6. SPENCE

It seemed to happen so quickly. I tried to hold off from cumming as long as I could, but there was nothing in me I could physically do not to cum. He'd taken all the precautions possible, cuffing my hands, hiding my cock inside my jock, and neither of us were touching it.

Oscar took pride in having made me cum without touching my cock. He was gentle, uncuffing me and massaging my wrists at where some of the markings had made an indent. It was the first time I'd ever played with something like it. He wiped me down with some tissues, gentle, and caring with his warm touch.

"What food do you want to order?" he asked, helping me into one of his oversized T-shirts.

"I don't mind."

"Pizza? Tacos?" he threw out.

"Tacos sound good."

He winked at me. "Great choice. You wanna go to the bathroom and do your stuff?"

"Are we—" I paused, clearing my throat. "Are we going to have sex again?"

"Maybe not tonight, but in the morning."

"Ok, so spicy tacos are on the menu then," I said.

"Love spice," he said, rubbing a hand on my knee and thigh. "Do you want to take a shower as well?"

I shook my head. "Maybe in the morning. Wait. Are you going to the gym tomorrow?"

He took my hand and kissed it. "I have nothing planned the entire weekend. If you want to spend it with me, we can do whatever you want."

I didn't know exactly what he was asking me for, but a weekend-long date. I didn't know if he was too good to be true or not. "Well, what do you usually do on the weekend?"

"I never really plan. I rest and relax around work." He raised my hand to his face so I could cup it. "And that means food, protein, the gym, and playing computer games, or games on my console."

"Was that your console in the living room?"

"Yeah. Well, one of them."

It seemed we had similar rest and relaxation plans. "Sounds like I have weekend plans now."

"Good. Because I'm not the best at spending time alone."

Like a puzzle piece, he was slotting into my life easily. It had been a single day, and I was beginning to feel things I should have kept to myself. But there was sometimes no keeping the way a cock made you feel at bay, or the body it was attached to.

I cleaned myself in the bathroom. Getting. a little nosy to look around and see what might be his and what could be his roommate's. I didn't know anything about his roommate, but it was definitely a guy. There were so many colognes and traditionally male smelling scents. Plus, there was unscented soap in the dish.

Oscar called to me once I left the bathroom. He was down the hall in the living room. He sat on the sofa, a controller in hand, waving it in my direction. The tank top had risen to show off his stomach.

"Come on," he said. "Stop staring at me like I'm that taco plate I just ordered."

I was definitely hungry now, but that was easily replaced as horny from looking at his body. The oversized T-shirt covered the way I was soon to be harboring an erection. "What did you get?" I asked, joining him on the leather sofa. I tugged the end of the T-shirt, covering my legs in it. "This thing is roomie."

Oscar tugged at the T-shirt, pulling it back over my knees to touch me. "I ordered from a place a couple blocks away. I got a couple of mixed meats, some spicy, some plain, and a lot of guac." He squeezed at my knee, his hand dangling between my legs. "I like the way you look in this, so small."

"Is that your thing?" I asked with the console remote in hand.

"Yeah," he said. "Twinks, and guys smaller than me. Guys that look like they're easily snapped in two, but aren't."

I closed my legs, holding his hand between my thighs. "I like bigger guys," I whispered. "You know, there's this—" I didn't know how much of myself I was willing to admit or show off to him. "This animated porn thing, it involves these giant orcs who dominate and try their best to inseminate these humans."

"Inseminate?" he chuckled. "You know that's impossible."

I squeeze his hand a little harder, but it probably just felt like an embrace to him. "That's why they keep trying. They just have them tied up on the floor with shackles, and they just fuck them over and over, treating them like—" My breath grew short. "—like sex slaves."

"Oh." He gave me another squeeze. "If that's your thing, I can cuff you up in bed again, stay out here, play some games, eat, and then tease you with leftovers."

"Um, maybe—" I wasn't asking for that at all, cuffs were as close to kinky as I was getting IRL.

"But I wouldn't get nearly as much fun out of that as I would playing games sat beside you, eating tacos, when they arrive, and then teasing you in bed until we both pass out from exhaustion." He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. "Delicious." He licked his lips, smacking them together.

"So, what are we playing?" I asked.

"Mario Kart," he said. "I'm Mario."

"Good, because I'm like playing as Toad."

"I thought you'd be Princess Peach."

"Why?" I asked, swatting my hand at his chest. "Because I'm a bottom."

"Obviously. Plus, Mario likes Peach."

Oscar loaded the game, my heart racing fact still thinking of what he'd said, and with no follow-up from either of us. I didn't know if he was admitting to something, or whether he was stating a fact about the characters. But his hand told me he might've actually meant it, or I wanted him to mean it.

"Ok, I'm which player am I?" I asked, stabbing my fingers into the controller buttons.

"Player two," he said. "Bottom screen, I think."

We played a couple games, and I lost them both. I hadn't done it on purpose, but it had been so long since I'd played it. I mostly mashed all the buttons, trying to figure out which ones fired off the power-ups and which ones made me go faster. I did come third and second, which was a respectable first if I was playing alone.

Food arrived, and when tacos were mentioned, I hadn't realized what that looked like being delivered, but it meant a large brown paper bag with every individually parceled up. A tub of small flour tortillas and tubs with fillings. A build your own taco situation. My favorite type of taco.

"Ok," Oscar said. "I won't judge you on what goes on your taco, but I will give you a side eye if it's weird."

