even remember sitting on Jason's large—big enough for two, at least, maybe more—bed.
"C'mon love, shirt off, then sweatpants.” Jason sounded as though he were talking to a child. He carefully placed Spencer's glasses on the nightstand.
"Where's my pajamas?"
"No idea.” Jason was now taking his own clothes off. He unbuttoned his jeans and winked at Spencer. “At the same time, then. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
It seemed Spencer's hands were in league with his feet and not waiting for his mind to catch up. He pushed his sweatpants down but found that trying to pull them over his ass while he was sitting on it was just too hard. He fell back on the bed, gave up on his sweat pants—if he was lucky, they'd remove themselves magically just like his socks and shirt had—and closed his eyes. All this bright light wasn't conducive to sleeping.
Jason laughed and tugged Spencer's sweat pants. Spencer's hands moved to stop it. After all, nice boys didn't let people take their clothes off—not that anyone had ever wanted to remove Spencer's sweat pants for him, anyway.
"Lift your ass."
"No...” But Spencer's body was out to betray him. He hadn't known it was possible for body parts to do the opposite of what the brain told them. His ass lifted off the bed and he felt his sweat pants and boxers slide under it. Warm, soft cotton greeted his skin and Spencer was naked. But that was impossible, he never slept naked. What if the house caught fire? He was moved, rolled over one way, then back again, and a comforter was pulled over him seconds before Jason's warm naked body slid against him.
Jason fitted one of his legs neatly between Spencer's. Spencer tensed. Jason couldn't want... Surely they'd talk first. Oh God, he could feel Jason's cock, hard against his hip. Spencer's eyes opened and he hoped he didn't look too panicked.
Jason just smiled. “Relax. No sex, it's much better when we're both awake.” He kissed Spencer, their tongues tangling languidly. “You're beautiful. Sleep well."
Jason's warmth left his side. Spencer felt an odd sense of loss and reached out a hand for contact, unsure of what should happen next. Jason caught the questing hand and kissed the palm.
"Roll over. Sleep. I'm not going anywhere."
Spencer rolled over, facing away from Jason, then gasped as Jason's arm curled around him and his back made contact with Jason's chest. Oh, that was so good, and it felt safe. “Good night."
"Night, love."
* * * *
Jason woke to see brown eyes, slightly unfocused, watching him. He blinked and smiled, leaning toward Spencer for a kiss. “This is nice. Good morning."
"Good morning,” Spencer replied before turning around and searching for his glasses.
Jason reached out and caught Spencer's arm. “Leave them. Let me enjoy you totally naked."
Startled, Spencer looked down at the blanket covering them. “Um... I don't remember getting... um... naked."
Jason laughed and raised an eyebrow. “It wasn't easy, but I helped.” He pulled Spencer closer, knowing he was going to have to be the one to initiate anything. “But see, you're safe and still in the same pristine condition that you woke up in yesterday.” He hooked a leg over Spencer's and bumped their erections together. Jason closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He couldn't guarantee Spencer would be pristine for much longer, though. The man's innocence was such a turn on.
"God, that feels good.” Spencer groaned and attacked Jason's lips with his own, like a starving man being offered a four course meal.
Jason's eyes flew open in surprise. He'd been expecting a sweet and slow seduction attempt, with him doing the seducing. Not this full on attack. Not that he was complaining or anything. In a valiant attempt to regain control, Jason pulled Spencer flush up against him and ground his cock against Spencer's answering hardness while thrusting his tongue between Spencer's lips. Oh God, was he awake enough for this?
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