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Somehow watching a movie with Spencer had turned into Courtney dropping her head onto Spencer’s shoulder and leaving it there for a bit, had turned into Spencer wrapping his arm around Courtney as they shifted closer to him on the couch, had turned into Spencer sitting sideways against the arm of the couch with Courtney tucked between his body and the back of the couch, half-draped over him with her head on his chest.
Spencer’s been running his fingers through their hair nonstop. They recently cut it as short as they’d ever had it and Spencer has been kind of obsessed with it. Courtney doesn’t mind. The scratch of his fingers though the short hairs at the back of her neck is very soothing.
Courtney glances up at Spencer and lets her impulsive thoughts win just this once as she reaches her hand up to run her fingers through his beard. Spencer gives her a side eye but doesn’t comment on it.
After a minute of absent-minded stroking, they ask, “What’s it feel like?”
“Hm?”
“Having a beard.”
Spencer shrugs. “I dunno. It feels like having hair on your face. Pretty normal stuff.”
Court hums. “I wonder sometimes…”
“Yeah?” Spencer prompts after they don’t finish their thought.
“What it would be like.”
Spencer hums and they fall into a silence that Courtney eventually breaks.
“I used to watch this streamer - years ago, when I was super young - that had a goatee, and he had like a habit of tugging on it. Just like a fidget thing, but I dunno, it looked… fun.”
Spencer huffs a laugh. “Fun?”
Court rolls her eyes at him, but smiles. She tugs on his beard a bit, just to see. He turns his head to look at her and she hides her face in his shoulder. He turns back towards the movie.
“I was kinda jealous.” Courtney confesses, “Still am, a bit.”
“Of a goatee?”
“Just, facial hair in general.” Court drops their hand. “Well, more in concept than in practice really. I just think it’d be neat.”
“I think you’d suit it.” Spencer says, running the back of his finger down her cheek.
They huff out a smile. Spencer drops his hand and the two of them resume their positions.
“I have done it a little bit, for Dominic. Well, more of a stubble situation, but I think it looked cool.”
“It did look cool. You really transformed into a fuckboy when you put it on though.”
Courtney laughs. “It changes me. I become another person.”
“Become one with the fuckboy.”
They both laugh.
“It is kind of a gender euphoria, being that aggressively masculine. I mean, I wouldn’t want to present like that normally but it is satisfying to be able to recognize that I have that within myself. Even if I’m fine with the way I look now, and I don’t want to change that.” Courtney took a breath. “Wow. That was a bit deep, sorry.”
“Hey, no better time for it than now.” Spencer replies.
“Cuddling with your bestie at ten pm on a Friday?”
Spencer laughs. “I was gonna say watching a dumb movie. Am I your bestie?”
Court levels a look at him. “Don’t ask stupid questions. Of course you are.”
“I’m honored.”
“You should be.”
Spencer chuckles.
They return to their positions, still not really watching the movie. Courtney once again gives in to her impulsive thoughts and rubs her cheek against Spencer’s chin.
Spencer startles and lets out a shocked laugh. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” They rub their face against Spencer’s cheek again.
“...are you rubbing your face on me like a cat?”
“...no. Maybe.”
Spencer laughs and reaches a hand up to pat Courtney on the head.
Courtney pulls back to squint at Spencer. Spencer doubles down and ruffles their hair like he’s petting a dog.
Courtney wrinkles her nose and gets her revenge by getting her hands on Spencer’s hair and aggressively messing it up. Spencer laughs even as he tries to pull away, but their fingers are caught in his curls and end up pulling his hair, and Spencer lets out an embarrassing noise that he will never admit is similar to a whine.
They both freeze. Spencer almost starts to pull away as if that isn’t the thing that got him in trouble in the first place, but Courtney holds him firm. Like a scientist repeating a test to see if the result is the same, she curls a chuck of hair around her finger and gives a sharp tug.
Spencer’s eyes flutter shut and he lets out a moan that is more breath than noise. When he opens his eyes Courtney is closer to his face than before. When Spencer exhales it ghosts across her lips. She absently licks them and his eyes drop down to clock the movement.
They’re not sure who moves first to close the difference, or maybe they move at the same time but one moment they’re staring at each other’s lips and the next they’re kissing.
It’s a brief thing, a hesitant brush of the lips, like asking ‘are you on the same page as me?’. They pull apart briefly just to look at each other in wonder. Then Spencer gets his hands in Court’s hair and tilts her head and they’re slotting their lips back together and this is… this is A Kiss.
Spencer kisses like he knows what he’s doing and what he wants, and what he wants is to explore every corner of Courtney’s mouth with his own. Courtney bites his lip just to get a reaction out of him and he growls, retaliating by getting a hand in their hair and pulling them closer. His lips tease the seam of hers and she opens her mouth, pulling Spencer into a hot and dirty tangle of tongues.
He tastes like butter and salt, a reminder of the popcorn they had been eating. She licks into his mouth and cards her fingers through his hair, tugging on his curls in a way that makes Spencer make a sound like she just punched him.
