Better than Sex (San Francisco Sex Gods #1)

Chapter 25

TWENTY-FIVE

Mickey

“A sex lesson ?” Mickey asked, taking a seat on Spencer’s couch. He’d been curious about what Spencer had planned for their Sunday evening, but he never could’ve predicted that.

“You heard me right.” Spencer placed two glasses on the counter and poured a generous amount of Maker’s Mark into each. “Xander is hanging out with Henry and Quinn tonight, so we’ll have the apartment to ourselves.” With a snap and a point, he added, “We should have snacks.”

Spencer ducked, disappearing behind the kitchen island. “Do you like chips?” he called out as he rooted around in the lower cabinets.

“Chips are good.” Mickey inched closer to the coffee table, where a bedsheet was draped over a number of mysterious lumps. One lump looked suspiciously like a penis – a six-inch-tall rod tenting the sheet like a morning erection. Curiosity got the best of him, and he lifted a corner of the sheet to peek underneath.

“Hey! No peeking!” Spencer hurried to the couch with the glasses of whiskey and a bag of chips wedged under one elbow. He handed Mickey his drink and dropped the chips on the cushion between them.

“Prepare to be amazed. Entertained. Titillated,” Spencer said, adopting the cadence of a carnival barker. “I present to you, the greatest show on earth: Gay Sex.” Spencer swept his hand through the air with a dreamy faraway look, as if he could see a glittering marquee lit up with the words Gay Sex . “Tonight you’ll learn everything you need to know to join the ranks of the sex gods.”

Like a magician performing a dramatic reveal, Spencer threw back the sheet with a snap of his wrist. “Our props for the evening.”

Mickey’s suspicion had been correct. There was a dildo on the coffee table – an eerily realistic silicone penis, complete with two plump balls. Next to that were condoms, three bottles of lube, and an assortment of black sex toys.

Mickey tried to take it all in. His attention kept shifting back to the dildo, standing proud and at the ready. When he finally surveyed the entire table and saw the bag of gummy peach rings, he let out a bray of nervous laughter. “Peach rings?”

“Those are going to be our stand-in for buttholes.”

“Oh sugar beet,” Mickey murmured under his breath.

“Ready to dive in?”

“I’m still not exactly sure what’s happening.”

“I’m giving you a crash course on sex. Usually you figure this stuff out by fumbling around as a teenager, but you’re going to jump to the head of the class. I’m giving you all my best tips and techniques. You’ll be a legend on Grindr in no time.”

Mickey dug his teeth into his bottom lip and twisted one of the lube bottles in slow circles.

“Nervous?” Spencer asked.

“A little.”

Spencer patted Mickey’s knee. “There’s nothing to be nervous about. We’re just going to fool around and have some fun.” He held up his hands, palms out. “No nudity required. Trust me?”

Mickey took an exaggerated inhale and blew out his breath with a sigh. His mouth curved into a timid smile. “Okay, yeah, let’s do it.”

“That’s the spirit!” Spencer rubbed his hands together in glee. “Normally, I’d start with kissing, but you’re already really good at that.” His gaze dropped to Mickey’s lips and lingered. “So…um…” He cleared his throat and continued. “Let’s move on to blow jobs.”

Spencer cradled the dildo with loving reverence. “This beauty is a replica of the porn star Holden Cox’s dick. I can attest to its accuracy.” With a bow of his head, he handed the silicone cock to Mickey. “It’s a good one for practice because he’s thick but not excessively long. Take as much into your mouth as you comfortably can and grip the rest with your hand.”

Mickey eyed the dildo suspiciously. “Has this ever been…you know…”

“Up my ass?” Spencer smirked and shook his head. “No, it’s brand new. I bought it specifically for tonight.”

Mickey ran his fingers up and down the dildo’s shaft. Tested its heft. Squeezed one of the firm balls. This was a porn star’s cock, and it was about the same size as his own dick. That gave him a burst of confidence. “Here goes nothing.” He wrapped his lips around the head of the dildo and slid it into his mouth until it reached the back of his throat and the balls brushed against his chin.

When he looked up and saw Spencer’s astonished expression, he slid the toy out of his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Oh no, did I do it wrong?”

