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The band has a love/hate relationship with the Los Angeles shows. The crowds are sick, they get to have friends out, and there’s always several guests that attend.
Most of the crew love it.
But some of them hate it.
Spencer, in particular, hates it.
He might enjoy it if he had the experience that everyone else does, getting to see your friends and hang out after a big show.
But for Spencer, it meant finishing a show only to spend another couple hours or longer entertaining whoever manages to catch him.
He isn’t looking forward to it, but he knows it’s coming, as he can already see someone making their way towards him.
He sighs and looks around for the only person he actually wants to be with for the rest of the night. He isn’t able to find his target before he’s captured for the first time of many.
Ricky watches as Spencer strikes up a conversation with someone. He isn’t sure who it is, but someone semi-important, he figures.
He knows how these nights go, seeing people track Spencer down to try and get something from him. And he knows how much Spencer hates it, the ingenuity of it all. Part of him hates it himself, wishing there was an actual care for Spencer that goes beyond what these people think he can do for them.
But Ricky would be lying if he didn’t find some pride in it.
Knowing his boyfriend is the most important, most wanted person in the building, with everyone dying to get to him, witnessing it ignites something in Ricky. Coupled with knowing how much Spencer puts into his work, how much of it is truly him, it fills Ricky with pride for the man.
Maybe it’s the pride, or the group crowding around Spencer and pushing their way to him, or even just the lighting hitting his face in a pretty way, that’s making it difficult for Ricky to pull his eyes away from him.
He doesn’t realize how hard he’s staring until he notices Spencer looking back. There’s someone chatting away right in front of him, but he’s locked onto Ricky.
Ricky gives him a quick smile before breaking the contact, not wanting him to think he's needing something.
Spencer is disappointed when Ricky looks away. Part of him was hoping Ricky would provide him with an escape, but he’s more concerned with why he was staring in the first place. He wasn’t able to get a good enough read on his expression to tell if something was wrong.
Despite his wishes, he doesn’t get to give it any more thought as someone else is grabbing his arm, demanding a conversation from him.
As he half-listens to the same ingratiating greeting that’s been repeated to him a dozen times tonight, he prays to any god that will listen that he can make it out of here without actually killing someone. But he does ponder the possibility of him getting away it with as “part of the act.”
He’ll keep it in mind, just as a last resort.
…
Ricky hung around for a while longer, finding some friends to catch up with. But eventually he’d spoken with everyone he wanted to, and wasn’t really in the mood for a bland conversation with someone he barely knows, so he left for his hotel room for the night.
He laid on the bed, going through the photos Adam had sent him from tonight’s show. He caught himself glancing at Spencer’s bags laying against his, regret filling his gut at knowing he’d left without him.
In his defense, he knows he would’ve just gotten trapped alongside him had he stayed. And Ricky knows himself well enough to determine that even at low energy, he’s still more of a talker than Spencer, and he’d have them stuck in a dull conversation for even longer. And while Spencer is never outright rude to anyone, he’s more likely to cut off a conversation than Ricky is.
So with that in mind, Ricky left, trusting his better half could take care of himself.
He directed his attention back towards the photos in front of him, continuing to look through them and pick out his favorites.
He came to one of him and Spencer, side-by-side with Spencer’s arm around his shoulders. He’s filled with the same pride in his chest that he felt earlier. Being at Spencer’s side, both literally and figuratively, was the greatest honor he’s ever received.
Anyone could’ve filled his position in the band, yet Spencer asked him. Three times.
Spencer doesn’t need help or advice on making music, but he asks Ricky anyway.
Ricky always assumed his feelings for the man were one-sided, until he noticed all of his glances being returned, and all of his free time on tour never being spent alone.
His world changed with a late night confession, a hand holding his, and two pairs of lips meeting, and it hasn’t been the same since.
Being chosen to share his stage, then his life, it meant everything to Ricky.
His love and pride is beginning to turn into something more, and he hates how lonely the hotel room is feeling.
He trusted that Spencer could escape the crowd on his own, and he hopes he can do it soon.
