a second time, he buried his face in Duncan’s neck.
Maybe a bigger trap than staying in his eyes, because that warm spot was filled with his scent, his sweat, and Spencer just licked at it, gently, wanting to taste him, keep that scent on his tongue.
Whining softly, he clung to him, knowing he was close, his teeth sank softly at the base of his neck in that thick muscle. Clenching,
Duncan hissed, but rode that sharp pain, rode Spencer until he came, pulsing between them, that warm cum sending him over the edge too.
Sliding on that slicked up skin, in that strong smell of cum and sweat, he let Spencer wedge his teeth in his skin and flesh, suck softly as he moaned, floating on those soft waves.
Spencer licked at that murdered skin, and held Duncan tight, not wanting him to move, lose his warmth.
Duncan just kept his weight on his elbows, a bit scared he would crush him into that soft sofa. Feeling him breathe softly, his tongue dancing on his skin. He stroked Spencer’s face gently to get his eyes, get him out of his hiding. Meeting those dark eyes filled with a foreign light.
Duncan risked a smile. “We could… move to the bedroom?”
“You said something about dinner.”
“It’s just leftover pasta.”
Spencer smirked. “Order something for two.”
“I’m supposed to be alone here…”
Spencer grinned. “You’re a big man, muscles, and all, they won’t care if you eat for two… and let’s eat in the bedroom then.”
Duncan pushed himself up and sat. “Alright…”
Spencer stayed sprawled on the sofa in all his naked glory, their cum smeared on his abs, glistening in his dark pubic hair. “Can I stay for the night?”
Duncan glanced up from his phone. “Do you want to stay?”
Spencer grinned his beating heart away. “If we fuck…?”
“We’ll fuck.” Putting the phone down, he took Spencer’s foot in his hands, rolling his thumbs on his arch.
Spencer’s eyes went a bit wide but then that warmth rushed down his leg. He moaned, unable to hold back.
Duncan smiled, massaging his foot. “Feels good?” Biting off how he thought nobody had ever done this to Spencer, not unless he went to a massage parlour.
Spencer laughed it off. His tears which had lined up to spill like silly little fools. “Heels can be killers…” Trying to not even look at that man, his strong hands kneading his calf. He felt like floating after a while, floating when Duncan switched his foot, his leg.
He glanced at him. “You don’t tire?”
Duncan grinned, massaging those lean muscles. “No.”
“Perks of muscles.”
“And keeping to a task.”
“Oh, so this is a task?” Teasing a bit.
Duncan looked at him. “Not just a task… it’s something I wanted to do for you. You know, stuff you do because it feels good to the other?”
Spencer smiled, bitter. “Like I would know.”
“You wouldn’t, selfish little shit.” His eyes smiled.
Spencer almost let that mounting wrath through. Almost. But the way he’d said it, drenched in affection, made him stop. “Selfish little shit?”
Duncan put his leg down. “Sometimes…”
Spencer sat up to face him. “You may be right…” Going on his knees, he leant his hands against Duncan’s chest, pushing him back against the sofa’s back. “Does the selfish little shit deserve a kiss?”
“Maybe…” But Duncan let Spencer seals his lips, unable to resist. Soft, so soft… he pushed his hands in his silk locks, pulling him closer, opening wider. Moaning, both of them as Spencer climbed in his lap. Grinding.
Duncan broke it, his voice, barely there. “The food…”
“Is not here yet… we have time…” Kissing, letting Duncan’s hands glide on his hips, smiling into the kiss when he felt his grip tighten. Spencer cupped his face not to lose his mouth; to feel his jaw move, his fingers spread on his cheeks, his bones. Eating him up.
His hands glided down to Duncan’s chest, grazing those jagged scars on it. Spencer leant away a bit to breathe, to see them better, that large one just under his collarbone at the junction of his left chest and shoulder. A jagged star, the skin hard and wrinkled.
His eyes met Duncan’s silent eyes. “What are these?”
“Scars…”
“You got them in battle?”
Duncan pulled a face. “Yeah… “
Spencer’s fingers traced that jagged skin. “It hurts?”
He was lost under his touch, sending shivers down his body. Every scar a reminder of what he had lived. The memories pouring to the light under Spencer’s fingers. “Not anymore…”
Spencer’s eyes hardened. “War is shit.”
Duncan stroked his lush hair back, gliding his hand down Spencer’s cheek. “Tell me about it…”
Spencer leant into his touch, his dark eyes unreadable. “Are you fucked up?”
Duncan’s lips parted. He took a moment to reply. “Maybe…”
Spencer’s hands glided behind his neck. “I am too…”
Duncan smiled, bitter. “What a match…”