7. OSCAR

As soon as conversation shifted to couples and stuff couples did, I knew it was too late. I saw the way he looked at me, and the way I looked at him. We were both thinking the same things analyzing the things we'd done in the past twenty-four hours together. It wasn't the least no-string attached I'd ever been with someone, and in the same city I lived in. I'd never really done that before, most of the time, getting laid happened at night, in a new city, and just the once before I was off on a flight. Numbers were never exchanged and we only knew each other on first names.

Spence had practically given me his entire life story before we had sex, and then shortly after, I was far too eager to share my number with him. I'd been the one who wanted to see him again. I was the one who broke my own rule, and I wasn't even mad about it. Mostly, as we played more Mario Kart, I was trying to figure out how he was reacted to the word couple .

We didn't end up watching a movie, because by that point. We'd grown so tired from feeling full and playing games together that we went to bed and cuddled together. I loved wrapping my big arms around him, like he was a small twig and I was a large branch.

I was out for the count once my head hit the pillow. Second night in a row sleeping in my own bed, it was a nice feeling. It was even nicer spending the night in a bed beside another warm body that didn't have to immediately leave. It was strange that he wanted to stay over, that didn't happen often, mostly because I usually had to leave early, or my partner was there just for the sex.

Spence woke me, rolling around in my arms to get comfy.

He turned around and face me. "Don't wake up now," he said. "My breath is gonna smell so bad."

"I did tell you to use my toothbrush after me," I said, stretching out as I let out a yawning moan in his ear. "I told you mouthwash alone wouldn't do the job."

"Yeah, well, I wasn't using someone else's toothbrush," he said, covering his mouth.

I find it funny how he'd packed an extra jock in his bag, lube, and a toy, but he forget a toothbrush and even a change of clothes. I didn't mind either part, because I had easy solutions to both.

"You wanna know how I like to wake up in the morning?" I asked, stretching out again around him.

His hand slipped down my body. "I can take a guess." He touched my cock, rock solid as it was every single morning. Waking up was a reset to the erections, and since he'd given me plenty yesterday, even though only two were used. Today, my cock was starting off harder. "I can take a big guess."

"Go on then," I said. "Guess right and you get a big reward."

Spence slithered down my body, kissing me all the way to my underwear.

I rolled on my back for him. "You really are bigger in every way possible than me," he said from under the comforter.

"Go on," I said. "What are you waiting for?"

In hurried excitement, he pulled my briefs away and spread my legs. I was still letting out another yawn. He was more than welcome to waking me up like this, in fact, this was probably the most coupley thing we were doing, morning sex.

He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around my cock, up and down, caressing my balls all before he whipped back the comforter to show me what he was doing. "See," he said, his cock against mine. He packed an average size cock, on the thin side, uncut, like most the men I'd been with from South America. Even if that was just one side of his family. He held both of our cocks by the base and used them like batons, hitting each other and transferring the sweet nectar of both our cocks against each other.

"Taste yourself on me," I said. "Put it all on me and suck it off."

Spence nodded and got to work. He sucked his stickiness right off my cock, and then went back in for seconds, and thirds. I was now the one struggling not to cum as he held my balls with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. I felt like if I didn't get him breakfast soon enough he might suck my cock clean off.

"Cum for me," he said.

"Oh no, you don't—"

With his tongue out, he tickled at the tip of my cock like that would change my mind. I didn't want to cum if he wasn't going to cum with me. I didn't like one-sided orgasms. "Please," he said, tongue completely out as he went down my entire shaft. "I just want it."

Begging did it for me. "Take that jock off and sit on my face," I said. "If you get a protein shake, I want one too." While, I didn't know the actual macros of semen, I knew it was better to take the shot in my mouth than let it go to waste on either one of our bodies like some type of free body moisturizer.

We were in sync with each other, him thrusting his cock in my mouth and me pulsing my hips up into his. He was so light on my body, it felt like I was being blown by a cloud and I had its cock in my mouth, lapping up the little droplets of cummy condensation he produced.

There were seconds between our mutual mouth-to-mouth masturbation that we both exploded protein shots down each others throats. And then it took another moment for the two of us to stop our lips from wrapping themselves around the heads and doing our best to suck the remaining nut from our cocks free.

After that initial rush, our combined energies were depleted.

"Better than going to a gym," I said, forcing him to readjust and lay his head back beside me. "Although, I think I'd still like to get a work out in if possible."

Spence continued to hid his mouth behind a hand. "Now I don't know if I have the energy," he said. "I think you might've tried to suck my soul out."

"Me?" I laughed. "I think you tried sucking my soul out."

"You can't blame me," he said, nuzzling his head into my chest. "You taste really good. And I didn't want that to end." He pressed a kiss against me, followed by his lips around my nipple. "Mhmm."