…
Spencer’s patience grew thin after he watched Ricky leave.
He hadn’t been able to get to him before he left, to see if he was okay.
Here he’s been, giving his time to people who couldn’t matter less to him, while the most important person in his life stood by and watched.
Ricky was never one to demand attention, always being understanding when Spencer had things to do, but his insistence of it being fine was never enough for Spencer to feel okay about it.
He noticed Ricky looking at him several times throughout the night, which was a bit unusual for him. Usually at these kinds of shows, the two separate and never see the other again until they join back at their hotel room.
But this time, Ricky seemed to always be around, watching him.
It caused a growing feeling of concern in Spencer’s stomach, wondering if something had happened, what he’d missed. It didn’t help that he couldn’t read Ricky’s expression the few times he was able to catch his eyes, when normally he always could.
He wanted to go to him, to see him, feel him, make sure everything is fine.
But he didn’t. He never got the chance.
It wasn’t an excuse. He should’ve made the chance. No one was more important to him than his partner, so why didn’t he just walk away from the conversations he didn’t want to be having in the first place?
Spencer hated himself for it.
The concern in him only grew and grew as time passed, until it was finally the push he needed to be short with the remaining group hanging onto him, finally escaping the venue and making a beeline for their hotel.
Fortunately for him, the hotel was a short walk away, no one having bothered to go to their homes since they would only be in the area for such a short time. Although at this point, he would've ran to Ricky's house in Pennsylvania if that's where his partner was.
He gets inside and finds the elevator, not surprised at his luck that it’s agonizingly slow. Had it taken a second longer Spencer would’ve trekked the seven flights of stairs it took to reach their floor. But it gave him time to think of how he could make up to Ricky his lack of attention.
Perhaps, he supposed, by doing the opposite.
Usually when one of them was upset, the first step was talking about it. It came so easy to them that they never hesitated to start venting to each other when something was bothering them.
But sometimes no words are shared. Sometimes the only thing they need to feel better is each other, with limbs entangled and no clothes to separate them, curing each other’s pain through utter devotion. The act of bringing the words ‘I love you’ to life.
And this, Spencer thought to himself with a smile, might be exactly what Ricky needs.
He finally reaches the door to their hotel room, scrambling to get the room key out of his wallet, with excitement about his plan quickly overtaking him.
He’s hit with confusion when he can’t find it, then remembers, they only had one room key, which Ricky had been carrying, so he knocks on the door, hoping his partner hasn’t already went to sleep.
Ricky opens the door, his face lighting up seeing his partner in the doorframe. “I see you managed to escape,” He says as he steps back to let Spencer enter.
Spencer gives a light chuckle in response, as he quickly closes the door behind him and reaches to put a hand on Ricky’s waist to pull him closer, to which Ricky immediately gives in, wrapping his arms around Spencer and resting his hands on his back.
“I’m sorry I left without you,” Ricky says, just above a whisper with how close they are. “I could’ve waited.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, I don’t blame you for leaving.”
Ricky would’ve assumed he just meant his statement in response to how long he was gone, but he can tell there’s something else behind it.
But for the life of him, he can’t imagine what it is.
“What do you mean?” he questions gently, wanting to understand what’s bothering Spencer without ruining the moment.
“Well with the way I basically ignored you all night, it’s no wonder you’d leave without me.”
Now Ricky was horribly confused. Spencer had been busy all night, Ricky knew that. He hadn’t ignored him, Ricky wasn’t even trying to get his attention.
“You didn’t ignore me, you were busy, I know that.” As he finished his sentence, it was starting to click for him, recalling the moments they caught each other’s glance, with Spencer being caught in a conversation, unable to come to Ricky’s side.
“You think I’m upset because you were stuck talking to people all night? I wasn’t looking for your attention, Spencer, I was just looking at you.”
Ricky could see the surprise in Spencer’s expression, with maybe a bit of relief too.
“I just..I’ve felt horrible at the thought that you were looking for me or that you might be upset and I was giving my time to people who don’t matter at all, certainly don’t matter as much as you.”
