Chapter 13 #2
“Yes, baby… you’re doing great…” Tilting his head to her.
Spencer could barely breathe, but in that fog of his mind, he just breathed the only name he could think of in that tiny moment of fright. “Duncan…” Closing his eyes as his heart hammered an uneven rhythm laced with a mounting panic. His voice, close.
“I believe we are leaving. Sorry, Ma’am.”
“Just what do you think? Go back to your place.” Her voice, laced with wrath.
“With all due respect, you’re not giving me orders, Ma’am.”
“Garry! Come and throw him out!”
The man near the wall moved, but Duncan raised his hand at him. “You come closer and I’ll bust your nose in before you can even touch me, pal. Not worth it now, is it?” He looked at the woman. “I’m also going to call the police and have your ass hauled away for sexual assault on my client.”
The man hesitated, and she sat up, her eyes blazing. It was enough for Duncan to walk around the sofa and pull Spencer up by his armpits. Mad worried, feeling how limp he was, his breathing shallow.
Spencer felt it though, his body, his scent and touch, even in that daze, he clutched at him, lacing his arms around his back, hiding in his chest.
Duncan almost ran his hand down his back when he caught himself. Even if the way Spencer was hugging him was all too telling, he could blame it on the drugs.
He shook him gently. “Come, we’re leaving.”
Olivia spoke then. “I won’t forget this.”
Duncan pinched his lips. “Spare me your bullshit, respectfully, Ma’am. If we can leave without any problems, I might just forget what you did here.”
“I didn’t do anything.” She gestured at her man. “Let them go, Garry. I’m sure Spencer will be back soon.”
Duncan pulled Spencer’s arm over his shoulders. “Come on…”
Mumbling, but Spencer managed to walk somewhat.
Walking behind that man to their car. He turned to them outside. Close. Eye to eye with Duncan.
“My mistress doesn’t take defeat lightly.”
“Oh, your rapist mistress doesn’t like being stopped? What a shame.”
“Rapist? Watch your mouth.”
Duncan held Spencer tighter. “Or else?” Facing him off, knowing he couldn’t do any serious harm to him.
The man smirked. “I’ll see you around.”
“I hope the fuck not.”
Watching him turn and leave, he blew a breath and opened the car door, settling Spencer on the back seat. Buckling his waist in, as usual. He smoothed his hair out of his pale face.
“Fuck…”
Spencer breathed. “Help…”
“You’re in the car. We’re leaving.” Squeezing his hand to maybe get some life back into him.
Spencer smiled. “Leaving…”
“Yes. Fucking hell. Yes.” He patted his arm and closed the door. Shit.
Driving away, hurrying home as best as he could, his blood boiling. Rich fucks. Fuck them.
Spencer slept until next morning, and Duncan had stayed with him, lying on the bed after he had put out the sign and closed the door.
He couldn’t undress Spencer but had managed to pull his shoes and pants off.
During the night, Spencer had found him, and slept on his chest, drooling all over it.
Duncan just held him, his hand on his ribs so he could feel him breathe.
Hoping he didn’t have to take him to the hospital.
He stirred when the sun had flooded the room, smacking his lips. Not even being able to lift his head off that familiar chest, drenched in drool. “It’s morning…?”
“Yes.” He pushed his hand in his hair, stroking softly.
“Fuck…” Floating a bit on his touch.
“Exactly.”
Spencer sighed. “Did I fuck her?”
“What do you remember?”
“Kissing…”
“Yeah… you had a moment of clarity when you asked for me, so I took you out of there.”
“So she didn’t…?”
“She sure tried.”
Spencer moved to look at him. “I made out with her?”
“That, and stroking her back, and you let her push her hand in your shirt… and so on.”
“Fuck…” He rolled on his back, hiding behind his arm. “And you…”
“I watched until you called me over.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Fuck knows what she put in your joint. You want to see a doctor?”
“No… I’m dizzy and I need a pill… and a drink…”
Duncan wanted to say how he didn’t need a fucking drink, but he also knew it would have fallen on deaf ears. Just like his words had fallen on deaf ears with his own mother. He turned to the bedside table and poured a glass of water, fished a pill out of the drawer.
“Here…”
Spencer pushed himself up, grimacing. “Something stronger?” His trembling hand took the glass.
Fuck. “Ok…”
Duncan rose and walked to the bar, hesitating, but then he poured a small finger of whiskey, filling it with ice too. He walked back to Spencer, handing the glass to him.
“You serve my poison now?” Smiling as he leant back against the headboard.
“If it keeps you alive…”
Spencer watched the glass with a pull of his mouth. “I drink it neat.”
“Well, not now, at fucking nine something in the morning, ok? Suck on some ice cubes too, it will do you good.”
Spencer grinned, taking a sip. “I love it when you’re exasperated.”
“Glad to hear…” Fed up a bit.
Spencer patted the bed. “Come, sit.”
Duncan obeyed, facing him.
Spencer traced the veins on that large hand. “Thanks for saving my ass.”
“I might not be able to do it next time when you’re too fucked up to realize you are neck deep in some shit.”
“Yeah, I know…”
The drink had found his blood, his screaming nerves and brain.
Heaven… Drinking more, that cold soothing, even if he hated ice in his whiskey.
Nursing that glass. Wondering if he could ever let go, a tiny fright there even at the thought.
Not even wanting to name anything because it wasn’t such a big deal, right?
Glancing at Duncan, that tiny despair in his eyes.
“You’re pissed?”
“I’m worried.”
“And pissed.”
“Yeah, a bit.”
“Nobody gives a shit about me…”
“Well, I do. Fucking amazing, right?”
Spencer scoffed, that dark light in his eyes. “You’re paid to care.” A tiny bump to his heart, seeing that sullen wrath flood his grey eyes.
“I might be paid to protect you and save your ass, but I’m not paid to care. I could do my job without giving a single shit about you.”
“And why would you care? I am a walking wreck of a disaster.”
“I’m asking myself this question a lot too.”
“I’m irresistible after all?” Grinning, he put the glass down, his eyes playing.
“You’re fucking poison, that’s what you are.”
Spencer took his hands and pulled him close. “I know…” Sealing Duncan’s lips, he clutched at him, pulled him on top of his body.
Duncan broke it, grazing his knuckles down that pale cheek. “We can’t fuck now, here.”
“Can we cuddle? I just want to have you… close.”
“Alright.” Lying next to him, Duncan just pulled him on his chest. Stroking that lean back as Spencer’s arm snaked around his abs. “Just rest a bit.”
“Wake me up later…”
“Alright.” Kissing that lush hair, he closed his eyes too, feeling Spencer’s breathing deepen, soften. Stroking his back and shoulders, his eyes lost to that blazing sky, to those curtains of light dancing in the breeze.