Chapter 5 #2
Spencer smirked. “Yes… somebody has to watch my ass.” He looked at Duncan. “Let’s go. You know the way?”
“Yes.” Fed up, but he opened the doors to them and they sat in the back. Slamming the doors shut. He sat in too, and started the car, checking the GPS.
Spencer’s voice, muffled by Mira’s chuckles as she had climbed in his lap and was kissing him, as best as he could. “Pull that shit up…”
Duncan obeyed, thankful that that dark screen was between him and whatever fuckery was going on on the backseats.
Shit. His heart still in pieces, but the ache seemed less sharp, and despite Spencer being a shithead, this workplace was fine too.
Relaxing a bit, he drove out of the city, the country landscapes bringing some peace.
Muffled laughter and hooting coming from the backseat, but he chose to ignore it, hoping that they would not wreck the car by the time they got there.
Hills coming into sight after a while, lush forests rushing up their sides, and Duncan left the highway for a smaller road, one winding up the mountain until they reached some properties, scattered.
One further up, a long drive to a tall gate.
Duncan swiped the card Martin had given him, and the gate buzzed open.
Cameras poised on the entrance, but Martin had told him there was no staff on site, only the ones who came to do maintenance, and filled up the fridge when Henry had called.
Spencer was well-known for his unpredictable escapades to this holiday home.
Duncan pulled up to that large house nestled in the hill side with a pine forest in its back, and a breath-taking view on the landscape.
A pool and a hot tub had been put on the edge of the terrace, the windows all floor to ceiling.
Stopping the car in front of the side stairs leading to the terrace, he got out and inhaled that crisp air in.
So fresh, it rushed into his lungs and his blood, like a balm after the city’s shitty air, and Spencer’s constantly stinking environment.
He opened the doors for them, that thick stench of alcohol and weed rushing out with some smoke. They piled out, laughing, holding on to each other. Spencer’s shirt had been opened, hanging loose, as Mia tried to stay upright too, hanging on his arm.
Spencer laughed, swaying, gesturing around. “We’re fucking alone here… fucking paradise…” Almost some kind of emotion in that brash voice. Maybe a milder note, but it didn’t last long.
His dark eyes went to Duncan. “Open the house and get our luggage.”
Duncan jammed a finger towards him. “I might be your driver and your bodyguard, but I’m sure as hell not your valet. You can haul your luggage up yourself.”
He didn’t even wait for a reply, and went up the stairs, swiping the master card. The doors clicked open, and he did a quick sweep of the house, knowing the plans by heart, because Martin had sent them. A large living room, a huge kitchen to the right and the rooms in the back.
Spencer and his friends arrived then, carrying their bags. The blond guy had Spencer’s. The women went to the fridge and started pulling out drinks, that other guy to the snack cabinet, and the blond one just carried the luggage to the rooms.
Spencer walked to Duncan. “There’s a room on the left for you. It’s small but you’re alone anyway.”
“Close to yours?”
That wicked light sparked up in his dark eyes. “Close to me? My, my…” He tapped Duncan’s chest. “Close… yes… next door… I hope you brought ear plugs because I intend to fuck the living breath out of Mia.”
“Fantastic…” He was pretty sure that Spencer would not fuck the living breath out of anybody, probably collapsing, dead drunk, in a few hours.
His friends joined them; their arms filled with snacks and drinks.
Spencer gestured at them. “Might as well put names to faces… You know Mia, this is Lea, blondie is Brad, and this guy here is Liam.”
Mia laced her arms around Spencer’s neck from the back. “Let’s eat and drink… then it’s pool time.”
Spencer grazed her arm. “Ok…” His eyes went to Duncan. “You brought your swimming trunks?”
“I did, but I won’t wear them. I’m fine dressed up.”
“You’re a bore, mister Righteous, but that’s what they expect of you, thick-necked pseudo cops.”
They all laughed and Spencer led them away to the pool side, to a glass table surrounded with armchairs and a large sofa.
They sat and started pouring drinks and eating, laughing. Spencer lit a joint and they passed it around.
Duncan sat a bit farther, his eyes on the setting sun, all those beautiful colors.
His heart, a bit tight because that was the kind of sight you shared with someone who mattered.
Maybe sitting together, lying on each other’s arms, at ease and in love…
something that got snatched away so fast, he could barely breathe.
Watching them change later when the sun had disappeared, dive into the pool, splash around.
Drunk already, but somehow the water might have done some wonders, even if they all seemed to warm up to each other.
Fuck… Hoping he could disappear before things got a bit too hot and heavy.
Sitting on a lounging chair, he watched them, alert, hoping he didn’t have to jump to save any of them.
Spencer got out then, the water pearling from his hair, that alabaster, lean body soaked, his swimming trunks dripping water. He went to the table and took a bottle of beer, walking to Duncan. He plopped down next to him, offering the bottle.
Duncan shook his head.
Spencer smirked and took a large swig. “Righteous.”