Ricky was mentally cursing himself for leaving Spencer confused. Seeing how this clearly ate at him over the past few hours, making him feel horrible, when he hadn’t done anything at all.
“I know you wouldn’t ignore me, Spencer. I’m sorry you thought I was upset, because that couldn’t be less true.”
Ricky moved a hand to lightly cup Spencer’s jaw. “You want to know why I was looking at you all night?”
Spencer leans into his touch, giving Ricky a soft smile before asking, “Why?”
Ricky grins, “I was looking at you all night because I couldn’t be more proud of you, and proud to be in love with you.”
He doesn’t give Spencer the chance to respond before continuing, “Seeing everyone fight their way to get to you, begging for your attention…” he trails off as he feels hands moving up his sides.
“Well, if I’m just being honest, babe, it’s hot,” Ricky finishes, taking immeasurable joy in the smile it brings to Spencer’s face.
Spencer looks away for a moment, but soon returns his gaze to Ricky. “So I guess it wouldn’t hurt to know that just one word or signal from you and I’d leave anyone else in the dust, would it?”
Ricky knew he was blushing, how couldn’t he? “I know you would. I don’t think I’d ask you to, but you would.”
“I wish you would, giving you attention is far more enjoyable.”
Ricky, a little flustered at this point, is still trying to think of a response when Spencer moves a hand from his side, up his back, until finding its place in Ricky’s hair.
“It’s almost a shame, really, that you aren’t upset after all,” before Ricky could voice his confusion, he continues, “I’d planned on giving you a surplus of attention to make up for it.”
Ricky’s breathing grows a bit heavy as he replies, “Well, I wouldn’t want your plans to go to ruin.”
This was apparently all Spencer needed to hear, because he wastes no time pulling Ricky even closer, moving his hand from his hair to the back of his neck, and bringing their lips together.
Ricky melts into him, even lightly moaning into the kiss, having craved this for the past hour that he’d been alone in their hotel room, and being so glad to finally have it.
He can feel Spencer moving, trying to guide him, and he lets himself be pushed until he can feel the wall against his back.
Their kiss breaks, and Ricky tries to catch his breath, but quickly fails as Spencer’s mouth is on his neck, starting at the bottom and kissing and sucking his way up to behind Ricky’s ear.
He feels a hand find his, and lets Spencer intertwine their fingers and pin his hand beside his head against the wall. Ricky’s other hand travels over Spencer, searching for a place to hold onto, finally settling on the back of his neck.
Spencer is nibbling on his earlobe when Ricky turns his head to find Spencer’s mouth with his.
Spencer brings them back to a kiss, and traces Ricky’s bottom lip with his tongue, to which he eagerly responds and opens his mouth to let Spencer do whatever he pleases.
He can feel Spencer’s tongue in his mouth, and the pressure of it up against his own. He moves his against it, with both of them giving short moans at the contact and pushing for more, keeping at it until Ricky thinks he must be blue in the face.
He holds back a whine when Spencer pulls away, immediately feeling empty but glad to take a breath.
Spencer recovers from their lack of oxygen first, and takes advantage of Ricky’s panting to latch onto his bottom lip, sucking and nibbling on it and giving him a few kisses in between.
Though going against Ricky’s desires, it was fortunate that Spencer kept his need for air in mind and stops, since Ricky definitely doesn’t have the willpower to pull away.
Spencer watches as Ricky slowly regains control of his breaths, rubbing his jaw with his thumb as he does.
He was about to lunge for Spencer’s mouth again, but is halted in his movements as Spencer says, “The bed would surely be more comfortable than the wall, wouldn’t it?”
Ricky was surprised he didn’t fall to the floor, as he was convinced the statement turned him into jelly.
Maybe he really had turned into jelly, because next thing he knew he was in Spencer’s arms and being carried the short distance to the bed.
He doesn’t complain about it, he truthfully wasn’t sure if his legs would carry him despite it only being a few steps.
