He nodded slowly. “That’s probably a good idea.”
Taking his hand, I led him up the stairs and into his room. We didn’t bother with showers or brushing our teeth, we simply stripped to our underwear and got into bed. He slid over to me and put his head on my chest, my arms instinctively wrapped around him. His breaths were steady but I could feel his eyelashes every time he blinked. After a long silence, I said, “Can I answer your question?”
He waited.
“I believe in fate. I believe there was good reason my family, my parents mostly, disowned me. I got to spend some great years with my Aunt Marvie, who was the kindest woman I’d ever met. I’d like to think I made the last few years of her life happy ones. Yes, she gave me money, but I’d give it all back for one more day with her. I came here to LA, I met Lola and Emilio, and they’re the best friends a guy could ask for. And I met you.” My heart was just about to burst, but I had to say this. “This is the life I was supposed to live. Here, right now, in your bed with you.”
Andrew leaned up and looked me right in the eyes. “Spencer,” he whispered. He put his hand to my face and kissed me, soft and warm, with a gentle swipe of his tongue. When he pulled his mouth from mine, he rested his forehead on my cheek and fell back against me.
I rolled onto my side a little, keeping him right where he was, his face firmly planted in the crook of my neck, and we fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I woke up when Andrew got out of bed. “Mm mm,” I grumbled. “Come back.” I must have been spooning him, because I missed the warmth down my entire front when he was gone.
He chuckled. “Some of us have to work,” he said, as he walked toward his bathroom.
“I work,” I objected, sleepily. “Kind of.”
I heard the shower start a moment later and rolled onto my back. His bed really was the most comfortable bed in the world. My hand naturally went to my dick to give my morning wood a squeeze. One thing I knew for certain, my body liked waking up spooning Andrew.
My heart didn’t mind it either.
Despite how the night took a nosedive, I was pretty sure we’d be okay.
And then my sleep addled brain caught up…
Andrew was naked in the next room, wet and soapy…
I got out of bed, and seeing he’d left the door ajar, I knocked before cautiously walking in. “Any objections to company?”
He had a headful of shampoo, but that’s not where my eyes were drawn. His dick was full and hanging heavily. I swallowed hard, and my cock filled at the sight of him. He laughed at me. “No objections at all. But I have to leave in twenty minutes. I already missed the gym.”
I pulled my underpants off, freeing my eager and already-leaking erection. “Really?”
“Yes, I woke up in time, but there was a hot guy in my bed with his arms around me and his beard pressed against the back of my ear.”
I stepped into the shower, and he never took his eyes from mine. His self-control really was rather impressive. I scratched my beard. “You like it?”
“I love it,” he whispered.
I stood in front of him. Steam filled the space between us, and I remembered what he said. “Twenty minutes, huh?”
He could either read minds or there was something in my tone because he smiled. “Before I have to leave. Not twenty minutes shower time.”
I dropped to my knees. “I won’t be long.”
He groaned even before I’d taken him into my mouth. His fingers gripped my hair and he guided me to how he liked it. Which was deep and thoroughly, apparently. I never really had him pegged as the skull-fucking type, but he was right into it, and in just a few minutes, he came down my throat. He pulled out of my mouth and yanked my head back by my hair, only to plant his mouth on mine. Then he lifted me to my feet and went to his knees where he returned the favour. I’d like to think I lasted longer than him, but I doubt I did. He left me slumped against the tiles, happily seeing stars in the steam, and incapable of coherent thought.
Then he shut the water off and threw a towel at me with a laugh. “You alive in there?”
“Mmm, barely.” I dried myself off and put the towel over my head, drying my hair in a sawing motion, leaving it sticking up in every direction.
Andrew was at the basin, towel around his waist, brushing his teeth, and he chuckled at me. “That’s a good look,” he mumbled around his toothbrush.