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Spencer met Marty at a wine bar on North Street, assuming he probably didn’t want to hang out anywhere near where he worked. They sat at the bar because it was fairly crowded on a Friday night, which put them close together in a way Spencer found he liked.

He’d never seen Marty outside of the bar, so he realized he had no conception of what he’d looked like in his downtime. He’d walked in in a very soft-looking pink sweater that laced up the back and the tightest jeans Spencer had ever seen.

“Okay, so.”

Marty took a sip of his merlot and turned his whole body toward Spencer, slotting their knees together. “I don’t want to talk about Ian the whole time because we’re here to talk about how hot I am. But I want to know the boundaries.”

Marty’s take-charge attitude went straight to Spencer’s dick. “Mostly what I’d ask for with anyone. Using protection and stuff. And I guess the expectation that this is just casual because I’m already in a relationship. And I would never lie to Ian about anything we do.”

Marty tilted his head appraisingly. “I wouldn’t want you to lie to him.”

“I don’t want you to feel used. I’m doing this because you’re sweet. And hot. And I think we can have fun together.”

Spencer might have gulped his wine.

“Spencer.”

Marty put a hand high enough on Spencer’s thigh that his dick was getting ideas. “Is this your first hookup?”

“God, no.”

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand fairly inelegantly. “It’s just, I barely knew those guys’ names. And this feels . . . different. I want to be kind to you.”

Marty gave him a sympathetic smile. “Well, I know I don’t know you all that well, but my gut tells me you probably were kind to every single one of those guys. It’s a bit of a minefield out there.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Spencer had had his fair share of hookup disasters.

Marty leaned in and smiled. “So, Spence, tell me how you want to be kind to me.”

Spencer swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly very dry. “Want to come to my place?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Spencer paid and led the way to his apartment. Norman was at Cat’s for the night, so it was almost eerily quiet. “Can I get you anything?”

Marty crooked a finger, and Spencer obeyed immediately, slotting his body against Marty’s as he grabbed Spencer’s ass and pulled their hips together. The gaps between the laces of Marty’s sweater allowed Spencer to revel in the warmth of his skin as his fingers followed Marty’s spine.

“Can I kiss you?”

Marty’s laugh was soft and warm against his face. “Yes, please.”

Spencer lowered his lips to Marty’s, gently at first, until Marty slid his tongue into his mouth, and then Spencer was melting, clinging to Marty’s shoulders as he took exactly what he wanted from Spencer with his hands and his lips. Marty seemed to know what he wanted, and at the moment it seemed to be Spencer, and this was what Spencer loved about sex—the yearning, the wanting, the giving and taking, the letting go. So he let himself want and let Marty take.

When they came up for air, Marty looked over his shoulder. “Spencer, is that a mirror?”

Spencer looked as though he didn’t know what he’d find, but there it was, just as it had been since he and Ian had carried it into the apartment. “Yeah, it is.”

“Ooh, this is going to be fun.”

Marty reached up and held Spencer’s face in one hand, the other still on his ass, and kissed him once, short but rough. “Okay, I have an idea. You tell me yes or no.”

That was easy. “Okay.”

Marty’s round cheeks were rosy, and his eyes were bright, his smile so enticing. “I’m going to tell you exactly what I want, and you’re going to give it to me.”

“Yes,”

Spencer said immediately. It could really be that easy, couldn’t it?

Marty’s smile grew wider. “If there’s anything you don’t like, just say.”

Spencer’s nod was automatic. “I will.”

“Good.”

Marty kissed him again, wet and sloppy, then walked him back toward the bed. “I’m going to watch myself ride your cock in this mirror.”

Spencer’s knees went weak, and he sat down on the edge of the mattress.

“But first we have to get rid of all these clothes.”

Marty deftly unbuttoned Spencer’s shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. “Strip me.”

Spencer did, fingers trembling, looking up into Marty’s intense blue eyes, until he was fully naked in front of Spencer. He reached for Marty’s cock, and Marty grabbed his hand midair.

“Ah ah ah. Where’s your lube?”

Right, Marty was in charge of this interaction, and Spencer was just along for the ride, as it were.

“Bedside table.”

Spencer nodded to his left and twisted his hands in his lap, awaiting Marty’s instructions.

Marty must have noticed Spencer fidgeting because he said, “Take your pants off,”

then walked away, and Spencer heard him rummaging through the drawer.

Spencer obeyed as quickly as he could and sat back on the edge of the bed naked. He wanted to touch himself, but Marty hadn’t told him to, so he pressed his hands into the comforter and waited. Marty came back and straddled his lap, knees on the mattress, one hand wrapped around Spencer’s neck, and handed him the lube. “Open me up for your cock.”

Spencer gasped as Marty kissed him again, shifting his hips as Spencer ran slick fingers behind his balls and up the cleft of his ass. Spencer was two fingers deep, Marty riding his hand, when he reached between them, grabbing both of their erections and stroking slowly.

“Just like that, Spence. So good.”

Spencer moaned low into Marty’s mouth and slipped a third finger inside of him.

“And here I thought I wasn’t going to get to know how much you like it. I can’t wait to hear you when you’re inside of me.”

Spencer whimpered, looking up at Marty’s face. His cheeks were even pinker than before, his lips wet, neck muscles straining as Spencer tapped his prostate.

“Let me get you a condom.”

Marty gingerly lowered himself to his feet. “Lie on the bed that way.”

He made a hand motion indicating that Spencer’s head should be near the mirror so Marty would have the best view of himself.

Then he was back, sliding a condom onto Spencer’s dick, lubing him up, and straddling his hips.

“Ready?”

Spencer just nodded, watching Marty as he watched himself in the mirror lowering down onto Spencer. “Fuck,”

Spencer groaned, grasping Marty’s soft hips with his hands. He tried to move, but Marty braced his feet over Spencer’s thighs, pinning them down.

“I’m going to use you until I come. You just stay right there.”

“Okay.”

It was more of a breath than a word.

Marty’s body was so agile as he rode Spencer, hands bracing on his chest. His eyes kept moving between the mirror and Spencer’s face, and he stuck two fingers in Spencer’s mouth as he rolled his hips.

Spencer sucked and moaned at the same time, trying to hold back from coming until Marty got what he wanted. He lifted a hand from Marty’s hip and reached for his cock as it bobbed between them.

“No need for that.”

Marty batted Spencer’s hand away with the hand that had been in his mouth just a second prior. “I’m so close.”

Marty’s hips sped up and lost their rhythm. “I’m going to come all over you, Spence.”

“Please,”

Spencer groaned as Marty cried out, coming in spurts across Spencer’s stomach.

He released his feet and lay his body on top of Spencer’s. “You can come now,”

he whispered in his ear.

Spencer thrust up eagerly, bringing Marty back down onto him with his hands. “Shit.”

He came hard, then all his muscles went lax as his chest heaved under Marty’s.

“Well.”

Marty kissed him, then rolled to the side. “I thought you’d be good, but damn, Spence.”

Spencer laughed. “You did most of the work, so I think you deserve most of the credit.”

Marty hooked a thigh over his hip. “But you’re so very good at following directions.”

He kissed him again. “Do you mind if I go get cleaned up?”

“Not at all. Let me know if you can’t find anything you need.”

Marty slipped into the bathroom, and Spencer took care of the condom in the kitchen trash, then waited his turn to go rinse off. He crawled back into bed, and Marty nestled into the crook of his arm. “I have an alarm set for eight, if that’s okay.”

“No problem.”

Marty’s voice was quiet and sleepy. Soon he was snoring softly in Spencer’s arms.