Page 11 of Unfinished Noise

A low groan rumbled from Spencer’s chest. His hand found the back of Jamie’s head, fingers threading through his hair without pushing. “Morning, baby,” Spencer murmured, voice rough with sleep.

Jamie pulled off long enough to answer. “Morning, Daddy Spencer.” Then he went right back down, taking as much as he could until the head bumped into the back of his throat. He gagged a little but kept going, saliva running down the shaft and over his fingers where he stroked what he couldn’t fit. Spencer’s hips lifted slightly, pushing deeper, and Jamie moaned around the cock in his mouth.

Spencer’s other hand reached down to cup Jamie’s cheek. “Fuck, that feels good. You’re so good to me.”

Jamie kept sucking, bobbing faster now, tongue pressing along the underside with every stroke. Spencer’s balls tightened under his hand. Jamie gently rolled them, sucking harder, wanting to make Spencer come. The blanket had slipped off his shoulders, cool air hitting his bare back, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was the way Spencer’s cock throbbed on his tongue, with the soft, broken sounds Spencer was making.

Spencer’s fingers tightened in Jamie’s hair. “Gonna come, baby.”

Jamie didn’t pull away. He took it deeper, swallowing around the head as Spencer’s cock pulsed and shot thick ropes of cum down his throat. Jamie swallowed every drop, licking the head clean when Spencer finally stopped twitching. He gave one last slow suck before letting the softening cock slip from his mouth.

Spencer tugged him up and pulled him against his chest, kissing the top of his head. “Love you,” he whispered.

Jamie smiled against Spencer’s skin. “Love you too, Daddy Spencer.” Jamie lay there with his cheek on Spencer’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. The taste of Spencer lingered on his tongue, and the warmth spread all over, knowing he’d made Daddy Spencer feel good first thing in the morning. Spencer’s fingers stroked slowly through Jamie’s hair, and after a minute he shifted, rolling them so Jamie was on his back with Spencer above him.

Spencer kissed him deep, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. “You’re so sweet to me, baby,” he murmured against Jamie’s lips. “Always taking care of your Daddy Spencer. I love you so much.”

Jamie smiled at him, heart fluttering. “Love you too, Daddy Spencer.”

Spencer reached for the lube on the nightstand and slicked his fingers. He kissed Jamie’s neck while he worked one finger inside, then two, stretching him open with gentle patience. “You feel so good,” Spencer whispered. “My perfect boy. Gonna take care of you now.”

Jamie moaned softly as Spencer’s fingers curled just right. When Spencer pulled them out and lined up his now hard again cock, he pushed in slow and steady, filling Jamie inch by inch until their hips met. Spencer stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to Jamie’s. “You’re mine, baby. All mine. Love you more than anything.”

He pushed with long, deep strokes, each one dragging a soft sound from Jamie’s throat. Spencer kept talking the whole time, voice low and warm. “That’s it, take Daddy Spencer. You’re so beautiful like this. Gonna make you feel so good.” Jamie wrapped his legs around Spencer’s waist, pulling him closer, loving the way their bodies moved together.

Spencer’s hand found Jamie’s cock between them, stroking in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, baby,” he said, kissing Jamie’s jaw. “Let me feel you.” Jamie came first, spilling between their stomachs with a shaky moan. Spencer followed right after, pushing deep and filling him up, whispering “Love you, love you” against his skin.

They stayed tangled together for a while, catching their breath. Eventually, Spencer pulled out gently and helped Jamie sit up. “Shower with me?” he asked, pressing a kiss to Jamie’s temple.

Jamie nodded, and they padded to the bathroom together. Spencer turned on the water and pulled Jamie under the spray once it had warmed up. He soaped Jamie’s back, massaging his shoulders, then turned him around to wash his chest and stomach. Jamie did the same for Spencer, running his hands over the familiar planes of muscle. They kissed under the water, enjoying being close.

Spencer washed Jamie’s hair, fingers gentle on his scalp. “You make me so happy,” he whispered.

Jamie leaned into the touch, eyes half-closed. “You make me happy too, Daddy Spencer.”

They rinsed off, then stood there a little longer, arms around each other while the water ran over them. Spencer kissed the top of Jamie’s wet head. “Love you, baby.”

Jamie smiled against Spencer’s chest. “Love you more.”

They answered the door when the doorbell rang just as they’d dressed.

“Are you guys ready?” Nathan asked with Alfie standing behind him.

They came in and helped carry suitcases and music equipment to Nathan’s van.

“Do you want me to sit in the back with you, or do you want to sit with Alfie?”

“I want to sit with Alfie,” Jamie said.

Alfie shot him a thumbs-up.

The traffic out of Beverly Hills was thicker than usual, with moments of gridlock amid the congestion. As they finally broke free from the city traffic and hit the open road, a wave of relief washed over Jamie. The drive to Bakersfield would give them time to decompress, to prepare for the weekend ahead. Jamie smiled at Daddy Spencer when he turned around and winked, hoping that the miles ahead would bring them closer.

Nathan pulled the van into the hotel parking lot and killed the engine. “Check‑in first, chaos later,” he said, stretching as if he’d driven across the country instead of two hours.

Jamie climbed out from behind Spencer, the warm Bakersfield air hitting him like a soft wall. The hotel wasn’t fancy, but it was clean, bright, and most importantly, it had a working AC unit. They grabbed their keys, tossed their bags in the rooms, and regrouped in the lobby.

“Bowling?” Nathan asked, already grinning like he’d been waiting all morning to talk trash.