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Spence: do u actually want that picture

If Chanse is being completely honest, this doesn't make the Top 10 list for most confusing messages he's received out of nowhere. Not even the Top 10 from Spencer specifically. But it does still give him pause. His response comes after several minutes of trying to figure out if he's missing something.

Chanse: The hell you talking about Spencer

Spence: u know…

Spence: or 

Spence: maybe u dont 

Spence: i was just watching the stream back

Spence: i promised you a picture?

Spence: and i figured u might actually want it lmao

Chanse leans back against the couch as he reads the message, thinking back. They had just done their sleepover livestream today, and he is beginning to recall something like that during their aftershow.

Spencer had been blindfolded, bent over a chair and getting spanked by the whole cast. Now that he's thinking about it, Chanse does recall giving Spencer a particularly harsh slap, (duh, he's no pussy) and Spencer being scandalized from it. He had threatened to send a picture of his ass so he could see the damage he caused.

He kind of assumed it was a joke, and didn't think anything of it. He supposes it probably still was a joke in the moment. But, well…

Chanse: Are you asking if I want to see your ass?

Spence: kinda yeah

Chanse: You're an idiot

Spence: kinda yeah

Spence: sooooooooo

Spence: that wasnt an answer

Chanse huffs, leaning back against the couch. He and Spencer have been having an... interesting time lately. Spencer came out as bisexual a few months ago, to everyone’s surprise… aside from Chanse. He spent a good week after the announcement teasing him about being the most obvious closet case ever. But he spent an equally long amount of time making sure Spencer was actually okay with the jokes, and assuring him to not take that kind of shit from anyone. Anyone aside from Chanse himself, of course.

After that got old, though, Spencer had started going to Chanse more for advice. He had claimed that Chanse being less likely to sugar-coat anything made it easier for him to actually ask him things. And Chanse reveled in it. He’s always loved being the person friends can put their trust in. And while him and Spencer weren’t the closest, it was nice to spend some more time with him. 

It was normal for a while. Spencer would go to Chanse for advice, and Chanse would dish it out happily. He even offered to take Spencer to some new gay clubs to experience them as a newly out man, instead of just a casual ally like he had been previously. And it was really fun. He always knew Spencer was a funny guy, and that they had a lot in common, but it was nice to actually put that into practice. They started hanging out more often, even just in general, and it was pretty freaking sweet.

And then one night the two of them got a bit too tipsy and made out in a bathroom stall.

Which, to be fair, was probably a very valuable experience Spencer needed as a man in the gay scene.

Or maybe Chanse was just telling himself that to feel better about it. Sue him.

The two of them had lengthy conversations after sobering up. A few of them involved some more makeout sessions (Sue both of them, actually, cause Chanse is NOT taking all the blame for that one). But they ultimately decided that while they were attracted to each other, and weren’t against the idea of dating per se, they wanted to hold off on making anything official. Spencer wasn’t really sure if he was actually ready for a relationship, or just eager to get with a man now that he was actually on the market. And Chanse wasn’t interested in tying him down when he still had some exploring to do.

But, you know. Spencer’s really good at kissing. And Chanse knows he’s really good too. So they've landed in a sort of friends with benefits situation, which has been a lot of fun for the both of them.

All this to say... Yeah, Chanse kinda wants to see that ass.

Chanse: Fuck it, sure

Chanse: Release the cheeks

The image comes through quicker than Chanse was expecting. He must have already taken it and just wanted to make sure it was okay to send. That thought would probably be sweet if he wasn't more distracted by the content of the image.

Chanse wasn't usually an ass guy. But he can definitely appreciate a good butt from time to time. And god DAMN, Spencer's was great. Though, he had to admit the picture wasn't doing it much justice. It was better than some other ones he’s seen, for sure, but still a bit amateur. Hell, he didn’t even use a mirror, it looks like he just snapped a picture while he was laying in bed. Chanse will have to give him some pointers later. He's a pro at ass shots if he says so himself.

But, despite the slight blurriness, Chanse can still see the goods just fine. Spencer's ass was, frankly, larger than he had expected. He guesses it's all those layers he wears. The skin was covered in short hairs that don't completely obscure the skin. Like it's been shaved semi-recently. It's even paler than Chanse was expecting, or at least, most of it is. The rest is painted with a few particularly bright handprints. The thought that one of those belonged to him makes Chanse's dick twitch, and he reaches a hand down to palm it through his shorts.

Huh. That's a new one.

Chanse: Dude you need to learn how to take thirst pictures

Chanse: But it’s decent

Spence: decent?

Spence: ouch

Spence: now my butt hurts physically AND emotionally

Chanse: I mean the quality smartass

Chanse: Your ass is nice

Spence: just nice?

Spence: 🙁

Chanse: Boy if you don’t

Chanse watches the typing symbol pop up and then disappear after several seconds. He waits a few seconds, only for it to not reappear.

Chanse: ?

Chanse: What was that?

Spence: what was what

Chanse: Yeah don't even try it

Chanse: You were typing way too long for it to be nothing

Chanse has to wait another several seconds before Spencer finally responds.

Spence: was just gonna say maybe u should spank me again

Spence: if im making u mad

Spence: wink wink

Chanse scoffs, a bit of a smirk crossing his face at the thought.

Chanse: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Spence: uh yeah

Spence: no duh

Spence: kinda why i said it

Chanse takes a moment to take a selfie of himself, expression completely blank. He sends it off to Spencer.

Chanse: Do you see how surprised I am?

Spence: whatever man

Spence: ill never be vulnerable again

Spence: ever

Spence: in my entire life

Chanse: Asking me to beat your ass is vulnerable?

Spence: maybe a little bit

Spence: i mean

Spence: its a genuine offer

Spence: if ur interested

Spence: and if not we can pretend this never happened

Chanse is taken aback by that, honestly. He and Spencer have been messing around, but nothing too crazy. They haven't even gone any further than handjobs yet, and now he's wanting to add some kinky shit to the mix? 

…He'd be lying if he wasn't a bit interested  though. He has to adjust himself a bit as his dick seems to urge him to agree. That stupid bitch was always pretty convincing.

Chanse: You're not touching yourself to this right now are you?

Spence: dude what

Spence: no

Spence: not yet anyway 🫣

Chanse scoffs out a laugh, and presses the call button instead of sending another message. Spencer answers immediately.

“Got sick of typing,” Chanse explains before Spencer can even say hi. “Figured you wouldn't have wanted to answer if you were… busy.”

“Okay. Fair. I probably still would have though.”

“I don’t know whether that’s gross or hot as hell.”

“Well, I would hope it’s not. Unless you’re into gross?”

“This ain’t about what I’m into right now, Spencer.”

“Oh. Right. About, uh…”

“I'm not saying no. But I'm also not saying yes yet. I need to know exactly what you're asking me for before I agree.” Chanse knows full well Spencer is gonna get embarrassed and dance around the subject unless he leads the conversation. And he's a little too hard right now to want to deal with that. He’s not about to get edged… not without discussing it first.

“Okay, yeah, yeah. What- what do you wanna know?”

“...Everything,” Chanse says, like it’s the most simple thing in the world. He shakes his head when Spencer doesn’t immediately respond. “Like- Okay. Start with what exactly you liked, I guess. We can work from there.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. It- it was… scary, but, like, in a hot way? I wasn’t, like…” Chanse hears some faint shuffling like Spencer tried making a gesture that he obviously can’t see.  “I don’t know. I didn’t have a boner up there or anything. Not a huge one anyway-”

“Spencer.”

“Yeah, okay, sorry. Couldn’t resist.” Chanse can practically hear his grin through the phone. “But seriously, like… I don’t know. I kinda always thought it was more funny than anything, people wanting to get spanked. That’s why I suggested this whole thing. But, uh… I think I started to get it?”

Chanse raises an eyebrow, leaning back into the couch. Spencer groans a bit after some silence.

“It’s hard to explain!” Spencer practically whines, and it makes Chanse’s face heat up just a tad. “I don't know if it was, like, the pain or the- the… ritual? I guess I wanna… try it again. Like, less publicly. And figure out what was up.”

There’s a beat of silence as Chanse thinks, before Spencer cuts back in again.

“But- but, like I said. It’s fine if you’re not up for it, I know it’s weird. I just-”

“Cut that out,” Chanse interjects, and Spencer immediately shuts up. “I didn’t say anything. You don’t have to put yourself down. What was rule number one for hitting up guys?”

“...Block them if they said their dick unprompted?”

There’s another beat of silence as Chanse purses his lips. Damn. “...Rule number two?”

“Bring my own condoms cause I can’t trust bitches to be safe?”

Chanse sputters indignantly. “You know damn well that’s not what I’m trying to say! Rule number ONE is that you gotta be fucking confident! Be upfront about what you want!”

Spencer laughs loudly into the phone, and Chanse smirks triumphantly before continuing. “Trust me, Spencer. I’ve been offered things you couldn’t even come up with in your nightmares. I can handle a little spank-play.”

“You can handle it? Is that a yes?” The giddiness in his tone is almost too much for Chanse to handle, and he huffs.

“...You know what? Fuck it. When are you free?”

*****

There's plenty of time in between their conversation and a chance for them to actually get together for Spencer to back down if he changes his mind. But he doesn't. In fact, Spencer seems almost too excited for it, given the way he acts around Chanse in the office the following days.

Chanse catches the guy staring at him several times, a subtle look of desire in his eyes Chanse only recognizes from their various nights of fun. But, Chanse isn't that easy. He never offers Spencer any more than a wink, which just seems to rile the poor guy up even more. He almost feels bad. Almost.

Chanse revels in the attention, honestly. He knows the effect he has on guys, but the way Spencer is so bad at hiding it is so cute, and a huge ego boost. He almost selfishly wants to prolong the wait, just to keep the other man squirming under his thumb. But, while Chanse may be a bitch, he's certainly not cruel. Not without consent, anyhow.