She pulls away so he can inhale and then dives back in, desperate to catalog every single different sound he makes against her mouth. It’s Spencer who eventually gentles the kiss, softening it and shifting his hands to run down her neck and to her shoulders. Eventually they pull apart.
Court rests their forehead against his and slowly opens their eyes. His are already open and as their eyes meet she lets out a shaky breath. His eyes are so beautiful, stunning with their blue-ish hazel color, and he’s looking at her like she’s the most surprising but beautiful thing that’s ever happened to him and they almost can’t take it.
The silence lingers for a moment as they both catch their breath.
“Well… that just happened.” Spencer says, breaking the silence in such an awkward yet charmingly Spencer way that Court wants to throttle him, or kiss him.
Courtney hits him on the arm. “I’m gonna kill you.” They drop their head onto his shoulder. Spencer continues running his hand up and down their arm.
After a few moments of silence, she says to his neck, “We should probably talk about it.”
“Counterpoint: What if we simply didn’t?” Spencer responds.
“And what, just keep kissing?”
She feels Spencer shrug. “I mean…”
They let him pull her into another kiss and she smiles against his lips before pulling away. “Counterpoint to your counterpoint: Could we go into work on Monday and act like we didn’t make out and everything is normal and nothing changed?”
Spencer absorbs that for a moment. “I’m not that good of an actor.”
Court finally raises her head to look at him. “No, you’re not.”
“Hey!”
She pokes his cheek. “Hey.”
He looks down at her. “Hey.”
Unable to resist, she leans forward and gives him a quick peck. “Hey.” she whispers.
He narrows his eyes as she leans away, moving as if to go back to her previous position. He chases her, following with his face. She ups the ante, pulling back farther, making him sit up. “Don’t you dare…” he growls.
She giggles. “What?” and he gives in, pulling his legs out and pushing her backwards until she falls back with an ‘oof’ onto the couch and then their positions are switched and she’s the one leaning back against the couch with Spencer over her.
He doesn’t let himself go down fully, catching himself on his hands, but Courtney wraps her legs around him and brings their bodies flush together. Spencer lets out a shaky breath into their shoulder.
“Hello.” she says with a smirk.
“Hello.” he says, his hands fluttering over her body like he’s not sure where to put them. She grabs them and laces their hands together, then leans up and kisses him sweetly, a stark contrast to where their legs are still laced together, his arousal an unmistakable pressure against their hip.
This kiss stays soft but the heat builds, as Court guides Spencer’s hands to rest on their hips and returns their fingers to his hair, where this whole thing started. Spencer is trying not to move, but Court keeps making these minute shifts of her hips that are driving him crazy.
They pull away briefly to breathe into each other’s mouths. “Is this…” Spencer gets distracted by biting at Court’s red, swollen mouth. She licks into him and his fingers dip under their shirt, rubbing circles into the bare skin of her hip.
They pull away to gasp for air. “What… what are we doing here?” Spencer asks.
“Kissing.” Courtney answers, running their hands down to cup his face and bring him back in.
Their lips are barely brushing before she pulls away. “Unless you want-”
“I want,” Spencer's words are tripping out of his mouth, “I want so much.”
“I want…” Her brow furrows, “I want…” Their head tilts down, breaking eye contact.
“Hey.” He tilts their head up with a finger under their chin and then cups their face, “What’s wrong?”
They’re worrying their lip with their teeth and he releases it with his thumb, stroking it over their bottom lip. They sigh, their breath hot against his hand.
“God, this shit used to be so easy for me.” They laugh, “but one gender crisis later and now it’s… complicated.”
“Okay, so it’s complicated. That doesn’t mean we can’t talk it out.” Spencer says.
“Oh, now you want to talk, Mr. ‘What if we just kissed and didn’t talk about it at all?’” They scoff.
“Courtney.” He cups her face with both hands and makes eye contact, “I am the master of making jokes to avoid talking about feelings. You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to avoid this.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Spencer?”
“God forbid a man be emotionally intelligent and funny at the same time.”
That actually surprises a laugh out of her. “You’re so stupid.” She says with undisguised affection.
He kisses them on the forehead. “Yes I am.” He gets comfortable with his head on their chest and his arms wrapped around them in a hug. “Now I’m going to enjoy using your boobs as a pillow while you unload your woes onto me.” He waves his hand in the air before tucking it back around them. “Go on.”
They actually laugh, a full body laugh that jostles Spencer’s head. He mumbles in disgruntlement while he gets back into position. She takes a breath and starts playing with his hair.
“It’s kind of weird.”
They look to see Spencer’s reaction and he just looks up at them and nods encouragingly.
“Well not weird,” They continue, “but… different. Now that I’ve figured out that I'm not quite what people think I am. It makes it different. It makes it…”
They trail off and start again. “Okay, so obviously I’ve had sex before-”
Spencer lifts his head, an overdramatic expression of surprise on his face. “What?! No way!”
She laughed, shoving his head back down. “Shut up and go back to my boobs.”
“Yes, ma'am,” he said.