And it definitely felt nice, his face against Spencer’s shoulder, his arms underneath him, he doesn’t know how it can get better than this.
But as he’s laid on the bed, he knows he’s about to be shown exactly how much better it can get.
Spencer leans over him to give him a kiss on the cheek, before pulling back to look at him.
“Give me one second, darling.”
Ricky releases a breath of amusement at the pet name as he watches Spencer disappear into the bathroom, quickly returning with a small towel in hand.
He lays it on the end of the bed before moving on to their luggage, where after a few seconds of digging he acquires a familiar bottle.
“Now that that’s settled,” he says, eyes locked on Ricky as he does, “back to you.”
It’s too early for Ricky to be past the point of forming sentences, but damn if he isn’t already struggling.
He’s still attempting to make words come out of his mouth as Spencer picks up his leg and brings Ricky’s foot to his chest, and starts untying the laces of his sneakers.
“I could’ve taken off my own shoes.” Spencer finishes with the first one and doesn’t break eye contact with Ricky as he throws it to the side.
“And yet here they are, in the way of me getting your pants off.”
Ricky isn’t able to come up with anything to say to that, but based on Spencer’s smirk, he assumes the warmth in his face is saying enough.
Spencer lays his leg down and repeats his actions with the other one. He runs his hands along the sides of Ricky’s thighs before reaching to undo his belt, and Ricky lifts his hips to let him free it with a tug.
Ricky hears the clang as it joins one of his shoes on the floor, but his attention is quickly pulled to the hands unbuttoning his jeans.
He was already getting hard, but being touched so close to where he wants just increased his condition.
Spencer carefully pulls his zipper down, then grabs the sides of his jeans, and Ricky lifts his hips again to let him tug them to his knees.
He grabs them from the bottom to pull them off completely, letting them join the collection on the floor.
Ricky is left in his socks, boxers, and t-shirt, with Spencer making his move to rid him of the latter.
He sits up to let him slide his shirt off, throwing it somewhere into the floor with everything else, then puts a knee on the bed to lean over Ricky and reach for something behind him.
“Scoot back a little,” Spencer says gently.
He does, until he feels something against the bottom of his back.
He lays back down after receiving a nod from Spencer, and feels a nudge to raise his pelvis to let him slide the something, which he learned was a folded pillow, underneath him.
He isn’t even completely naked yet, but his breathing is already shaky in anticipation as Spencer finishes adjusting the pillow under him to give himself better access to Ricky.
Still leaned over him, Spencer gives him a few kisses on the cheek before sitting up and returning to his feet. He latches his fingers onto the waistband of Ricky’s boxers, glancing up at him for permission, though he doesn’t anticipate Ricky to say no.
And he doesn’t, as he gives Spencer a breathless smile, and he starts inching Ricky’s boxers off, careful not to pull too hard and dislodge the pillow underneath him.
He gets them past Ricky’s pelvis, and he shudders as he’s exposed to the cooler air. He’s completely bare, save for the socks on his feet, and the blush reaches his chest as Spencer takes in the sight of him.
“I could stare at you for a lifetime,” Spencer tells him, and Ricky knows he means it.
“I think we’re a bit uneven here,” he says, looking Spencer up and down, having not removed any of his own clothing yet.
“I suppose this isn’t very fair, is it?” Spencer replies with a grin. “We can fix that.”
He kicks off his boots and peels off his socks, and is about to start unbuttoning his shirt when Ricky stops him.
“Hold on, I wanna do it.” He sits up to move to the end of the bed, ruining Spencer’s work of adjusting the pillow under him, but it’s worth it to him to be able to get his hands on the man.
He starts unbuttoning his shirt, with Spencer’s eyes wavering between Ricky’s hands and face. He undoes the last button and pushes his shirt open, exploring with his eyes before doing the same with his hands, caressing his way up from his v-line to his collarbones, and landing between his neck and shoulders.
