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Spencer doesn't know when it began. It seems that with each new upload from Smosh, the number of people writing about how buff Tommy looks only increases. And the thing is...those people aren't wrong. There's no denying that Tommy has been gaining more muscle recently. Spencer certainly wouldn't deny that. He would often find himself squeezing on Tommy's biceps anytime someone called attention to them. In some way, he was doing it on purpose. As a way to playfully suggest Yeah, big man. Look at these sweet gains of yours. But in another way, it was like a subconscious response. As if the mere mention of Tommy's muscles triggered something in his brain, making him touch his biceps on command. The other man never really reacted to his touches. It wasn't unusual for Spencer to put a hand on him or to sling an arm over his shoulder. It happened so frequently that it was basically a part of their daily routine.

The shorter man was truly impressed by the size of his friend's muscles. One time, Tommy unintentionally flexed his bicep while Spencer was grabbing hold of his arm. The way it stiffened under his grip made him whisper "Woah." As soon as he did, he desperately hoped that Tommy didn't hear him. He just couldn't hold it in for some reason. The additional muscles on his best friend made him feel a certain way. A certain platonic way, that is. Because Tommy's a friend. And Spencer wouldn't thirst over a friend. That'd be weird. Spencer doesn't want to make things weird with Tommy.

Variations of these sentences often popped up in his head, regularly reminding himself of the purely platonic feelings he had about his friend. The heat Spencer feels whenever he sees Tommy in a tank top is completely unrelated to anything. He just gets hot easily. They're in California, after all. It's just a result of the weather. There is no other reason for why he gets warm from the sight—none at all.

It’s Friday afternoon, and Spencer's lunch break just began. He reheated some leftover ramen noodles he ordered last night. Lucky for him, Tommy was also taking his lunch break, having just sat at a table to eat a sandwich he made.

"Oh, hey, man," Spencer says as he sits in the chair opposite to Tommy. "How's it going?"

"It's going pretty boring, actually," the taller man answers as he stretches in his chair. Spencer's eyes follow the path his arms take and trail downward. Tommy was wearing a short sleeve button up shirt today. Following the outlines of his bicep and triceps, a familiar heat quietly builds up in his stomach. The light in here was impeccable, casting sharp shadows that defined the bulges of Tommy's muscles so well. And the contrasting highlights on the arms made them appear so big. Tommy finishes stretching, bringing his attention back to his lunch. With his arms down, Spencer snaps back to reality. Oh, fuck. Was I staring hard? He becomes aware of the fact that his mouth is hanging slightly agape and quickly closes it. He feels a sense of humiliation bubble up inside him. He's a grown ass man and here he was, gawking at his friend like a teenage girl staring at her crush. Not that he has a crush or anything.

Spencer makes an attempt to keep the conversation going, "Uh, yeah, man. This week, uh. Honestly, this whole week has been boring. I mean, it sucks when we're busy. But at least when we are busy time flies faster that way, you know? Today just feels like it's been a long day.”

Tommy nodded, "I totally get it. That's the worst part of work, actually. It's either so busy that it feels like I'm rushing my work or it's not busy and the day drags on for so long."

"You are so right, king."

Tommy points a finger at him. "I know I'm right."

"Of course you do. As you should. Really, when you think about it, work is just a lose-lose situation." He shrugs his shoulder. "At least we're getting paid."

Tommy's eyebrows furrow up, commenting in a humorous manner, "I guess, but, like...is it worth it though?"

"I'd say it's worth it. Where else am I gonna get paid to be a professional loser online?"

"Alright. Fair point." Tommy takes a bite out of his sandwich.

Their topic of conversation shifts to YouTube. "Since I have all this free-time, I've been passing the time by reading YouTube comments. You know, for fun." 

Tommy glances up and grins at him, "Oh no. Bad idea."

"Yeah...they really haven't been funny this week." The blunt delivery of that line made Tommy snort. Spencer enjoys how easily he can get him to laugh. He wasn't even trying, and he still got a laugh out of him. It makes his ego inflate like a balloon. Anyways. The comments. "But, uh, good news. Most of them are being nice to you."

"Oh, how wonderful. I've been spared this week."

"That's because you've been making some banger jokes in the last few videos. And you'll make some banger jokes in the future, too. I know you will. You always do. Another banger by DJ Tomey Bones."

"Please don't start spamming me with that fucking cat picture."

"Don't tempt me."

Tommy responds by rolling his eyes in exasperation. Spencer loves this. He loves the little banter that happens between them. He loves chatting with him. Loves hearing his little quips. He truly loves any moment he gets with his best friend. They've spent time outside of work hanging out—quite often, in fact—but ultimately one of them has to go back to their own apartments, ending their interaction until next time. It's a shame that these moments can't last longer.

Spencer brings his eyes down at his noodles to continue eating, but they get caught on Tommy's forearms. Man, all that exercising Tommy’s doing is really paying off. With his eyes locked in place, desire began stirring in him. A desire to trace his fingers across the man’s skin. To feel the contours of his muscles. He'd be sure to shower him in compliments while doing so. Which is a totally normal thing to want to do with a friend, he thinks to himself. Spencer is Tommy's friend, and friends lift each other up. Is it a crime to gas up your friends? No, it's not. In fact, he’ll gas him up right now.

