Lucky Bounce by Cait Nary

Author:Cait Nary
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carina Press
Published: 2023-11-08T15:05:01+00:00

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They wake up tangled together in the thin December light filtering through Zeke’s blinds. Zeke’s got his head on Spencer’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat, and one of Spencer’s arms is wrapped around his shoulders. The space under his blankets feels like a secret: the smell of sleep and skin at the place where Spencer’s neck meets his shoulder; the way it’s just slightly too warm, body heat and the fog of their breath.

Zeke’s got a touch of a hangover, maybe, but nothing’s going to stop him from kissing Spencer’s throat, the wing of his collarbone, the delicate skin at the outside corners of his eyes. His mouth, wet and soft from the night.

Spencer pushes at his hip until Zeke’s all the way on top of him. He slips a leg around his waist and lets his gorgeous head go back against the pillows. He feels pliant, warm and pleased from whatever he was dreaming. Zeke kisses him and kisses him until they’re both dizzy with it, gasping each other’s breaths as their hips roll together. Zeke gets a hand around their cocks, Spencer adds his. It’s a little dry because he’d have to take his hands off Spencer’s body to reach for the lube and that’s just impossible, okay, he couldn’t do it if he tried, wouldn’t want to anyway: sweat and pre-come can get it done. It’s not going to take much, from the choked-off noises Spencer is making.

“You gonna come for me?” Zeke asks. He keeps talking when he sees the flush darken on Spencer’s cheeks, doesn’t even know what the fuck he’s saying, calls him gorgeous, calls him baby, tells him yeah, sweetheart, you’re doing so good for me, I want to see you come all over yourself, until his hips hitch and he whines into Zeke’s mouth and he comes, shaking through it. Zeke’s not far behind, how the fuck could he be with Spencer looking like that underneath him, those lips and the curls of hair plastered to the sweat at his hairline. Zeke kisses him because there’s nothing else he could possibly be doing.

“Fuck,” Spencer grumbles after a while. “I’m sticky.”

Zeke props himself up on an elbow. Spencer’s eyes are closed, lashes making dark shadows against his cheeks. Zeke can’t help but kiss them, too, soft and precise, until Spencer growls and shoves at him. Zeke laughs, still trying to kiss his cheekbone, his neck, the inside of his elbow, whatever part of him he can reach.

“God, quit it,” Spencer says finally, getting a handful of Zeke’s hair and pulling. “I want a shower.”

“You need to brush your teeth.”

“Fuck you,” he says, like it’s a reflex. “Didn’t see you complaining.”

“I’m complaining now. Your breath fucking reeks, bud.” Zeke’s grinning when he says it, but he kisses the tip of Spencer’s offended nose before he rolls out of bed and tugs him into the bathroom, then digs a spare toothbrush out from under the sink. He doesn’t realize

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