"Weird," I scoffed. "How weird? And by the way, I don't like guac. I should've said earlier."

"Ok, and that's weird."

"And my mom hates that, she's from Argentina."

"You told me that already," he said.

"I did?"

"Yeah, this morning. And then you said you like to talk when you're nervous."

Heat rushed my face, turning me red. "Well, at least I'm consistent," I said.

"Anyway, back to you being weird. You don't like guac."

"Everyone knows gauc is extra anyways."

He smiled and tilted his head. "Eat your taco."

It felt like he'd ordered enough food for a family of four, but we went through it all. The shredded chicken, the sliced beef, the fried red peppers, lettuce, and all the different sauces and salsas.

"Damn, Spence," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You know how to put a taco away, don't ya?"

"They're like two bites and they're done," I said, pressing a hand to my full stomach. "Plus, I didn't really finish my lunch from that vegan place."

"There's only so full you can get on vegan food anyway," he joked.

"I love vegan food, but I'm not vegan," I said, once more like I was overexplaining. "It's just full of protein."

Oscar hugged an arm around my back. "That's what I say, plus, it makes me feel like I'm eating clean," he said. "After I've been abroad eating my weight in local food which is usually full of all calories."

"Can I ask you a little bit of a personal question?"

"Sure. I don't really have any secrets, so ask me anything," he said.

I didn't know how to word my thoughts, or whether they would come out as I intended. "I told you my reason for going to the gym, and I don't want to trigger you or anything, but—"

"You wanna know why I go to the gym?" he asked, asking my question for me.

"Yeah, that, but also, because you've got much—much—or many muscles," I said, prodding at his upper arm and the vein appearing out of it. "They're so big and strong, like, I can't imagine you need to use them a lot in the air."

"Have you tried closing the door on an airplane?"

"No, but like, I've seen videos of people closing them. It doesn't seem hard," I said, teasing him and his big muscles. "I guess even I could close one of those doors."

Oscar flexed his muscles as I continued to prod them. "You probably could, actually. Maybe with a couple more bench press reps. But I don't think you need too much more muscle growth on your arms. I like them this way."

If I wasn't all full up on tacos, I might've been eager to slip a hand down his shorts and bounce on his cock. But we'd done enough of that today for two people who'd only just met. "Is it so you can cuff me to your bed and treat me the way I mentioned from that porn I told you about?"

"Absolutely. In fact, I think with my current work schedule, I could be back every other day to check in on you," he said, joking. I wasn't currently opposed to it, but that was because I was under the spell of his dick, and I was just a boy with a hungry hole. He pulled me in close, squeezing me in an embrace. "But I don't know how I'd explain you to Sam, and I wouldn't want to put you through listening to Sam and his boyfriend."

I turned my head to him and kissed his cheek. "I've only ever been out of the country once. I went to Mexico, but other than that, I feel like I'm just stuck in the city now."

"Not even to Argentina?"

"I wish, but all my mom's family moved here."

"That shouldn't stop you. I've been all over South America," he said. "Many hot guys there."

"Oh, that's one reason, I guess."

"Many hot guys here too, in my apartment."

"One," I counted him.

"Two," he counted me, placing his finger on the tip of my nose.

"There are only two guys in the apartment," I said, looking around.

He couldn't pull me any closer. "So, you wanna play some more or do you wanna watch a movie, or we can go to bed?"

"One more game, winner picks the movie, and then bed," I said.

"Also, if I'm coming on too strong, just know that I can be less strong," he said. "No strings and all that."

"I've never done no strings," I said. "But this is the first time I've been intimate with someone like this in a while, and I—I'm enjoying it. It feels like I'm playing a role."

"Roleplay, if you will," he said. "What role are you playing?"

My mouth seized up, trying my best to operate my brain and bodily functions all at the same time. "Um—I—I—"

"I don't think you're playing a role at all. I think you're into all this coupley stuff."

And there it was. He called me out, but I couldn't be blamed for thinking it. Oscar was doing all the things that would happen in a couple. He was touching me, pulling me close. He complimented me, asked me questions, and he even bought food. I was even on his T-shirt. If he proposed marriage to me right now, I might've been so blinded by all these actions to accept. Making it the fastest proposal in history I'd imagine.

"Maybe I am into this coupley stuff," I said.

"There's nothing wrong with that at all. I like doing this. I don't do it often, but when I can, I think it's some of the most fun possible," he said, slipping his hand up the T-shirt. "There's nothing wrong with playing, is there?"

My feelings were about to get hurt. I could feel it, but there was no stopping it now. It was already in the midst of happening. "What other stuff is coupley then?" I asked.

"Cuddling, well, spooning especially. I'm a big spoon, and I hope you're the little spoon," he said. "And then there's going to the gym together, although I don't want to make your trainer jealous. And we've already ticked fucking in the shower."

"Yeah, I'm little spoon, and my trainer is only Monday to Wednesday, he's not there tomorrow."

He pulled his hand out from beneath the T-shirt and tousled it through my hair. "It's fun to play pretend, don't you think?"

"Unless one of us gets hurt," I mustered, staring into his eyes. From the way the light hit them, they appeared so deep, like I was being sucked inside.

"I'd never hurt anyone, these muscles are for show, and pleasure," he said, bringing my head in to kiss me. "Kissing is also coupley, right?"

I gave in to it all. "Very coupley."