"Uh, when I was reading comments, I saw a lot of talk about how yoked you've been looking in recent videos." He doesn’t even try to hide his grin while saying that. Even with Tommy’s head facing down at his food, he can tell that he’s smiling by the way his cheeks swell up. "For real, people have been noticing that you've been working out. And they-they really, uh...They got a point. You-you look great, man." He feels himself getting shy during that last sentence.

Tommy chuckled quietly, "Alright, bub. Thanks."

"Dude, I'm not-I'm for real, right now. You look-you’re in great shape. I mean, you’re in better shape than I am, that’s for sure. Straight up, your arms look massive."

Tommy brings his head up with smile, "Okay well, thank you for that."

There's a warmth in his chest that grows as he smiles back, happy that he was the cause of his friend’s smile. As Tommy resumed eating his lunch, Spencer's gaze wandered to the rest of his figure. He looks incredible—better than incredible even. He is so utterly gorgeous, even with a mouth full of food. Spencer always thought that his friend looked nice. It's just that now with the added muscles, he looks really nice. So nice that it sometimes made him dizzy with heat. With a body like his, he deserves every compliment he gets. Spencer managed to peel his eyes away from Tommy so he can go back to eating. The rest of their lunch break carried on as they normally do.

For the rest of the day, Spencer would sprinkle in as many flattering remarks about Tommy's appearance as possible. He rationalized it in his head that he was only doing it to raise his friend's self-confidence. Because he's been working out so hard, clearly. And all that hard work warrants some praise. For every compliment given, he'd get a smile out of Tommy. It was during these remaining work hours that he realized how much he truly relished seeing Tommy's reaction at his words. If Spencer wasn't doing it for him, he would, for sure, be doing it just to chase that feeling he got from praising Tommy. At times, he would take note of the way that Tommy's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He took a lot of pleasure in making that happen. Pleasure in making my friend happy. That's why I like doing it, he assured himself.

The workday was coming to a close, which meant that the weekend could begin for Spencer. Well, not yet. He was in the middle of finishing up one last task. After that, he would clock out and go home. Then his weekend could officially begin, which, considering it was Spencer, was probably going to be like every other weekend. Playing video games in between rounds of watching anime. The ideal weekend routine.

Tommy stops by his desk, having finished all his work for the day. "I believe this is yours," he declares as he hands Spencer a phone charger that he borrowed earlier that day.

Spencer takes the charger from the other man's hands, "Oh, thanks, man. I actually forgot about this."

"Yeah, me too. I was about to pack it in my backpack before I was like, 'Oh shit. This isn’t mine.' Thanks again, bub." His lips curl up to reveal his toothy smile, his mustache covering much of it. What a pretty smile, Spencer thinks. So cute. So kissable-okay maybe he should stop thinking.

Tommy's already turning his body to walk away, but as soon as he does, Spencer blurts out, "Hey." He doesn't know why he said that. It was like his mouth was moving on its own, with its own intentions that he didn't know of. Why was he stopping him from leaving? It seems his body wasn’t ready for him to escape his sight. Now, with Tommy waiting for him to say something, his mind scrambles to put together an excuse to keep him nearby. "Oh, uh, Tommy? Uh...", he feels his face getting hotter by the second, "Do you wanna-well, um. You don't have any plans after work, do you?"

"Not really. I was just planning on going home. Why?"

"Oh, if you don't have anything going on, I was, um, gonna ask if you wanted to come over to my place and, you know, just hang out. We can just watch some TV. You know. Relax," Spencer cringes at how he sounded, "We can go as soon as I finish this thing; it shouldn't take long."

"Oh, okay. Sure. I can wait over here for you. Just don't keep me waiting for too long," Tommy jests as he walks away. By the time he sat down at one of the tables in the lunch area, Spencer had already completed what he needed to do, logging out of his computer and turning his chair around to get up.

"You ready, man?" he asks as he approaches closer.

Tommy gets up with his backpack in hand, "Oh yeah, I'm more than ready to leave work." They walk out of the building together and separate to enter their own cars. As Spencer uses his car keys to turn the engine on, he tries not to think about how pathetic it made him appear to fabricate a reason for why he wanted Tommy at his place. Spencer wasn't planning on having anyone over at his apartment. He doesn't know what made him so desperate for Tommy's company. Spencer liked hanging out with him. Any time he got to spend with him was always a wonderful time. But he could handle some time away from Tommy. At least, that’s what he thought. Why is he acting like being away from a friend is such a terrible fate? Before he could dwell any longer on his feelings surrounding Tommy, he was at his apartment complex. While unlocking his apartment door, he notices that Tommy's car hasn’t arrived yet, so he kicks his shoes off and takes what little time he had to himself to lounge on his couch. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on the headrest. For a boring day, he still felt like he needed some rest. A knock on his door catches his attention; Tommy is here.

Ever the comedian he was, he opens the door with a sarcastic line, "Yo, dude, what an unexpected surprise. I just saw you earlier today. Didn't know you'd stop by."