Spencer closes his eyes and sighs, relaxing under his touch. Ricky enjoys seeing him so calm, it’s a rare thing; he’s always doing something, has something on his mind. He can’t argue, because he’s often the same, but they both take pleasure in being able to relax together.
Spencer opens his eyes to look at him, and takes one of his hands to kiss the knuckles. “You have more work to do, Ricky,” he teases.
So get to work Ricky does, unbuckling Spencer’s belt and pulling it free, tossing it to the side and mimicking Spencer’s earlier action as he does. He pushes his shirt off the rest of the way, then moves on to his jeans.
He unbuttons them and pulls the zipper down, then lowers them as far as he can in his position sitting on the bed, at which point Spencer takes over and pulls them off until he’s left in his underwear.
“Is this better?” Spencer asks.
“Better, but still not even,” Ricky replies, motioning towards his underwear.
“Fine, fine, whatever makes you happy,” Spencer teases again as he lets his underwear join the rest of his clothes on the floor.
“You got to stare me down, I better get my turn.”
Spencer laughs, and puts his hands on his hips in a pose. “Just tell me when you’re done, then.”
“Will do.”
Ricky lays back to take him in. He wants to stare for longer than he does, but the sight of Spencer’s hardening dick makes him realize how ready he is for him.
“Okay, I’m done,” he says to Spencer’s surprise.
“Really? I was expecting longer,” he responds with fake offense.
“I would’ve taken longer, but I might be getting a little impatient.”
“Well hopefully I’ll make it worth your wait.”
Spencer puts his hands on the inside of Ricky’s knees and pushes his legs apart, then sinks to his own knees until he’s in between Ricky’s thighs.
Ricky shivers as his legs are opened, the anticipation overpowering his vulnerability. Spencer glances up at him, then meets his lips with the inside of Ricky’s thigh, using his mouth in any way he can on the delicate skin.
Ricky closes his eyes to better focus on the feeling of Spencer’s mouth on him, kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping his skin, barely noticing his own soft moaning from the actions. He opens his eyes as he feels Spencer traveling, watching to see where to.
The answer is up to his hip, which is given the same treatment as his thigh. Spencer slides his hands up Ricky’s legs and pushes them even further apart, giving his hip a final kiss before moving again.
Except this time, his mouth lingers mere inches away from Ricky’s very exposed erection.
Spencer doesn’t break eye contact with him as he kisses the tip, then takes it into his mouth. He drags his tongue over the slit and lightly sucks on the head.
Though he’s taking immense pleasure in the gasps he’s electing from Ricky, Spencer doesn’t continue with his actions for long, not wanting him to get too close yet.
He moves to the base and kisses his way back towards the tip, taking the head back into his mouth for one last suck before releasing it and rising to his feet.
He comes around to the side of the bed, and Ricky barely manages to scoot himself over to give him room to join him, still recovering from all of the feeling in his body having moved south.
He’s still laying towards the end of the bed, as his legs are dangling off, and he half pushes himself and is half pulled by Spencer back up towards the headboard.
Spencer kisses him on the forehead and caresses his cheek. “You didn’t seem to mind that too much,” he said, receiving a breath of amusement from Ricky in return.
“It wasn’t bad.”
“Wasn’t bad? You were laying here gasping and I get is ‘wasn’t bad’?”
Ricky laughed. “Sorry, how about ‘it was so good I had to keep myself from screaming,’ better?”
“Much.”
Spencer picks up the pillow he’d previously placed under Ricky, who raises his pelvis to let him adjust it once more.
“You ruin my work with the pillow, tell me my head ‘wasn’t bad’, and complain about being impatient. You’re a little ungrateful tonight, Richard.”
“Maybe I’m being bad on purpose so you’ll punish me,” he jokes, getting a raised eyebrow from Spencer.
“I’m kidding..this time at least.”
Ricky doesn’t know if sex normally contains as much sarcasm as theirs does, but he figures the added layer of relaxation and comfort that comes with their humor can’t hurt the connection.
And seeing the smile it puts on Spencer’s face, the smile that he saves for Ricky, is almost more beautiful than his naked body that now lays beside of him.