It takes about a week for the pair's schedule to line up, and frankly even Chanse is a bit antsy by then. Not that he would ever show it. Chanse offers to host, and tells Spencer to show up at 8:30. He doesn't do much to prepare, just makes sure his roommates are far away, and cleans up the living room a bit.

It's 8:07 when Chanse's phone dings.

Spence: 🙈

Spence: i may or may not be outside your apartment already

Spence: and people may or may not be starting to stare 

Spence: so can i come in now or r u still getting ready

Chanse: You're impossible

Chanse: Give me a minute

Chanse can't help but roll his eyes, tossing his phone on the couch as he heads out of his apartment to meet Spencer down at the front. He opens the door and spots him standing awkwardly in front of it. He gives a nervous grin and a wave.

“Hey, bro.”

Chanse scoffs, grabbing Spencer by the wrist and pulling him in. “Were you just waiting out there the whole time?”

“Uh.” Spencer just completely lets Chanse drag him through the halls, following along obediently. It drives Chanse crazy in a way that surprises even him, but he can't unpack that right now. Not until they get inside, anyhow.

“I'll take that as a yes. You're hopeless sometimes.”

“Come on, cut me some slack. Didn't wanna seem too desperate.”

“Kinda seem a little desperate right now, my guy.”

“Is it, like, sexy desperate at least? Or just pathetic?”

Chanse hums dramatically like he has to think about it, turning on his heel to look Spencer over. He watches him subtly straighten his posture as if to look more confident. Cute.

“...Both?” is what Chanse settles on, looking back up at his face to gauge his reaction. “I mean, pathetic can absolutely be sexy on the right guy.”

Spencer blinks, and Chanse can't quite tell what he's thinking until he opens his mouth. “Am- am I the right guy?”

Chanse just smirks, turning back to finish the walk to his front door, this time leaving Spencer to follow. “I invited you, did I not?”

Chanse doesn't look back to check, but he can hear the quick, clumsy footsteps trying to catch back up as he unlocks his door and walks in, leaving it open for him. He waltzes in with practiced movements, and doesn’t turn back to Spencer until he’s at his couch, sitting down calmly. He watches him fumble with his jacket, and hang it up on a hook on the wall.

Once Spencer is ready, he kind of just… stands awkwardly near the door. Looking at Chanse with those wide eyes of his. It’s kind of irritating how sweet it is. That’s a grown ass man, Chanse should not be getting cuteness aggression towards him. He raises a brow silently, and gets no response. 

“...Are you gonna keep me waiting, or come sit down already?”

“Right. Right. Yeah.”

Spencer shuffles over quickly, plopping down next to Chanse, and runs a hand through his hair. He seems even more nervous than before, and Chanse feels the urge to grab him and shake him a bit, but he refrains. That probably wouldn’t help. Instead he just looks over at him expectantly. “Are you sure you’re good with all this, man?”

“Yes. Yes, I am. Uhm. Good. I’m good.”

“...Spencer.”

“I am! Really!” Spencer turns his body fully towards Chanse now, leaning a bit closer. “I- I really wanna do this. Like, a lot. Almost- almost too much. That’s why I’m so nervous. I think.”

“How the hell can you wanna do something too much?” Chanse doesn’t intend to sound accusatory, but he can’t help himself from asking. That just genuinely seems contradictory to him. Spencer shrugs in response.

“I, uh. I mean, I guess that’s a good point. It’s just weird, yeah? I’ve never done anything like this, but, uh. Well I’ve done some… research the past few days,” he admits, complete with air quotes. Chanse catches his meaning immediately, and just smirks, nodding so that he continues. “And it was- Fuck, it was, like, really good. And I don’t want to freak you out or anything by being… too into it?”

Chanse nods some more, waiting just in case Spencer had more to say. When nothing comes, he just waves his hand vaguely. “Spencer, if I was gonna be freaked out, I wouldn’t have said yes. You realize that, right?”

“Uhm.”

“...Can you realize it right now?”

“Okay. Yeah. Realizing.”

“Are you actually realizing it, or are you just saying that?”

“...Uhm?”

Okay. Chanse can’t hold back his laugh at that one, and Spencer seems to lighten up just a bit, giggling along with him. “I’m being serious here, jackass,” Chanse scoffs, crossing his arms once his laughing dies down. “You’re fine. I agreed to this. And you know damn well I’m not the type to just go along with some shit like this to be nice. I’m interested too, you know.”

“...Okay, yeah. That’s true,” Spencer relents, giving a more genuine smile that makes Chanse’s stomach flip. “Thanks.”

Chanse takes his victory and just shrugs it off, wanting to change the subject before things get too sentimental. “So. Research? Tell me about that.”

Chanse watches Spencer’s cheeks go red, and chuckles at his poor attempt at hiding it. “I watched porn? I’m, uh… not sure what else there is to say about that. You want the jackoff reports?”

Chanse playfully hums, sticking a finger in his mouth to bite.

“Maybe later…” he teases with a giggle. “But, seriously. Did it help you figure out what you want specifically?”

“Oh. Uh- well, not really? I mean, I liked most of them, so, uh. It’s probably the whole thing in general. But I also liked- I liked the ones where they were, uh… like, roleplaying? And calling them naughty and shit. So maybe it’s a humiliation thing too?”

Chanse tilts his head. “What, you want me to go all daddy on you?

Spencer pulls a face, shaking his head. “Not… exactly? Uh, no offense if you’re into that. But I think calling you… that during this would bring back some very un-horny memories.”

Chanse mimics Spencer’s expression. “...Eugh. Yeah, noted. But that’s probably for the best. I mean, look at me. Do you really think I’m giving daddy?”

“Hey, man. I think you could give daddy,” Spencer counters, a sly grin crossing his face.

“Uh huh. Sure.”

“It’s 2025, Chanse! You gotta broaden your mind! Get woke!”

“I’m not broadening shit! I don’t wanna be a damn daddy!”

Spencer just devolves into giggles at that, and Chanse can’t help but laugh along with him. 

“But- But seriously,” Spencer starts after he manages to calm down. “I think I’d get overwhelmed anyway. Uh, trying to make it, like, a whole scene. So maybe let’’s just keep it simple? For- for our first time anyway.”

“Our first time? Someone’s confident.” Chanse leans in a bit closer, and Spencer averts his gaze, trying to hide his growing blush. 

Obviously Chanse can’t let him have that. He reaches forward to grab his chin and tilt his head back to get a good look. Spencer lets out a shaky breath, and Chanse sucks it in, taking that air for himself. He's silent for a few moments, letting Spencer squirm before letting go, patting his cheek twice.

 “I’m fucking with you, man. Lighten up. It’s good that you’re this eager. Makes me wanna please you.”

Spencer makes a show of gulping exaggeratedly, nodding his head up and down and everything. “God. Don’t- don't get me too hard, bro, we’re not even in the room yet.”

Chanse can’t help but try sneaking a peek, but he can’t really tell if Spencer’s joking or not with the way his legs are crossed. “Boo, you’re no fun.” He slumps back into the couch, sliding down dramatically. “But, anyway, we still got some stuff to go over.”

Spencer chuckles, shaking his head. “Didn’t think it’d be this much work to get my ass beat, man.”

“Quiet.”

Spencer sticks his tongue out, and Chanse can't help but scoff. “You're such a brat. I'm trying to be serious here, you've never done anything like this, right?”

“No. Uh. Have you?”

“Kind of,” Chanse admits with a shrug. “I've been dommed a few times, but I wasn't super into it. Figure I might like it more being in charge.”

Spencer nods slowly, his blush spreading as Chanse can only assume his imagination runs wild. “Guess it's my lucky day, then. I really, really wanna see you in charge.”

“Uh, yeah, no shit,” Chanse teases, sitting back up, and jabbing a finger at Spencer's chest. “And luckily I'm gonna show you, if you let me finish.” Spencer's hand flies to his mouth, stifling a laugh. Chanse gives him an unamused look. “Yeah, yeah, I heard it too. But shut up and listen, okay? We need to set up some limits and shit.”

“Fair enough. But, uh, I don’t have any yet? You know, first time and all.” 

“I don't mean just about spanking, dumbass. I mean in general too. Anywhere you don’t want me to touch, or anything you don't want me to do? We haven't really talked about it yet in general.”

Spencer thinks about that for a moment, before shrugging. “I don't know… uh, my nipples are kind of sensitive, so be careful with them? Like, you can touch them, just, uh… maybe don't yank on them?”

Chanse looks at him silently, waiting for him to continue. He doesn't.

“...Uh? That's it?”

“Yeah, I think so. I'm down to try almost anything at least once,” he says calmly, and Chanse is almost impressed.

“...Kay. Respect. I doubt mine will come up tonight, but I'll give you them anyway just so you’re not the only one being vulnerable. One, I don't do breathplay. Giving or receiving. Two, I hate getting my hair pulled. And three, don’t hit me or anything without asking first. I gotta be in the mood for it.”

Spencer nods, his eyebrows furrowed together just slightly, like he's committing it to memory. God damnit, he's gotta stop being so cute. “Okay. Yeah, got it. I won't do that. I mean, I'd rather you do those last two to me anyway.”

Chanse lets out a huff of air, shoving the other man in the shoulder, making him sway just a bit. “Yeah, I bet you would. Bottom.”

“Hey, I am not! Not entirely, anyway…” Spencer rubs at his shoulder, acting like the push had hurt him. “Not my fault you're such a hot top.”

Chanse practically preens at that. Usually people just look at him and think he's too feminine to be anything but a sub. And, while he certainly doesn't mind getting his back blown out, he can do the blowing out like a champion too. He's at a point in his life where he can say he's pretty confident in himself, so it's not like he needs validation or anything. But, you know. He's not about to complain about it either. It's nice to be seen.