“Uh, what…no,” Spencer spluttered. “It’s just, most guys can’t take that much on their first try.”

“I don’t have a gag reflex,” Mickey explained.

“Well then, you are going to be very popular.”

They broke into laughter and clinked their glasses together. Once they’d finished their whiskey and were feeling buzzed and loose, Spencer got down to the lesson. He taught Mickey how to use his tongue – how to swirl it around the head and stimulate the frenulum. How to use his hand to jerk the guy off while he blew him. When to apply a little suction. When to take a break and lick the guy’s nuts.

“We should talk about nipple play. It can drive a guy crazy during a blow job. Do you play with your nipples when you jerk off?”

Prickly heat burned the tips of Mickey’s ears. “Sometimes.” With a whisper he admitted, “Most times.”

“Great. Now, licking and sucking them is always good, but if you’re blowing him, you’ll have to use your hands. You have your roll, your pinch, and your flick.” Spencer held his fingers in front of him and demonstrated each technique. “Here, show me what you’ve got.”

Spencer hiked up his shirt, revealing his perfect pecs and lean stomach. Mickey’s eyes immediately locked onto his nipples, smooth and pink, already hardening in anticipation of his touch.

“You want me to play with your nipples?”

Spencer nodded. “It’s okay,” he added, his tone encouraging.

Mickey gently gripped Spencer’s right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Gave it a little pinch. When it hardened into a tight nub, he rolled it more firmly. His dick stirred to life in his pants. He shifted his knee to hide his crotch. Although he wasn’t sure how he was expected to play with Spencer’s nipples and not get hard, he was certain a visible boner would ruin the moment.

“Use your other hand, too.” When Mickey took hold of his left nipple and rolled them at the same time, Spencer’s breath caught in his chest and his gaze softened, his eyelids fluttering closed. “Uh, good. Now, um, it’s easy to zone out and keep doing the same thing. The trick is to change things up. Keep me, I mean, keep him guessing.”

Mickey switched to flicking the edges of his fingernails over each stiff peak. With a sharp inhale, Spencer stilled Mickey’s hands and lowered them. He pulled down his shirt and took a gulp of whiskey. “That was great, uh, your technique is great. That will really help bring a guy to the edge.”

“Speaking of that, what happens when he’s ready to…what do you do with…” Goose bumps stippled Mickey’s arms. Say the word . “With his cum.”

A smile lit up Spencer’s face. “Swallow it, usually. But not all guys like the taste. You could let him come on your face, or your chest.”

Mickey was rock hard. He squirmed, trying to release his dick from the fold of denim holding it at an uncomfortable angle. His arid throat clicked when he swallowed. “Can I have more whiskey?”

While Spencer went to get the bottle of whiskey, Mickey slid his hand into his pants and adjusted himself, sighing in relief when his cock was finally pointing straight up and no longer trapped by his clothing. He was quick, but not quick enough. Spencer returned from the kitchen as he was slipping his fingers out from under his waistband.

A knowing smirk on his lips, Spencer sat next to him and poured each of them another drink. “Time to move on to butt fucking.”

Trying to mask his embarrassment at being caught with his hand in his pants, Mickey lifted his chin and raised his glass. “The main event.”

“Damn straight.” Spencer clinked their glasses and took a sip of whiskey. “The first thing to talk about is proper prep. It’s rarely shown in porn, but it’s important. The anus doesn’t like surprises.”

Mickey giggled, which drew a giggle out of Spencer as well. “It’s true, though. You have to open him up, get him wet. One of the best ways is rimming.” He opened the bag of peach rings and tossed one to Mickey. “Here, have an asshole.”

They spent the next twenty minutes licking and fingering peach rings, covering all the finer points of anilingus in between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. The whiskey kept flowing, and Mickey floated on a wave of euphoria, feeling more comfortable about sex than he ever had in his life. Once he started asking questions, they rolled out of him in a liquor-fueled haze. How do you find the prostate? How do you use that toy? How do you put on a condom? Which type of lube is best? How do you take a guy inside of yourself?

