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“There’s nothing wrong with that at all. I like doing this. I don’t do it often, but when I can, I think it’s some of the most fun possible,” he said, slipping his hand up the T-shirt. “There’s nothing wrong with playing, is there?”

My feelings were about to get hurt. I could feel it, but there was no stopping it now. It was already in the midst of happening. “What other stuff is coupley then?” I asked.

“Cuddling, well, spooning especially. I’m a big spoon, and I hope you’re the little spoon,” he said. “And then there’s going to the gym together, although I don’t want to make your trainer jealous. And we’ve already ticked fucking in the shower.”

“Yeah, I’m little spoon, and my trainer is only Monday to Wednesday, he’s not there tomorrow.”

He pulled his hand out from beneath the T-shirt and tousled it through my hair. “It’s fun to play pretend, don’t you think?”

“Unless one of us gets hurt,” I mustered, staring into his eyes. From the way the light hit them, they appeared so deep, like I was being sucked inside.

“I’d never hurt anyone, these muscles are for show, and pleasure,” he said, bringing my head in to kiss me. “Kissing is also coupley, right?”

I gave in to it all. “Very coupley.”

7. OSCAR

As soon as conversation shifted to couples and stuff couples did, I knew it was too late. I saw the way he looked at me, and the way I looked at him. We were both thinking the same things analyzing the things we’d done in the past twenty-four hours together. It wasn’t the least no-string attached I’d ever been with someone, and in the same city I lived in. I’d never really done that before, most of the time, getting laid happened at night, in a new city, and just the once before I was off on a flight. Numbers were never exchanged and we only knew each other on first names.

Spence had practically given me his entire life story before we had sex, and then shortly after, I was far too eager to share my number with him. I’d been the one who wanted to see him again. I was the one who broke my own rule, and I wasn’t even mad about it. Mostly, as we played more Mario Kart, I was trying to figure out how he was reacted to the word couple.

We didn’t end up watching a movie, because by that point. We’d grown so tired from feeling full and playing games together that we went to bed and cuddled together. I loved wrapping my big arms around him, like he was a small twig and I was a large branch.

I was out for the count once my head hit the pillow. Second night in a row sleeping in my own bed, it was a nice feeling. It was even nicer spending the night in a bed beside another warm body that didn’t have to immediately leave. It was strange that he wanted to stay over, that didn’t happen often, mostly because I usually had to leave early, or my partner was there just for the sex.

Spence woke me, rolling around in my arms to get comfy.

He turned around and face me. “Don’t wake up now,” he said. “My breath is gonna smell so bad.”

“I did tell you to use my toothbrush after me,” I said, stretching out as I let out a yawning moan in his ear. “I told you mouthwash alone wouldn’t do the job.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t using someone else’s toothbrush,” he said, covering his mouth.

I find it funny how he’d packed an extra jock in his bag, lube, and a toy, but he forget a toothbrush and even a change of clothes. I didn’t mind either part, because I had easy solutions to both.

“You wanna know how I like to wake up in the morning?” I asked, stretching out again around him.

His hand slipped down my body. “I can take a guess.” He touched my cock, rock solid as it was every single morning. Waking up was a reset to the erections, and since he’d given me plenty yesterday, even though only two were used. Today, my cock was starting off harder. “I can take a big guess.”

“Go on then,” I said. “Guess right and you get a big reward.”

Spence slithered down my body, kissing me all the way to my underwear.

I rolled on my back for him. “You really are bigger in every way possible than me,” he said from under the comforter.

“Go on,” I said. “What are you waiting for?”

In hurried excitement, he pulled my briefs away and spread my legs. I was still letting out another yawn. He was more than welcome to waking me up like this, in fact, this was probably the most coupley thing we were doing, morning sex.

He wasted no time in wrapping his lips around my cock, up and down, caressing my balls all before he whipped back the comforter to show me what he was doing. “See,” he said, his cock against mine. He packed an average size cock, on the thin side, uncut, like most the men I’d been with from South America. Even if that was just one side of his family. He held both of our cocks by the base and used them like batons, hitting each other and transferring the sweet nectar of both our cocks against each other.

“Taste yourself on me,” I said. “Put it all on me and suck it off.”

Spence nodded and got to work. He sucked his stickiness right off my cock, and then went back in for seconds, and thirds. I was now the one struggling not to cum as he held my balls with one hand and stroked my cock with the other. I felt like if I didn’t get him breakfast soon enough he might suck my cock clean off.

“Cum for me,” he said.

“Oh no, you don’t—”