"Are you trying to get me going again?" I asked, caressing a hand at the back of his head. "Because if you give me ten minutes, I probably can."

He giggled, prodding my nipple with his tongue. "I'm just teasing."

"Don't tease what you can't cash in." I took hold of his face from the chin and tilted it up. There was no way he was hiding his mouth from me anymore. I gave him a kiss. "We do still have the rest of the weekend to play. But I would like to get in a work out, if possible before we get more playing in."

He stared up at me from my chest and nodded. "I know this is only going to last the weekend, but does this count as a date?"

I didn't have an immediate answer to the question. Dates in my vocabulary were used for people who didn't fuck for the first time in the gym showers, for people who met on apps and went through all the small talk. "I guess you could say this was one very long date."

"I don't ever date."

"Me either."

"I have a semi-personal question," he said, looking away..

"I told you, I'm an open book. Ask me anything."

"You've slept with a lot of people, right?"

Maybe I was too open. "I don't keep count, or anything, but I've definitely had fun in most countries I've been to."

"I thought so," he said. "But how will you know if you meet someone you connect with?"

"Oh, I'll know," I said, stroking his face. "I like you, Spence. Which isn't a surprise, considering I nearly threw myself at you to give you my number yesterday."

"That's right," he chuckled, patting his hands on my chest like he was playing a drum. "You did. But you'll have to tell me what that means. Because I don't want to get invested in you."

"Invest in me, I'm not a business," I said. "I'm kidding. But I—I don't spend enough time here to properly date anyone, anywhere for that matter."

Spence squeezed at my pecs, his fingers in the little patch of hair between them. "I'm not asking you to date me, or commit, I'd just like to see you casually and explore that thing I was telling you about."

He'd told me a lot of things, he'd have to be a little more clear if I was going to understand the reference. "The handcuffs? The rope? Or you mean the—" My brows rose up my face, recalling my excitement but forgetting what it was about.

"The goblin-orc thing, green men, giants, wearing loincloths, being menacing, and basically having their way with the humans they have tied up in the basement," he said without missing a single beat.

"I don't have a basement."

"Is that all you picked out from that?"

"No. I was ticking things off in my head. I can do green, I'm bigger than you, I can be menacing, and I can tie you up, well, to a bed at least," I said, imagining him with that big grin on his face, all excited like he was when we first met and I told him I'd help him with the weights.

He continued pressing kisses to my chest once more. "Is this just playing or would you want to do that?"

"How about when I'm back in New York next, I'll get everything for it," I said.

"Planning to meet me again after this weekend then?"

I hadn't intended on making that sound like it did, but I was never afraid to make a plan, especially not when that current plan was rubbing up against me. "If you don't mind seeing me again," I said. "But just a fair warning, I can't remember the last time I double dipped."

"Double dipped," he giggled. "We had sex twice yesterday, you already did double dip."

He got me there. It all felt like one long date, even with the long lunch I had with my friend. And then it took him until the evening to message me, but all I'd been able to think about until then was him. I suspected there were reasons for that, including the fact that Spence was practically on my front door step, and he'd hit on me first, although that wasn't unusual, but it was when they cupped my cock in as I spotted them at the gym.

"Then I might as well ask you for a second, official date," I said. "But on that date, I'm all green, and you're tied to this bed."

He looked at me with wide eyes, nodding. "I accept."

Nobody else had opened up to me about their sexual wants in the way he had. Maybe that was because of a language barrier, there was only so much Google could translate I suppose. "But you'll have to wait. I'm kinda on the big side, it's gonna take a while to paint."

"We've got all day," he said. "How about our second date starts when we buy green body paint?"

"You want it now? This weekend?"

"I—" he sighed. "I do, but I don't want you to think I'm trying to start up a relationship with you. I know you're not the type."

I almost bit my tongue. Not the type . He was right. I hadn't been the type, but I also hadn't been the type to have a guy stay over, and I also wasn't the type to want to chase a guy down to give him my number. There were a lot of things I wasn't, and in the last twenty-four hours, maybe I was beginning to think differently. Especially everyone around me was getting all cute and coupley. Maybe playing coupley took us on the path to actually becoming a couple.

"Are you ok?" he asked, his hand pressing on the left side of my chest. "Your heart's beating very fast."

"I'm great. I'm just—I'm trying to think about where I could get enough body paint to cover me," I said. "Because I promised myself this weekend was going to be about fun, and you're my key to fun."

He reached down, hand over my cock. "You're the key," he said. "I'm the lock. Let's get that right."

I kissed his forehead. Catching myself in couple mode. I wondered if I could slip out of it, but I was enjoying it. Being a couple could be fun, a couple that aren't in the same city as each other for two thirds of the week. And all I had to do was find green body paint and a new set of bed sheets. Easily done for the reward and taste of Spence's sweet ass.