Page 46 of Burn It Down

We didn’t have some great big talk about what this all means or what we’re doing, and I’m more than okay with that. I meant everything I said to him, I have no intention of ever letting this end. But I also know we don’t always get a say in the way things go.

I’m just going to take every single second I can get.

I gripSpencer’s hips with both hands as his body moves rhythmically, his ass swallowing my cock each time he lowers himself down. We’re both naked and on his bed. He’s already given me a teasing blowjob, where he showed me I have a lot to learn—I’m up for the challenge, by the way—and nearly made me come my brains out with my cock pushed to the very back of his throat. He then pulled off right before I could come, slid a condom onto my dick, and climbed up my body.

He didn’t let me prep him, but he did push some lube into his ass before he started to ride me. His hands are braced on my chest, and I feel like I’m going to explode at any minute. But just as I’m about to come, he slows his movements yet again.

He leans down and licks my neck, eliciting a hearty moan from me as my cock stays fully seated inside him, his ass squeezing around my shaft. “Spence,” I pant.

“I know, but I don’t want it to end,” he says, licking his way up to my mouth. I remove one hand from his hip and grip the back of his hair, holding him to me as I kiss him hard. He pulls back enough to allow me to push up and into him, hitting him deep and making him cry out in pleasure.

He sits back up, riding me again, his back bowed and his cock bobbing in front of him. The view is serene. I reach for him, using the lube still on my hand from when I put the condom on to stroke him, testing out the speed and grip, watching him and finding out exactly how he likes it.

“Yes, Kade. Yes.” His movements are faster and faster as the tight vice of his ass squeezes me and makes my balls ache for release. Thankfully, his cock starts to pulse in my hand, sticky cum spraying us both and dribbling down my hand as he continues to move his hips, and I thrust up into him, my release creeping up on me, and finally, I let go.

It feels like a while before we come down, and I want to stay inside him forever. But unfortunately, when my cock starts to soften, it slips out of him. I curse the fact that I’m wearing a condom, wanting my cum to stay inside him.

My hand smooths down his back to his ass, and I’m careful as I slide my finger down his crease to his hole. He doesn’t protest when I tease him with the pad of my finger and push it gently inside. It’s still wet with lube, but sadly not my cum. “Mmm,” he says as he lies against my chest.

“We should get tested,” he says, andhmm, maybe he can read minds.

“You want that?”

He nods against my bare chest. “I’m all-in on this, Kade. I don’t know how long of a future we have, but I know I want all of you while I have you.”

It breaks my heart to hear him talking like we have an end date, but I just remove my finger and use both hands to hold his body to mine. “I’ll get tested next day I have off.”

“I can go after school sometime.”

I smile. He sounds sleepy, but not in a hurry to leave my arms, so I just hold onto him.

“It seemed like Bowen had a good time at the party. Did he go trick-or-treating with you all?”

I smile because yes—of course he did. And again, I think, somehow, he wound up having even more fun than my six-year-old. We also got to video call Tori as soon as we got home, so she got to see Elijah’s candy haul.

“Yeah. He loves Halloween.”

He props his chin up on his hands to look at me. “What about you?”

“Yeah. Not nearly as much as Bowen, but I always liked it. My older sister used to take us trick-or-treating. Poor woman.”

He smiles. “I don’t remember her well, but from what I do remember, I don’t think she minded.”

“She had to do a lot for us.” I frown, and he brings one hand up to pull the right side of my lips up into a half smile, which makes me fully smile.

He chuckles and then tucks his hand back under his chin, just camped out on my chest. I hope he never moves. “Again, I don’t think she minded.”

“It wasn’t fair though, you know? Having an alcoholic for a mother and deadbeat father. It just wasn’t fair that she had to take on the role of an adult so young. Bowen and I... we still got a childhood. She didn’t.”

He frowns sadly now, and I hate that I made the conversation so heavy. “Tell me about your mom?”

He says it like a question, and I know if I said no, he’d drop it, but it’s actually kind of nice to get to talk about it. “I’m notreally sure why she had us, if I’m being honest. Tori said she remembers our dad and her being in love—so in love, it was gross—but then, things changed, and by the time I came around, they were just done.”

“It’s crazy how quickly love can change,” he says out loud, but it’s almost as if he’s saying it to himself.

“I never wanted to have friends over. I was always embarrassed because the house was usually a mess, and my mom—” It hurts to think about the memories, but I push on. “I just never knew what version of her I was going to get. Sometimes she’d drink and be so damn happy and fun. But other times she’d drink and just turn angry.”

“What about Megan?” He surprises me by bringing up my wife. I think most people would prefer to not bring up their lover’s pasts, but Spencer isn’t most people.

---