Almost.
Spencer sets the towel and bottle beside of him, having grabbed them from the end of the bed before he laid down, and props his head up with his arm, resting his other hand on Ricky’s chest to trace his tattoos with his finger.
His hand trails to Ricky’s face, bringing him in for a kiss, which Ricky happily accepts, until Spencer pulls back to look into his eyes.
“Are you ready?” he whispers, and Ricky nods his head yes.
Spencer picks up the bottle of lube and flicks the lid open, about to flip it over to put some in his hand when Ricky stops him.
“Here, I’ll do it,” he says, having easier movement of his arms than Spencer does laying on his side.
Spencer hands him the bottle, using his now free hand to guide Ricky’s leg to bend against his chest. He then gives his hand to Ricky, and he squeezes a dollop of lube onto his fingers.
He reaches in between Ricky’s legs, finding the spot he’s looking for and lathering it with lube, Ricky flinching at the first feeling of the sensation.
He brings his hand back up to let Ricky coat his fingers, wiping his own hand off on the towel when he’s done. He reaches back between his legs to find his entrance, lingering as he looks to Ricky for a nod of approval.
He nods, and with that Spencer slowly slips a finger into him, Ricky’s breath hitching with the action.
He waits a moment before he starts moving, wanting to be certain that Ricky was comfortably adjusted. As his breathing evens, he pulls his finger most of the way out, then slowly pushes it back in, repeating it until he feels the muscles start to relax.
He starts moving faster, with Ricky giving soft moans in return. He studies Ricky’s face, watching his eyes close and mouth open to voice his sounds of pleasure.
He fingers him for a moment longer, then pulls his finger out almost completely, and presses a second one against him, and Ricky quickly gives his nod of approval for him to add it.
He repeats his earlier movements, starting slowly, Ricky’s reactions increasing with the added stretch as louder moans escape him. He watches Ricky for any signs of discomfort, and when he doesn’t see it, he starts stretching his two fingers apart.
Ricky makes a soft gasp, and grabs his leg tucked against his chest to pull it even closer, giving Spencer easier access to spread him.
Spencer isn’t unaware of his own blood moving south, the tightness around his fingers only encouraging his eagerness. But he’ll wait, however long it takes to prep his partner. Ricky would let him sink inside of him right now, in some cases he even likes the feeling of being stretched open, muscles tense. But now isn’t one of those times, and Spencer would never consider acting too soon, he’ll wait hours if that’s what it takes for Ricky to feel good.
Although, as Ricky has jokingly made aware already, he doesn’t want to wait much longer.
Spencer meets Ricky’s eyes as the latter looks towards him, silently letting him know he’s ready for more. Spencer stretches him a few more times, then slips his third finger inside, starting out slowly again but taking less time to pick up the pace.
He spreads his three fingers, gradually going further and further apart each time. Ricky moans as he’s stretched out the farthest he’s been so far.
The care and attention Spencer puts in him never fails to put a flutter in his chest, and he hates to put an end to things, as he knows how much Spencer loves to take his time prepping him, but Ricky has waited as long as he can, and he desperately wants this man inside him.
“Spence..” he trails off, giving Spencer a look he’s sure to recognize.
And he does, giving him a light smile before kissing his temple, and Ricky nudges his head up to find his lips.
Spencer shares a kiss with him and removes his fingers as he sits up. Ricky immediately hates the empty feeling, but is excited for it to soon be replaced.
Spencer takes the lube to add some to himself, stroking it on and letting a groan escape him, finally feeling touch where he’s been aching for it.
He lays the bottle aside as he positions himself on his knees in front of Ricky, now pushing his other leg up to open him as much as he can, and Ricky takes hold of both of his legs to keep them in place.
He adjusts until he’s lined up with Ricky’s entrance, looking up at Ricky for permission despite already knowing his answer.
“If me holding my legs apart isn’t enough to say I consent, I’m not sure what is,” Ricky jokes, his breath of humor hitching as he’s caught off guard when Spencer immediately pushes himself in.