They laugh softly, but with a tinge of something else. “That’s just it. I’m not that. I’m not a woman.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
They smile. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. And I don’t really care usually. But being… not a woman makes me suddenly so aware of how my body… is.”
Spencer makes a questioning noise. “How do you mean?”
“I love my body, and I know I’m hot-”
“Yeah you are.”
They smile, shaking their head at Spencer’s antics.
“But it’s different with clothes cause I can run the whole gamut from fem to masc depending on how I dress, but when I’m naked…” They bite their lip, collecting their thoughts. Spencer places a kiss on their chest, above their heart, and they smile, looking down at him, then back up.
“When I’m naked it makes me so much more aware of how my body is that of a woman, and so it’s kind of strange to have sex with someone and have them perceive me that way when it doesn’t match up at all with the conception of myself and my gender that I have in my mind.” They let out a big breath, “If that makes sense.”
Spencer hums, taking it in. “No, it makes sense.” He tilts onto his side, back to the sofa, and takes out a hand so he can gesticulate with it. “I mean, I can say I’ve never had that specific problem, but I do think we’ve all felt something like it. No one’s image of themself ever really matches up with the body they’re given, and it can be especially frustrating when people want to put you in a box based on what you look like when your appearance is only a part of what makes you who you are.”
“Wow.” Court says, a little bit teasing but mostly genuine. “Who knew you had that amount of eloquence in you?”
“I contain multitudes.” Spencer says, a faux-serious expression on his face, which cracks a little when he looks at Court with a hint of a smirk and asks, “Was that eloquent enough to get me laid?”
They laugh loudly, shoving at his shoulder as his smile continues to grow. “Just for that, no. Get out of my house.”
He hides a laugh in their chest and then lifts his head up, wailing dramatically, “Noooo! Please, I’ll do anything to make this right!” He looks up at them, eyes wide and fluttering his lashes.
They snort. The light atmosphere lingers, but underneath it is a tension that never really went away since they first kissed. Court knows Spencer would be happy to just keep riffing and not progress more than that, but for the first time in a while, Court wants to go farther. Court wants him, and thinking back on it, she’s wanted him for a while, and now looking down with his head on her boobs she’s not stupid enough to push away the opportunity Spencer presents.
Plus he just gave her an opening. “Anything?” They ask, cupping Spencer’s face and tilting it to meet their eyes. She can feel his gulp, his eyes now wide for a different reason.
“Anything.” he says on an exhale.
Her eyes flicker down to his chest. He’s wearing a shirt with a logo on it, probably for something nerdy. She licks her lips. “Take your shirt off.”
He’s moving even before she finishes speaking, sitting up and ripping it off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch. Court smiles at his enthusiasm, and rests a hand on his shoulder. He watches it as it runs down the length of his arm, tracing his tattoos.
He goes to lay back down on her, but she stops him with a hand on his chest. He gives her a questioning look, but they just smile, grasp the hem of their shirt, and pull it over their head, tossing it in the direction of Spencer’s discarded shirt.
Spencer’s eyes are glued to their chest. “Holy fucking shit, dude.”
They laugh, grabbing one of Spencer’s hands and bringing it to cup their boobs through their bra. “You can touch, my guy.”
“Yesssssss.” Spencer whispers, and looks up to make sure they laughed. They do, looking down at him fondly.
They’d be lying if they said they didn’t like the praise. Like she said before, they know they’re hot, and they’re not ashamed of it. Also their tits are great, sue them.
“Do you know how to take off a bra?” They ask, slightly teasing.
Spencer just gives them a look and reaches behind them, unclasping their bra with one hand, the other still tracing the curves of Courtney’s chest.
They raise their eyebrows as they shrug off their bra. “Wow, impressive.”
“Impressive.” Spencer says in the Chosen voice, helping Court out of their bra and tossing it on the coffee table.
They snort, rolling their eyes fondly. “The Chosen would never find himself in a situation like this.”
Spencer laughs at that. “Well that’s very unlucky for him.”
He slowly traces his hand up Court’s side, skating over and then cupping her boob. His thumb brushes over the nipple and they let out a gasp, arching their back to push their chest into his hand. He brings his hand up to cup her other breast and gently squeezes.
Court bites her lip, smiling as he reverently traces the curves of her chest, leaving no spot unmapped by his warm hands.
Suddenly, a look crosses his face that Court knows very well. It’s the look he gets when he’s about to say something totally out of pocket that he knows will send the whole room into hysterics.
He clears his throat and looks up, meeting Court’s eyes. “May I say, your masculine tits are looking rad as hell, my dude.”
There’s a moment of silence when the joke hangs in the air, a few seconds before it fully registers in Courtney’s brain, but the moment it does they crumple forward, heaving with laughter. Their foreheads bump together and she rests it there. They hit Spencer a few times on the arm for good measure as he chuckles maniacally.
Her eyes open from where they had been crumpled shut with hysterics and their voice was drenched in sappiness when they told him, “You’re so fucking stupid.”
Spencer just grins, that self-satisfied smirk of making someone laugh. His hands have drifted back to their waist, thumbs once again tracing circles in their skin.