“That would be my bad!” Chanse says, almost giddy. “And I'm not sorry.”

“Don't be. You can be sorry for keeping me waiting so much instead.”

“Yeah, no. Not sorry for that either. Just one more thing.” Spencer pouts dramatically, crossing his arms. Chanse just scoffs, and flicks him in the forehead. “And then I can spank you all you want. You need a safeword.”

Spencer lets out a soft whine, rubbing at his forehead. “Yeah, yeah, fair enough. Jar Jar Binks.” 

Chanse blinks. “Okay. Several issues. One, that's three words.”

Spencer shrugs. “Jar could work too, I guess.”

Chanse feels the urge to push back, but just starts babbling uselessly, voice trailing off. 

“...You know what? I don't care actually. Sure. Jar.”

Spencer grins widely, and looks at Chanse expectantly. “So…”

Chanse rolls his eyes, standing up with a sigh. “Yeah. I’m done with my spiel. Let’s go.” Spencer nods excitedly, and doesn’t waste a second before practically running to Chanse’s room. Chanse makes a noise of disbelief, and follows behind him. “Ay! Wait for me, bitch!”

Spencer stops on his heels in the middle of the room, turning around to face Chanse with a frown. “Come ooooooon, then! I’ve waited enough!”

Chanse scoffs, stomping into the room, and closing the door behind him. “I’ll show you enough. Get those pants off if you wanna start so damn quickly.”

Chanse sets his hands on his hips, watching as Spencer reaches for his belt, fumbling with it a bit. Chanse’s eye twitches, getting impatient himself at this point.

“You need help or something?” Spencer jumps slightly at the question, but his shock doesn’t last  very long. Chanse catches a mischievous smirk break out on the other man’s face. The asshole has the gall to hold eye contact as he slips the belt back through the loop, re-buckling it. He raises his hands, and tips his hips forward, waving them tauntingly.

“Need? No. Want? Yeah.”

Chanse holds back a growl. Spencer’s lucky he loves himself a challenge. He stalks forward, roughly grabbing Spencer by the waist, and pulling him in closer, their bodies flushed together. Chanse takes note of the very clear hardon pressing into him, and doesn’t miss the squeal he lets out. He leans in to silence him with a kiss, lashing his tongue against the other man’s lips. They eagerly open, inviting it inside to explore. He feels Spencer’s hands coming up against his chest and gripping the fabric tightly. He nips at Spencer’s lips, letting muscle memory take over as he expertly rips his belt off. He only allows himself to break the kiss once he’s done, tossing it  off to the side. 

“Fuck- fuck, dude-” Spencer sputters out, eyes fluttering open, and falling down to Chanse’s lips. “You’re… real good at that.”

“Yeah. I know. Now bend the hell over,” Chanse orders with a smirk, popping Spencer’s fly open, and backing him up against the bed. Spencer nods obediently, tugging his jeans down, and rushing to kick them into the corner of the room. He climbs up on the bed, getting on all fours, and eagerly turns his head back. If he had a tail, Chanse is sure it would be wagging.

Chanse snickers to himself as he climbs up alongside him, getting on his knees, and positioning himself next to Spencer. He trails a finger from one of the now visible tattoos on his legs, up to the bottom of his boxers, flicking them up lightly so he can watch him shiver. He reaches for the waistband this time, tugging on it and letting it snap back against his skin. 

Spencer lets out an honest to God whine, wiggling his hips. “Chaaaaaaaaanse! Just- Just pull them off already!”

“Patience,” Chanse starts, each hand finding a perch on one of Spencer's cheeks, grabbing them experimentally. Another whine comes out, and he watches Spencer lean back, like he's trying to press himself even further into Chanse's grip. “I want to ease into it, horndog. Behave yourself.”

Spencer huffs, turning his head back to give a pout. “Yeah, well, what if I don’t wanna behave?”

Chanse keeps his dominant hand in its place on Spencer’s ass, and uses the other’s fingers to walk up Spencer’s back. “If you do, maybe you can get a reward once your punishment’s over.”

“Like, another reward? Other than the punishment?”

Chanse huffs, his hand reaching Spencer's head, and tugs lightly on his hair. He lets out a moan, and clearly tries to pretend he didn't from how he clamps his mouth shut halfway through. Damn. Chanse didn’t even pull that hard. He’s learning a lot about Spencer tonight. “You know what I mean, dumbass. Yes, another reward.”

Spencer lets out a huff and shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, fine. I won't be a complete asshole. But if you want me to be good, you gotta work for it.”

“Oh, I gotta work for it? I gotta work for it, bitch?” Chanse scoffs, his voice getting higher in the way it does when he's playing up his anger for effect. He huffs, holding back the urge to pull Spencer's hair again, instead just grabbing the waistband of his boxers again, and tugging on it. Spencer yelps, shifting his hips when the fabric gets caught on his dick, allowing Chanse to try again and get them down successfully. “You realize you asked me to be in charge here, yeah?”

“...Yeah,” Spencer admits, shooting a shit-eating grin over his shoulder. “So? It's not as fun if I just submit right away, is it?”

…He has a point. But Chanse is too stubborn to admit it. Especially if he's gonna have to really pull out his dom skills here. He doesn't get to show them off very often, so maybe it'll be fun to let loose a bit. Show this guy who's boss. “Fine. Be like that. I'll have you begging soon anyway. If you're ready to start, shall I demonstrate?”

“Dude, I've been ready for days. Just do it already.” Spencer completes the request by shaking his ass tauntingly. It works almost too well on Chanse. His butt is, obviously, much more enticing in real life than in that photo and it makes Chanse excited to get his hands on it. 

“Okay, dude, you asked for it. Hurt coming down in five… four…” Chanse calls out in a low, almost playful voice, grinning widely as he rears his hand back.

“Three!” Chanse brings his hand down against Spencer’s left cheek before he can finish bracing himself, eliciting a sharp gasp from his lips. His body jerks forward in response to the slap, but he otherwise doesn’t respond. Chanse’s hand stays in its place on Spencer’s ass as he awaits a reaction. 

After a few moments, Spencer clears his throat. “…Again?”

Chanse smirks, and gives another smack to Spencer’s other cheek. This time the sound he makes is more muffled. His face is hidden, but if Chanse had to guess, he’s biting his lip. Chanse isn’t hitting him hard enough yet to leave any marks, but he studies the way his skin almost ripples at each hit. “You like it?”

“It’s- uh- it’s okay. It’s a start, anyway,” Spencer coughs out, trying to feign nonchalance. That just earns him another whack.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?” Chanse huffs, grabbing his cheek roughly, making him almost squeal.

“You-  you heard me…” Spencer shoots another look back, and Chanse can catch just how red his face is. Despite the blush, his smile is still cocky. “That wasn't even- those were lighter than the one you gave me on stream. And I don’t even have anything to protect me this time!”

“I can't just start wailing on you, man! I'm gonna bruise you or something! We gotta build up to it!”

“I didn't say you couldn't bruise me-EEE!” he squeals as Chanse smacks him again mid-sentence.

“Shut your damn mouth already.”

“Agh…Or… Or what?”

Chanse feels his eye twitch. He knows, obviously, that Spencer is just trying to get under his skin so that he’ll get what he wants. And the petty side of him wants to deny him that, and make him beg for it instead. But, honestly, this whole bratting thing is really doing it for him. So he responds in kind.

Spencer bucks forward as Chanse hits him harder. It’s still not as painful as Spencer probably wants yet, but they're definitely getting somewhere. This time Chanse doesn’t give him an opportunity to talk back before his palm strikes again, spanking him just fast enough to interrupt any words he may have. He doesn’t count them, but he’s sure it’s less than ten more hits before Spencer squeaks out a particularly loud ‘ow’. Chanse pauses.

“Still decent?”

Spencer lets out a low, almost guttural sound, swaying side to side wordlessly. Chanse grips directly onto the faint handprint he had just left to prompt an answer, and Spencer groans. 

“Okay, yeah! That’s- That's better, yeah. Happy?”

Chanse hums like he was thinking, releasing his grip, and rubbing his hand along Spencer’s skin gently. Spencer lets out a sigh, and Chanse can feel his body relax slightly. “For now. Maybe. Are you?”

Spencer nods. “Uh- yeah. Pretty happy. This- this is almost exactly how I imagined it, honestly.”

“Almost?” Chanse presses, giving another swat before Spencer answers.

“Mmff- fuuuuck… It- it’s nothing. This- this is great. Just keep going?”

Chanse clicks his tongue, smacking his hand down again. “Wrong answer. I’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

“Yeowch!” Spencer whines, shooting a glare back at Chanse. “Come oooooon… It- it’s embarrassing…”

Chanse is completely silent, but cocks an eyebrow so intensely that he can hear the little cartoon sound effect to it in his mind. 

“…Okay, yeah, whatever. This is embarrassing enough already,” Spencer relents even before Chanse has to say a word. “I don’t know, like…. all the videos I’ve watched had the top, like… manhandling the other guy. And- and bending them over their laps and shit. But this is- this is fine too.”

Chanse hums, absentmindedly rubbing circles on Spencer’s ass as he thinks this new info over. “Thought you didn’t want me to go all daddy on you, man. Would you like that?” he teases. 

“That's not- ah, fuck, that's not the same thing. You can- you can do that shit in a non-daddy way-”

Chanse spanks Spencer again. He yelps, bucking forward, clearly caught off guard. “Don’t dodge the question, man! Do you want that or not?”

Spencer’s head goes back forward, dropping down. “…I mean. I wouldn’t say no, but, it’s really fi-iiiiiIIIII—!” 

