Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun hadn't yet breached the horizon, and the house was bathed in the soft, gray light of dawn. Dylan's alarm hadn't even chirped yet, but his body was already humming with anticipation. He reached out, tracing the curve of Spencer's hip, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the thin sheet. Spencer stirred, a soft moan escaping his lips as Dylan's hand slipped lower, caressing the firm swell of his ass.
"Mmm, is it morning already?" Spencer murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. He rolled onto his back, his cock tenting the sheet.
Dylan chuckled, "Not quite morning, but I've got something here that's wide awake." He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Spencer's boxers, pulling them down to reveal his hardening cock. Spencer's gaze met Dylan's, a mischievous glint in his green eyes.
"Well, we can't have that going to waste," he said, pushing the sheet aside and straddling Dylan's hips. Dylan groaned as Spencer's hot, wet mouth enveloped his cock, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head.
He bucked his hips, fucking Spencer's mouth, his grip tightening in Spencer's blonde hair. Spencer took him deep, his throat convulsing around Dylan's shaft, making him see stars.
"Fuck, Spence, that feels so fucking good," Dylan panted, his voice ragged. Spencer looked up at him, his green eyes sparkling with mischief, before taking him all the way to the hilt again, his nose buried in Dylan's dark curls.
Spencer pulled back, sucking hard as he released Dylan's cock with a pop.
"I want you to fuck me, Dylan," he said, his voice low and husky. Dylan growled, flipping Spencer onto his back and settling between his thighs. He ran his hands up Spencer's legs, pushing them back and exposing his hole. Spencer gasped, his cock leaking onto his stomach as Dylan leaned down, his breath hot on Spencer's skin.
"I'm gonna eat this sweet little ass until you're begging for my cock," Dylan said, his voice a low rumble. Spencer moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as Dylan's tongue found his hole, circling it, teasing it.
Suddenly their bedroom door swung open.
Spencer and Dylan both turned their heads to see Tyler standing in the doorway, his eyes wide with surprise and something else - was that lust? Their eyes locked for a moment before Tyler quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing red.
"Shit, I'm sorry," Tyler stammered, "I didn't mean to interrupt. I was just looking for the bathroom."
Dylan, still kneeling between Spencer's legs, chuckled, "No worries, mate. It's just down the hall on the left." He glanced back at Spencer, who was now covering himself with the sheet, his face flushed.
"You could've knocked, you know," Spencer said, his voice laced with irritation.
Tyler ran a hand through his dark hair, looking apologetic. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting... I mean, I didn't know you guys were... uh... busy."
Dylan, still naked and uncaring, stood up, his cock glistening with spit and pre-cum. "Well, now you do. And since you're here, why don't you join us?
Dylan's eyes flicked over Tyler's body, taking in the way his jeans hugged his thighs and the bulge at his crotch. He wondered what Tyler's cock looked like, if it was as thick and long as he imagined. Spencer shot Dylan a sharp look, pulling the sheet tighter around him. "Dylan, what are you doing?" he hissed.
Dylan just grinned, turning back to Tyler. "Seriously, man. It's just the three of us here. No need to be shy." He reached out, placing a hand on Tyler's chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath his touch.
"Come on, Tyler. Don't tell me you're not curious. I've seen the way you look at us." Tyler's eyes flashed, and for a moment, Dylan thought he might push him away. But then, Tyler's hand covered Dylan's, pressing it harder against his chest.
"Fuck, Dylan," Tyler growled, "You're playing with fire." Dylan just smirked, feeling the heat between them. "I like it hot, Tyler. And I think you do too." Spencer was watching them, his eyes wide, the sheet still clutched to his chest.
"Absolutely not!" Spencer huffed, "Get the fuck out Tyler. I've got to speak with my husband." Spencer's voice snapped Dylan out of his heated gaze with Tyler. He turned to Spencer, who was now sitting up, the sheet pooled around his waist, his green eyes blazing with anger. Dylan knew that look. Spencer was pissed, and he was about to get an earful.
"Tyler, give us a moment, would you?" Dylan requested, turning back to the younger man. Tyler nodded, his eyes still smoldering, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
"What the hell, Dylan?" Spencer hissed as soon as they were alone. "We're married.
I thought we had an understanding about this shit, Dylan," Spencer said, his voice low and dangerous. Dylan sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew Spencer was right, but seeing Tyler standing there, with those intense eyes and that fucking gorgeous body, had made his brain short-circuit.
"Look, Spence, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It won't happen again," Dylan said, trying to placate his husband. Spencer's eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Damn right it won't.
I'm not sharing you, Dylan. Not with our fucking houseguest," Spencer snapped, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dylan sighed, sitting down on the bed beside Spencer. He reached out, placing a hand on Spencer's arm. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you. It was just... a momentary lapse in judgment." Spencer didn't say anything, just stared at Dylan with those intense green eyes. Dylan could see the hurt and anger in them, and it made his gut twist.
"Come on, Spence. You know I love you. Only you.
Always you," Dylan said, his voice soft and sincere. Spencer's gaze softened, and he sighed, leaning into Dylan's touch. "I know, Dylan. I just... I don't want to share you. Not with anyone." Dylan nodded, understanding perfectly. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Spencer's lips. "You don't have to. I promise." Spencer kissed him back, his arms wrapping around Dylan's neck, pulling him closer. The tension between them dissipated, replaced by the familiar heat of their love.
Dylan's hand slipped under the sheet, finding Spencer's cock already hard and leaking.
Spencer moaned into Dylan's mouth, his hips bucking as Dylan's fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him slowly. Dylan pushed Spencer back onto the bed, the sheet falling away, revealing his naked body. Dylan's eyes roamed over Spencer's slender frame, his gaze lingering on his cock, hard and ready.
"Fuck, Spence, you're so fucking hot," Dylan growled, his voice laced with desire. Spencer bit his lip, his eyes never leaving Dylan's as he knelt between his legs, pushing them apart.