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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Spencer_Porter/Mason_McCarthy
  Character:
      Spencer_Porter, Mason_McCarthy
  Additional Tags:
      Songfic, Intimacy, Making_Love
  Series:
      Part 3 of The_Hilary_Duff_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-16 Words: 1654
****** Reach Out ******
by beastieboys
Summary
     Spencer's had sex, but he's never made love.
Notes
     This didn't end up sounding anything remotely close to Reach_Out_by
     Hilary_Duff, but I like it so here it is!! Based of a prompt from my
     Spenson_McPorter_tumblr!!
Mason breathes through his mouth, waiting. His eyes are closed, his hands by
his sides. He’s resting on his knees, which would probably be aching right now
if he weren’t on a bed.
 
Spencer’s bed.
 
Mason opens one eye, just to see what would happen, and to his surprise, the
lights are off. He can’t see anything, considering there aren’t any windows in
Spencer’s basement bedroom. The darkness of the outside world actually unnerves
him a little, so he closes the eye back to the darkness of his eyelids.
 
Spencer’s in the room somewhere, he can hear his breathing, too, steady like
Mason’s. There is tension between them, because it feels like so much has built
up to this: gentle touches, glances during glee club, playing footsie under the
cafeteria tables. A confession. The anticipation is killing Mason.
 
“I’m going insane.” he finally says, his words cutting through the silence like
a knife.
 
“Hm?” is Spencer’s reply, from somewhere near him.
 
“Touch me.” Mason pleads, his voice laced with desperation. His clothes are
still on, and his dick soft, but he’s ready. He’s so ready.
 
“Hold on a minute.” Spencer replies, as if he’s in the middle of something, but
there’s no movement.
 
Mason feels the bed shift under pressure, probably because of new weight on the
bed. Spencer.
 
"Reach out, Mason." Spencer whispers into the seemingly endless void between
them.
 
Mason holds out a hand and it grazes what must be Spencer's arm. His skin is
soft; he wants more.
 
Spencer told him beforehand that he's had a lot of sex (which Mason still isn't
sure he believes), but he's never made love. He's never held someone just to
hold them or taken his time with them. That's what Spencer wants to do with
Mason. He wants to be as intimate as possible.
 
That warms Mason's heart and makes all this longing feel worthwhile.
 
Mason strokes up and down Spencer's arm, feeling each and every small bump
there, memorizing them. Spencer grabs Mason's shoulder and rubs it, his hand
moving closer to his neck. When Spencer's hand gets there, his other hand joins
in and they feel Mason's collarbones. Mason pulls his arm away to let Spencer
take over with whatever he wants to do.
 
Spencer's hands move from his neck to his jaw, mapping every inch with his
palms. A thumb comes up to Mason's lips and circles them, taking in their
shape. Mason opens his mouth and the thumb slips in.
 
It feels weird, but Mason is in no position to deny the contact. He doesn’t
move anything (his lips, his tongue, or his jaw) and lets Spencer do what he
wants.
 
Spencer’s thumb drags along each tooth and gum, and then the roof of his mouth
to his tongue. The thumb slips out.
 
Mason feels Spencer’s breath on his jaw, silent, but ever present.
 
And then it happens.
 
Spencer’s lips are tentative, but they make contact with Mason’s and his heart
feels like a bomb, ticking and ticking, waiting to explode. Spencer pulls back
after a moment, making the kiss nothing but a chaste one.
 
Mason wants to say more, more, but this is about intimacy, about feeling and
connecting and becoming one.
 
Spencer’s mouth returns and this time they mold perfectly with Mason’s own.
Mason wants to see Spencer, to assign a facial expression with these actions.
Guess that’ll have to come next time.
 
Mason shivers. Next time.
 
Spencer brings a hand to cup the side of Mason’s face as they kiss, the only
sound in the room the gentle pops when they let go of each other.
 
“Lay down.” Spencer directs, and Mason does so. He leans back on his elbows
until he’s all the way down.
 
Mason reaches to find Spencer again, the darkness making this harder but
somehow better.
 
Spencer bumps heads with Mason, apparently in trying to find his face and mouth
again. It hurts like hell, but Spencer’s lips make up for it, leaving gentle
kisses on Mason's forehead leading to his mouth. When they reconnect, Spencer
slips his tongue in and Mason manages to find the other boy's hips with his
hands.
 
Spencer's mouth leaves Mason's and trails downward, giving him the liberty to
breathe out of his mouth like he needs to. He’s really out of breath.
 
Spencer feels around Mason's hips for the edge of his shirt and pulls on it,
peeling the fabric from Mason's skin, now coated in a thin layer of sweat.
Mason lifts his head and his arms for a moment to allow the shirt to come off
of him. He rests back down into his original position.
 
