Keep Holding On

chapter 30

warnings: smut (oral: male receiving, protected sex)

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As the evening wore on, Spencer and Molly sat in the soft glow of the living room lamps and settled in to watch a movie.

As the credits began to roll and the movie drew to a close, Molly hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to ask, her voice tentative yet sincere, "Would you like to stay the night?"

Spencer turned to her, his expression softened by a glimmer of hope. "Only if you'd want that," he replied, his tone gentle yet filled with a quiet longing.

She met his gaze, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You can stay. Your stuff is still here," she assured him, her words carrying a sense of warmth and welcome.

With a nod of gratitude, Spencer agreed, a sense of relief washing over him at her invitation.

Despite everything that has happened, Spencer found solace in the simple act of spending time with Molly.

But he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that gripped him. He longed to offer her the comfort she deserved, hoping that their shared moments together would provide some respite.

With each passing moment, he found himself drawn to Molly's presence, a sense of familiarity and belonging washing over him.

Yet beneath the surface, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to her silence than met the eye. He yearned to break through the barriers she had erected, to offer her the comfort she needed, but he knew that unraveling the complexities of her emotions would take time.

He hoped that in the quiet moments they shared together, she would find the courage to open up and share her thoughts and fears.

As Spencer moved about the familiar surroundings of Molly's apartment, he couldn't help but notice the subtle reminders of their shared past. Everything seemed frozen in time, as if the apartment itself had been holding its breath, waiting for his return.

In the bathroom, he glanced at the neatly folded towels and the familiar arrangement of toiletries, unchanged since the last time he had been here. The sense of familiarity washed over him, offering a small measure of comfort.

As he made his way to the wardrobe, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of his clothes, clean, neatly hung and folded. It struck him how Molly had preserved this space, keeping his belongings close as if she had known he would return.

A rush of gratitude flooded through him, mingled with a tinge of regret for the time they had lost.

Spencer sat on the bed, his gaze lingering on her space which remained unchanged, with his belongings still occupying the shelves. He watched silently as Molly suddenly entered the bedroom.

She approached him, her gaze fixed on his, and without a word, she knelt before him. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

With a determined look, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her movements purposeful and deliberate. Spencer swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, as he automatically shifted his hips upward, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down and expose him to her gaze. The air seemed to crackle with tension as he awaited her next move, his body thrumming with anticipation.

Her hands brushed up the length of his bare thighs, her mouth warm and wet as she kissed and licked her way up his naked skin.

He felt himself growing hard just from the scene unfolding before him: her head between his legs, her soft lips and hands caressing his skin with gentle insistence. The desire coiled within him.