With a smile on his face, Tommy replies in a monotone voice, "You're adorable sometimes." He steps into his apartment, walking over to the couch in Spencer's living room and plops down on it, dramatically groaning as he does so.

Spencer closes the door and claps his hands together, "What do you wanna do?"

"I'unno, I was hoping you’d know since you’re the one that told me to come over."

Spencer exhales a laugh through his nose. "Oh, right. Well, I'm kinda hungry. Don't know if you're hungry, but I can order something for us to eat. Pizza sound good to you?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Alright, then. Let's order a pizza."

They ordered one pizza for the two of them to share and turned the TV on as they waited for the food to arrive at his doorstep. After some debating on what to watch, they settled on watching Dance Moms. Spencer didn’t mind; he enjoyed listening to his friend fill him in on all the details of the show. And to be completely honest, he wasn't watching the show. He was too focused on studying Tommy's face as the taller man babbled on about the current episode playing. His eyes flicker back and forth between different features of his face. Going from eyes, then nose, down to his lips. Moving from his mustache to his beard, which led to his jawline. All of which crafted a face that was so gorgeous. So perfect. He was so lost in his thoughts that he jumped in his seat when he heard a knock on his door.

"I think that pizza's here," Tommy teases.

Spencer, fairly embarrassed, makes a beeline towards the door, swiftly snatching and paying for the pizza. After closing the door, he turns around with the pizza box in hand, "Alright, now it's a party."

So, there they were, sitting on Spencer's couch, eating pizza while watching TV. It was great. Spencer couldn't think of anything better than spending time with his buddy. As they were joking with each other, he started rubbing Tommy's shoulder. It was purely out of habit, but eventually, as he was rubbing, he felt the muscles under the taller man's shirt. He kept his hand where it was, his brain going blank. He felt an unending itch to drag his hand across Tommy's body. Maybe even press his lips against the muscles. He wants so badly to vocalize this to Tommy, but he doesn’t know how to. He tries to think of a way to word it without sounding weird. He's been known to make homoerotic jokes, so it wouldn't be new behavior from him. But that's the problem. Before they were jokes. Right now, what he wants to express isn't a joke. He fears that it’d be far too intimate for a friend to say to another friend.

Tommy stands up from the couch and groans out loud while rubbing his lower back, "Ow."

It was enough to make Spencer curious, "You alright, man?"

"I'm fine; I'm just sore." Tommy sighs loudly. "I pulled a muscle the other day when I was at the gym, and it still fucking hurts," He states as he moves into the kitchen for a drink.

"You need anything?"

"No, it's fine," the taller man insists as he grabs a La Croix out of the fridge. Spencer's mind naturally drifts with the thought of Tommy working out at the gym. The thought of Tommy getting sweaty and out of breath. The thought of his muscles popping as he lifts weights. He readjusts in his seat. The dip in the couch saves him from going too far with his thoughts as Tommy returns to the couch.

"Um. How'd you manage to pull a muscle? Were you trying to deadlift a car or something?"

Tommy looks happily surprised by his question, "No, but funny that you say that. I actually was deadlifting when it happened."

"Oh, shit, really? Oh, that must have hurt."

"Oh, it fucking hurt like hell. I was lying down on the floor in pain. That was, like, four days ago? I think. I still feel it sometimes when I'm sitting down."

Spencer put a hand on Tommy's back. "I have some Tylenol if you need it."

"No, I already took some earlier. It's fine, really. But thank you. You're so sweet." Tommy straightens his back while sitting, and Spencer's hand slides in the dip of his midback. It takes all his willpower to fight the urge to slide his hand lower.

"It's so cool that you're working out. I'd work out too, but I don't really feel like it." Tommy snorts at that. "You know, you’ve been bulking up a lot over these last few months. Like, a lot a lot. It's almost scary how much you've bulked up. At this rate, I think Shayne might have some competition for the title of 'Smosh's buff guy'. By the looks of it, he already has competition. Just look at the size of your biceps." He motions his free hand towards Tommy.

Tommy shakes his head, a subtle shade of pink on his cheeks, "Okay, well, now you're just trying to stroke my ego."

A smirk forms on Spencer's face, "Maybe you deserve a good stroking."

"Ew!" Tommy shouts. Spencer cracks himself up sometimes.

With the entire pizza eaten and having long since ignored the TV, they were discussing whatever they could think of. Their conversation flowed from one thing to another, alternating from Dance Moms to anime to bad Netflix shows. As their discussions grew longer and longer, they moved themselves closer to each other, sitting shoulder-to-shoulder now. Spencer appreciated the closeness. Right now, their topic of choice is work. Talking about meetings, new shows they would film in the upcoming weeks, and idea pitches they were thinking of.

Tommy was speaking at the moment, "There's this one idea bouncing around in my head that I've been thinking of pitching…well…it's more like a concept. I really haven't expanded on it...Actually, you know what? Nevermind, I'll tell you about it later when I flesh it out. Anyways-"

"You can tell me about it now. Just, like. At least, give me the gist of it."