He waits while Courtney calms down from their laughing stint, and when she’s finally recovered enough to look at him, he, like the bastard he is, winks at her. He drops his assured expression however, when they go a little feral and wrap their legs around his waist.
They push up from the couch, but grab Spencer before he can fully fall onto his back so they’re both sitting up on the couch, Courtney in Spencer’s lap. The position of their legs being around his waist more than his hips leads to Courtney sinking into his lap in a slow drag of both their bodies together.
Court groans as she feels Spencer’s bare skin drag against the sensitive parts of her body. Spencer makes an equally punched-out sound as they settle directly in his lap, legs still tight around him, hands clutching his shoulders.
Court sees his parted lips and bites at his bottom one. He takes a shuddering breath as he tries to focus and kiss her back but before he can she pulls away, letting his lip slip from between her teeth as she leans back and levels a heavy-lidded look at him.
“Just for that,” they growl, “You’re getting super laid tonight, my guy.”
Spencer shudders and wraps his hands around the back of their neck to pull them into a bruising kiss. Between breaths he mutters, “Why was that so sexy? What the fuck.”
They just grin at him. “Bedroom?” It's less of a question and more of a statement but Spencer’s already nodding like a bobble head.
“Yes, yes, absolutely yes let’s do that.” His words spill out of his mouth. Courtney laughs like he said something funny.
He briefly tries to stand up with Court still wrapped around him which they quickly veto since he can’t even get up off the couch. Once they dismount off his lap and stand up, they also try to lift him to carry him to the bedroom but end up collapsing back onto the couch with Spencer wrapped around them. They try to kiss but are both laughing so hard they can barely brush lips.
Eventually they untangle themselves. Courtney reaches behind her for Spencer’s hand and grasps it as they lead him to the bedroom. He already knows where it is, he’s been to their house before, but she doesn’t want to lose the feeling of his skin against hers, even for the small amount of time it takes to walk from the living room to the bedroom.
Spencer seems to shrink a bit, the awkwardness returning to his body as she shuts the door behind them, but she doesn’t let it get awkward. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him into a hug, his back to her front.
“Hey.” They whisper into the back of his neck.
He turns in their arms and leans in to kiss them. “Hey.” he whispers into their lips.
She starts walking him backwards. When his knees hit the edge of the bed and he lets himself fall backward, she catches him, one hand around his waist and the other at the back of his neck, his eyes wide with surprise. They lean in to kiss him and then let him go.
He bounces back into the mattress looking a bit startled and they back away a few steps. He looks at them in confusion, but they just smirk. One of their hands drops to the fly of their jeans and causally pops the button. Understanding rushes over Spencer’s face and he scoots back on the bed, making himself comfortable at the head.
Courtney luxuriates in his gaze as they slowly peel their jeans down their legs, feeling Spencer’s eyes like a brand on every new inch of skin exposed. And it doesn’t feel objectifying, it feels good, special. They’ve been with guys before who look at her like a piece of meat, like she’s nothing more than the flesh she displays. Who think because her body is shaped a certain way there’s not much going on in her mind.
But they know Spencer. They know the way he thinks, and they know the way he cares. His heart is so big and he’s so full of love, visible in everything he does, the way he jokes with his friends, the way he touches her with reverence. She knows if she asks he will do anything to make her happy, and they know they would do the same. And she is happy. She’s happy for him to stare because it’s not a power play thrown her way in the guise of a ‘compliment’, it’s genuine and it makes her feel loved, desired, worthy.
When they finally wrangle their feet out of their jeans and look up to meet Spencer’s eyes his pupils are blown wide with lust. His hands are laying beside his legs, clenching and unclenching like he wants to reach out but is stopping himself.
They smirk and he visibly gulps. Their whole attention on him, they climb onto the bed and stalk forward on their hands and knees. They reach him and stroke their hand along his belly up his chest, palm flat until it reaches his neck. They tilt his head up and kiss him softly. He breathes into the kiss like he’s pouring his whole being into her mouth. They press more firmly into his mouth as their hand travels back down, skating over a nipple, tracing his happy trail as it goes down, down, until it reaches his belt.
They pull back so they can use both hands and undo his belt, glancing up at him. He looks like a mess already, haphazard curls and a flush high on his cheeks, eyes dark. He sucks in a breath as they ever so gently undo his button and slowly pull down on the zipper.
He makes a high, needy sound as their knuckles brush against his erection, but they just grin at him, tapping at his hip to prompt him to lift it so they can pull his pants completely off.
From their spot kneeling over him they take a moment to admire him, the dusting of hair across his chest, his soft belly, the dark lines of his tattoos contrasting against his light skin. They trace a finger along the milky expanse of his inner thigh and his legs fall open a bit more. They look at him and he’s biting his lip. His hands are still beside his legs, flexing like he’s not sure where to put them.
His bulge is prominent through his boxers, already damp a bit at the head. They lean forward and lick at it, soaking his underwear even more as he makes a gasping noise and moans her name. She looks up at him and sucks at the tip through the wet fabric. He makes a punched-out sound and his hands flutter around her before going to his head and pulling at his own hair.
