Tight Quarters (Out of Uniform 6)

“I will. I can forgive you.” Del kissed his forehead. “We were both scared. Not the best at compromise, yet. But I want that, want you to love me.”

“I do. So much.” Their mouths met again, all the need and want and love swirling around them. Eventually, somehow they stumbled to the bed, ended up wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t their usual urgent kissing that led quickly to sex. Instead, this seemed to be more about comfort, giving and taking. Needing skin, they peeled each other’s clothes off until they were both in boxers, huddled under the covers together, kissing and touching and murmuring apologies and promises every so often.

Eventually they’d get to the sex. But this felt so much more important, this reconnection, these precious moments together. He loved this man with everything he had, and he wasn’t going to stop trying to convince him of that, make him feel his love, make him know how cherished he was. He was Spencer’s whole world, and he wasn’t ever letting him go.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Del—and he was Del when he was with Spencer, he really was—wasn’t sure how long they kissed and touched. They might have even dozed a while, so wrapped up in each other that they could drift off and not realize it. And each touch, each kiss, each sigh went a long way to easing the ache inside Del’s chest that he’d been carrying around. Spencer loved him, wasn’t going to reject him again, and they had each other to try to find their way past fear and past insecurities to a future together.

Eventually, heart full of good feelings, his cock finally decided to notice all Spencer’s skin pressed up against his own. He rocked his hips, experimentally, pressing his erection into Spencer’s thigh.

“Damn,” Spencer said in a sleepy whisper. “I totally missed my chance to blow you in your fancy uniform.”

“There will be other chances. Promise.” Del laughed. “But if you’ve still got the urge to blow me...”

“You’re shameless,” Spencer chided.

“Yup.” Del stretched, throwing the covers back. Impatient, he wriggled out of his boxers.

“You’re lucky I love you.” Spencer pushed him down before kissing him right in the middle of his chest.

“I am,” Del said reverently as Spencer kissed a hot trail down his stomach, right to his straining cock. Sometimes Spencer seemed to live to tease him, drive him out of his head with little licks and flutters of the tongue, never taking him deep, but this time he seemed every bit as hungry for it as Del was. His fast, deep rhythm with his free hand doing devilish things to Del’s balls had him on edge far too soon. “Want you to fuck me. You bring stuff?”

“Yep.” Spencer didn’t seem in any hurry to go get it, leisurely licking up and down Del’s shaft before sucking him in again. His tongue lashed Del’s cockhead, making him curse and squirm.

“You’re going to get me off. Been too long. Fuck.”

“Good. You can go again, right?” Spencer raised his head slightly to ask the question.

“Fuck, yes.” Del knew plenty of people who didn’t like being fucked after orgasm, but he loved it, loved how limp and boneless his muscles felt, loved the aftershocks and how sensitive his prostate was, loved coming a second time. Loved how indulged it made him feel, especially with Spencer. It made him feel like the center of Spencer’s attention, like Spencer truly cared for him, wanted to ensure his pleasure. Made him feel taken care of, loved, every bit as much as Spencer’s whispered words had.

His building orgasm felt less like a C-130J readying for takeoff and more like a gentle surge of all the emotion of the past few hours. Spencer sucked hard and continued tormenting his balls, getting him right on the edge.

“Spencer. Fuck. Wanna come.”

Spencer didn’t speak, just took him deeper, humming his approval around Del’s shaft. He was particularly good at using his tongue to milk his cock, making Del feel like he might die if he didn’t come.

“There. There. Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come.”

“Mmm.” Spencer’s agile fingers rubbed against Del’s hole, and that was it, the push that made all that emotion and tension crest and spill over until he was a shuddering mess, calling Spencer’s name as he shot down his throat. He kinda lost track of time, until, still shuddering, he found himself cradled in Spencer’s arms.

“We don’t have to... You can sleep if you need,” Spencer murmured.

“Hell, no. I want you inside me.” He forced himself more awake, not wanting to miss out on this. “Get the lube.”

Spencer retrieved both condoms and lube from his bag and hurried back to the bed.

“Need you to go fast,” he said as he reached for the lube, slicked his hole up while Spencer took care of the condom and lube. Sometime soon they were gonna have a discussion about ditching the condoms, but Del was in too much of a hurry to stop and chat right now. “Need you so much.”