Tommy shifted around, turning the upper half of his body towards Spencer. "Alright. If you insist," he goes on to explain what he was thinking of pitching. During his talk, he crossed his arms together, a motion that caught Spencer's attention. Bad move on his part to look down because his eyes were instantly drawn to Tommy's chest. The button-up shirt he was wearing had only a few buttons done, leaving the top open enough to show off his chest hair. Spencer can't help but wonder how far the hair travels. Wondering how hairy the rest of his body is, or if it leads to a happy trail, right down to Tommy's-No, stop. Stop. Stop. Stop it. His mind was getting dangerously close to imagining Tommy's dick, and he shut that shit down immediately. Unfortunately, the other man caught the way that Spencer's eyes were fixated on him.

Looking down, Tommy asks, "What?" thinking something was on him, like a stain that he hadn't seen earlier.

His entire body tenses up. Fuck, he noticed. "Nothing."

Bringing his head back up, Tommy's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean nothing? You were, like, staring at me."

Spencer felt his body temperature drop with panic. "Have you been doing chest exercises?" His voice sounded terribly strained.

"What?" Tommy repeats.

"Uh. C-chest exercises?" His speech is slower this time, trying so incredibly hard to not stammer.

"Oh, um, no.

"You-you sure?"

Tommy simply looks at him. "Not really? Um, I'm not purposefully trying to work out my chest. But. I guess the arm exercises I do are building up the muscles in my chest. Was that why you're staring at me?" He was blushing pink.

"Yes. It is." A tingling sensation in the back of Spencer's head disperses to the rest of his body. He feels so awkward right now that he wonders if it's showing through in his face. "I just. Uh. What-what all do you do at the gym?" Maybe if he acts like he wasn't just ogling his best friend, it will take both their minds off of this embarrassing moment.

"Just some weightlifting. Or pull-ups." Tommy's eyes were stuck on Spencer's face, like he was trying to figure him out.

"Well, you-whatever it is you're doing is, um. It's working great. You look fucking chiseled." He lets out a nervous laugh. "Really. You look, uh, strong. Really strong. Like. I bet you could lift me off the ground. 'Cuz, you've hitting the gym so much, so it'd probably be no problem for you. You know, you-"

Tommy interrupts him, "Hey, man. Wha-uh...what's up? What's going on?" Spencer's face changes into a stumped expression; he didn't understand his question.

"You've been talking a lot about," Tommy gestures his hands up and down his torso, "my muscles. Like all day. I mean, at first it was nice, but now it's, like...it's a lot." He chuckled softly towards the end of his sentence.

"What? Can't I pay a compliment to my bro? Is that not allowed anymore?" Spencer jokingly replies, attempting to force the awkwardness in the room to leave.

"It's not so much that you're not allowed to compliment me; it's more that it's starting to sound like you want to fuck me."

"Oh." He didn't perceive himself as sounding flirty, but apparently that's what it sounded like to Tommy. "Uh, sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I didn't mean to...if I was making this weird, sorry. Didn't mean to sound like I wanted to fuck you."

Tommy forces a laugh out. "Well. It’s really sweet that you think I look good."

"Yeah. You do. I just. That's what I'm trying to say. I want you to know that. You look. Great."

"I'm flattered that you think that way-"

"Like, you look like you could kill me in a chokehold." Spencer can't stop himself from talking.

"Listen, babe. I get it."

"No, 'cuz, like-dude", he brings a hand up to Tommy's bicep, "You're-You-You are really fit." Tommy observes the hand on him as Spencer continues. "Like, come on. I-I'm jealous of you. I'm just a-I'm just built like a dude. But not you! You're-you-you-Bro, you're like-you're so," Spencer was having trouble getting his thoughts together. "Dude, you look so fucking attractive! You're fucking hot!" Spencer surprised himself at the volume at which he uttered that last sentence.

Tommy puts up a question that catches Spencer off guard, "Spence, what are you trying to say?"

It causes Spencer to take his hand off Tommy. He licks his lips. Damn, his mouth is so dry right now. "I just. Uh. Like, as your friend, I'm just trying to say that you look good."

"As a friend?" The tone in Tommy's voice makes it clear that he was not convinced with whatever story Spencer was trying to spin for himself. "There's being a friend, there's flirting with a friend, and then there's...this."

"I'm-um," his voice cracked. Fuck. His face is suddenly warm. Is he blushing? "Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"It's not that I'm uncomfortable; it's just," Tommy pauses. The look on his face illustrates that he's choosing his words carefully. "It's just that I didn't know that you had feelings for me."

Spencer's eyes widen at his words, but the other man continues before he can argue, "Spence. Come on. Did you not hear yourself? It was really obvious." Tommy has a look on his face that's reminiscent of pity.

