Tight Quarters (Out of Uniform 6)

He tried not to overanalyze how eager he’d been to see Del. It was more about fairness—Del was always the one making the long drive. The least Spencer could do was meet him halfway occasionally, right?

Last night, they’d both been bushed and ended up with a sleepy, half-dressed late-night dinner in bed and more cuddling rather than any serious fooling around before both succumbing to sleep. And Spencer had to admit, he slept better than he had in a week, and he was a guy who’d never had trouble sleeping before. He’d slept on more cross-country flights than he could count and all manner of weird places chasing a story.

He was just contemplating how to get more sleep time with Del when his screen flashed with a message notification of a new email. Ordinarily, he’d keep typing, but it was from his agent, so he clicked it open. And just like that, the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

Can you send me your phone availability today? I know it’s still early on the west coast. Sent your proposal around to gauge interest. Surprisingly, I’ve got an offer from...

Fuck. Despite his enthusiasm for the project, he’d assumed his agent’s lack of enthusiastic response meant she just didn’t see the market for it. And he’d been decidedly ambivalent about that—he had a soul-deep need to see this through, write this book. He’d had the dedication written to Harry for a year now. However, a small part of him had been...well not relieved, but...content. Okay with things dragging out on the book front. It meant not having to make hard choices yet. The past few months had been...well, idyllic was such a fanciful term, but it fit. Each email and visit from Del made something in his soul sing, gave him a sense of purpose he hadn’t had in years. He should be damn ecstatic at a potential book sale, but instead all he could manage was a crushing sense of dread.

And no two ways about it, if he did this project, everything with Del would change. He needed to—

“What’s got you so serious?” A sleepy Del nudged his side, looking utterly adorable with messed-up hair and squinty eyes.

“Nothing.” He slammed the laptop shut. “Just work.”

“You work too hard.” Del slid a hand under the covers, stroking up Spencer’s bare thigh. “And I fell asleep on you last night...”

“It’s okay. Do you want me to make coffee?” They did not need sex. They needed to talk.

“Nope. Nothing from that coffeemaker is going to be as good as your machine. We can go out. After.” Del gave him an easy smile before diving under the covers.

“Fuck.” All Spencer’s resolve was gone on a single gasp as Del licked up his thigh. He needed to be strong, put a stop to—

“You’re thinking too hard.” Del tossed the covers off. “And it’s been over a week. I’m desperate here. I mean, maybe it hasn’t been that long for you...” Something vulnerable in his eyes made Spencer’s breath catch. They hadn’t ever formally said they were exclusive, but as much as Spencer kept telling himself this was just sex, the way his heart stuttered for this man said otherwise.

“It’s been that long for me. Haven’t seen anyone else since about two months before I was embedded. Just distracted today. Sorry.”

It was worth Spencer’s conflicted soul to see Del’s answering smile. He cared, something he didn’t even try that hard to cover, which Spencer found refreshing. But instead of settling into a state-of-the-relationship talk, he nipped at Spencer’s thighs before licking his balls.

“Well, pay attention to this because I saw this hot-as-fuck porn gif I wanna recreate.”

“Oh?” Despite everything, he was curious. And that curiosity was going to be his undoing, because no way could he say no to Del, not when he trotted out that sort of playful determination.

“Yeah.” Del easily swung his long body around. “It was in sixty-nine position, but the guy on top was getting fingered, not blown.”

“Is that a hint?” Spencer had to laugh because Del had already won, even before he tossed Spencer a bottle of lube that he seemingly conjured up out of thin air.

“You know it. It’ll be fabulous,” he said right before swallowing Spencer deep. And he wasn’t wrong. It was a bit tricky, coordinating his hands while Del was doing his level best to drive Spencer out of his head, but it was worth it, the way Del was moaning around his cock and shamelessly wiggling back onto Spencer’s fingers.

“You love this, don’t you? Ass getting fingered, mouth full of cock?” Spencer knew full well what dirty talk did to Del, and he was rewarded with a low moan.

“Fuck, yes.” Del started a deep rhythm, sucking hard on the upstroke and working his tongue in such a way that he seemed everywhere at once. His balls were dangling right in front of Spencer’s mouth, so he responded by licking at them, which made Del whimper and rock back harder onto Spencer’s fingers. His cock dragged against the top of Spencer’s chest, and Spencer wouldn’t be too surprised if he came untouched—he’d come close to coming just from prostate play a few times, which was hot as hell to watch, waiting until the last second to give him his hand or mouth to send him over the edge.