Spencer answered all his questions, becoming increasingly animated and goofy, doing whatever he could to get a laugh out of Mickey. “Oh!” Spencer took a shot of whiskey and leapt to his feet. “We should go over all the positions!” He grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and started humping it. Then he slowed down and talked Mickey through every position, explaining how to get the angle right, how to stroke the prostate with every thrust.

Watching Spencer rolling and thrusting his hips had Mickey hard again. Spencer was wearing a pair of loose sweatpants, so the increased prominence and heavier swing of Spencer’s bulge suggested that all the humping was having the same effect on him. Mickey was mapping the contours of Spencer’s crotch when he heard a soft “Hey.”

Spencer was grinning at him. He tossed the throw pillow into Mickey’s lap. “Your turn.”

Slightly mortified, Mickey slid the pillow over his erection. “You want me to practice…thrusting?”

“Not thrusting .” Spencer drove his pelvis into the air a few more times, holding onto an imaginary guy’s hips. “ Fucking .”

Mickey averted his gaze and picked at the pillow’s piping.

“We’ve got to get you comfortable with dirty talk.” Spencer plopped onto the couch and patted the cushion next to him.

Mickey set the throw pillow on the floor and joined Spencer on the couch.

“I know you don’t swear around kids. I get that. But this is sex , Mick. It’s raw. It’s dirty. Swearing is fun. It’s exciting. It gets you in the mood.” He picked up the dildo and shook it a little. “This isn’t a ‘penis.’ You’re not in a doctor’s appointment. ‘Dick’ is okay, but if the guy is hard, ‘cock’ is better. Let me hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

Mischief glinted in Spencer’s eyes. “Say: ‘I want to suck your cock.’”

Mickey’s cheeks burned. “Oh brother.” Spencer slipped the dildo into his mouth and raised his eyebrows, encouraging Mickey to repeat the phrase. “I want to, um…suck your… cock .” He leaned forward and whispered the last word.

Spencer popped the dildo out of his mouth. “How did that feel?”

“I don’t know. Weird.” Mickey flashed a playful smile. “Good.”

“Say it again, Mick. I want to suck your cock.”

“I want to suck your cock.”

“Lick my balls.”

“Lick my balls,” Mickey repeated. He felt a pulse in his cock as a drop of pre-cum wet his briefs. Even after all the whiskey, he was rock hard and more aroused than he ever got with porn. Dirty talk was exciting. It was silly, but he felt naughty, and it was working for him.

Spencer let out a loud, obscene groan. “Fuck me in the ass. Say it.”

“Fuck me in the ass!” They erupted into laughter. Spencer wrapped his arm around Mickey’s shoulders and pulled him against his chest. His breath tickled the shell of Mickey’s ear. “You good?”

“Yeah. Really good.”

“Here.” Spencer handed him the dildo. “I bought him for you. Take him home and practice.”

In other words: This is the only dick you’re ever going to get from me.

The smile slipped from Mickey’s face. “Thanks.” The sex lesson had been fun, but nothing had changed because he rimmed a peach ring or said the word “fuck.” Once they were done, he’d go back to reading romance novels and jerking off (although now it might be with a dildo up his ass), and Spencer would go back to hooking up with all the guys that weren’t him.

Spencer

Mickey frowned, and his chin dropped to his chest.

“Hey.” Spencer rubbed his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Mickey wiggled the dildo. “Guess this will have to tide me over. Who knows how long it’ll be until I get to try the real thing?”

Spencer’s inhibitions had been obliterated over an hour ago. He bit his tongue to stop himself from blurting out, “ I’ll do you right here! ” His fingertips trailed over Mickey’s warm skin until they dipped under the hem of his sleeve. It would be so easy to slip off his shirt, to kiss his way down his chest, to unbuckle his belt…

But they’d tried that already, and when it was time to go all the way he’d turned Mickey down. It was the right thing to do in the moment, but it cost him his shot. In the aftermath, Mickey had asked to be friends. It wasn’t fair to push him for more than he was willing to give.

Spencer forced a cheerfulness into his words that he wasn’t feeling. “C’mon, what are you talking about?”