Chanse doesn’t let Spencer continue, grabbing him by the hair and tugging him upright. Spencer lets out a sharp gasp, and turns towards Chanse with wide eyes, mouth agape. Chanse catches a glimpse of Spencer’s very erect dick twitch at the movement, and breaks out into a cocky smirk. Chanse keeps his grip on Spencer’s curls, pulling him in a bit closer to hold some intense eye contact.

“Yes. Or. No.” Spencer nods emphatically, and Chanse clicks his tongue. “Use your words.”

“Yyyyyes. Yes. Please, Chanse. I want it.” 

Chanse smiles innocently, before scooting himself over towards the edge of the bed, and dragging Spencer along with him. He swings his legs over the side, and tugs Spencer forward so that he tips over them. He lets out a quiet ‘oof’ as he lands over Chanse’s lap, ass up. Chanse grins as he feels Spencer’s hard-on pressing into his thigh. “Good boy. Is this better?”

Spencer nods again, and Chanse doesn’t even need to say anything for him to catch himself this time. “Y- yes. Yes. Very much so.”

Chanse smirks, and sets his hand on the back of Spencer's head, petting his curls. Spencer bucks his hips, grinding his dick into his thigh. “That's more like it. Now sit still and be good for me.”

“...No- no promises” Spencer mumbles, but even still Chanse can feel his body go limp, watching as he fidgets with the sheets.

“Well, that won’t do,” Chanse chides, running his hand from Spencer’s shoulder blades back down his back. His touch is soft, just barely grazing his fingers against the skin. Spencer breathes heavily, but doesn’t otherwise react. “Guess I’ll just have to make you, huh?”

Spencer swallows loud enough for Chanse to hear the gulp. Chanse grins, and raises his hand again, feeling him tense up at the loss of contact. He whines softly, which Chanse ignores, staying completely still, waiting to make sure he’s still doing alright.

“...I'd like- I'd like to see you try,” he finally responds. Chanse laughs.

“Oh, I’ll do more than try, baby,” Chanse says with a grin, finally letting his hand fall- this time not holding back nearly as much. Spencer moans loudly, and nods his head a few times. 

“G-guh… Y-yeah, that- Fuck- Th-that’s better,” Spencer mumbles as Chanse watches another mark bloom on his skin, a nice shade of pink peeking out from under the hair. He doesn’t waste any time in spanking him again, starting up a sort of rhythm to go with the melodies of Spencer’s moans of pleasure. Chanse isn’t sure if it’s practiced enough to really count as a song, but it’s certainly music to his ears. 

“Yeah? You like it that much?” Chanse asks in between hits and Spencer’s desperate babbling. He knows the answer, from how Spencer’s already leaking enough pre-cum to soak through Chanse’s pants as he rocks his hips back and forth with each motion. But he wants to hear Spencer say it.

“Y-yyy- Agh- F-Fuuu-!” Spencer yelps at a particularly harsh slap, his leg kicking up in response. “God- don’t- don’t stop, ple-hease–!” 

Chanse huffs lightly, his own dick straining against his pants, and pressing into Spencer’s stomach. He wishes he had the forethought to strip down himself first, but Spencer is having too much fun for him to have the heart to pause now. Besides, it almost adds to it knowing that Spencer is the only one exposed right now. Submitting completely to him. Not something Chanse can often experience, but definitely hot as hell.

Chanse doesn't say anything else, letting his actions speak for himself. Spencer squirms at each hit and he arches his back as if to ask more. He's barely saying anything coherent, mostly just panting and letting out the occasional plea for more. Chanse watches as he leaves brighter marks in his wake, and spreads the hits around, trying to paint his entire ass an even hue.

Chanse only slows down when Spencer’s body jerks a bit too hard, and he chokes out some strangled noises. “A-ANH! W- W-WA- AH-! Hhhh- hold- hold on-” Spencer whines out, breath heavy. “J- Jar–!” 

Chanse’s eyes go wide, and he immediately raises both his hands up and away from Spencer. Spencer lets out a noise that Chanse can’t quite interpret, and bucks over his lap as he tries to catch his breath. Chanse slowly lowers one hand to rub circles on his upper back, which seems to help calm Spencer a bit.

“Sorry, baby, too much?” Chanse asks once Spencer's breathing has calmed down enough.

Spencer groans, shaking his head quickly. “N-No! I- Fuck, it's- s-sorry, it was good. I'm just- I'm so close right now.” He says the last part quickly, voice tapering out into a whine.

Chanse actually pauses at that. Huh. Not what he was expecting.

“And that's… a bad thing?” 

“I- I don't wanna ruin your- your pants, dude.”

“Baby, do you think I was stupid enough to wear my good pants for this?” Chanse sees the shudder at the nickname, and bites back a laugh. “But… if you really don't wanna make a mess… I can think of somewhere we can put it.”

Spencer moans. “That- that voice is NOT helping.”

“You mean my voice?” 

“Fuck off! Yes, your voice!” Spencer groans. “But, uh, what do you mean? S-somewhere to put it?”

Chanse huffs, patting Spencer’s back lightly. “What do you think, dumbass? You don’t wanna cum all over my pants, so I’ll give you somewhere to cum?”

Spencer lets out a few more breaths, before twisting his body up to look at Chanse. Chanse can’t help but notice the redness in his eyes, and the slight wetness of his cheeks. He doesn’t have a chance to comment on them, though, as Spencer stares at him with wide eyes, his mouth in a perfect ‘o’ shape. “Chanse! I- I thought we agreed on- on you being the top tonight?”

Chanse scoffs. “Not my bootyhole, Spencer,” he corrects, watching the other man deflate back down. “I told you rule number-” Chanse mumbles some gibberish that kind of sounds like a number before continuing. “-was no unprepared anal.”

Spencer huffs dramatically, crossing his arms. The effect is a bit lost when he’s still draped over Chanse’s lap with his beaten ass on display. “I’m prepared…” he mumbles.

“Sure you are, bitch. Anyways. Get up, and I can show you what I mean.” Spencer groans again, but does obediently get up. He slouches over and reaches back to rub at the inflamed skin. His cock, however, doesn’t get the memo and stands up straight as ever. Chanse stands up himself, making a sweeping gesture with his hand towards his spot on the bed. 

“Sit down, and I’ll let you use my mouth.” 

Spencer’s knees buckle, and his eyes go wider than Chanse has ever seen them go. He manages to catch himself, looking at Chanse with his mouth wide open. He’s silent for a bit, before letting out a shaky breath he was probably holding way too long. 

“...Epic.”

“…Epic?” Chanse repeats incredulously.

“I was gonna say something even stupider. But I want this too much to risk you changing your mind.”

That gets Chanse to laugh, nodding with his whole body. “You know what? Good choice, good choice.”

“…Do- Do I have to sit down for it, though?”

Spencer moves to grab at his ass again, and Chanse smirks. “Oh? Did I get you good, or did I get you good?”

“...Yeah, yeah, whatever, dude. You got me good.”

Chanse grins victoriously, ushering Spencer over towards the wall, before dropping to his knees. “…You wanna make this a game?”

Spencer perks up at that, and Chanse can’t help but notice his still-leaking cock does too. “A- a game?”

Chanse shrugs, eyeing Spencer’s groin, but not moving to touch it yet. “I mean, were you really about to cum just from a few spankings?”

“Uh, okay, man. First of all it was- it was not a few. Don’t do me like that,” Spencer argues, leaning against the wall as he stares down. Chanse tilts his head up, licking his lips slowly, just enough to get Spencer to let out another groan. “F-fuuuck you, dude. Yes. Yes, I was about to cum. Happy?”

“Very. But, anyway. Do you think you can last for me?”

“No.”

“Uh! Well damn! You're not even gonna try?”

Spencer huffs, sticking his bottom lip out. “What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?”

Spencer pouts some more, looking off to the side as he thinks it over. “…Twenty bucks?” Chanse is about to complain when Spencer breaks out into a toothy grin instead. “…Nah, uh, seriously. How about if I win, you… you have to teach me your skills. So- so I can return the favor.”

“My skills at… sucking dick?”

“Uh, yeah. Those ones. I mean, I imagine they’re pretty good. What with all your experience and all.”

"What the hell!” Chanse gasps, bringing a hand up to his chest, pretending to be scandalized. “…Nah, you right, you right. But, fine. If you can last… let’s say five minutes, then I’ll give you a blowjob lesson. Free of charge.” And, well, even if he doesn’t, Chanse will probably still do it. But Spencer doesn't need to know that.

“But. If my experience and all is too much for you… then…” Chanse pouts, leaning back on his heels as he thinks. He’s not really sure what he can ask for that Spencer wouldn’t just do for him anyway. “…I get a reward. I’ll get back to you on what that is.”

“Okay,” Spencer agrees immediately, licking his lips. “Whatever gets me sucked the fastest, man.”

Chanse rolls his eyes, but shifts slightly to slip his phone out of his back pocket, opening up the clock app. “Hold your damn horses,” he chides, but does go as fast as he can anyway. He’s been itching to get that thing in his mouth for awhile, honestly. 

Spencer’s dick isn’t anything to write home about, honestly. Chanse has seen enough in his day to call himself a bit of a connoisseur. Now, he wouldn’t go so far as to call himself a size queen, or anything. But… if someone else were to say it, they would be right. Spencer’s, while not tiny, was certainly on the smaller side of the spectrum from what Chanse has seen. And, well, Chanse can’t lie and say he's never turned a dude away for being that small. God forbid a guy have preferences.

But, something about it makes Chanse want it in him anyway. Maybe it's the singular ball hanging under it. It was a little off-putting at first, but he’s grown used to, and almost even fond of it. Adds some personality. But more likely than that, it's because of the man it's attached to. That, however, is not a thought Chanse is going to entertain right now. He's too hot and bothered to be thinking about anything other than deepthroating some cock.