“I don’t drink.”
Spencer’s eyes stayed on him a bit, as if he were trying to make sense of his words. He poked his tongue between his teeth. “So… top or bottom?”
Duncan’s eyes widened a bit, mostly with anger. “What? That’s an asshole question.”
“Why?”
“None of your business.”
Spencer laughed softly. “That’s almost admitting…” His long eyelashes filled with tiny water droplets. “I would clock you like somebody who likes it both ways…”
Duncan scoffed. “Clock me whichever way you want.”
Spencer’s eyes went to his friends playing in the pool. “I’ve never been with a guy…”
“I’m not sure why you’re confessing to me.”
Spencer’s lips curled up. “I might though, soon…”
Duncan shrugged. “If your girlfriend is fine with it, knock yourself out.”
Spencer laughed, taking another large swig. “Mia is pretty ok with whatever I do… including whomever I do…”
“You’re in luck then.” Inwardly boiling because he was fed up. Fed up too, having Spencer at arm’s reach, his soaked locks framing his face.
That hostile light crept back into his eyes as he stood. “Oh, I see… I’m not company, I guess.” He finished the bottle and tossed it into the bushes, giving one last, long look at Duncan as he swayed back to the pool. “Hot tuuuub time!”
They hooted and followed him, jumping into that pool which had started steaming in that cooling night.
Duncan sat closer, watching them drink and lazy around, hands finding skin, mouths lips, but they were drunk, clumsy, and the girls left after a while, Liam too, leaving only Spencer and Brad in that round pool.
Brad pulled Spencer into his arms, tilting his head back to kiss him.
He was stronger, and Spencer just let himself go in his arms. He had never done anything with Brad, just kissing sometimes, gentle groping in dark clubs, but this was different, both of them almost naked.
Floating a bit, he let Brad push him against the side of the tub.
Let him glide his mouth down his neck as his hands dug into his ass cheeks. Somehow, his hands were in his trunks.
Whispers against his ear. “Let me fuck you… please Spencey… Please…”
He chuckled, his blood on fire… maybe the drinks, maybe something else… fuck… maybe it’s time… now… His mind, hazy, but he let Brad turn him around, eat his neck as he pressed him to the side of the pool, his hands roaming his sides, his ass, his cock which had started hardening.
Duncan watched the scene, worried. That they were both drunk. That Spencer was for sure drunk and maybe not fully there. Hesitating to walk there, he still went when Brad turned Spencer around. He snapped his fingers to get Spencer’s attention, waiting until those dark eyes went to him.
“Hey… all good?”
Spencer wasn’t sure but sure as fuck he would not let this idiot know. “Yeah…” Leaning back against Brad who never stopped kissing his neck, he laced his hand behind Brad’s neck, not leaving Duncan’s eyes. “All good…”
“You want this?”
That mocking light mirrored in his smile. “You wouldn’t want it? Mhm? I do… Now, fuck off…” It was soft, laced with that tamed lust in his breathing.
Duncan straightened, that sullen anger brewing in him. This shouldn’t be his first time… not like this… but who the fuck was he to care at all? He turned and left, leaving them in the pool.
Spencer watched his back until he disappeared in the house. Mister Righteous… let’s see what whoring around can do to your soul… He moaned when Brad pushed his trunks down, his voice thick with lust.
“You have a great ass, Spencey…” Licking up his neck, he pushed his fingers against Spencer’s hole, pushing in.
Spencer grimaced softly at the pain. It was awkward in the water, so he panted softly. Let Brad fuck him with his fingers.
Brad pulled Spencer’s ass above the water a bit, spitting down his crack, smearing it on his hole.
“Stay still, baby…” Drunk, but he managed to stay hard and somehow push in.
Too fast. Spencer arched his back at the pain, but Brad held him tight by the hips.
“Ssshhh… you feel so good, Spence… so good… so fucking good…” Rocking his hips into him, deep, so he couldn’t squirm away, holding his hips as the water sloshed around them.
Ragged breaths in that night filled with cricket song. Moans.
Spencer grabbed the side of the pool, vaguely aware of the pain, of just being semi-hard, barely standing as his head went on his arms. Rocking with each thrust, the cool of the tiles and the burn of that hot water, of his pain laced with pleasure.
He had no idea if this felt right, just the thrill that he was doing it, that if still felt better than what he had imagined, even if Brad was fucking him so hard now, he had to close his eyes, and ride that pain.
Moaning, he felt him snap his hips into him as his teeth raked his neck.
Panting, moaning as he filled him. No condom…
a futile thought, swimming away on the alcohol and drug racing in his veins. Feeling him pull out, whack his ass.
His breath in his ear. “You have a great ass, Spencey…”
Spencer didn’t react, his dark eyes lost on the night, the pool lights dancing with the drumming in his ears. A tiny vengeful thought in that night, laced with a tiny remorse, maybe. That hate feeding on it.