Chapter 7 Spencer
CHAPTER SEVEN
SPENCER
“Be cool today,” I say to Jake as we cruise through campus on our way to pick up Tate and Daija for the aquarium.
The Jeep is freshly detailed, and all my rubber ducks are in a row on the shiny dashboard. It’s a thing for Jeep owners, and I take pride in each and every duck. My friends get me one any chance they get, and I’m especially fond of the pink princess duck from Tate.
“Bro. I’m always cool,” Jake says defensively.
I snort, remembering that time he tried to impress a house full of sorority girls by jumping off their second-story balcony and into the pool. He barely made it, and now he’s banned from all Zeta Phi parties. Indefinitely.
“I’m not gonna mess this up,” he mutters.
I glance over, noting the unusual seriousness in his features. “You really like her, huh?”
“Of course, man. She’s legit the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my whole entire life. Inside and out.”
“Damn, bro,” I say in awe. That’s fucking deep as hell for Jake. “Have you told her that?”
“Uh. No. I don’t wanna come off too strong or stalkery like Shane.”
I laugh, but in the end, you have to do whatever it takes to protect the people you care about, so I don’t really blame Shane one damn bit for stalking Toby on his dates.
“You gotta find a way to tell her,” I insist, focusing my thoughts back on the issue at hand.
“I’ll think about it,” he murmurs, staring out the window and essentially ending the conversation.
The rest of the drive is silent as we both contemplate the upcoming group date and what it actually means. I finally turn into Tate and Daija’s apartment complex and park right by their building. We hop out and jog up to the front door, ringing the doorbell like gentlemen.
“Hey, guys!” Daija greets us with an excited smile, ushering Jake and me inside. She’s wearing a short, flowy skirt and a crop top with a soft white cardigan.
“Wow. You look beautiful, Daij,” Jake says in awe.
I don’t catch any more of their conversation because the moment I step into the living room, my gaze locks on Tate in his tiny Bermuda shorts and tight little tank top. His nails match the baby-blue stripes in it, and his curls are perfect ringlets.
“Like what you see?” he murmurs low enough that the others can’t hear.
“You know I do,” I growl under my breath, unable to tear my eyes away from him. I step forward, whispering into his ear, “And I can’t stop thinking about your mouth.”
Tate shudders against me. “Oh yeah, big boy?”
“Mhm.”
“Well, I can’t stop thinking about your massive cock filling my other hole.”
“I . . .” I swallow thickly.
Jesus Christ.
Lost for words, I nearly choke on my spit. I’m not some blushing virgin, but I can feel the warmth in my face, and Tate just snickers, knowing he’s got me right where he wants me.
The thought of Tate teaching me exactly what he likes, and how I can be a good top for him, has my dick thickening in my pants.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he whispers, letting the back of his hand graze against my semi-hard cock. “Stretching me and filling me up. Hmm?”
“Fuck. Yes. Very much,” I murmur, trying to cover my semi while glancing over my shoulder to make sure Jake and Daija are still lost in their own conversation.
Tate laughs lightly, resting his delicate hand against my chest and peering up at me. “Later, baby. And don’t worry, I’ll take really good care of you.”
He struts around me and crosses the living room, throwing his arms around Jake and Daija while squeezing his way in between them. “Ready to hit the road, everyone?” he asks before peering over his shoulder and giving me a devilish wink.
Tate Sinclair is trouble.
Taking a deep breath, I try to think about anything except his tight little body and lack of gag reflex. Willing my chub away, I follow my friends out the front door, unlocking my Jeep as I go.
I type the aquarium address into my phone and start my Spotify playlist, intent on drowning out the dirty thoughts in my head and the temptation in my backseat.
The drive is only half an hour long, and before we know it, I pull up to a huge, colorful building with giant sea creatures painted on the walls.
We park decently close, and I show the kid at the entrance the digital tickets on my phone. Jake sent me half the cost before we left our place, so it’s all covered.
“Such gentlemen. Thank you,” Daija says sweetly.
“Yeah. Thanks, big boy,” Tate whispers to me, placing his soft hand on my forearm and sending chills down my spine.
We walk through the front gate and step off to the side near the main gift shop.
“Where should we go first?” Daija asks.
I peer down at the map, thinking it makes sense to walk in a loop. “Looks like the penguins are this way,” I suggest, pointing to a dark hallway to the right with tanks lining the inside.
“Oooh! There’s jellyfish along the way!” Daija hooks her arm through Tate’s, and they skip ahead, leaving Jake and me to bring up the rear.
