“We cooked them tonight. Next class, we paint them.”
A frown marred Spencer’s features. “You mean it’ll be pointless for me to go to the next class since I missed this one?”
Zayn shook his head. “You’re good. I convinced the instructor to let me cook yours as well.”
Spencer’s expression cleared. “That’s good. I won’t let you down again.”
Before he could stop himself, Zayn released a loud sigh. “I’m not let down. It was an accident. I know you didn’t ditch me on purpose.”
Spencer groaned and pressed his face to Zayn’s chest. “It sounds so terrible when you put it like that.”
Zayn buried his fingers in Spencer’s hair and scratched. “Maybe you can make it up to me by coming to a family cookout with me this weekend.”
“Done,” Spencer said with no clue how horrible it would be for him. Zayn’s mom combined with Koda’s entire family could be a real handful. Plus, this would be a declaration they were a couple. There would be no going back. His chosen family would want more of Spencer... just like Zayn.
As if Spencer read Zayn’s mind, he licked Zayn’s nipple. The breath caught in Zayn’s throat. He felt Spencer’s cock stir. “I’ve never been with anyone I can’t get enough of, but I can’t stop craving you.”
Zayn’s heart skipped a beat at Spencer’s confession. He wanted more. “I’m not going anywhere, so take as much of me as you need.”
“I don’t think I have enough condoms to fill that tall order.”
They were a couple. Zayn wanted them to be forever. He was happier than he had ever been in his life. “I’m sure we can find several ways to play that won’t require condoms. If it makes you feel better, though, I have my doctor test me every year as part of my physical. Not only have I never slept with anyone without protection, but I also tested negative for everything right before our first time.”
Spencer stared down at Zayn with a hunger that curled his toes. “Same to everything you just said. I’ve never let anyone touch me for any reason without protection. So tell me why I can’t stop thinking about your cum.”
Zayn’s stomach muscles clenched with desire. He had never really been into bondage or cum play. Yet he wanted to try everything with Spencer. He needed Spencer’s cum coating his tongue.
Zayn slapped Spencer’s ass. “Flip around and sit on my face. You look like you need my dick in your mouth while I eat that ass.”
“Goddamn.” Spencer’s hoarse-sounding whisper summed up Zayn’s feelings as well. They were about to have a long night and would be sore in the morning. Zayn was ready for it. In fact, he was prepared to do this for the rest of his life. There was nothing he wanted more.
Seven
Spencer: I had a last-minute booking. It’s for Saturday at noon.
Zayn: Oh, I thought we were going to that cookout on Saturday.
Zayn: It’s not important, though. We can go anytime.
Spencer: Thank you. I’ll make it up to you.
Zayn: I’ll make sure you do.
Spencer: Why am I reading a ton of sexual innuendo in your text?
Zayn: Come see me and find out.
Spencer: I’m on my way.
Spencer: Don’t let me forget our class tomorrow night.
Zayn: Okay.
Zayn: Don’t forget our final pottery class tonight.
Zayn: I’m sending you the reminder you specifically asked me to send about our pottery class.
Zayn: I’m here. Where are you?
Sweat glistened on Spencer’s skin as he loaded the box truck by himself. He knew he could wait for Jinx, but Jinx’s mom hadn’t been doing well the last time he talked to her. Spencer didn’t want to burden Jinx with extra work. His next show wasn’t until tomorrow night, but if he finished this now, they wouldn’t have to do it in the morning. That only mattered because the show was a two-hour drive from here.
“Hey. Why didn’t you wait on me?”
Spencer flashed Jinx a smile as he came through the door. “I was just trying to get a head start. Honestly, I didn’t mean to load everything by myself. I got carried away.”
Jinx pulled a face, as if Spencer confused the hell out of him. “Don’t you have some dumbass pottery thing or something tonight?”
Spencer’s head shot toward the clock. He leaped from the back of the truck. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m so stupid. How did I forget again?”
Jinx laughed. “If you’re smart, you forgot on purpose. Who in the hell takes a pottery class?”
Spencer didn’t hear a word. He was completely in his head. Why did he keep forgetting these classes? Goddamn. It was like he didn’t have a brain. Spencer ran for the door without looking back. He was halfway across town before he took his first steady breath. Goddamn it. He hadn’t even grabbed his phone. Shit. He was the worst. Spencer couldn’t even text Zayn to apologize. He slid into the parking lot over two hours late. Spencer didn’t slow to look for Zayn’s car. He hit the door running. As he threw the door wide, an empty studio and a shocked instructor met his gaze.
“Can I help you?”
Confusion had Spencer eyeing the empty room. “Sorry. I thought the pottery class was tonight.”
“It was.” The middle-aged mousy woman pushed her glasses up her nose, looking aggravated. “Since tonight was the last lesson, class was only two hours. I’m afraid you’ve missed it.”
Spencer’s shoulders fell. “Damn.”
“You’re Mr. Wright, correct?”
Spencer nodded.
She gave him a once over as if finding him lacking. “Mr. Tanaka took your unfinished vase home with him.”
“Great. I’m the worst boyfriend on the planet.”
“Yes. Zayn does look unhappy.”
With that set down still slapping his brain, Spencer walked away. His shoulders felt heavy as he headed for his car. Zayn put up with way too much. He drove to Zayn’s house on autopilot. Spencer wasn’t sure what kind