Spencer smirks at Ricky’s surprise, but doesn’t get to bask in it long as the tightness around his tip becomes extremely apparent, unable to hold back the moan it brings him.
Spencer finds the towel to clean his hand, then tossing it aside before pushing himself about a third of the way inside of Ricky, not wanting to go further than he’s accustomed to yet. He carefully lowers himself to hover over Ricky, leaving kisses on his stomach before moving up his body until he’s face to face with his partner.
He slowly sinks himself further into Ricky, until he gives him the signal to stop with a hand pressing light against his chest.
Spencer peppers kisses on Ricky’s collarbone as he lets him get adjusted, until he feels him shift beneath him as Ricky wraps his legs around his waist. Spencer takes the sign to lower himself closer to Ricky and push in further, until he’s completely buried inside of him.
They find each other’s lips through shaky breaths, both a little overwhelmed at the increased sensations they’re feeling. Ricky’s hands snake up Spencer’s arms and to his back, pressing his palms against the smooth skin.
He breaks their kiss to nod, with Spencer taking a moment to admire his panting, swollen lips and glowing face before adjusting himself into a better position.
He slowly pulls himself out and pushes back in, pressing his forehead against Ricky’s chest as the tightness surrounding his hardness sends a wave of pleasure over him.
He starts moving faster after a few more slow thrusts, beginning to create a rhythm with his movements, filling the space with their gasps and moans as their pleasure increases.
Ricky doesn’t understand how he can feel so light and floaty, and tight and filled at the same time. It’s like every nerve has traveled to his groin and all he can feel is Spencer inside of him.
He feels lips brush against his ear, followed by Spencer whispering sweetly you’re beautiful, you’re so perfect, it feels so good to be in you, I’ve needed you, and a hundred other sentences to him through moans and ragged breaths. Ricky listens the best he can, sometimes being too overcome with bliss to comprehend anything, or his own sounds drowning out his words. He knows it isn’t just the sex talking, Spencer means every precious thing he says. With the love and happiness he feels, he could almost cry.
He’s saved from tears when Spencer hits a spot inside of him, making him gasp and arch his back, pulling Spencer even closer to him as his legs tighten around his waist.
Spencer tucks his head into the crook of Ricky’s neck, going harder and deeper towards his prostate, turning Ricky into a mess of loud groans as he’s overcome with rapture.
Ricky doesn’t know if he’s actually telling Spencer not to stop or merely saying it in his head, his thoughts just on Spencer’s hardness drilling into his prostate, his hand now gripped in his hair, his soft voice telling him how perfect he is, his chest pressing up against his, how badly he wants him to finish deep inside of him, just Spencer Spencer Spencer.
And that’s the only thing he manages to say, as Spencer moves faster and faster into him until Ricky feels everything rush to his dick, ecstasy taking over his body and his mind as he squeezes his arms and legs around Spencer even tighter, getting as much contact as he possibly can as his orgasm engulfs him.
Spencer was already getting close himself, but with Ricky arching against him, his limbs wrapped around his body, pulling them close, everything becoming so much tighter , his orgasm was fast approaching.
He starts to slow down, thinking he can pull out and finish himself, not wanting Ricky to get uncomfortable with the continued stimulation since he’d already reached his orgasm, but Ricky isn’t releasing him from his hold, keeping his arms and legs wrapped around him.
“Keep going,” Ricky says through panting breaths. “It’s okay, I want it.”
That was all the permission Spencer needed, and he picks up his pace, not going as deep but moving faster and faster as he chases his orgasm.
It doesn’t take long to hit him, moaning into Ricky’s neck with a few last quick thrusts before slowing down to empty himself into him.
He goes still, pressing his forehead against Ricky’s collarbone as he catches his breath, while Ricky rubs circles on his back and slowly lowers his legs until they’re intertwined with Spencer’s.
Spencer had all of his weight on top of Ricky at this point, but he didn’t mind. If he could find a way to get Spencer under his skin he would. Here they laid, chests rising into each other as they breathed, and it still wasn’t close enough for Ricky.
