Jonah’s Dessert

JONAH'S DESSERT

B reakfast at the diner was always slightly chaotic. That was the way of things when your dad was the owner and your youngest brother was the cook. The people in the community were generally understanding about the service Sunday mornings when Taylor would whip up breakfast for everyone and we'd sit as a family around our usual table and eat. It was a tradition that had started out of necessity after Mom died and it had continued all through high school, college, and into adulthood.

And now Jonah got to bring his boyfriend slash best friend to family breakfast. Jonah had never brought someone to family breakfast before. Not because it was forbidden or anything, but simply because there hadn't been anyone he'd wanted to bring.

"You don't have to dress up. It's just my family. They already know you and love you." Jonah went to Spencer, who was still fiddling with his hair. It was just long enough to pull back into a ponytail and currently Spencer was trying to get it to behave.

"I should've gotten a haircut." Spencer groused at his reflection. Though Spencer was bigger than Jonah, taller and broader, he let Jonah grip onto him and turn him away from the mirror.

"You should do no such thing." Reaching back, Jonah found the hair tie and pulled, freeing the strands. He cast the elastic aside and ran his fingers through Spencer's hair. "There, that's better."

Spencer tried to turn back to the mirror to check, but Jonah stopped him. Sliding his fingers into Spencer's hair again, he pulled him into a kiss. There was little Jonah liked better than kissing Spencer, but he couldn't think of any of those few things or they'd never make it to breakfast.

Although Jonah might have been a virgin until Spencer had helped him take care of that, he had definitely started to come into his own. It helped that he was madly in love with Spencer and couldn't keep his hands off him, as evidenced by the fact that it was Spencer who broke the kiss. He looked at Jonah with heat in his gaze in that special just-for-Jonah way that made butterflies erupt in Jonah's stomach.

It also made his dick go from zero—okay, so maybe he was already a solid four or five—to ten in two point one seconds.

"Stop looking at me like that." Jonah pulled away and made a point of not adjusting himself. He'd only draw attention to his issue if he did. "We're going to be late."

Spencer had the audacity to smirk at him as if he knew how tormented Jonah was at the moment. Caught between the desire to show Spencer off and the urge to stay home, strip him naked, and… and now he was hard again. Or still hard. Most likely the latter.

By the time they arrived at Bennett's, the diner that was named after his dad, Ethan Bennett, Jonah's dick had gotten itself under control. Spencer found a space and parked, then checked his reflection in the rearview mirror.

"You look fine. They already know you. And they already love you. Hell, my brothers probably like you more than they like me sometimes." Jonah unbuckled and popped the door open. "Let's go inside. You'll see."

Family breakfast was always Sunday morning, always during church hours because generally business didn't pick up on Sundays until church got out and hungry parishioners stopped in for their favorite brunch items.

This Sunday was no exception. They had a few customers, but it wasn't anything that the rest of the staff couldn't handle. Jonah caught the attention of his dad, who was busy pouring coffee refills and chatting up a few of the patrons. Colby was already seated at the booth they'd long ago earmarked as theirs. To make room for the additional person, a table and chairs had been moved over.

Jonah and Spencer slid into the side opposite from Colby. The middle Bennett brother was slouched down in his seat, typing on his phone. He finished whatever he was doing and tucked his phone away.

"Hey, Spencer, good to see you. I hope you two are hungry. Taylor's making enough pancakes and bacon to feed an army." Colby lifted his hat and scratched his head before turning it around backward.

"I could eat," Jonah said. Next to him, he felt Spencer's leg start to bounce up and down. Jonah reached out and put his hand on Spencer's thigh as his dad appeared at the table with a pot of coffee.

"Good to see you, Spencer. Anyone want a coffee?" Ethan was already pouring a coffee for Colby as he asked.

"Yes, please," Spencer said. Not that Jonah thought he needed the caffeine when he was already jittering out of his skin.

"Taylor has breakfast ready. I told him I'd help him get everything to the table."

Less than five minutes later, there were five people seated at the table. As promised, Taylor and their dad had appeared with enough food to indeed feed an army.

Spencer had thankfully settled down and was talking to Taylor about a new project he wanted to start. Warmth spread through Jonah as he bit into his first slice of bacon. If this was going to be his new normal, he could definitely get used to it.

His family already knew and liked Spencer. He'd already been family before when they'd only been friends, but it was different now. And that's why Spencer had been nervous. He'd realized, before Jonah, that he was part of the family in a way he hadn't been before. Shifting a little closer so their legs were touching, Jonah shot Spencer a smile and even though he'd been looking forward to breakfast, all he wanted to do now was leave.