He sets a timer for five minutes, looking up at Spencer, who just nods furiously. He clicks the start button, and tosses it onto the floor next to them.

Chanse pushes some of his hair out of his face, before leaning in to start. He doesn't waste any time, collecting some saliva on his tongue, and letting it pool out onto the top of Spencer's dick. It jerks back a bit, and Chanse grabs Spencer's thighs to keep him in place. “No cheating, asshole,” Chanse scolds, voice hot and breathy as he speaks directly into the head as if it was a microphone. He glances up for only a moment, just barely catching the hand clamped over Spencer's mouth before he goes back in.

Chanse swirls his tongue around the shaft, making sure to wet every inch of it. Each lick is delicate, but purposeful. His movements are practiced and damn near perfect, if he says so himself. And, if Spencer’s twitches and muffled moans are anything to go off of, he would say so too. 

Spencer lets out a quiet ‘fuck’ as Chanse finally takes in the entire head in his mouth, before slipping it back out. Might not be a great idea to tease him when he’s on a timer, but it’s just too easy. Spencer’s hand clenches at his side, and he watches it shake as he slips his dick back in between his lips, going just a bit further than last time. He sucks some pre out of the head, letting it swish around his mouth as he goes back and forth. This time he keeps sucking for a good bit, and only comes up for air. 

Spencer's hips jerk at each movement, but Chanse manages to keep him in place. The way he's back to panting tells Chanse that he's already back on the edge, and he can't help but smile at that thought. He presses a kiss directly onto the slit of Spencer's dick that makes him squeal. He moves forward, leaving a trail of kisses along the shaft, and then down to his ball. He lashes at it with his tongue, and even takes it into his mouth to suck on a bit. It's a bit more hairy than Chanse would have liked, but the way Spencer's entire body arches in response is enough for him to put that aside.

“Ngh-! Not- not f-fair–!” Spencer whines, his body starting to shake under Chanse’s grip. “F-Feeeelssss… s-so gooooood-” he groans, having completely given up on trying to stay quiet.

Chanse grins, and reaches one hand up to cup the ball, playing with it as his mouth goes back to Spencer’s dick. He licks at the head a bit before taking in the entire shaft this time. It's not long enough to give him the urge to gag, which Chanse might have been disappointed about had he been with someone else. With Spencer, somehow, it feels perfect.

Chanse isn't even counting the time anymore, just losing himself in the feeling. He bobs his head back and forth, and feels Spencer rocking his hips in tandem with him. He doesn't bite down- even though Spencer said he's good with anything, that's something Chanse would rather discuss beforehand. Instead, he teases it, lightly grazing his teeth along the top as he pulls the cock in and out of his mouth. 

Spencer starts babbling uselessly, one of his hands settles on the back of Chanse’s head. His touch is gentle, but even still his hand retracts like he touched something hot. He lets out a quick apology before instead leaning forward to rest it on his shoulder.

“Shi-hi-hiiit- Ch-Chanse, I- I'm gonna- g-guhhhh…” 

Spencer can’t finish his sentence, clearly too busy trying to finish something else. Luckily, Chanse gets the hint, and lets his eyes go up to meet Spencer's, nodding lightly as he readies himself.

For all of Spencer’s crying and moaning leading up to it, his orgasm is a lot quieter than Chanse had been expecting. His body shudders, and he lets out a low groan, but otherwise Chanse can barely tell it’s even happening. 

Well. You know. Aside from the warm cum gushing into his mouth. The experience isn’t anything new, but it’s still exhilarating that he was able to pull it from Spencer so easily. And, while he didn’t really care about the competition, it is still nice to win. 

He sloshes the cum around a bit. It tastes… alright? Chanse has had better, but he’s also had worse. It’s still nice, despite that. But before he can even start to swallow, he feels two hands resting gently on his face.

“W-wait, d-don't-” Spencer starts, whiny and desperate, as he drops to his knees, getting down to Chanse’s level. “Don't s-swallow yet? Please? I- I wanna…”

Chanse gives him a confused look, cheeks puffed out- both from the cum sloshing around inside, and a bit from annoyance. But he does stop to let Spencer speak anyway, intrigued with where he was going with this.

Spencer gulps, taking a moment to steady his shaking. “I-I've always wanted to- to try something… You- you can- you can say no if you're n-not into it, but, uh, can- can you snowball me?”

Chanse has never heard of that in his entire life. He obviously can't verbally answer, though, so he just gives Spencer a look, which he immediately gets flustered about. Chanse is a bit irritated at having to breathe through his nose and lightly shoves his shoulder, trying to get him to explain. 

“R-right, sorry. Uh- like- can I kiss you? And- and we… share it?”

Chanse blinks. Huh. That's a new one. And definitely kind of weird. But, shockingly, he doesn't feel his boner getting any weaker. So, what the hell. Sure. He gives a shrug, and nods his head to get him to come closer.

Spencer gives that stupid, sexy grin of his, and nods emphatically. He leans in, his tongue hanging out as he pants lightly, almost dog-like. It was really, really hot actually. Almost hot enough for Chanse to forget he's getting sick of holding all this cum. He closes the distance between them, pressing his mouth against Spencer's, who luckily takes the hint. 

Spencer's tongue pokes at the entrance to Chanse’s mouth, and he carefully opens up, doing his best to keep from spilling. Once he feels confident that it won't explode all over the both of them, (hot, but not what he asked for) he leans in, grabbing Spencer's forearms and gently pushing him down so that a good amount of the cum pours into his mouth. He feels him shiver under his grip, and he lightens up slightly, worried he might choke. Spencer's hands instead find their way to Chanse’s face, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Chanse takes that as a green light.

It's an odd feeling, honestly, but not an unwelcome one. Spencer's much more aggressive this time than the first. His tongue cuts through the liquid to lash against Chanse's, and his teeth bite down against it when it ventures too far into him. Almost like he was fighting him for a meal. Another tally in the back of Chanse’s mind. 

Chanse lets out a muffled groan through the kiss, pushing Spencer back as his hands explore his body. They start as his chest, and trail up around his shoulders, and down his back. Spencer shakes against the touches, grabbing onto Chanse's shirt tightly and letting out some muffled whimpers that make his dick strain even harder against his sweatpants. 

They continue struggling against each other for a bit longer before they’re interrupted by Chanse’s timer going off. Chanse opens his eyes for a moment, but Spencer is in his own little world, like he couldn't care less about losing their little game.

He lets out a groan, tugging on Spencer’s shirt a few times to let him know he's done, and he lets out a noise that Chanse thinks is either agreement or disappointment. Probably both. But, either way, Spencer does relent. He sucks in a good amount of the cum, before tilting his head back slightly, trying to detach without spilling. Chanse lets out a noise of disapproval, a bit peeved by Spencer taking most of the liquid for himself. But he still follows Spencer's movements, and the two are able to separate with only a small amount of mess dribbling down their chins as they each swallow the cum they managed to take. 

Chanse quickly reaches over to silence his phone, before scooting back over to Spencer as he's clearly coming down from the high of everything so far.

Chanse stares at Spencer’s mouth for a few moments, watching it open and close dramatically with each breath. Chanse slowly licks at the remnants on his own lips, but quickly decides he didn’t get enough. And, you know what? He deserves to be a little selfish. He won their game after all. He grabs Spencer by the chin, pulling him closer and leaning in to take what he’s dripped onto himself too, eliciting a sharp gasp that just makes him more eager for the taste. He licks at the corners of Spencer's lips, and sucks the sticky mess it’s making of his beard, trying to steal every last drop before Spencer can have it. 

“Fuck, Chanse, please-” Spencer not-so-subtly tilts his head back, and Chanse takes it as an invitation, his mouth traveling lower, chasing the mess down. His neck isn't that bad, the beard having caught most of the cum, but that doesn’t stop Chanse, who keeps moving down. He nips at the other man’s neck all the way to his collarbone, leaving a trail of bright pink marks on his already flushed skin. Spencer just groans, arching his body into him. “Hard- harder. Please, god, I- I want- I need you to mark me, please,” he babbles, Chanse barely making the words out over his own desires. 

“Awfully bossy for the loser,” Chanse taunts in between bites. He pauses to lick at the irritated skin, Spencer letting out an especially low moan almost directly into his ear. “You’re supposed to be rewarding me, aren’t you?”

“I will, I will! Just- come on, man, I said please!” 

Chanse chuckles, and sucks up the saliva he left on Spencer. “Fiiiiiiiine. I guess you've been good enough. But you better make it worth my while, Spence.”

Spencer nods desperately, his arms sliding over Chanse’s shoulders as he scoots closer. Chanse hums, before sinking his teeth into Spencer's neck. He doesn’t bite down hard enough to draw blood or anything, but it’s definitely a bit more strong a bite than Chanse would normally give. Spencer doesn’t seem to mind though, leaning deeper into the touch so he can press his body against Chanse’s. Chanse continues sucking at Spencer’s neck, as he shifts his body awkwardly to grind his now-spent cock against Chanse’s leg. So much for keeping his damn pants dry. 

After a few more seconds of sucking, Chanse releases his mouth from Spencer’s neck, leaning back to get a look at his marksmanship. He can faintly see some indents of his teeth surrounding a bright red mark that he’s sure will bruise up nicely. He leans in to press a gentle kiss into the center of it before pulling back away to gauge the reaction. Spencer moans, curls obscuring his eyes as his head tilts downward, his hands not even trying to release their death grip on Chanse’s shirt. 

“You good, baby?”

“…Yyyyeah- y- yeah. M’good,” he mumbles through ragged breaths. He looks up at Chanse through his messy bangs and flashes a shaky grin. “Mmmmh— More than- th-than good.”

“You need a minute?”

“…Nnnnn- Uh. M-Maybe,” he admits quietly, leaning in to rest his head on Chanse’s shoulder.

