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While waiting, he noticed ice cream in the freezer case. They had cherry vanilla. He added a carton to his order with the juice. He’d stash it in the freezer for Del for later.
“Okay, hon, here you go.” Finally, Melba rang him up and Spencer tucked his purchases into his messenger bag and headed back to his building. But as he passed the trendy boutique located in the lobby, he paused. The place sold a lot of club wear for all genders—tight pants, little tops with painfully ironic slogans, and lots of black and silver. Spencer couldn’t say he’d ever made a purchase there, and honestly, he still missed the lo mein of the previous tenant.
But something about the playful arrangement of mannequins in the window made him think of Flor’s party that evening and the unsettled question of whether he was taking Del with him. It would be one of Flor’s typically glitzy productions, tons of people and dramatics, and probably no one would care if Spencer brought a hot date along. If he’d want to come that was. But the more Spencer looked at the display in the window, the more he wanted to bring him, show him off a little. And with his typical decisiveness, he went into the boutique, made a few targeted purchases before continuing his trek to the bank of elevators and his tenth-floor condo.
The condo was quiet when he entered, but somehow it vibrated with a new energy it hadn’t had the day before. He liked having Del here, far more than he’d thought possible. Last night, after dinner, they’d lain in bed and fed their mutual addiction of news shows while cuddling until that dissolved into making out and pre-sleep rubbing off together. And strangely, as much as he’d liked the raw and dirty fucking, the sweet, sleepy kisses were his favorite part of the previous evening, the way Del had clung to him and met him kiss for kiss, need for need.
More than he’d ever had with a partner before, Spencer wanted to take care of Del, do nice things for him simply to make him smile. And to that end, he made a quick tray with the food, juice, and two cups of espresso from his machine. When he carried it into the bedroom, Del was just starting to stretch.
“Did I smell coffee?” he asked before rolling toward Spencer. “Oh! Hey! Breakfast in bed. Don’t think I’ve ever had that. You spoil me.”
“You’re fun to spoil.” Spencer gave him a fast kiss on the head before setting the tray on the bed. “You get started on this and I’m going to take a fast shower to wash off my dance class sweat.”
“Dance class?” Del sounded all hopeful, which made him adorable.
“Just this, sadly.” Spencer gestured at his workout shorts and T-shirt. “I’ll be right back.”
“Hurry.” Del gave him a pointed leer. “Wanna see how flexible you are when you return.”
A happy tremor raced up Spencer’s spine at that, and he rushed through rinsing off before wrapping a towel around his waist and padding out to the bed where Del had already eaten two bagels and drunk one of the cups of juice.
“So...what do you want to do today?” he asked as he settled next to him on the bed.
“You mean after I fuck you through this most excellent mattress?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Spencer.
Spencer coughed on his espresso. “Yes. After that. I’d like to get a little writing done, but tonight’s my friend’s party...”
“Go,” Del urged. “Just leave me the remote for the TV and don’t bring someone back unless you’re planning to share and we’re all good.”
Spencer had to laugh at that. “Nope. Not planning to pick up someone. You’re plenty more than I can handle. But how would you like to come with me?”
“Won’t it hurt your reputation? I mean you go bringing a SEAL you met on a story—I know you’re super concerned about how that looks, and I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”
“It’s more socialites than journalists at this thing, and this crowd doesn’t ask a lot of personal questions because discretion is valued. And while, yeah, bringing Bacon-the-SEAL might raise a few eyebrows, I think bringing Del, the hot young thing I’m fucking, should be fine. And besides I want to make Flor jealous—he’ll go on about your bone structure and muscles and how you should pose for him and you can play all coy.”
“Discretion is valued?” Del licked his lips. “Is this like a...sex party? Fifty shades of Spencer?”
“Ha.” Spencer had to laugh at the way his brain worked. “I’m sure there will be plenty of hookups and people going home with different people than they arrived with, but no public orgies. More like a rich people’s rave—private club, free-flowing drinks, dance music, and people who should be old enough to know better in pretty clothes having a good time.”
