they could get away with in the early sixties. Must've been no such thing as discrimination laws. Can you imagine a name like that turning up in a Die Hard flick... or The Mission Impossibles? Even the new James Bonds?"
"No.” Spencer laughed. “Unless it was an X-rated flick."
Jason smiled. “Seen many pornos?"
"I-” Spencer started and then abruptly turned to look out of the passenger side window. “A few,” he whispered.
"Great wanking material.” Jason was perversely pleased that Spencer wasn't a total innocent. That he enjoyed getting off and didn't consider wanking bad was promising. And Spencer had admitted it to him, too. That boded well for their relationship. Things were looking good for a good night kiss and a quick touch up.
"Um, turn left here,” Spencer said, and Jason wondered if he were trying to change the subject as well as giving directions. “I can't wait to find out what The Odeon will show next,” Spencer continued. “I love seeing old movies on the big screen—totally different experience."
Yup, definitely trying to change the subject. Jason laughed softly. “They're having a Cary Grant double feature in a few weeks. Maybe we can go to that."
"Cary Grant! I love his movies."
"It's a date then. I'll buy tickets as soon as I can,” Jason said. Spencer was acting like a kid on Christmas morning and Jason found the mix of innocence and enthusiasm endearing.
"And I'll buy the popcorn."
"And maybe you'll be more used to me kissing you by then and you won't drop it.” Jason glanced sideways and bit back a laugh at Spencer's stunned expression.
"M-my house is coming up.” Spencer pointed to the right of the street. “Before the next street light."
Jason pulled up outside the pretty cottage that looked more like the home of an elderly lady than one of a young, gay... no, scratch that. It looked like just the place Spencer would live. Jason was looking forward to dragging Spencer, kicking and screaming probably, into the twenty first century. He had a thought, one that originated above his navel this time. “Everything look okay? No prowlers?"
"Prowlers?” Spencer looked out the passenger side window at his home. “Everything looks fine."
"As long as you're sure.” Jason slid his arm around Spencer's shoulders, easing him closer across the center console. “I had a good time tonight. You're great company."
"Me too, thanks for inviting me."
"Anytime.” Jason closed his eyes, letting the word caress Spencer's lips before his own lips brushed them, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Anytime at all.” He pressed his lips against Spencer's for the second time that evening. When he felt Spencer relax, Jason's tongue probed his slightly parted lips. “Relax, it's nice."
Spencer exhaled a quick, shuddery breath and he licked his lips. “Yes..."
"Good."
Spencer's lips were more yielding this time when Jason kissed him. They parted easily and Jason's tongue slipped between them to stroke Spencer's. Spencer sighed, a little whimper of acquiescence that made Jason's heart beat faster. “Can I stay?"
The groan that Spencer let out did not sound like a yes.
"Not tonight.” Spencer turned his head away from Jason.
The skin of Spencer's neck was smooth under Jason's fingertips. “Sure?"
"Yes,” Spencer whispered. “Rain check?"
"Oh, yes.” Jason turned Spencer's face back to him, kissing him soundly. “As soon as possible..."
Spencer pulled away and reached for the door handle. “I better go. Thanks for the movies."
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Chapter Five
Spencer closed the door and peeked out between the dark blue curtains at the window to watch Jason pull away. What a night. It brought a smile to his face when he thought about Jason. If anyone had told Spencer he'd be friends with Jason, well Spencer would have laughed. Who would have guessed that he and his co-worker would have anything in common, let alone enough to keep them both entertained for the
"No.” Spencer laughed. “Unless it was an X-rated flick."
Jason smiled. “Seen many pornos?"
"I-” Spencer started and then abruptly turned to look out of the passenger side window. “A few,” he whispered.
"Great wanking material.” Jason was perversely pleased that Spencer wasn't a total innocent. That he enjoyed getting off and didn't consider wanking bad was promising. And Spencer had admitted it to him, too. That boded well for their relationship. Things were looking good for a good night kiss and a quick touch up.
"Um, turn left here,” Spencer said, and Jason wondered if he were trying to change the subject as well as giving directions. “I can't wait to find out what The Odeon will show next,” Spencer continued. “I love seeing old movies on the big screen—totally different experience."
Yup, definitely trying to change the subject. Jason laughed softly. “They're having a Cary Grant double feature in a few weeks. Maybe we can go to that."
"Cary Grant! I love his movies."
"It's a date then. I'll buy tickets as soon as I can,” Jason said. Spencer was acting like a kid on Christmas morning and Jason found the mix of innocence and enthusiasm endearing.
"And I'll buy the popcorn."
"And maybe you'll be more used to me kissing you by then and you won't drop it.” Jason glanced sideways and bit back a laugh at Spencer's stunned expression.
"M-my house is coming up.” Spencer pointed to the right of the street. “Before the next street light."
Jason pulled up outside the pretty cottage that looked more like the home of an elderly lady than one of a young, gay... no, scratch that. It looked like just the place Spencer would live. Jason was looking forward to dragging Spencer, kicking and screaming probably, into the twenty first century. He had a thought, one that originated above his navel this time. “Everything look okay? No prowlers?"
"Prowlers?” Spencer looked out the passenger side window at his home. “Everything looks fine."
"As long as you're sure.” Jason slid his arm around Spencer's shoulders, easing him closer across the center console. “I had a good time tonight. You're great company."
"Me too, thanks for inviting me."
"Anytime.” Jason closed his eyes, letting the word caress Spencer's lips before his own lips brushed them, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Anytime at all.” He pressed his lips against Spencer's for the second time that evening. When he felt Spencer relax, Jason's tongue probed his slightly parted lips. “Relax, it's nice."
Spencer exhaled a quick, shuddery breath and he licked his lips. “Yes..."
"Good."
Spencer's lips were more yielding this time when Jason kissed him. They parted easily and Jason's tongue slipped between them to stroke Spencer's. Spencer sighed, a little whimper of acquiescence that made Jason's heart beat faster. “Can I stay?"
The groan that Spencer let out did not sound like a yes.
"Not tonight.” Spencer turned his head away from Jason.
The skin of Spencer's neck was smooth under Jason's fingertips. “Sure?"
"Yes,” Spencer whispered. “Rain check?"
"Oh, yes.” Jason turned Spencer's face back to him, kissing him soundly. “As soon as possible..."
Spencer pulled away and reached for the door handle. “I better go. Thanks for the movies."
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Chapter Five
Spencer closed the door and peeked out between the dark blue curtains at the window to watch Jason pull away. What a night. It brought a smile to his face when he thought about Jason. If anyone had told Spencer he'd be friends with Jason, well Spencer would have laughed. Who would have guessed that he and his co-worker would have anything in common, let alone enough to keep them both entertained for the
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