His shoulders slump down, all the energy in his body leaving him. He lets out a deep sigh, "I...I don't, um. Well. I guess. I, uh-" He struggled to form a full sentence. After a long pause, he lets out a puff of air, accepting the thoughts he's tried to bury for the past few years, "Yeah...I do." All that hard work he did to suppress his crush, only for none of it to actually work. Damn. So much for trying to gaslight himself into thinking he wasn't in love with his friend. Now he's sitting here, next to his friend, feeling somewhat guilty for harboring such feelings. "It's just that I, um. I feel weird about it. 'Cuz we're friends, you know. You're not into me, and I didn't wanna ruin this relationship over a stupid crush-"

Tommy holds up a hand, stopping Spencer in the middle of his sentence. "You think I'm not into you? I never said that I wasn't." What. Spencer's brain malfunctions at that, and he's holding his breath. Is Tommy trying to say what Spencer thinks? "I didn't...think that you were into guys. Let alone me." Electricity is spreading all throughout Spencer's body. He was still holding his breath. Fuck, he needs to breathe. How do people breathe?

"Hey," Tommy tries to bring Spencer back down to Earth.

Spencer's lungs fill up with oxygen once again, "Hey." He doesn't really know what to do in this situation. What’s the next step to complete when your crush says they like you back? Spencer doesn't know, so he takes a wild guess. "When, uh, how long have you been into me?"

Tommy’s eyes glance off to the side as he thinks to himself. "I don't know, actually. We've been friends so long that it's hard to say when my feelings went from 'platonic' to 'not-so-platonic'."

Now that Spencer thinks about it, it's the same for him. At the start, he liked Tommy a lot. Liked being able to spend time with him. To talk with him. And he still does. But now, as he reflects on his feelings, the reason for why seems to have deepened. Slowly morphing from general friendship to something more over time. He clears his throat, "So. We both like each other. Um. What now. Where do we go from here?" His tone felt too serious for his own liking, so he threw in a line with more humor, "Like, do we kiss?"

Tommy shrugs his shoulders, "I guess. We could. It's not like either of us will be upset about it." That’s true. Spencer definitely would not object to being kissed right now. A subtle smirk shows up on Tommy’s face as he starts speaking again, "You, uh, were really going in heavy with the whole 'You look buff' comments."

Spencer rubs the back of his neck. "I was just trying to pay you a compliment."

Tommy tilts his head to the side, entertained by Spencer's words. "Is that it? Is that really it?"

"Yeah. I, um, did it for other reasons. But I legit was trying to boost your ego. 'Cuz you deserve to hear it."

"What were the other reasons?" A smug expression develops on Tommy's face. "Come on. I wanna hear it. I mean, I think I know what they are. But I wanna hear you say it. So. What were the other reasons?"

"I...like your muscles." Spencer purposefully didn't make eye contact with Tommy when he said that.

"Really. You like them? You just like?"

"Okay," Spencer gets flushed, realizing how silly it must seem for him to deny his utter thirst over Tommy's muscles. "You got me. I really like your muscles."

"I was kinda getting the feeling that you did. The way you talk about my biceps gave it away."

"Can you blame me? Like, damn," Spencer runs his hand up and down the taller man's arm. "Seriously. Dude. Like, are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"I'm kinda wishing that I could see it in your Spencer-vision. Clearly, you're really liking the view."

"I do. I really do..." He takes a second to breathe before getting lost in his praises again. "You look so fucking good, man. Like you're...your biceps are just..." He doesn't even mean to, but his hands start moving to squeeze the bit of flesh he had in his hand.

"Wait a minute. Is that why you like touching my arms so much? Because you're obsessed with my muscles?" Somehow, the smile on Tommy's face gets even bigger as the realization hits him. Aw shit, was it obvious? Spencer doesn't say anything, which to Tommy was enough confirmation. "Oh, wow. Now I kinda wanna know how you'd react to seeing the rest of me," Tommy jokes; however, they both knew that he was genuinely curious to know.

Something must have possessed Spencer because, without thinking, he opens his mouth to speak, "You can show me, then you’d know how I’d react."

Tommy’s smile doesn’t budge. "Are you trying to get me to strip for you?"

With newfound confidence, Spencer answers, "Maybe..."

The awkwardness in the room was evaporating fast as they confessed to each other, but it was still a shock when Tommy leans in and plants a kiss on Spencer's lips. Spencer was dying for a kiss, and now that it's happening, he melts into it. He brings his hands around Tommy's shoulder and pulls him closer. Fuck, Tommy tastes so sweet. Tommy embraces him in a hug, his arms around the other man's smaller frame, sliding his hands up and down his back. Spencer's hands travel up to his hair, scratching the taller man's scalp slightly. Their kisses, simple pecks on each other's lips at first, turn more feverish. Tongues become involved in the process. They try to bring each other closer, as if it were possible. The kiss is broken as Tommy pulls away. His eyes are wide open, hair slightly messy from Spencer's manhandling. As they use this moment to take a breath, they exchange looks with each other, knowing exactly what is going to happen next.

Spencer's heart is beating the fastest it's ever beaten in his entire life. Somehow, through some miracle, he made enough correct choices in his life, all leading to this moment. A moment where Tommy fucking Bowe admitted that he had feelings for him. A moment where Tommy Bowe is in his bedroom. A moment where he and Tommy are making out on top of his bed like horny high school sweethearts. He had Tommy pinned under him, licking whatever his tongue could reach in the taller man's mouth. Hands were underneath his baggy shirt, kneading his back. His own hands travel down to grab at Tommy's ass. Everything feels like so much and yet not enough.