She abandons his dick for now and crawls back up his body, grabbing his hands in theirs and pulling them out of his hair, leaning forward to kiss him. She almost topples over and decides to swing a leg over him, settling back into his lap. She lets go of his hands to loop her arms around him and he lets his hands wander across her back, down her chest and to the top of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking hot.” he whispers into her mouth like it’s a secret.
She laughs because it’s not. “I know.”
“I can’t believe-” he looks down at his hands, cradling her like something precious.
They tilt his head up. “I can. I’ve wanted this for a while.” They admit, more bashful in admitting to feelings than sitting on his lap mostly naked.
A hesitant smile breaks across Spencer’s face like a sunrise. “Really?” He whispers.
They nod. “Really.”
He gazes at them for a moment in pure adoration, and they’re sure the look on their face is equally as giddy. He clears his throat and looks away. “So, what do you… I mean, I’m fine just making out, we don’t have to-”
“Spencer.” They cut him off with a roll of their hips, punching a moan out of him. “I want to fuck.”
He lets out a shaky breath, his grip tightening on their hips. “Okay, so like…”
They raise an eyebrow. “I like being on top.”
Spencer groans like it’s painful. “Yeah yes please okay we can do that, please.”
Court smirks and grinds on him again, shifting their hips back so they’re grinding directly on his cock, catching their clit on the head in a way that is maddening. Could they come from this? Probably not, but it would be fun to try.
They flip their hair out of their eyes with a toss of their head and glance up to where Spencer is staring unseeing at their chest, his hands a vice grip on their hips.
He shakes himself out of it and glances up at them. “Uh, before we…” he loses track of his sentence when Court does a circle with their hips. “Um, how many times can you come?” he rushes out.
They think, hips continuing to drive Spencer mad. “Like, two to three times, usually.” They say.
“Usually?” Spencer asks, tracing one hand up to pluck at their nipple.
They groan and arch their back. “Once I got up to ten.” They pant.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Spencer moans. “We have to try that at some point.”
They raise their eyebrows. “That’s optimistic of you.”
“Is it?” He raises his eyebrows back.
Her answer is instant. “No.”
Spencer pumps his fist in the air, drawing a laugh out of them.
She pulls back a bit to lean over, reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. They hold it up to him. “Will this fit?”
“Yeah.” Spencer says, distracted. He stops her before she opens it, not making eye contact. “So, um, before we fuck…”
“Yes?”
“...could you sit on my face maybe?”
They toss the condom beside him on the bed and grin, admiring the blush creeping down his neck. “Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Spencer’s blush deepens but he recovers quickly. “Fuck yeah.” He whispers under his breath.
Court hears him and gives him a look while they’re wrangling their underwear off, but he just grins back, entirely unrepentant.
They arrange some pillows behind him as he scoots down a bit further and they walk up his body on their knees. They eventually reach his face and grab onto the headboard for balance.
Spencer’s arms reach behind their legs, holding onto their thighs to help. He stares at their cunt for a little bit longer than expected, but Courtney doesn’t feel self-conscious. She left that shame behind a long time ago.
Spencer strokes a thumb down across their folds. “So fucking pretty.” he whispers.
Courtney pushes her hips forward slightly. “I thought you said you wanted me to sit on your face?”
He scoffs. “Excuse me for wanting to admire a gorgeous… uh… human person and their… body.”
“You can say cunt.”
“Your… cunt is very pretty.”
“Thank you. Now shut up.” They drop their hips to his face and Spencer goes to fucking work.
They probably should have realized it by the way he attacks most things with a single-minded focus, but Spencer Agnew eats pussy like a man possessed. He barely comes up for breath as he licks inside them, his nose brushing up against their clit in a way that is maddening. His beard scratches against their inner thighs, an interesting sensation but one they don’t hate, if only because it grounds them while his mouth works magic on their cunt.
He licks his way up to it and sucks on their clit and they realize it is going to be an almost embarrassingly short time before they come. They can already feel it starting to tingle up the back of their spine.
They start to rock against him and he quickly catches on, flattening his tongue and holding it still for them to grind against.
It’s still not quite enough though, or at least they know how it would feel better.
“Fingers inside please.” They choke out.
Spencer makes a very interesting noise that, pressed against their clit like that, almost pushes them over the edge, but they hold on as Spencer gently presses a finger inside them.
They moan. Spencer’s finger is so much thicker than their own, and he moves it gently, pressing it out and in again slowly as if he’s afraid to hurt them.
They growl, their hips getting faster. “Another.” They demand, and Spencer eagerly acquiesces. They’re nearly on the edge now, they can feel it building in their lower belly as they grind against Spencer’s tongue while he slowly finger-fucks them, and then like the inevitable cresting of a wave, they’re coming. The feeling circles their body like water down a drain as they shake apart on top of him.
It seems like it goes on forever, the orgasm dragged out by the steady push and pull of his fingers, until suddenly it becomes a little too much. They grab his wrist and he stops.
