He didn't know if it was the way Nate always stared at things he showed him with awe, or the admiration he always saw in his eyes that made him feel this strange happiness inside of him. He'd been watching the young man since they both stepped foot inside his room and it warmed and gave him satisfaction that he somehow approved of how Spade's whole house looked like.

It felt like he was trying to impress the kid and it was working, and Spade had never tried to impress anyone all his life, he'd never really cared about what people thought of him, not even his father, but seeing Nate's look of approval about how his house turned out, he felt accomplished

He walked past Nate and headed for his walk in closet, pulling it open he stepped inside, raking his eyes through each and every one of his clothes there, he didn't find anything that was Nate's style, they were either buttoned up shirts, tux, sweatpants and tank top, it was kind of making him wish he had a different taste in fashion, something that could go with Nate's style, even though he had no idea what the young man's style was in fashion.

He let out a deep breath and looked again, stopping at a dark blue tank top, he pulled it out and examined it, it had been a while he wore it, it looked like it would fit Nate. Now to the shorts, there was nothing he could decide on, he didn't have any short shorts, just a few slacks and sweatpants. But there was a combat joggers that he picked out, black, it looked comfy enough.

Looking at both clothing items, he scrunched his nose up assessing them both, he hoped the kid would like and be comfortable in them.

He stepped out of the closet, Nate's back was to him as he stood with his eyes on the door that led to his study, his eyes moved from Nate's brown hair, it was ruffled from all the trouble they'd been going through all evening

His eyes went down to Nate's shoulders, they weren't squared or chiseled, they just looked moderate and almost perfect, Nate wasn't gifted like most men, he didn't have the body of a model or a body builder, he looked quite smaller, just like his age.

Spade's eyes moved lower until the landed on Nate's ass, he swallowed when he noticed how round they looked, contrary to all the remaining parts of his body, it was much more bigger, at least big enough for Spade to see it from his pants, he could feel the hotness overtake his whole body as he slowly licked his lips, wetting his already dried lips.

He ran his hand down his face before clearing his throat, alerting Nate as the young man turned around looking startled, his eyes going wide a bit. "Sorry I was just uhm..." He was struggling to find his words, stumbling upon them as Spade took steps towards him "I was wondering where that led to" he rushed out pointing to the door leading to the study

"That's my study" Spade told him and he just nodded, swallowing as Spade's eyes moved to his Adam apple, watching it bob up and down. He quickly looked away and rested his eyes on Nate's face "Here, I brought these for you to change into" he muttered handing the clothes he just picked out to Nate, the young man took them, looking at them with confusion "I figured you'd need a shower after.." he gestured towards Nate's whole disorganized appearance "everything that happened tonight" he clarified making Nate to let out a deep sigh and nod his head "The bathroom's that way and you can use whatever you find in there" he said pointing to the bathroom door, wordlessly Nate just nodded. "Words, I need your words" he muttered huskily, making Nate to swallow, bringing his eyes to match Spade's

"Yeah, uhmm.. okay" he mumbled and Spade just nodded slowly

"I'll be outside, if you need anything, call me" he instructed and Nate started nodding before realizing Spade was already hardening his stare on him

"Uhm okay, thank you" he whispered before Spade nodded and turned around walking out of the room, leaving just Nate there. He heard the door close indicating he was now alone, his eyes finally moved to the clothes Spade had just given to him, he ran his left hand through it, feeling the softness of the fabric, it was sleek and felt really comfortable but the fact that they were Spade's clothes and they had been on Spade's body kind of made his hands tingle, it made the clothes feel different in his hands as he held them.

He was trying to resist the urge to sniff the clothes, to find out if they smelled exactly like Spade, manly and musty, would he smell like Spade if he wore them?

He clenched his jaw, his hands holding tight on the clothes as his mind fought against him, slowly moving the clothes towards his nose, he brought them up and placed them on his face, taking a huge sniff of it. The scent invaded his nose, blinding all his other senses, clouding his mind as his whole body started tingling with desire, want, he felt all the blood rush to his groin area as his pants tightened themselves, he pulled the clothes away and let his eyes rest on the obvious bulge in his pants.

He was shocked and at the same time scared. He'd gotten excited before with thoughts about Spade, but it was just a spontaneous tick, an almost unnoticeable jump, but now he was actually watching as his dick rose because of Spade.

He'd never ever felt this way for anyone, nothing had ever excited him to this point, infact nothing had ever sexually excited or aroused him, not until he met Spade. And it was scaring him that he was feeling this way towards Spade, the one man he shouldn't even be close to, Spade was more dangerous than anybody he'd ever met, he should be running to the opposite direction but there was this pull, very strong and irresistible that was dragging him towards Spade.

The harder he tried to resist it, and push it far back into his mind, the stronger it became and the harder it became to ignore it.

He swallowed before flinging the clothes on the bed, they smelt just like he expected, like Spade, so now he had to go take a cold shower.

He walked towards the bathroom door, gently pushing it open, he stepped inside. The white bulb illuminated the bathroom, to his right side was the huge, full body length mirror, a see through glass shower and a huge bathtub, there was a sink close to the full length mirror and a towel rack just above the bathtub, this bathroom smelt affluence and rich, not like his regular bathroom for a regular guy like him.

He let out a deep breath as he walked towards the sink, a cupboard was beneath it, he pulled the first drawer open and he found a few bottles, picking them up one by one he read the contents of the back and one was a shampoo, another a moisturizer, a mouth wash, nasal hair removal cream and the the last one was a skin cleanser.

He put them back and pulled open the drawer just beside that one, he saw some soaps, both liquid and solid, a few brushes, some new and others had been used. "Wow" he muttered before closing it back and stepping away from the sink, he started taking off his clothes, from his suit jacket, to the white buttoned up shirt he wore inside, he unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper to his pants open, he pulled down his pants, gingerly dropping his clothes on the edge of the sink, he pulled open the doors to the shower and stepped inside.

