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Spencer put his empty wineglass on the bath caddy and pushed it as far back as he could with Ian in his lap. “I’m just saying. We could put a little niche right here.”

He tapped the wall next to the tub with one finger. “Just big enough for a few glasses.”

He could feel Ian shaking with laughter between his outstretched legs. “Absolutely not. I just paid you and Cat an absurd amount of money to tear this place up and put it back together. No more.”

His hair tickled Spencer’s nose, smelling like the milk-and-honey shampoo they both used now.

“What about a little side table right over here?”

Spencer motioned over the lip of the tub toward the bath mat.

“How long do you think it would take Norman to knock that over? Three seconds? Five?”

He danced his fingertips over the backs of Spencer’s knees, a part of Spencer’s body Spencer had quickly come to think of as Ian’s because no one else had ever touched him there. “Give it up, sweetheart. The bath caddy stays.”

“Fine. But I refuse to enjoy it.”

“A reasonable compromise.”

Ian leaned back and tilted his face up, and Spencer kissed him knowing that he’d give this man however many bath caddies he wanted.

The press of Ian’s wet body against him, the taste of sweat and wine on his lips, the languid way his tongue was probing Spencer’s mouth was starting to get Spencer hard, and he shifted a little to make himself more comfortable. Ian shifted back, rubbing his ass against Spencer’s cock, and threaded his fingers through Spencer’s hair to keep their faces pressed together as though Spencer wanted to be anywhere but sinking into his boyfriend’s perfect mouth.

“Spencer.”

“Hmm?”

“Turn around.”

Ian slipped away from Spencer and started draining the tub. Spencer had no idea what Ian had planned, but he maneuvered himself so he was on his knees, hands braced against the lip of the porcelain. He heard Ian close the stopper again when the tub was about halfway full.

Then Ian’s hands were running up his back, eased by water and residual bubbles, and Spencer fought a shudder. “Do you know where Norman is?”

He looked up at the open door of the bathroom. “Probably in his room.”

Because, yes, they were giant fucking saps who’d dedicated one of the spare bedrooms to their dog.

“Mmm,”

Ian agreed, covering Spencer’s body with his own and trailing kisses down his neck.

Spencer pressed himself back to feel Ian’s hardening cock between them. This tub wasn’t really big enough for two grown men to be doing this, but they’d certainly given it their best effort a few times. He felt Ian’s hands knead into his ass before he licked firmly at Spencer’s hole.

Spencer moaned loudly, and it reverberated off the tile walls and floor. Fuck, this never failed to bring him to his knees. The water rippled around them as Ian moved.

Ian’s hands stayed on his ass cheeks while his tongue thrust into Spencer. “Oh, holy fuck.”

Spencer clutched the edge of the tub like his life depended on it. Every muscle in his body was strung tight. Ian hummed gently before his finger joined his tongue, and Spencer bucked back involuntarily, chasing the sensation and mumbling all sorts of nonsense not even he understood. “Ian, baby, please,”

he whimpered.

He heard Ian’s chuckle like it was faraway. “Please what?”

“Please anything. I need you.”

He felt Ian pull away and then a hand pressing into his hip, urging him to roll over. “You have me.”

Ian straddled Spencer’s thighs, looking down at him, eyes wide and sparkling, mouth swollen and wet. He was achingly hard.

Spencer reached up and wiped the spit off his chin, then pulled him down to kiss him.

“There are so many things I want to do to you. I can’t decide.”

Spencer slid his hands down Ian’s back to his ass and ground against him so their cocks were rubbing together. “Fuck, Ian,”

he groaned. Spencer had learned the way Ian’s name sounded at every stage of his arousal, and he loved them all. The soft whisper of it when Ian first touched him, the deep rumble when he was too turned on for sense, the high, sharp sound of it when he came.

Spencer wrapped his hand around both their cocks, the water easing the way just enough.

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,”

Ian breathed into his neck.

“Let’s take care of each other.”

Spencer wrapped his legs around Ian’s back and let Ian set the rhythm, bracketing his hands around Ian’s neck while Ian ground their hips together. Ian had one hand under Spencer’s ass, guiding him just the way he wanted him, and the other braced against the tub next to Spencer’s head for leverage.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Spencer.”

A plaintive sound escaped Spencer’s throat as he started thrusting harder, chasing his orgasm against Ian’s body. It was a good thing he’d designed this space as a wet room because water was sloshing over the edge of the tub, and he didn’t give a solitary fuck. “Baby,”

he pleaded for absolutely no reason. Ian was giving him everything he wanted.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Come.”

Spencer gripped Ian’s hips with his thighs as his body shuddered in his arms. “Holy shit.”

He kissed Ian hard, pressing his face between his hands before dropping one between their bodies to grab Ian’s stiff cock. Ian thrust into his fist wildly. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

He heard Ian’s gasp of pleasure buried in his collarbone and felt the arm supporting his weight tremble.

They lay there panting, Ian’s face buried in Spencer’s neck, until Ian sat back on his heels, fingers tracing patterns over Spencer’s thighs. “I really worked you up over that bath caddy, huh?”

Ian threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing joyously around the room. “I just wanted to fuck you one last time before your family gets here.”

“You don’t want to fuck me with my parents sleeping downstairs?”

Ian bit his lip and looked at him earnestly. “Spencer, I wouldn’t fuck you with your parents within a mile of this house.”

In the past, that would have made Spencer self-conscious, afraid that Ian was embarrassed by him. But now he knew Ian meant that he didn’t want Spencer’s parents to know how much he liked pulling those sounds out of Spencer. And frankly, Spencer didn’t think they needed to know any of that about either of them.

“That’s probably for the best. Do you think we’ll make it a whole week, though?”

Ian rolled his eyes. “I think we’ll summon the emotional fortitude.”

He reached for the edge of the tub again, bracketing Spencer’s head and looming over him, then dipping his head down to kiss Spencer’s cheek. “Are you nervous?”

“A little, yeah. But I also know that no matter what happens, I have a life, and a home, and people who care about me who are pretty great.”

He took Ian’s face between his hands and kissed him like he was his home. Because he was.

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