Their legs are shaky as they slump more than climb off of him and collapse on the bed beside him. They let the aftershocks twitch through their body and tilt their head against the pillows to look over at him.
Spencer has the biggest grin on his face. He’s absolutely soaked, beard glistening, and as Court watches, licks his lips.
The corner of Court’s mouth tilts up in a smile.
He looks more punch-drunk than she is, stupid grin stretched across his face as he looks at them with stars in his eyes. It is, unfortunately, very hot.
Court slowly shifts across the bed, crowding his space and hooking a leg over his thigh. She tilts his head up and kisses his stupid self-satisfied grin. She’s tasted herself before, it isn’t the best, but it’s inconsequential compared to the way he eagerly returns her kiss.
She pulls away before he can deepen it. “As soon as I can feel my legs again I’m gonna ride your dick so fucking hard.”
“Hell yeah.” Spencer replies.
Court’s gaze tilts down to his crotch area. His boxers are tented and extremely soaked, which is a hell of a compliment. “Why are you still wearing underwear?” They, with single minded determination, catch one of their hands on the waistband and try to pull it off.
He helps, pushing at the waistband with his hand and tilting his hips up as they, working in tandem, pull his underwear off. His dick is so hard it slaps back against his stomach when freed, smearing a bit of precum onto it from the glistening head.
Courtney reaches down and takes it in hand. Just her light grasp around him draws a moan out of Spencer. She rubs her thumb over the flushed head, smearing the liquid around as more drips from his slit.
Courtney has a stupid idea. “Hey, nice cock dude.” They say in their most dude-like voice.
Spencer wheezes and Court hides their smile in his shoulder. “Bro, your cock fucking slaps.” He returns her volley in a similar voice.
“You packing, bro?”
“Bro, where you packing that thang?”
“What you doing with that thang, bro?”
“What you do with that schlong, dude-” Spencer cuts off with a moan as Court strokes him, twisting her hand over the top in a way that makes Spencer whine.
They dig around with their other hand and find the condom (they were sitting on it) and present it to Spencer. They get close to his ear and whisper, “Want me to sit on your cock, dude?”
Spencer lets out a half-laugh, half-moan, and nods. “Fuck yeah, my guy.”
“Cool.” They hand over the condom and patiently wait until he’s just started to open it before they lean down and lick the head of his dick.
He makes a sharp startled sound and fumbles the condom, dropping it onto his chest. They just look up at him, eyebrows raised. He glares back at them. They shuffle down so they’re in a better position and lave their tongue along the sensitive underside of the ridge. Spencer makes a high pitched noise.
“Open the condom, dude.” They say, lips brushing his cock with every word.
Spencer’s eyes are locked on them as they lick a strip up the bottom of his cock. He pats around his chest, trying to find where the condom landed. He eventually locates it and has to tear his eyes away from her to carefully tear it open. Naturally, Court takes this opportunity to envelop the head of his cock in their mouth and suck.
Spencer makes a deliciously surprised and horny noise and drops the condom again.
Courtney pulls off and gives him a look. “Dude.”
Spencer sputters are cut off with a punched-out moan when Courtney shuts him up by sucking the head of his dick, hard.
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me.” Spencer says, strangled.
Court winks at him. “Thank you.”
He eventually manages to get the condom out of the wrapper and Court gestures for him to hand it over.
“This was my party trick in college.” They said, situating the condom in their mouth. It takes a couple tries as it slips out of place, but then they’re pressing their lips against the head of his cock and slowly pushing down, rolling the condom onto his dick with their mouth. They get about three quarters of the way before the tip hits the back of their throat. They take a second to breathe out of their nose and relax, pushing it down the last few inches until their lips hit the base of his cock.
Their hand comes up to secure the base of the condom and then, just for fun, they swallow. Spencer makes a very interesting sound and pants as they slowly pull off of him.
“Holy shit dude,” he says, voice strained, “What kind of parties were you going to in college?”
They just smirk at him and sit up on their knees, their hand stroking his cock a few times, to Spencer’s audible enjoyment.
They look at his cock with a critical eye and then reach into the bedside drawer with their clean hand. “I’m probably wet enough,” they shrug, ignoring the honest-to-god whimper that falls out of Spencer’s mouth, “But you can never have too much lube.”
They spread some on his cock and then, with the lubed hand, casually insert a few fingers into their cunt, just to check they’re stretched enough. Spencer makes a fun noise.
“Yeah, that’s probably fine.” They smear the rest of the lube across their pussy in one swipe and then wipe their dirty fingers on the bedsheet. They look up and Spencer is looking at them, eyes almost entirely pupil, flush running all the way down his chest.
“I think you might be the death of me, my guy.” He says.
Court laughs. “Keep saying it and it might become true.”
Spencer starts to say something but is cut off with a groan as Courtney lines them up and slowly starts sinking down on him.
She could probably take him to the hilt right now, but for the sake of his sanity she takes it a few inches at a time, letting him adjust before she sinks lower. Spencer’s hands are clenched tight on her hips and he’s staring off into space like he’s ascending to another plane of existence.