Spencer

The best part about Breakfast at Bennett's was the way they treated Spencer like family. Taylor and Colby took turns making sure Spencer understood he was still going to be teased about everything, maybe more so now. Being with Jonah didn't offer him any protection from that, it seemed. In fact, it was kind of like they'd ramped it up a little. After a few minutes, Spencer realized they were talking to him the same way they talked to Jonah. It was a small price to pay for a whole lot of happiness, Spencer thought. Jonah had the greatest family and Spencer was thankful for them every day.

"That wasn't too terrible." Spencer admitted to a smug-looking Jonah.

They'd stayed for a coffee after breakfast, but when the diner started to get busy, he and Jonah left. They'd gone back to Spencer's place, which was soon to be Jonah's place too. It wasn't like he spent a lot of time at his townhouse anymore.

Spencer sat on the couch and smiled when Jonah sat next to him and curled into his side. "I told you it wouldn't be awful."

"I know, but I got in my head about it."

"My family already loved you. Are you going to keep being nervous at every Sunday breakfast? Because Taylor demands you come to all of them."

"He does, does he?"

Jonah slid his hand up Spencer's thigh. "He's not the only one. I want you there too." Jonah's voice took on a husky quality.

Spencer had gotten hard before they left when Jonah was playing with his hair. He'd always loved the feel of Jonah's hands on him, but there was something extra pleasing about Jonah fussing over him, adjusting his hair the way he had. It made Spencer feel taken care of. And it made him horny as hell.

And to think, just a few months ago, Jonah was a virgin. Untouched by any man and Spencer was now the only one who'd ever have the privilege and the pleasure of having him.

"Come here," Spencer said, tugging at Jonah until he got the hint and moved into Spencer's lap. He adjusted himself until he was straddling Spencer, deft fingers returning to Spencer's hair as Jonah smiled softly at him. Falling for Jonah had been the best and easiest thing Spencer had ever done.

Jonah was the first to lean in, but Spencer met him halfway, their lips colliding on a sigh. Jonah's tongue poked its way into Spencer's mouth, his fingers tightened in Spencer's hair, and he ground their cocks together through far too many layers of fabric. Despite how keyed up they were, they made no move to hurry things along. They kissed like they had all the time in the world. Like the planet stood still for them. Like they were the only people left in the universe.

Jonah rocked against Spencer, and a moan slipped free as he pressed his mouth against Spencer's neck. Jonah was practically humping him now. A little frantic, it was insanely hot the way Jonah could get so worked up from a kiss.

"Tell me what you need, Jonah." Spencer would give him anything. Everything. All he ever had to do was ask.

"I need you to touch me," Jonah confessed as though it was a secret despite the way he undulated on Spencer's lap, bulge to bulge. Hot breath washed against Spencer's neck as Jonah already vibrated with need.

Spencer didn't speak. He couldn't. Not with Jonah kissing him again like he might die if he stopped. He managed to get his cock free from his pants, and then he worked on Jonah's.

They'd take time later to be more thorough. Sweeter. Spencer loved savoring Jonah. He loved dragging things out, but right now he wanted to take the edge off. As badly as Jonah needed him, he needed Jonah twice as much. His chest was tight like he might explode if he didn't get to come soon. Like he was too full of need and want and desire to keep himself in one piece.

Spencer spit into his palm and took both their cocks in his hand at once. Jonah moaned and pulled Spencer's hair. The sensation was sharp and almost painful, but it made Spencer's cock leak.

"Fuck yeah," Spencer said. Jonah pressed their foreheads together and his hips thrust as Spencer continued to jerk them off. At one point, Spencer had been self-conscious about how calloused and beaten up his hands were from years of hard work, but Jonah had mentioned time and again that he loved how rough Spencer's hands were.

It seemed to hold as true now as it had the first time Jonah said it because his sounds increased in intensity as he rocked into Spencer.

Jonah was beautiful like this. His cheeks flushed pink, his hair mussed, his shirt askew and his cock hanging out. Jonah was carefree. And he belonged to Spencer.

"I love you, Spencer."

Jonah's words were hardly more than a breathless whisper, but they hit Spencer like a sledgehammer, the way they often did. Jonah was Spencer's life. His heart. His future. He'd do anything for this man. He looked forward to it.

"I love you too." Spencer ground out, jerking them faster until Jonah stiffened, then came with a shout, shooting cum up Spencer's shirt. Jonah sealed his mouth over Spencer's and kissed him dizzy until he was coming too.

Neither of them moved after. Spencer released their spent, sticky cocks and Jonah kissed him again. Slower this time. Their need was dialed back down to a manageable level.

"Maybe next time we'll get undressed," Jonah said when he saw the mess they'd made of their clothes.

"I don't know. It's kind of hot when you want me too badly to get our clothes off first."

"If you think it's so hot, you can do the laundry from now on."

Spencer stole a kiss. "Your wish is my command."

Even though he'd just volunteered for endless laundry duties, Spencer thought the future looked pretty freaking great.