Spencer finally stirs, raising his head up, slipping out of Ricky and rolling over onto his side, but stays close enough to lay his leg over Ricky’s and press his chest against Ricky’s side.
Spencer reaches to pull the pillow out from under Ricky, who shifts to let him free it, then throws it somewhere behind him, probably finding a place in the floor.
He looks around for the towel to clean them off, both of them being smeared with Ricky’s release, but it seems to have gotten lost in all the action.
“I’d offer to clean you up, but I don’t know where the towel went,” Spencer says, giving up on his search for it.
“I guess you’ll just have to make up for it when we take a shower,” Ricky teases.
“Careful, that teasing might get you a round two after the shower.”
“And what if it does?”
“Then we’d have to take another one after, and the cycle continues.”
“I fail to see the problem.”
Spencer smiles. He doesn’t mind the idea either.
“As lovely as that sounds, I don’t think either of us have the energy to get very far,” he decides, moving to sit up beside Ricky.
“That, I can’t deny,” Ricky replies, watching as Spencer scoots off the bed and gets to his feet.
“Maybe I wasn’t done cuddling,” Ricky pouts.
“Maybe, but cuddling is probably going to lead to sleeping, and I don’t want to fall asleep gross and not be able to shower in the morning before bus call,” Spencer explains, taking Ricky’s hand as he does.
“And we need to get everything out of the floor,” he adds, looking around at the mess of discarded clothing surrounding the bed.
“I don’t think we put it all there.”
Spencer’s only reply is to smack him lightly on the thigh, making Ricky giggle.
“C’mon,” he says, tugging on Ricky’s hand to pull him up.
Ricky groans, but begrudgingly gets up, wrapping his arm around Spencer’s shoulder and standing so close to his side that their hips touch.
Spencer puts an arm around Ricky’s waist and leads them towards the bathroom, pressing a kiss to Ricky’s temple and receiving one on his cheek in return.
…
They finished their shower, having scrubbed each other clean of everything that clung to their skin from their lovemaking.
Ricky picked their clothes off the floor while Spencer dried his hair, shoving them into their luggage, even managing to find the bottle of lube and towel that had become lost in the sheets, putting the bottle with their things and the towel with their other dirty ones from their shower.
He found them each a pair of underwear to sleep in, knowing it’s the most Spencer ever sleeps in when he has the choice, and Ricky choosing not to wear anything else, looking forward to his skin being pressed against Spencer’s for the rest of the night.
He puts his own on and lays Spencer’s on the edge of the bed, hearing the hair dryer click off as he rests against the pillows.
Spencer drops his towel from his waist to the floor, and Ricky takes full advantage of the view he’s given. He makes his way to the bed, picking up the underwear Ricky laid out for him.
“Maybe I was gonna sleep naked,” he says, pulling them on before climbing in beside Ricky.
“You could, but we both know where that will get us in the morning, unless you want to be the one to explain why we’re late to bus call.”
“Touché,” Spencer replies, pulling the covers over his legs with Ricky following suit.
“Lay your head on me, I wanna play in your hair,” Ricky says, wanting to enjoy a rare moment of his hair being free of the hairspray he always traps it under.
“Yes sir,” Spencer laughs, resting the side of his face on his chest and laying an arm over him.
Ricky runs his fingers through his hair, with Spencer humming his enjoyment.
It isn’t long before he’s asleep, Ricky hearing his soft snore. He manages to reach the lamp on the nightstand and turn it off without waking him, then carefully adjusts himself into a more comfortable position.
He can feel himself growing sleepy, relaxing as Spencer fills his senses. His smell in his nose, his breathing in his ears, his body at his touch, it eases Ricky, keeping his mind from racing with the million thoughts that try to keep him awake.
He doesn’t know how much longer he stays up, has no idea if it was mere minutes or hours of laying there, listening to Spencer’s breathing.
But what he does know, as his alarm wakes him, is that there’s no better way of falling asleep than that.