She finally consumes the final inches and settles into his lap, cock fully seated inside her. She circles her hips and hums in satisfaction at the way he fills her. “Oh yeah, that’s nice.”
“Yeah…” Spencer says in the most strangled voice she’s ever heard come from him.
She smiles and settles onto her knees, waiting for Spencer to come back to himself. She can’t help but clench down around him a few times, enjoying the little moans it pulls out of him.
They put a hand on his cheek and tilt his head to look at them.
“I’m okay.” he says in the most not-okay voice she’s ever heard.
“Uh-huh.” She says, stroking the line of his jaw with her thumb. It takes a moment, but eventually his eyes focus back on her face. “Hi.” she smiles.
“I think I’m dead, dude.” Spencer says in absolute wonderment.
“You better not be.” She says, lifting herself off of him just a bit and letting herself sink back down. Spencer startles like a shotgun just went off.
“No, no, I’m alive, I’m here.” he rambles, letting go of his death grip on their hips and stroking his hands up their sides. They run over her breasts and she keens.
“Alright,” they say, “hold on tight then.”
“What-” Spencer is cut off abruptly with a moan as they rise until just the tip is still inside them, and slam down, sheathing him in one smooth move. Spencer reacts like she just touched him with a livewire, shuddering underneath her hands. She runs her fingers up the back of his neck to pull at his hair and he groans.
Then they set a rhythm. Up, down, circle; up down circle, fucking themself on Spencer’s cock. He can’t do much but try to thrust up to meet up and even that isn’t much. His hands can’t seem to find a place to settle, they move over her body, pulling at her hair, plucking at her nipples, scratching down her thighs, which are starting to burn in a very satisfying way.
He keeps returning to her tits. He’s obsessed with them, watching them bounce, trying to play with them as she moves up and down. He leans forward and tries to pull one into his mouth, whining when it falls out from the force of her thrusts. She relents and stays down, for a bit, moving her hips in little circles as he falls onto her chest, ravenous.
He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard, drawing a cry from her. He gently bites it and her hips stutter. He sucks a hickey into the sensitive underside of their boob and they clutch at his hair, pulling him closer.
He shifts his attention to the other tit and the cold air on her wet nipple almost makes her cry. He closes his teeth and tugs on it and it feels like an arrow of sensation shoots directly to their clit. Oh shit, she’s close again.
She starts to bounce again, making Spencer very disgruntled as he’s jostled around, mouth still closed on one tit. They try to push him away by his shoulders but he doesn’t move, so they grab a fistfull of hair at the back of his head, wrap it around their hand, and tug. Spencer moans and lets her drag him away from their chest.
She pulls him back, forcibly tilting his head back until he meets her eyes. He’s slack-jawed with pleasure and lets out a whine as they tug it again. Their hips never stop moving, raising and lowering on his cock a few inches at a time.
“I’m going to come.” Courtney says calmly. Spencer nods, glassy-eyed. They pull him closer and still their movement in order to kiss him, sweet as anything. They pull back and brush a curl behind his ear. “I’m going to come,” they repeat, “Don’t stop fucking me.”
Spencer nods so hard they’re momentarily worried he’s gonna give himself whiplash. “Yes, yes, yes, anything.”
They smirk, putting their hands on his shoulders for balance, and then go. They pick up the pace, raising themself up on his cock and slamming down, chasing that high, barely giving Spencer a moment to breathe as they use his cock for their own pleasure. It almost feels like they’re fucking him, the way he’s writhing underneath them, stuttered moans being pushed out of him by every thrust.
He slides a hand between their bodies and gets his thumb, slick with their orgasm, on their clit, and rubs maddening circles, twisting the rubber band of their pleasure tighter and tighter. Now it’s Courtney that’s moaning, pitch breaking as she climbs ever closer to that edge. Just as she starts to feel it coming, she pulls at his shoulders and he gets the message.
He flips them over, still connected, so she’s on her back. He gets his thumb back on her clit, braces himself on the bed, and takes over, thrusting into her with single-minded determination as her orgasm rips through her. She lets out a low, satisfied moan, broken by Spencer’s thrusts.
Spencer leans back to look at her and their breath catches at the depth of feeling in his eyes. He leans forward to kiss her but ends up just breathing into her mouth as he’s moving too fast to connect their lips.
The pleasure flows through her and he keeps the pace, thrusting into her as steady as he can. Eventually it reaches past pleasure to overstimulation and she once again grabs at his wrist.
“Thumb off,” they pant, “But don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His hips stutter, even as the hand holding him above them gives out and his upper half slumps forward into their chest. They just adjust, letting his face press into the juncture of their neck and throat. His shaky arms grasp uselessly at her chest, but he doesn’t stop.
He’s muttering under his breath, the usual stuff like, “so fucking good”, “god, you’re so wet, so perfect”, “the most beautiful thing to ever exist”.
Court just smiles, letting him push her past the brink of overstimulation and back around to pleasure again. It's gathering again, a hot coil in her stomach just waiting to be let go. She kicks the back of his legs with her feet, urging him on, and he moans into her skin. His thrusts are getting fast and sloppy, and he tilts his head to speak in her ear.