When we enter the black tunnel, I stare in awe at all of the different jellyfish in colorfully lit tanks that make them glow in the dark.
“Whoa. This is sick,” Jake murmurs.
“It is,” I agree, walking slowly to admire the fascinating creatures.
“They’re mesmerizing,” Tate adds. “Almost like they’re dancing in slow motion.”
I watch Tate admire the jellyfish, my pulse spiking for no reason. He glances back with a smirk, catching me staring.
“Look at these poor little ones that live upside down on the bottom,” Daija says, sounding so sad as she peers into a small, free-standing tank.
I walk over to check them out, reading the sign to understand what’s going on.
Jake puts his arm around her, and she sinks into him. “It says here that’s just what they do, Daij. Don’t feel too bad for them, they don’t even know they exist.”
“Jake! That’s even sadder,” she chastises.
He looks to me for help, but I just shrug, glancing around to see where Tate slipped off to. A flash of blond between two cylindrical tanks catches my eye, and I follow him to the dark corner of the exhibit. I grab his hand, gently yanking him to my body and cornering him against the wall.
“Come back to my place after this,” I whisper. “Can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier.”
“I don’t usually fuck my friends,” he murmurs coyly instead of saying yes.
Disappointment stabs me in the gut, and I’m so fucking lucky that the feeling doesn’t last long.
“But I’m willing to make an exception because I’m dying to take that cock for a ride, honey. I just know you’ll stretch me so good,” he purrs, slipping a hand under my T-shirt and stroking my lower abdomen and the light trail of hair there.
His filthy, shameless words and teasing touch send a zap of arousal straight to my dick. My balls ache with the need to come. I lean down and kiss him deeply, sucking on his bottom lip and tugging it between my teeth.
“Mmm,” he moans, and we both forget where we are for a moment, until we open our eyes and realize we’ve drifted right next to a neon pink tank. “Hey, you little cockblock,” Tate laughs quietly, as a jellyfish with long, wispy tentacles swims by.
“Let’s go before we get caught by a human next,” I chuckle, offering my arm to him. “We can pick this up later. At my place.”
“I’m holding you to it, big boy,” Tate murmurs before slipping his arm out of mine and strutting away.
He knows what he’s doing, swaying those hips like that. My eyes go straight to his ass, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I follow him through the jellyfish tunnel, catching up to everyone at the beginning of the penguin exhibit.
“Oh my goodness, they’re adorable,” Tate coos as soon as we spot the little birds waddling across their habitat.
They have a small pool surrounded by cliffs and hidden caves, and there’s a tunnel visitors can crawl through to pop up in a plastic bubble in the middle of the exhibit. I just know Tate is going to go straight for it.
Sure enough, he and Daija crawl through the tunnel, popping up for a photo opportunity surrounded by a half dozen penguins.
They come crawling out of the other end, laughing hysterically. Jake holds a hand out for Daija, and I grab Tate under the arm, lifting him to his feet.
“That was so cool!” Daija exclaims.
“It really was,” Tate agrees with her, a huge, carefree smile on his face.
“Having a good time?” I ask, my eyes devouring his body of their own accord. The aquarium is fun, but I cannot wait for later.
“Yeah. Are you?” he breathes out, stepping closer as if he’s naturally drawn to me.
“The best,” I murmur.
“Daij and I are gonna visit the penguin gift shop real quick,” Jake announces before the two of them walk off, breaking the spell we were under.
We follow after our friends, and Tate picks out a stuffed rainbow penguin that I insist on buying for him. Jake gets Daija the same one in pink.
After the penguin exhibit, we walk through an underwater tunnel surrounded by sharks, stingrays, and other giant marine life.
“Whoa. This is so cool,” Tate says in awe, looking all around.
The pure excitement on his face makes me smile. It really is amazing, and seeing how happy he is makes it all the better.
“Oh my God, look at the little face on that one!” he coos, pointing up at the extremely strange-looking creature that could kill you with one swipe of its nose.
“That’s a sawfish,” Jake says, reading the sign.
Tate and I pause for a selfie, and then take one of Jake and Daija before a sweet old lady offers to get a group shot for us.
“Oh. This is definitely going on the mantel next to the roller coaster masterpiece with Shane and Toby,” Jake says gleefully.
Daija laughs out loud, grabbing onto Jake’s arm and making him grin from ear to ear.
We stop at a drink stand next and grab iced coffees before we take a seat by a giant tank filled with tropical fish.
“I love it here,” Tate says quietly, his plump lips wrapping around the straw tightly while he sucks, gulping down a third of his coffee in one go.