“Uh huh. Maybe,” Chanse teases, wrapping his arms around Spencer and pulling him into an embrace. Spencer melts into the touch, his own arms slowly snaking around Chanse’s waist. 

“F- Fine. Yes. I- I need it,” Spencer mumbles into Chanse’s shoulder, and Chanse just grins victoriously, rubbing Spencer’s back as he regains his bearings. 

“Hey. I wasn’t even expecting you to hit two minutes, so, like… You still did pretty good,” Chanse offers, even though he couldn’t really tell how long Spencer lasted. He wasn’t keeping track. But, hey. It was… probably close? 

Chanse feels Spencer’s head shake weakly against his shoulder and hears a muffled groan. “Don’t- Don’t try and m-make me feel better…”

“What, you want me to make you feel worse?”

“Nnnnnnnnot- not… right now. I’m- I’m just gonna get- I’m gonna get another boner.” 

“Okay, bitch.”

Spencer groans again, wrapping around Chanse even tighter. “Calling me th-that… is not much better, man.”

“…Fine. I’ll give you a break.”

“Thanks, bro.”

Chanse pulls a face. “Don’t call me that after you cummed in me, man. You sound so straight.”

Spencer quietly laughs into Chanse’s shoulder, looking up at him with a grin. “Do you kn-know that from experience?”

“I’m not answering that without my lawyer present.”

Spencer just giggles some more, and leans back into Chanse, rocking lightly as he lets himself come down from everything. Chanse just rubs his back with one hand, and petting his hair with the other. Spencer almost purrs at the affection, pressing deeper into Chanse as he does.

It takes awhile for Spencer to shift in Chanse’s arms, both of them having lost themselves in the moment. He peeks up at Chanse with those wide eyes of his, and Chanse just cocks an eyebrow in response.

“Do- uh-” Spencer starts hesitantly. “Do you want that reward now…?”

“Are you sure you can even handle round two, man?”

“No.”

Spencer says it so bluntly, that Chanse bursts into laughter, leaning back before Spencer pulls him back in. 

“BUT! I- I wanna try anyway. If- If it gets too much I’ll say something? Please? Please? Please? Plea-”

“OKAY, OKAY!” Chanse swats at Spencer’s arm lightly to shut him up. “I’ll do it if you just shut your damn mouth!”

Spencer’s smile widens, and he shimmies his shoulders triumphantly. “I always wi-iiiiin.”

“I'm gonna beat you. And in a non sexy way this time.”

“Dunno’ if that's possible, man.”

“Is that a compliment, or are you just saying you're horny?”

“Hey, it can be both. I have multitudes, Chanse!”

Chanse rolls his eyes, and Spencer looks up at him with puppy dog ones.

“But- uh- anyway. About that reward…?”

Chanse sighs, disentangling himself from Spencer (even if he has to push a little forcefully to get the other man off of him). He stands up, pulling Spencer along with him as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Spencer hesitates a bit, but does the same after a couple seconds. “What, you have something in mind?”

Spencer squirms slightly. “Well, you haven't came yet, yeah? Do… Do you want somewhere to put it?”

“Bitch, you only got the blowjob lesson if you won! It's not a reward for me if you don't know how to suck me right,” Chanse complains, crossing his arms over his chest. Is it a bit childish of him? Maybe. But Chanse doesn't really care. They had an agreement, and he wants his damn prize… even if the thought of fucking Spencer’s face is getting his dick hard again. Maybe another day.

“I didn't say my mouth.”

Chanse squints, and Spencer just keeps looking up at him with those wide eyes of his. “...Huh?”

“My fucking- my butt, dude.”

“Spencer, I just told you no unprepared anal!”

“And I just told you, I am prepared!”

Chanse purses his lips. “...Explain.”

“I used that fucking- that list you gave me of safe foods, or whatever. And- and I gave myself an enema before coming over and everything. I’m not- I’m not stupid,” he adds with a pout, like Chanse is the one being weird right now.

Chanse leans back, resting his hands behind him on the bed. “...So you were planning on asking me to fuck you, then?” 

Spencer doesn’t answer immediately, blinking at Chanse a few times. Chanse raises an eyebrow, and makes a ‘go on’ gesture. “Am I, uh… Am I still sexy pathetic if it was just- just in case?”

Chanse can't help the lopsided smile that crosses his face at that. “...Damn, you really had a lot of faith in this spanking thing, huh?”

“Well. Uh. I mean- no, yeah for suuuure. It was that- It was that part.”

Chanse gives Spencer a look. He coughs into his arm, and looks off to the side innocently.

“...Okay, I knew I would like it. But, I, uh… I’ve kinda been doing all this, uh, every time we meet up? You know, just- just in case… you ever wanted to ask. Or something.”

“Just in case I wanted to ask, he says,” Chanse scoffs, voice light and teasing. Spencer just gets more flustered.

“You- You’re the top right now! You’re the one who’s supposed to call the shots!” 

The worst part is Spencer sounds pretty genuine here. And as a Professional Bottom™ (most of the time), Chanse can’t even blame the guy. Because, well, yeah, that kinda is just how it is in these kinds of spaces most of the time. His raised hand slowly moves to tuck some curls behind his ear. 

“Yeah, maybe…” he starts with a high pitched, playful tone, before going back to his regular voice. “But you still gotta be honest about what you want, dumbass. I wasn’t about to push you into something you’re not ready for. I mean, have you even had anything in your ass before?”

“...My fingers?”

Chanse fights the urge to throw something at him.

“I'm gonna ignore that. You know damn well those little things aren't comparing to a penis.”

Chanse can see Spencer gearing up to make some stupid ass joke, and holds his hand out. “Not my penis, anyway,” he says playfully, making Spencer shrug.

“I mean, I guess it’s not too bad.”

“Now I know your ass isn’t talking about my dick right now.”

“Hey!” 

“Quiet. I just sucked the life out of that thing, you know damn well I’m not insulting it.”

Spencer pouts, but doesn’t argue, just nodding slightly. “Fair…”

“Thought so, bitch. Now. You’re lucky I’m in a real good mood, cause I’m willing to try this. But you do realize how stupid it is to go right to anal? Hell, not even a dildo first?”

“I don’t own one, dude. Unless you wanna donate…?”

Chanse rolls his eyes, and wiggles his eyebrows at Spencer. “Not gonna work, dude. I don’t got anything small enough for you.”

“They’re all bigger than you?”

“Uh… yeah.”

Spencer blinks. “…That’s hot.”

“I’m well aware. Not for your first time, though. I'll go slow and everything.”

Spencer groans. “Do you have to?”

“No. But I’m going to. Just to spite you,” Chanse jokes. He does genuinely care about the guy, and doesn’t want him pushing himself too far. With how enthusiastic he’s been this whole night, he definitely needs some more reigning in. “Especially with your ass still all sensitive and shit. I ain’t about to have you crying all over my sheets. Again.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Spencer says unconvincingly, reaching up to wipe at his face. “I've never cried in my life.”

“Shut up and get in position, will you?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” Spencer practically sings, flipping himself around to bend over the bed, looking back at Chanse expectantly. 

Chanse smirks, and pats his head teasingly. “Good boy.” Spencer buries his face into the sheets, and lets out a muffled groan. His hips jerk like he was humping the bed. All from just a little praise. Chanse laughs. “Jesus. Down, boy.”

“Not fair,” comes the quiet reply, as Chanse wanders over to his nightstand to grab some lube, and a condom. His movements are quick, almost hurried. Chanse loves keeping Spencer on edge, and making him squirm and all. But, like, he really wants to cum before the night’s over, and he’s a bit worried he’s losing steam.

Chanse wanders back over, and lightly taps Spencer’s ass, which still makes him jump and squeal, turning his head back to glare at Chanse. “You wanna show me how you open yourself up, Spence?”

“Is- is that what you want?”

“You heard me, boy.”

“I’ve never- I’ve never had an audience before. I don’t know how exciting it’s gonna be,” Spencer huffs out, voice a bit strained as he adjusts himself and reaches both his arms back. Chanse shrugs, uncapping his lube and using it to tap against the other man’s hand. 

“Just do it already. I’m curious how you think this works. And I gotta get my boner back up anyway.”

“Hey! My goods aren't enough to keep your attention?” Spencer whines, looking over his shoulder with a pout. Chanse sticks his tongue out at him, and just wordlessly squirts some lube on Spencer's fingers. He lets out a light grunt once he has enough, using his other hand to pull at one of his cheeks, just barely exposing his hole. Which, unlike the cheeks hiding it, seems to have been shaved.

“Damn, Spence. You really did plan for everything tonight,” Chanse lets out a low whistle, slipping his sweatpants and boxers down in a single motion. He lets out a sigh at the relief of his now half-hard cock being freed, and squeezes a small amount of lube onto his own shaft to stroke it as he watches. Spencer doesn’t even try to hide his desperation, letting out a whine as his entire upper body twists back to get a look. 

“Patience,” Chanse chides playfully, leaning forward to lightly swat at his ass again with his free hand. Spencer lets out a loud squeal, before burying his face back into the sheets. He mumbles something that kind of sounds like an apology, wagging his imaginary tail some more. 

“…Can- can you even see this?” he asks quietly, letting out some noises of struggle as he tries to spread his one cheek enough to rub the lubricant onto his entrance. Chanse can’t help but chuckle. His free hand comes back down, this time just gently resting on the irritated skin to try and help him get the other cheek out of the way. 

“I can see. Am I in your way like this?” Chanse brings his voice down to an almost husky tone, and Spencer's entire body jerks, as he involuntarily humps into the bed. 

“F-fuck! I don't- I don’t care. I’ll deal with it if- if you stay right there. Please.”