Spencer sucks on Mason's collarbones, making Mason throw his head back, partly
from pleasure, partly because he wants to give the other boy more access. Since
neither of them can really see anything, Mason bets there will be a few hickeys
left, especially if Spencer doesn't know when to stop.

"Nn," Mason whines, his dick hardening. It's not that he hasn't been turned on
since the lights went off, it's just that this whole thing's been going too
slow for him to get a real grip on it.

"Hold on, baby. I'll take care of you soon." Spencer whispers into Mason's ear,
so unlike anything he's ever said before. Mason shivers and the other boys
licks the shell of his ear.

Spencer kisses his way back down Mason's neck and to his chest, a new,
uncharted area. He finds a nipple and Mason lets out a low moan. There's no
reason to hold it, considering that's probably the reason they're having sex in
complete silence.
 
After pausing for only a moment on Mason's nipples, he travels lower and lower,
kisses trailing behind him in random formations, covering Mason's entire
stomach. Spencer’s mouth reaches Mason’s belt and disappear from Mason’s body
altogether, making him whine.
 
“Hold on,” Spencer says again, “it’s hard to undo a belt in the dark.”
 
He does his best to anyways, fumbling around with the buckle until he can slide
it out of the loops of Mason’s jeans. Spencer then unhooks the button and
unzips the zipper. Mason lifts his hips to allow Spencer to pull his pants off,
leaving Mason lying in nothing but his underwear.
 
“I wish I could see you right now.” Spencer says.
 
“You didn’t really think this through, did you?” Mason asks, sass lining his
words.
 
“No.” Spencer laughs, leaving the bed. A moment later, a light appears through
the room, minimal, but enough for the two boys to be able to see each other.
Spencer still has all of his clothes on, including socks. Mason’s underwear has
stripes on it.
 
“Alright, where were we?” Spencer asks, climbing back onto the bed and locking
lips with the other boy. Mason smiles into the kiss, more comfortable with this
amount of light.
 
Spencer sits up on his knees and pulls his shirt off, and then he stands,
shrugging his pants off as well. Soon both boys are in nothing but underwear,
and Mason feels Spencer’s chest with his hands.
 
“Please,” Mason whispers, his dick hard and aching through his underwear.
Spencer chuckles a little and slips the underwear off.
 
Mason expects Spencer to suck him off or something (or vice versa), but instead
he kisses Mason as he reaches past him, presumably for lube and a condom.
 
When Spencer’s arm returns, it has exactly what Mason thought. Spencer lubes up
his fingers and brings one up to Mason’s rim. It feels fast, for some reason,
maybe because mason hasn’t even been touched and now he’s about to get fucked.
 
Spencer inserts a little bit of his first finger into Mason, giving the other
boy time to adjust. Mason nods once he’s situated enough and Spencer puts the
rest of that finger in, poking around some. Mason feels the second finger slide
in and Spencer scissors the two fingers together.
 
Spencer finds Mason’s prostate and strokes it with the fingers, making Mason
cry out in desperation.
 
“Please!” Mason whimpers. Spencer inserts a third finger for a moment, but then
pulls all of his fingers out suddenly, leaving Mason feel naked (ironically)
and a little cold.
 
And then he feels the head of Spencer’s dick, covered by latex.
 
Spencer is pushing in slowly, which must be hard, considering if he’s half as
horny as Mason is. This is about love, Mason. L o v e.
Once Spencer’s dick is fully sheathed within the other boy, he pulls out and
begins to thrust at a painstakingly slow pace. It’s all so slow. So caring. It
makes Mason blush a little because it means Spencer wants to take his time and
enjoy this experience.
 
Spencer leans down and kisses Mason, soft and sweet, tasting his lips and
licking at them to make them open. Mason allows the other boy to do what he
pleases, his mouth going limp enough for Spencer to fit his tongue into his
mouth.
 
The silence is filled by moans and gasps, short breaths and friction, but it
feels like a really good rendition of John Cage’s 4:33.
 
Spencer whispers, “I’m close.”
 
Mason nods in agreement. Spencer speeds his hips up enough for real friction
between them and soon reaches orgasm. He moans Mason’s name as he fills the
condom with his seed. He falls over Mason’s chest.
 
Mason still hasn’t come yet, so when Spencer picks himself up off of the boy,
he takes Mason’s dick in his hand and touches it in all the right places. Mason
grunts and comes in Spencer’s hands, collapsing.
 
The two boys breathe for a few moments, and Spencer leaves the bed to throw the
condom away. When he returns, he snuggles up to Mason, placing his head in the
crook of his neck.
 
“I love you.” Mason says, stroking Spencer’s back.
 
He freezes, his eyes widening when he realizes what he said.
 
Shit.
 
 
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