“I’m a shy virgin with a hairy belly who works as a nanny. Guys aren’t exactly breaking down my door.” Mickey’s eyelids drooped and his words were starting to slur. “I’m not like you.”

No. You’re better.

“You’re cute,” Spencer said. He gave Mickey’s arm a playful slap when he rolled his eyes. “In a good way. Plenty of guys are going to be into you. You just have to put yourself out there.”

Mickey snorted, and Spencer couldn’t blame him. He’d put himself out there at Spencer’s birthday party and had gotten shot down. It was a blow to the fragile self-esteem he’d been cultivating. Now that alcohol had weakened Mickey’s defenses, the truth was slipping out.

An unfamiliar emotion crashed through Spencer. Shame . He’d hurt Mickey. Built up his confidence and then pulled the rug out from under him. And all because he wanted to check a box on a list? How unimaginably selfish could one person be?

It wasn’t too late to do the right thing. He could rebuild Mickey’s confidence, in a way that made sense for him. Maybe he wouldn’t be a carbon copy of Quinn, or Xander, or Blake – and that was okay. Mickey didn’t need to be a sex god to have the satisfying sex life he deserved. He just needed to realize he was good enough, exactly the way he was.

“What about Ian, at my party? He hit on you.”

“He hit on everyone,” Mickey said with a wry smile.

“Fair enough. But he wasn’t the only one. A lot of guys were checking you out that night.”

Mickey’s smile warmed and hope flashed in his drowsy eyes. “Get out.”

“I find it hard to believe that guys aren’t flirting with you everywhere you go.”

Mickey shrugged. “I’m not sure I’d know if they were.”

And that’s because of me and my damn mixed signals. “Well, you could always make the first move. Go ahead. Flirt with me.”

Mickey waggled his brows, and his right eye fluttered closed. “Do you have a telescope?” he asked, his voice husky. “’Cause I’d really like to see Uranus.”

They burst into laughter.

“Maybe avoid cheesy pickup lines,” Spencer said once he was able to catch his breath. “Listen, flirting is easy. It’s just letting a guy know he caught your eye and then holding his attention. You make eye contact, compliment him. Engage in a little banter, a little playful innuendo. Look for reasons to brush against him or touch his hand. See? Easy.”

“Easy,” Mickey repeated, his words dissolving into a yawn.

Spencer lay back against the couch’s armrest and patted his chest, inviting Mickey to lay his head down. His arm stroked up and down Mickey’s back in a lazy, aimless pattern. Having Mickey in his arms was comforting. They fit together seamlessly. Sex with him would have been incredible.

Spencer forced out his next question with a pang of regret. “Do you know any guys that might be interested in you?”

Mickey hummed. “There’s Keith at the rescue shelter where I volunteer. He winks at me sometimes. Talks about flirting with guys.”

“That sounds promising. Do you think he’s attractive?”

“I guess so. He has nice hair.”

“When you see Keith next, ask him if he wants to grab coffee. Or go to a movie.”

Mickey snuggled into Spencer’s side. He was fading fast. “Ask him on a date?”

“Yeah. Why not?”

“I thought sex gods don’t date.”

“We don’t.” Hookup culture worked for Spencer, but it wasn’t right for everyone. It wasn’t right for Mickey. He deserved more than a meaningless hookup with a guy that might not even ask for his name. Mickey was too sensitive for that. His first time should be with someone who would make it special for him.

He could only lose his virginity once, and Spencer wouldn’t do to Mickey what Garrett had done to him. As much as he wanted to sleep with Mickey, as much as he craved his touch, he wouldn’t take something that wasn’t his to take. If he was serious about doing right by Mickey, the noble thing to do would be to step aside and help him find the man who could give him everything he wanted.

“You could, though,” Spencer said softly. “Date. If you wanted to.”

Mickey draped his arm across Spencer’s waist. He mumbled against Spencer’s pec as his eyelids drifted closed. “Don’t you ever get lonely?” His breathing slowed as he fell asleep.

Tears welled in Spencer’s eyes, and he blinked rapidly to disperse them. He pressed a kiss to the top of Mickey’s head and inhaled the clean scent of bourbon shampoo.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”