“Hmm… only because you asked nicely.” Even still, Chanse does angle himself to the side so that he can still hold onto Spencer with one hand, while jerking himself off with the other. He watches as Spencer slowly pokes at his hole before thrusting his index finger in, moaning into the sheets as he does. He doesn’t get very far yet, probably only a little past the first knuckle. For a few seconds he just keeps pushing it in and out, and swirling it around a bit before going deeper.

Chanse does his best to hold back a laugh. He knows Spencer is new to this, so obviously he’s gonna be more sensitive to everything than a seasoned veteran like himself. But it is kind of cute just how reactive he is. It’s like he gets overwhelmed at every little thing and still can’t help but go for more. It’s endearing in a way Chanse won't acknowledge. And also hot in a way that makes him rethink some things about himself.

He pushes those thoughts away as Spencer finally gets his middle finger worming in too, and lets out some more whines. He kicks one of his legs up, and Chanse has to sidestep to avoid getting hit. “Sorry- sorry,” he breathes out, his fingers moving a bit quicker.

Chanse licks at his lips, holding back the urge to press against Spencer, letting him deal with himself for now. He’s back at almost full mast at this point even though, admittedly, the position is a bit too awkward for him to get a great look at the action. Spencer’s constant, almost feral noises of satisfaction, and the way he shakes at even the most simple motions is almost enough for him. Almost. 

Chanse reaches forward with the hand that was on his dick to grab the bottle back from next to Spencer, and wordlessly squirts some more lube directly between Spencer’s cheeks, making him shiver. Spencer nods, and lets out a noise of appreciation, before removing his fingers, and running one of them along the stretched out hole. 

“…Can- can I be h-honest? I usually c-cum by now. I’ve only- only gotten to three a f-few times…” Spencer admits, voice low and raspy. He rubs his ring finger against the glob of lube now sitting at the top of his crack, and tries spreading it to the other two as well. “And obviously I d-don’t know, like… when I’m supposed to stop. When- when it's for sex.”

Chanse smiles, leaning down and resting his now free hand on the small of Spencer's back. He arches into the touch, this moan much more clear than the previous few now that his mouth isn’t pressed into the sheets. 

“You’re doing good, Spence. You’re pretty close, but I’m gonna need you to use that third one. Then I can take over.”

“Yes- G-God, yes. Th-thank you, sir.” It sounds a lot less sarcastic this time. Chanse likey. Chanse likey alot. He lets out a moan of his own, watching as Spencer thrusts all three fingers in. It was maybe a bit too quick, but aside from a sharp gasp, Spencer doesn't pause for a second, pressing them in and out desperately.

“Dude!” Chanse huffs, only slightly irritated. “You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he scolds, although is starting to sound a bit less confident. He's getting more and more antsy himself waiting for Spencer to get himself ready.

Spencer just honest-to-god growls, not adjusting his speed at all. Chanse frowns, and reaches over to smack his ass again, making him jump. “I know you heard me, Spence.”

“Oww-uh!” Spencer squeals out, but he at least seems to get the hint, begrudgingly slowing down. “F-fiiiiine… Annhhh- Sorry, sir…” He grumbles, as he finishes stretching himself out.

“You really like that word, huh?”

Spencer stills for only a moment, before going back to his task. “...Sh-shut up.”

“Hey, hey! Far from a bad thing, baby. It’s definitely been doing it for me.

Spencer is silent for a moment. “If-  If I try looking at your dick, will- w-will you hit me again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“...Uh…Nnnnnnnooo?”

Chanse narrows his eyes. “Liar. Just for that I'm not doing it.”

That gets Spencer to whine some more, but he ends up twisting around to sneak a peek anyway. This time Chanse adjusts himself so that he can get a better look at his cock. Spencer’s jaw straight up drops, and Chanse swears he can almost see some drool dripping out of his mouth. 

“Calm down, boy. You’ve seen it before.”

“Not- not the same,” Spencer argues, wagging his ass some more. Chanse really has got to get him some dog ears or something. “I was- was only touching it those ti-himes….. it- it’s gonna- g-gonna-”

“It's gonna fuck you, yes,” Chanse interjects bluntly. “If you don't cum from just your fingers first, anyway. Take them out so I can see if you're done.”

“Yes, sir.” Spencer’s voice is breathier, and Chanse is certain he’s doing it on purpose now that he admitted to liking it. He huffs, but crouches down a bit to inspect Spencer’s hole once his hand slips out. Chanse hums, using one of his own fingers to run along the rim, making Spencer twitch.

“Yeah, Spence. You did great. But are you sure you’re gonna be okay doing this?”

“Don’t- don’t ask s-stupid questions.”

Chanse lets out a scandalized gasp, and has to hold back the urge to whack him again. “What the hell! Excuse me for caring about your well-being!”

“Y-you're not- you're not excused.”

“If you wanna get hit, you can just ask, you know.”

“That’s- that’s not as fun.”

Chanse rolls his eyes, taking a step forward, and resting his hands on Spencer’s hips. “Whatever, Spence. Can we get this started before I go soft again?”

“Yes. Yes, god, please.”

Chanse grins, and reaches for the condom, before Spencer groans.

“Can- can you skip the condom?”

Chanse gives Spencer an unamused look, resting a hand on his hip. “Now, I may not remember what rule number it was, but I know damn well protection was on there.”

“It was, like, seven or something. But! You said- you said to always use it for hookups. Or- or if I'm active. But… I'm not? And- and I trust you, and we- we both got tested, and, I mean, making you wear one when this is your prize is just unfair, isn't it?”

Chanse huffs out a breath, going silent as he thinks it over. He knows Spencer hasn't really been having much luck with guys even after coming out- or so he claims, anyway. Chanse has had his own theories, but according to Angela they're ‘delusional’ and ‘wishful thinking’. 

So, really, he shouldn't say yes. Because that would be admitting that he wants to be Spencer's exception. Hell, that he wants to be his rule. That he wants to take him all for himself, despite all the emphasis he's put on him playing around and exploring himself with other guys. But he's not strong enough to listen to his conscience. Not while Spencer's asshole is staring right at him, just as wide as his eyes are.

“...Fine.  But only ‘cause it's more comfortable,” he lies, reaching for the bottle one more time to lube up his dick, and then rubs some more along Spencer’s hole to be safe. “You ready, then?”

“Yesyesyesyesyes-”

“I get it!” Chanse can’t help but laugh, as he gently tilts his hips forward, pressing his dick against Spencer’s ass teasingly. He keeps his grip on Spencer’s waist, using his thumbs to rub his skin gently. “I’m gonna count you down, okay?”

Spencer nods, pressing his ass back towards Chanse desperately. “J-just- just- god, count quickly? P-please?”

Chanse huffs, but decides to have mercy on him this time. “Fine. Three, two, one…”

Spencer gasps loudly as Chanse finally slips himself partway inside. His full body shudders, and he bucks his hips. “Fu-hu-huuuuuuck–!” 

“Too much, baby? Want me to slow down?” Chanse asks gently, staying still, feeling Spencer tighten around his dick. He shakes his head immediately.

“No! Nnnnnonono, d-don't you dare- God, it ffffeels so goooood,” he slurs, rocking his hips back desperately. He gasps lightly as his still-sore skin brushes against Chanse's, but it doesn't discourage him at all. Chanse licks at his lips, wanting nothing more than to plunge all the way inside and hear Spencer scream. But he has enough self restraint to simply make a noise of agreement instead, tapping Spencer's waist lightly.

“Fine, fine. I'm gonna go in deeper, okay?”

Spencer continues babbling out pleas for more, only pausing to gasp when Chanse actually does press in. He doesn't go all the way quite yet, but he does begin adding in some gentle thrusts. He knows Spencer is begging for it, but he's not about to shove it all the way in on his first time. And, besides, he seems to be enjoying himself just fine this way.

“Mmmmh—! M-m-muh….” Spencer continues humping into the bed, barely coherent as Chanse just barely rocks his hips back and forth. Even with his slow movements, Spencer reacts like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life. Chanse feels like he should be disappointed that Spencer’s having all the fun. He usually prefers being the one to be serviced regardless of which position he’s in, but Spencer is entertaining enough that he doesn't mind this.

For the most part, anyway. He still wants to get off obviously, so he rubs some more circles on Spencer’s hips with his thumb, leaning in to speak softly. “You think you can handle the rest of it, baby?”

Spencer has to take a moment to get his bearings “Th-that’s not- that’s not all of it?” he whimpers, clutching onto the sheers for dear life.

Chanse feels his eye twitch. “I’m gonna pretend I’m not offended right now. There's more to go, but don't force yourself. I can fuck you just fine with this half. It doesn’t hurt too much, does it?”

Spencer shakes his head rapidly. “D-d…. doesn’t hurt…. enough. I- I can take it. P-Promise,” he shoots back, somehow still finding enough energy to beg for more even when he sounds damn near out of breath. It's honestly pretty admirable. So, fuck it. Chanse can give him what he wants. It doesn't hurt that Chanse has been craving it this whole time too.

Spencer squeals as Chanse presses his dick the rest of the way in, humping lightly into Spencer's hole. He figures he may as well give Spencer a taste at what he can provide when he gets some more experience.

“Mmh- F-Fu–! Ch-Ch-Chaaaaanse-!” 

“How's that, baby?” Chanse asks, breath heavy as he slides in and out of Spencer, feeling the skin rub against the base of his dick. Spencer's twitches get more intense, but he just keeps begging for more, grinding his hips into the bed. He doesn't give an answer that's coherent, really, but Chanse can understand enough, and responds in kind, speeding up. His movements get a bit less consistent, desperation fighting to win over his caution. It's certainly more of an even match now.

Spencer's cries are cut off after only a few more moments of thrusting, as a familiar low noise comes out of him. His entire body shudders before stilling completely, another sign that Chanse immediately understands, halting his movements for a moment. He feels Spencer breathing, his hole tightening and releasing around his dick as he slowly moves one of his hands up to pat him on the back.