“Please,” he says, “please, just one more, I need you to- I’m so close and I need you, I need you Courtney-” he cuts himself off with a moan.
Court moans with him, her one hand finding its way back into his hair while the other migrates to her clit, rubbing while he fucks her. It’s not long before she starts shaking. Her legs want to close against the overwhelming sensation but she forces them open. Spencer pushes one down with a free hand.
“I’m…” she whispers, her breath deserting her as the orgasm rips through her. It feels like someone is taking a spoon and scooping out everything inside her, scraping the inside of her body clean. There is no sensation but Spencer on top of them, inside them, carving her open like a wildfire until nothing but him remains.
They’re barely aware of what he’s doing until he thrusts one final time, pulling her to him by the hips, like if he presses hard enough he can fuse them together. He’s pressing his teeth to their neck, not biting but almost, and Courtney can feel it when he comes inside them, a sudden rush of warmth contained by the condom, kinda gross but also kind of hot. She can feel his dick twitching as he shudders through the last vestiges of his orgasm.
He collapses bodily onto them and moves as if to roll off, but they hold tight onto him until he relents, putting his whole body weight on them.
They take a moment to breathe, enjoying the press of another warm (and kinda sweaty) body on top of them.
Their hands move to his hair. They pull it gently as an experiment and his dick twitches inside them. They laugh without air and start to card their fingers through his hair as an apology.
“I think I’m dead,” he mumbles into their shoulder, “You killed me.”
They smile and pointedly clench.
Spencer makes a wounded noise. “Please, have mercy on a poor man who just got his soul forcibly fucked out of his body by the most gorgeous person to ever exist.”
Courtney laughs fully at that. “Aw, poor guy.”
“Exactly.” Spencer raises his head so their gazes finally meet and he has that comedic glint back in his eyes.
“Uh-huh.” Courtney meets his energy, tilting her head, “And is this poor guy going to take his limp dick out of me anytime soon?”
“No.” Spencer collapses back into her chest.
She shrugs. “Okay.” and clenches once again.
He makes a very funny pained noise and finally pulls back enough so he can slip out of her. They both wince at the sudden sensation and he ties off the condom and drops it somewhere over the side of the bed before collapsing onto his back beside them.
Courtney raises her eyebrows at him.
“I’ll pick it up!” he protests.
“You better.”
They lapse into silence, both just kind of staring at each other.
“You’re very pretty.” Courtney remarks.
“Oh.” Spencer flushes, “Thank… you?”
They smile at him all sappy-like, and reach over to tuck a curl behind his ear. He catches their hand and kisses their palm.
Her smile grows wider. “That was the hand that was covered in pussy juice.”
“Oh.” He drops their hand and they laugh.
“We should get cleaned up, we’re all covered in various human fluids.” Courtney suggests.
“I hate the way you said that.” Spencer remarks.
They ignore him. “Go get a washcloth.” They say, gesturing to the bathroom.
“Why me?” Spencer asks, even as he’s sitting up and putting his legs over the side of the bed.
“Don’t forget the condom.” They remind him. He looks down and carefully shifts over from where he was going to stand up. “And why you? Because I can’t feel my legs.”
“Fair enough.” he says, standing up and picking up the condom.
They wait until he’s almost at the trash can before they continue with, “and I like the view.”
He throws away the condom and slowly turns to face them. They giggle at the look on his face and make a big show of looking him up and down. He looks back at them, blank faced, then puts a hand on his hip and cocks it.
“Work.” he says, completely deadpan.
Courtney collapses back in laughter and Spencer cracks a smile. He turns around and walks to the bathroom, calling out over his shoulder, "Enjoy the view while you can.” Courtney just laughs harder.
He brings back a warm wet washcloth and they take turns wiping each other down, tossing it in the direction of the laundry basket when they’re done. And then Courtney demands cuddles.
“It’s octopus time.” she says, holding her arms out to him.
Spencer rolls his eyes, but is happy enough to let her latch onto him like the aforementioned octopus.
They’re almost back in the same position where they started all of this, but now on the bed. Courtney’s head is pillowed on his chest, arms around each other, one of Spencer’s hands playing with their hair.
They’re silent for a bit before Spencer takes a big breath and lets it out. “I wanna be your boyfriend.” he says softly.
“Oh?”
“And I know you probably have thousands of guys lining up around the block for you because you’re smart and funny and gorgeous and you’re Courtney, so why wouldn’t they?”
“Spencer.”
“And you probably don’t… I’ll be happy with whatever you give me, but I just want-”
“Spencer.” He finally shuts up when they put a hand over his mouth. “I would love for you to be my boyfriend.”
A smile breaks across his face and just keeps getting bigger. “Really?”
“For real, dude.” Court holds out their hand for a fist bump.
“Awesome.” he returns the fist bump, then cups her face and leans in to kiss them.
It’s nice, and sweet, and Spencer’s beard tickles her cheeks, and Courtney thinks there’s nowhere in the world they’d rather be.