Free Beware of Geeks Bearing Gifts by Charlie Cochet

skin, sending a shiver through him. Not giving it any thought, Spencer covered Quinn’s mouth with his.
    The kiss between them exploded in a rolling storm of heat and need. Spencer hungrily accepted everything Quinn was willing to give. Whatever Spencer had imagined Quinn tasted and felt like was blown out of the water. Quinn made a meal of Spencer’s lips, his tongue plunging and exploring. He tasted sweet from dessert, with a hint of coffee, and his strong hands kneaded Spencer’s ass. His cock strained against Spencer’s jeans, and Spencer pressed himself against Quinn’s hard body, his fingers digging into the soft yet firm flesh of Quinn’s biceps.
    Quinn thrust up against him, and Spencer moaned at the feel of Quinn’s erection pushing against his ass. They kissed heatedly, teeth nipping, tongues dueling, their breaths growing ragged. Spencer lost himself in Quinn’s embrace, in his strength and the firmness of his body underneath him. He was desperate and greedy for more. Spencer broke the kiss only to move his lips to Quinn’s jaw before trailing kisses down to his neck, aware of Quinn’s sharp intake of breath. Urged by Quinn’s reaction, Spencer nipped at Quinn’s skin, relishing the deep groan that rumbled from his chest. Quinn moved his hand between them, cupping Spencer through his jeans before a knock at the door startled the hell out of both of them.
    Shit . Spencer let his head rest against Quinn’s. Well, it was good while it lasted.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    “YOU HAVE got to be fucking kidding me.”
    Quinn let out a low growl at the pounding on his door. He ignored it for a moment, concentrating on the wonderful guy in his arms. Quinn looked into questioning green eyes. He could see it all over Spencer’s expressive face: Spencer was worried that Quinn might be regretting it, or that whatever had just happened was a momentary lapse in judgment, a heat-of-the-moment thing. Quinn kissed Spencer, smiling against his lips.
    “This isn’t over.”
    Spencer returned his kiss, his hands on Quinn’s cheeks. He pulled away with a breathy laugh. “Good.”
    “ Oye , Quinn. You alive?”
    “I’m going to kill him.” Quinn waited for Spencer to climb off him, thanking him when he handed Quinn his crutch.
    “Who is it?”
    “Friend from work. He’s on my team.”
    What the hell was Javier doing here? And why couldn’t the guy pick up his damned phone and call first? Quinn opened the door, surprised to see Javier wasn’t alone. The rest of their friends were with him.
    “Bro, what took you so long? You jacking off or something?”
    Manny looked over Quinn’s shoulder, a sly smile coming onto his face. “Or something.”
    Quinn gaped at Javier in disbelief. “For fuck’s sake. You wanna at least pretend you have some fucking manners? Santo Cielo .”
    “Shit, sorry, Quinn.” Joseph smacked Javier in the arm. “I told you. You should have called.”
    Javier ignored Jo and ducked under Quinn’s arm to get into the apartment. This was just perfect. Quinn followed him in, leaving the rest of the guys to close the door behind them. His friends weren’t the problem. It was Javier. The guy was abrasive, and not a lot of people appreciated his particular brand of often-offensive humor. The guy had his good points, but they were often overshadowed by his being a dick.
    “Hey.”
    Javier walked straight to Spencer and held a hand out. Spencer shook it with some hesitation. Quinn didn’t blame him. Javier was looking at Spencer the way someone would a car they were thinking of buying.
    “Um, hi.”
    Spencer shoved his hands into his pockets, something he seemed to do when he was feeling nervous. Shit. There was no mistaking what they’d been doing. Spencer’s lips were swollen from kissing, his face pink and flushed, his hair sticking up all over, and his clothes a rumpled mess. Quinn probably wasn’t looking any better off, though he had to admit it was a good look for Spencer. Quinn was