“...You done?”

Spencer grunts and slowly holds up a shaky thumbs down as his face stays buried into the sheets.

“Kuh-huh…. Keep g-goin’...” he huffs out stubbornly. “Not done. F-finished, maybe–”

“Spencer.” 

“Sooooorry- S-Sorry. But- but still. P-please?” Spencer begs, and Chanse pauses for just a moment. “Th-this is- it- it's for you. Don't- don't stop for me,” he sputters out desperately, moving his hips slowly, like he was trying to fuck himself. All the sarcasm from before is gone, and Chanse can tell this is less of wanting to prove himself, and coming from a genuine place.

Which, frankly, is making it so much harder to not fuck the absolute shit out of him right now.

Chanse licks his lips as he feels his mouth go dry, and gives an experimental thrust. Spencer whines, but quickly nods once he realizes Chanse isn't continuing. “C-come on, pleeeaaaase,” he whines. “I- I can take it- I'll be- I’ll be good. Wan- want- n-need you-”

And, well, shit. What is Chanse supposed to do to that, other than to give in?

Chanse lets out a grunt, and just nods uselessly. He slips his dick out of Spencer slowly, setting a hand on his back to keep him down once he starts struggling. “Hold on. I'm not stopping. Just readjusting,” he promises as he grabs the lube to reapply. 

He doesn’t leave Spencer waiting for too long, pressing himself back in slowly as he leans his body over Spencer's, pressing his chest into Spencer’s back, and wrapping his arms around him gently. “How’s this, baby?” he asks, speaking softly into his ear, feeling Spencer’s body shake against him. 

“F-ffffuh-huh-huhhhhhhhhh…..” 

“Come on. You can use your words.”

“Yyyyyyyyy-y-yes. Ye-hes, good, please- pleeeeaaaase fuck me-”

Chanse huffs out a laugh, letting his curls fall over his forehead as he runs his hands along Spencer’s chest teasingly. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

“I k-kinda did actu-” 

Chanse cuts Spencer off with a sharp thrust into his hole, and doesn’t give him a chance to finish talking back before quickening the pace. He feels Spencer’s body tightening against him, and allows it to drag along his shaft as he pumps it in and out. Chanse uses every whine and moan out of Spencer’s mouth to fuel him, allowing himself to give in just a bit. Chanse may be better than most of them, but he is still a dude. He’s gotta listen to his cock sometimes. 

Chanse’s own breath gets heavy, huffing directly into Spencer’s ear. He rocks his hips back and forth, and while Spencer is seemingly out of the energy he had earlier to react with his full body, he does still nod his head lightly and squirm anytime Chanse rubs against his prostrate. Chanse’s movements are much less controlled than before- still cautious enough, he thinks, but no longer treating him like he's fragile.

Chanse relishes in the feeling of Spencer’s body shivering around him, and fucks in as deep as he can go without risking anything. He punches out more breathless cries from Spencer, who just twitches with each thrust. He almost wants to flip Spencer around so that he can see his face as he gets fucked. Watch the tears flow down his face as his mask crumbles. It’s a part of him he’s not particularly proud of, but if Spencer isn’t going to complain, why the hell should he?

“You feel so good, baby,” Chanse coos in Spencer’s ear as he fucks in and out, movement getting more desperate. He feels himself getting closer to the edge as Spencer clenches around his member between wheezes. “I'm almost there. You think you can hold out a bit longer for me?”

Spencer can't form any coherent words, but the way his hips buck and his head bobs up and down gives him his answer. Chanse grins, pressing himself further against Spencer, desperate to feel every twitch he draws out of him. He tries stretching his neck out to kiss him on the cheek, but can't quite reach. He instead settles on Spencer’s ear, teasing it lightly with his teeth. He doesn't bite down, but uses just enough pressure to get Spencer going.

Chanse can't stop himself from speeding up, wanting nothing more to fill Spencer to the brim. He already sounds so pretty whimpering and whining so pathetically. He can only imagine what other sounds he can draw out of him. 

There's a few more minutes of thrusting before Chanse can feel himself hitting the edge, and he slows down. “Hey- Hey, Spence. You still want it inside?”

Spencer grinds into the bed. “Yyyy… y-yea- yes, p-p-pleeaaaase-” 

Chanse’s smile gets wider. “Okay, baby. Be a good boy and take it then,” he huffs out softly, getting back up to speed. He has a passing thought to selfishly prolong it just a bit more. But the way Spencer sounds, he's not sure he can last much longer. Next time, maybe they can test that. But for now, he’ll show some mercy. 

It doesn't take Chanse much longer to reach his limit. His climax is, ironically, more theatrical than Spencer's had been. He lets out a long moan, and arches his back as he explodes inside Spencer’s ass, rocking back and forth as he rides out the high. He can feel Spencer almost convulse as he gets filled up and Chanse falls against him, breathing slowly against his neck and wrapping his arms around him.

“...Still good, baby?” Chanse asks after about a minute of silence, running his hands gently along Spencer’s skin.

“Mmh- ah- y-yea…” he mumbles out, turning his head towards Chanse, giving him a weak grin. Chanse can’t help but notice his cheeks are wet again. “That was… that was n-nothin’.”

“Oh, yeah. Nothing. And that’s why you were crying like that?”

“Shut up. Just- just let me p-pretend I did good.”

Chanse laughs, and slowly moves to pull his emptied dick out of Spencer, ignoring his whine at the loss of contact. “Come on, baby. You did do good. But now we gotta get you cleaned up.”

“Give- give me a m-minute. You just- you just fucked my d-damn brains out.”

“Did I fuck them in first?”

Spencer lifts his hand up to flip Chanse off, and he just laughs, sitting down next to him to rub his back. “Fine. Take your time, you big baby.”

Spencer groans, dropping his hand back down to rest on the bed. “...I mmmmight be a big- a big baby. B-but…”

Chanse waits.

“...Uh. No, actually. Th-that… that's it,” he mumbles quietly.

Chanse laughs again. “At least you admit it. Just lemme know when you can stand up, cause you gotta piss and then get in the shower.”

“Can… Can you come with me at least?”

*****

The rest of the night goes by without much else fanfare. Once Spencer is calm enough, Chanse is able to guide him into the shower and help him get cleaned up (perfectly innocently, much to Spencer’s annoyance). The plan was to send Spencer home after, but he really didn't want to have to sit in his car after all that, so Chanse let him stay the night after very little convincing. 

So here they lay in bed. Chanse has graciously offered Spencer to be the big spoon (to which he agreed ‘only to give his ass a break’). Spencer has his hands clasped together over Chanse’s stomach, his face buried into his back. Chanse gently rubs circles into the back of one of his hands with a thumb. 

“Hey, uh, Chanse?” 

Chanse hums, turning his head just enough so that Spencer can see he’s listening. 

“Are- are you busy tomorrow?”

Chanse barks out a laugh, shaking his head. “Tomorrrow? Spence, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but do you really think you’ll be recovered by then?”

Spencer groans into Chanse’s shirt, and Chanse can feel his face rub into it. “I didn’t mean for sex, asshole. I mean, not that I would say no, but…”

“Spencer.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Worth a shot. But, I meant, like… if you wanna catch a movie? Or- or something?”

Chanse is honestly taken aback for a moment, and wiggles in Spencer’s grip to get him to loosen up enough for him to turn and face him. Spencer’s face is almost just as red as it had been earlier tonight. 

“...Are you asking me on a date?”

“Uh. Yeah. No duh, dude.”

Chanse rolls his eyes, but pauses to think it over. “...What happened to not being ready and wanting to explore, man?” is what Chanse settles on.

“I did plenty of exploring!”

“You told me you haven’t slept with any guys yet!”

“I haven’t! I mean, before tonight anyway. But, I mean... I explored with you. And, uh... I dunno'. It's hard to imagine doing anything with anyone else right now."

Chanse scoffs out a laugh, worming a hand up to flick him in the forehead. He yelps, and tilts his head back like he got punched. “Be serious.”

“I am being serious! Don’t you remember rule number one?"

Chanse narrows his eyes.

“You know damn well I don’t remember rule number one."

It’s Spencer's turn to roll his eyes, but he does so with a fond smile. "Yeah, I should have known. But I-I'm trying to take your advice... Be confident, and- and be honest about what I want?"

Chanse can’t help but grin, leaning in just a bit closer. He gets the hint, obviously. But he wants to hear Spencer say it. “And what do you want?”

“I want- god, I want you, you idiot-”

Chanse closes the rest of the distance before Spencer can continue, pressing their lips together. It’s a gentle kiss this time, still fueled by desire, but not consumed by it. Chanse’s hand finds its way to Spencer’s cheek, cupping it lightly. Spencer is shocked for only a moment before leaning into the touch, kissing back with that same energy.

Once Chanse breaks away, he glances at Spencer with a raised brow. “How's that for an answer?”

Spencer just stares at him dumbly before nodding once. “Uh- I- I think I'll take it?”

Chanse smiles, and pats Spencer's cheek before turning back around and scooting closer against his body. “Good boy. We can talk details in the morning. For now I need my beauty sleep."

Spencer wraps his arms around Chanse tighter, pulling him in. He can hear some quiet giggling before he slips his chin onto Chanse's shoulder. “I don't- I don't think you do, actually.”

Chanse just lets out a huff of air, shaking his head. “Simp.”

“Maybe,” he agrees, voice still just as giddy. “But, hey. I still managed to rizz you up. That's a win in my book.”

“Say that again and I'm kicking you out.”

"Nuh uh. You like me too much."

"Don't test me, boy."

But, Spencer does have a point. The two of them drift off eventually feeling nothing but relief and excitement at the future they can share.