Even with the sightseeing he'd been doing in the bathroom since, his dick was still hard, not as hard as when he was still clutching to Spade's clothes tho but he could feel the veins on it pulling together.

He turned on the shower as he watched the water pour out, touching his skin, it was warm, not hot or cold but warm, just the way he liked it.

He placed his hands on the wall of the shower as his eyes rested on his semi hard dick, he swallowed and inhaled a deep breath, seeing the problem Spade had caused for him, thoughts about the man alone got him like this.

He had never had to worry about things like this, because he'd never felt it before. Nate had never been sexually aroused before and it wasn't because he didn't want to, but it just never happened, not since.... He quickly shook his head blocking off that thought and memory. Everything about the thought left him irritated and uninterested, but all that had changed, ever since meeting Spade.

He found himself thinking about the man all the time, and not just any kind of thoughts, most of them were things he never thought he could think about anyone. Strange feelings, his curiosity about exploring those feelings, understanding them and knowing why he was feeling that way about Spade, not anyone else but Spade.

He pulled his hands away from the wall and ran it through his wet hair, rubbing on his body as the water cascaded down his body, he wasn't blessed with muscles and an athlete's body, it was safe to say he had an average body, small but not too small.

His mind once again drifted to Spade and this feeling he was having, feeling he didn't have before, even though he tried. He remembered the one time he'd tried to watch porn online to get a reaction from himself but it didn't work, instead the more he watched it, the more irritated he got, he threw up that day and swore never to watch something like that again. But now Spade was making him doubt everything he'd ever believed in and experience.

To him sex, pleasure, desire, they aren't things he fancied or enjoyed hearing about or even thinking about, they felt like a waste of time, like a kind of bondage, he'd never understood what people saw in them, even when he had classmates that always talked about sex and how enjoyable it was, he didn't see it like that. He found it repulsing and that was how it felt for him, that was how he thought it'll always be for him, but Spade was making him doubt all that, making him feel like he was wrong all along, making him feel all these things he thought were impossible for him to feel

He let out a deep breath before turning off the shower, the whole glass was covered in steam as he opened the door and stepped out of the shower, stretching his hands to the left he pulled one of the towels from the rack and used it to dry his body, even his hair, but it was still dripping with water, he wrapped the towel around his waist as he picked up his clothes, and walked out of the bathroom.

He didn't use any of Spade's product because he didn't want to have Spade's scent all over him, even after he'd left this place, that would be like shooting himself in the leg, because then it'll be extra hard to not think about Spade and get hard, even without Spade's scent lingering around him, he still got sexually aroused, let alone if Spade's scent was all over him.

He dropped his clothes on the bed and picked up the one Spade had given to him, he looked at it for a while, asking himself why he even followed Spade home without questioning, but his mind reminded him of the fact that the man literally just saved his life. But after showering and putting on these clothes, what next? Would Spade go drop him off at his apartment, it was pretty dark outside but he couldn't tell what the time was.

Shoving all these worries away in depts of his mind, he pulled the towel from his waist and wore the joggers, and then the tank top, letting it linger around his head as he sniffed and took in Spade's scent, he pulled it over his head.

Looking himself over, the clothes might be a little bit bigger than what he usually wore at home, they kind of felt comfortable and nice and on the plus side, they smelt like Spade, that made his lips pull up in half a smile.

He walked towards the closet door, stopping in front of it, his eyes staring right back at his own reflection in the huge mirror attached to the door, what's with Spade and mirrors, the man really likes looking at his face a lot.

His face no longer looked tired or dirty like when he just came, and his hair although a bit ruffled, it was still kind of wet from the shower, he ran his hands through it before his eyes landed on the rest of his body. The small muscles on his arms getting lost in the tank top Spade had given him, the clothes were okay, he wouldn't lie, he liked how they felt on him.

He let out a deep breath before walking towards the bed again, his eyes landing on his clothes on the bed, contemplating if he should pick them up, he didn't even know why Spade had brought him here, why he'd given him clothes to wear and his bathroom to shower in. His mind was running around in a rollercoaster and he was getting more confused and torn between choices the more he thought about it.

Maybe he should just go out and ask Spade why he was here, that wouldn't really be a nice thing to do but he needed to know. Not that he wasn't comfortable in Spade's house, as funny and strange as it sounded, he was kind of comfortable in Spade's house, more than he ever was in his own father's house.

Speaking about his father, he still needed to find out what happened today and what he'd so blindly walked into. The man that was killed, it seemed like Spade knew him, maybe even more than he thought. He was taking too long in the bedroom, he didn't want Spade to come look for him before he stepped out.

He let out a deep breath and peeled his eyes away from the clothes neatly kept on the bed before he walked towards the door, placing his hands around the knob, he gave himself a little pep talk, mentally preparing himself to face Spade.

The man was like a ticking time bomb, regardless of the fact that he'd saved his life, he could very well have switched moods by now, that was the one thing about Spade that scared him, the way his moods did a 360 every time.

After the last time he threatened him in his office, he never wanted to be on the receiving side of Spade's foul mood

He finally settled the inner crisis he was having with himself and pulled the door open, stepping out of the room and into the corridor, now he knew why it was wider but not longer, the extended part just before Spade's room door was an attached study to his room.

He gently walked towards the open entrance to the corridor and stepped out, he looked to his left seeing that this passage led even deeper than just this place, he was curious as to what other places this house had in it, he removed his eyes there and moved it to the right, leading straight to the doorway he stood at when he'd just entered into the house.

He calmed himself down, controlling his heart beat before walking towards the living room.

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