A voice interrupts the moment. "Oh. Wait." Spencer pulls away instantly as soon as he hears that. He and Tommy are huffing loudly; their lips are pink and shiny with spit. Tommy, lying down on the bed, looks up at him with wide eyes before gulping down a breath of air to finish the rest of his sentence, "You don't have lube, do you?"

Without hesitation, he rushes out, "I can use my spit."

"Oh, wow. Kinky," Tommy laughs out, sounding surprised.

Spencer takes advantage of this pause from their kisses just to gaze upon Tommy's face. Letting his eyes fully absorb the beauty in front of him. "Fuck. Everything about you is hot," is all he can utter.

A wide grin appears on Tommy's face. "Do tell me what you like about my body. Don't be scared to give specifics."

"Fuck, man. What don't I like about your body?" Spencer's hands make their way to the sides of the other man's face. "I mean, for one, you look so goddamn handsome. I don't even know how that's possible. You got the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen. Like, even your nose is perfect." His thumb inches closer to Tommy's bottom lip, swiping across it lightly. "And your lips are so pretty." He leans down to kiss him, opening his lips to invite the other tongue in. His hands move away from his face to grab at his waist instead. Their kisses were harsh at this point, tongues sliding against each other in a hurry to taste the other man. Tommy's hips move up, seeking some friction. Spencer, realizing the barrier their pants are creating, pushes himself off of the bed and pulls his pants down along with his boxers.

"Oh my god," Tommy giggles, moving a hand up to his mouth, covering his smile. "You really do only have one ball."

"Yeah, man. What? Did you think I would lie about something like this?"

"No, but like. This is something that needs to be seen to be believed, you know?"

Light laughter fills the room. The moment is almost surreal, the shorter man thinks. Tommy pulls his pants and underwear off, something that makes Spencer's heart skip a beat. This is it. No turning back now. He's looking at his friend's dick and balls. They're about to fuck each other. They're best friends, and they're about to fuck. Never did Spencer think that something like this would ever transpire in real life. He feels like he's on top of the fucking world with Tommy by his side.

He practically jumps back on the bed to kiss the other man. His lips migrate towards Tommy's neck, stopping for a second so he can resume his praises, "Your neck...I'm tempted as hell to leave a bunch of hickies on it."

"Why don't you, then?" Tommy's tone is becoming more mischievous. How could Spencer say no to him? He does as he's told and drops his head down, planting his lips against the skin. He didn't care to keep a consistent rhythm. All he cared about was sucking, licking, and nipping. Any area of skin his lips felt, he was sure to leave a hickey on it. He sprinkles in a few tender kisses at the end of each hickey. Tommy's hands resumed their movements from earlier, having once again found themselves under Spencer's shirt. The shorter man decides to make it easier for him by getting up on his knees to take his shirt off completely. He can see the result of his nips from earlier already developing on Tommy's neck. Pink markings were forming all over. On the sides of his neck, near his adam's apple, everywhere. It was such a beautiful thing to Spencer.

Tommy follows his lead and takes his shirt off as well. And fuck. Spencer nearly chokes on his own spit at the sight. He runs a hand on Tommy's chest, the hairs tickling his fingertips. "You have been working out your chest." He wished that he could see what Tommy's face looked like when he said that, because currently his eyes are glued on his torso. His chest was covered in hair, trailing down to a hairy path on his abdomen. "And you said that you didn't," he teases. His lips go back to work, adding hickies around Tommy's collarbone. It felt so right to do so. It was as if he was made to kiss every bit of skin on this man's body. His hands make themselves useful by groping his pectorals in the process. "You got your chest all nice and broad."

"I'm gonna have a hard time covering all this up tomorrow. You know that, right?" Tommy jests, albeit with an underlying tone of hunger in his voice.

"I know. That's why I'm doing it," Spencer states bluntly. "I need you to know how obsessed I am with your muscles." With one hand, he thumbs at his nipple. Tommy wiggles underneath the other man's touch. "You've been working out so hard; how can I just ignore them?" The red on Tommy's face deepens as he slides his arms up on the bed. Spencer's hands wander to squeeze and grab at the muscles. "God, your biceps look huge." Kisses are planted up and down his arm, which Tommy finds amusing.

"Man, you’re so fucking pretty," Spencer breathes out as he slides down. Hands go to grip his curly hair as he grazes his lips against Tommy's stomach. He licks at the skin, sucking a section and pulling his lips off with a pop. "You’re doing ab exercises, too. Aren't you?" It's silent in the room, save for the sound of hickies being left on the taller man's skin. Spencer reiterates his question, "Did you hear me? You do ab exercises?"

Tommy hums, his fingers massaging Spencer's scalp. "Yeah. I-I do some ab exercises at the gym," his voice low and quiet.

Spencer plants one last kiss on Tommy's stomach. "Yeah, you do. I could tell," he laughs, slipping his body down further. Tommy’s expression isn’t very well seen from where Spencer’s lying, but judging by the way his body shifts underneath the shorter man, it’s clear that he’s flustered. He keeps his gaze up towards Tommy as he takes his cock in his mouth. Spencer wastes no time, using his mouth to work Tommy up to a full erection. Hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and running his tongue on the underside of his dick.

Tommy groans loudly, "Fuck." The grip in his curly hair tightens—not too hard, but hard enough to encourage Spencer to continue. His mouth moves up, lips wrapping around the head of the dick as he tongues at the slit. He can hear Tommy whine. It was like music to his ears. He pulls his mouth off to kiss the side of his cock lovingly, feeling Tommy harden against his lips. This whole time, his eyes remained up, not wanting to tear themselves away from Tommy. He could see the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, pleased humming vibrating in his throat. He takes his entire cock back in his mouth, his lips and tongue working their magic again.

Soon enough, the taller man is sporting a fully erect cock. Spencer has never sucked a dick before, so he felt great pride in knowing that he managed to give another man a quality blowjob. His kisses make a return, advancing from Tommy’s hips to his upper thighs. Tommy gets an idea of what Spencer is planning on doing and raises his legs, holding them by the back of his knees. As if he wasn't covered in enough hickies, more sprout up as Spencer nips and sucks his inner thighs. It might be getting excessive, but Spencer doesn’t care. More hickies means more time he spends kissing Tommy. That was really the driving force behind it all.

Spencer's lips drag down just short of Tommy's rim. "Your asshole looks really cute." He hears a flustered giggle escape from Tommy. He'd laugh along with him if he wasn't distracted by the prospect of giving him a rimjob. He plants a kiss against the ring of muscles. It’s the next thing he does that draws out a moan from Tommy. He licks a fat strip across the rim. Licking it once won’t suffice, so he continues, mixing in kisses along with his licks. A rimjob is another thing he’s never done before, but the sounds—the sweet, sweet sounds he’s hearing from Tommy—tell him that he’s doing something right. With each swipe of his tongue, Tommy's moans get progressively louder.

Tommy wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking at a steady pace. "Holy fuck, Spence. Don't stop."

He doesn’t know what came over him, but his licks have become more desperate. Tonguing at the other man's hole, his head pushes forward, wanting to lick more of Tommy. It was like he was making out with his asshole. Absolutely sloppy, with drool falling out of his mouth. His fingers join in on the action, starting with one slowly pressing itself into the tight hole. The added pressure causes Tommy to let out a sigh of relief. After that, Spencer truly loses himself, no longer thinking, only acting by licking. Licking and licking. And tonguing and fingering. And licking and kissing. And fingering while licking. Spencer couldn't stop himself, even if he wanted to.

Neither man really cares nor wonders how much time has passed. The lustful act makes it hard for them to care about anything else. Spencer's tongue does its job well, getting Tommy loose enough to fit three fingers in his ass. Licking wildly and pumping his fingers all in an attempt to make Tommy feel so good. All the while, his own cock goes ignored. Not that it matters because performing this rimjob was doing more than enough to get Spencer off. Saliva completely coated the exterior of Tommy’s rim, dripping down and soaking the fabric of the bed spread.

"Babe." On many occasions, Tommy has called Spencer pet names, babe being one of them. However, this time, his voice was oozing with arousal. The type of arousal that can only be exhibited by someone who is getting intimate with a man they've been pining after for years.

It's an astonishing feat when Spencer finally removes himself from Tommy, breathing deeply as he peers up to the tall man. "Yeah?"

"Please...fuck me already," Tommy whined. Spencer hastily climbs up the other man's body like a squirrel going up a tree. It was like his voice, high-pitched and needy, lit the shorter man's entire body on fire. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and delivers several kisses all over Tommy's face. Big, broad hands latch themselves onto Tommy's ass. He grinds his hips down, the drag of his cock against Tommy's causes the two of them to groan at the sensation.

Tommy must be getting tired of all this foreplay because his hands land on Spencer's hips, gently pushing him. Spencer halts his kisses for now so he can reposition himself to sit in between the other man's legs. He spits in his hand before stroking his cock, directing it to Tommy's hole. He spots a flush of red on Tommy's face, which spreads down to his neck. And to think, he believed Tommy couldn’t get any prettier. At long last, he penetrates the ring of muscle, a move that filled both men with unfiltered ecstasy. He pushes himself in until he’s balls deep—well, ball deep in Spencer’s case. Tommy closes his eyes, sucking air through his teeth, while Spencer remains speechless. The tight, warm grip engulfing him nearly knocked the wind out of him. It was either that or the fact that his brain was in the midst of accepting the fact that this wasn't a dream. Spencer balances his upper body by placing his hands next to the sides of Tommy's head.

For a minute, he doesn’t move, savoring the way Tommy feels around him. The taller man was stroking himself as he adapts to the feeling of Spencer's girth inside him. Finally, his hips move, slowly pulling his cock out halfway and then snapping forward. They both moan, unashamed. Spencer repeats his movements, every slide feeling incredible. His thrusts are slow at first, but the sight of Tommy under him with wide brown eyes staring at him sent a shiver down his spine, persuading him to pick up the speed. He barely registers when Tommy's long legs wrap around his hips.

"You're fucking amazing," Spencer groaned. "You feel great, you look great, you sound great. Fuck, man." Tommy's panting gets broken up by short laughs. "You know that already. Don't you?"

Tommy bites his lower lip. Ignoring the question, he responds, "You should hear yourself right now." His confidence practically causes Spencer's hips to stagger. God, Tommy's so hot.

"Can you...fuck...move a little...?" Tommy's hands grab the shorter man's hips, guiding him to a different angle. Spencer is confused at first but understands pretty quickly when he thrusts again at the new angle and sees Tommy's satisfied expression. "Oh, fuck. Yeah, there you go."

"Was that your prostate?"

"Yep. You're good to go now," he sighs out as he pats Spencer's hips. His half-lidded eyes peer up, and there's a sly grin on his face. Spencer's head was buzzing. He makes a point to thrust harder, brutally hitting the other man's prostate. A thin layer of sweat has built up on Tommy's neck. Spencer can't help himself when he leans down and puts his lips on the glossy skin. His legs are starting to get sore, but he refuses to let it stop him. Not now. Not when he's busy trying to get Tommy off.

"Spence." Tommy wraps his arms around Spencer, pulling him closer, their chests almost making contact with one another. The feeling of big, strong arms enveloping Spencer’s body made him both giddy and horny at the same time. Their lips crash into each other. Their kisses are messy and hurried, but none the less passionate. Tommy moans into every kiss, each one growing higher in pitch. His hold on Spencer tightens, and the shorter man can feel his hole flutter around him. All this leads to Tommy throwing his head back as he cums with a gasp. Spencer's pace doesn't let up; if anything, he moves faster. Tommy, whining uncontrollably, uses his hands to grasp onto Spencer's biceps. If his grip was any stronger, he would surely leave a bruise on the skin.

Spencer pulls out unexpectedly, "Shit." Tommy doesn't need to be a mind reader to recognize what was about to happen. He fists the shorter man's cock, his hand moving up and down the shaft fast. Spencer rests his forehead against Tommy's, panting harder as the arousal builds up more and more in his groin. The next thing he knows, he's cumming on Tommy's stomach, mouth hanging open, and his body shuttering.

He's huffing and puffing heavily. His entire body is tired. His heart is about to beat out of his chest. The only thing that brings him back into the moment is when Tommy's hand combs through the other man's hair. He lifts his head up to make eye contact with him. It's almost comical how phenomenal Tommy looks even after getting fucked. He wasn't lying when he said that his face card never declines.

"Spence?"

In between breaths, Spencer exclaims, "That was fucking awesome."

Tommy huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "Oh my god." He runs his hand through his own hair this time. His eyes are looking off in the distance, like he's in disbelief at what just occurred.

"Did I do good?"

"Yes. Yeah, you did alright," he says quietly. They share looks of tenderness with each other. Tommy moves to plant a small peck on Spencer's lips. Spencer will never get tired of kissing him.

His behavior returns back to its normal state, seeking out some banter. "Yeah? Not bad for my first time with a guy?"

"You know what? If you said you've fucked men before, I would've believed you."

"Wait, really?" Spencer's eyes open up more, much to the taller man’s amusement.

Tommy’s head hangs down, making him aware of the cum all over his torso. "Oh. I need a towel or something."

"I got it." Spencer gets off the bed and bends down, picking up whatever piece of fabric his hand grabs onto first. It just so happened that his shirt was the closest thing to him, so with a t-shirt in hand, he sits back on the bed.

Tommy stares at the shirt in his hand, "Oh."

"What?"

"You're not gonna use a towel?"

"I mean. I was gonna wash this anyways."

Tommy lets out a simple, "Okay," with a tone of judgment in this one word.

"What? Like, a towel would be less gross?"

"A little. Are you gonna wear this again?"

"It's fine. I'll wash it, dude," Spencer argues as he wipes Tommy's skin clean. Tommy makes a face and then presses his lips together like he's trying to suppress a smile.

Once Spencer finishes, he throws the shirt back on the ground while Tommy flips over to lay on his stomach. He takes a deep breath, looking like he's on the verge of falling asleep.

Spencer examines the other man's physique, "Dude, you look yoked even from the back. Your back muscles are crazy."

Tommy's shoulders shake as he laughs. "You sound so fucking stupid right now."

Spencer puts his hands up in the air, "Hey man, I’m just saying what I think."

Neither man felt awkward or timid. They're acting like they always do. It's the kind of fantasy that most people desire when they develop a crush on their best friend. The one where a confession of love doesn't damage the friendship and their banter isn't held back to make room for the mushy-gushy romance stuff. Spencer couldn't be more grateful that he has found himself in this type of fantasy.

Currently, his mind runs through thousands of lines that he should be saying right now. Out of all of them, he settles on one line, "Do...you wanna stay for the night?"

Without fail, Tommy replies, "Yeah. I wanna stay."

A feeling of ease falls over Spencer's body after hearing that, "Okay."

Tommy hums, slowly closing his eyes.

"Are you going to sleep?"

"Huh?" Tommy sounds tired.

"Man, you're really not beating the 'Old Man' allegations."

Tommy barks out a laugh. "You stop that!" He laughs along with him. If there's one thing Spencer loved more than Tommy's muscles, it was getting Tommy to laugh.