Duncan brought it up on the GPS, but it was amongst the favorites anyway. Downtown, a posh club.
Driving there, he made sure to keep an eye on Spencer who kept typing on his phone, laughing sometimes.
Pulling the car up to the club, he left the key to the car boy, and trailed Spencer to the entrance. Straight to the WIP one.The guard unhooked that thick red rope, casting a questioning glance at Spencer.
Spencer smirked. “My guard d…. guard.” Curbing that word he almost said into that last letter, his amused eyes went to Duncan. “Polite enough?”
“Let’s just go.” His eyes roaming that thick crowd, the music ramming into them. All his muscles tensed when a group of youngsters flocked around Spencer in a cloud of alcohol.
One of the girls just laced her arms around him and kissed him, wide, their tongues dancing. Spencer laced his arm around her waist and brought her close to Duncan.
“My girlfriend… one of them.” This has earned a swat from her, and laughter. “Mia… this is Duncan, my bodyguard…”
She pressed herself against him, and her hand went to his crotch, rubbing. “Yes… you need this precious body guarded…” Kissing again, Spencer just took her hand and led her to the dance floor, followed by the others.
Duncan followed them and leant against the wall, keeping an eye on Spencer. Sending some women away who wanted to drag him to dance. The music already giving him a pounding headache.Fuck.
How long could youngsters party? He glanced at his watch after having trailed Spencer and his friends all over that club, watching them dance, drink and following Spencer and his girlfriend to the bathroom where he stood outside whilst they did fuck knows what… well, he could guess.Shit.Back to the dance floor, to the bar drinking some shit the barman had lit on fire. Swaying back to the dance floor, in all that sweat and beat.Spencer was utterly drunk, Duncan could see it, worried that he would fall, he was ready to jump and catch him, but somehow, the others always held him up when he lost his balance. More drinking. Deep into the night. 4 a.m.Fuck.
Finally, Spencer got pushed into his arms by a guy who seemed more sobber than the others. A strong guy with short, blond hair.
He grinned at Duncan. “Time for bed for Spencey.” Waving as he wobbled away, catching the wall not to fall.
Duncan looked down at Spencer’s limp body in his arms. His head had fallen back on his arm, exposing his throat, his shirt open at the front, he was soaked, his hair plastered to his neck and shoulders, wafts of alcohol riding on his soft breathing.Still breathing. Shit.He pulled Spencer’s arm over his shoulder, nudging him a bit.
“Walk, damnit. Hey!”
Mumbling, but he somehow managed to walk in his sleep, or whatever the fuck of a state he was in.
The bouncer gave Duncan a sympathetic look as he opened the door for them, that harsh night air a blessing after that stuffy warmth laced with sweat and alcohol.Fuck this.Dragging him because it didn’t matter anymore if he walked.
The car pulled up and he shoved Spencer in, going to the other side to drag him on the backseat. Buckling his waist in, still. He readjusted him on his left side, making sure he could breathe, pushing that soaked, silk hair back to expose his face. His lips parted, his make-up smudged, but he was breathing, even if hisneck was marred by giant hickeys. Shit.Almost laughing in his misery.
Duncan sat in and drove off, dead tired now that he could let his guard down. Up to the mansion as the sun broke on the horizon and painted that dawn sky in stunning colors.He can’t even see this, this fuck. Shit.Pinching his lips, he waved at the guard, but he had already opened the gates at the sight of the car.
Up to the mansion.Now to carry this asshole up…He opened the door and unclipped the belt, dragging Spencer out by his feet then catching him under his armpits. Hauling him up, he managed to hold his waist and have his arm over his shoulders again. Trying to swipe his card when the man weighed a ton.Fuck. Dragging him up the stairs, to his room then. To his bed. Duncan let him go when he had sat on the bed, watching him stay still, laid back. He stood and put his legs on the bed too, pulling his shoes off. One shoe because fuck knew where the other one was.
Spencer’s eyes fluttered open. “Wha….”
“We’re home…” He had to jump away, but even so, some vomit splattered on his legs and feet as it landed on the floor.Fuck!Somehow, Spencer had managed to lean over the bed in some self-saving, unconscious move only drunks had. He lay back, panting, mumbling some words.
God. Fuck!Duncan still pushed a knee on the bed and readjusted Spencer so that he would lie on his left side. Jumping from another bout of vomit, but this one half trickled down the covers.Wonderful…He went to look for some towels in the bathroom, and went back to clean up somewhat. Wondering if he should resign straight away because fuck it if he was going to do this more than once. He threw that soiled towel on the stain, trying to soak it up from the carpet. He was at eye level with Spencer this way, watching him breathe softly, his chin filled with vomit. It trickled from his mouth on the bed too, his hairstill wet from all that sweat, and his shirt too.I should leave this asshole junky…But instead, he went and wetted another towel with warm water. Walking back, he tilted Spencer’s head to him, and wiped his face off, his lips and chin, pulling him to the other side of the bed. Hesitating, but his shirt was soaked, so he pulled it off too.Look at you, playing the fucking maid…He found a blanket and pulled it on that limp body. Putting his hand in front of his nose to check if he was still breathing.
Dead tired, but he knew he could not leave. Not until he made sure Spencer lived through the night and would wake in the morning. Duncan went and pulled an armchair close, sitting to face him, at a safe distance from any projectile vomiting, and laced his hands together in his lap. His eyelids fluttered in that safe warmth, but he made sure first to set his alarm every half an hour to check on Spencer.
A hazy night, when he woke up from that broken sleep, just to push his hand under Spencer’s nose. Warm breaths. Alive. Going straight back to sleep, something he could just do with his past when he had had to catch any sleep he could on missions.
Spencer woke up to this, to Duncan sleeping in that armchair. For a fleeting moment, he just watched him, trying to see through the haze. Watching that tall man sleep, his head leant back a bit, his hands laced in his lap. Feeling the covers on his naked torso, that his face felt somehow clean, even if the stale smell of vomit was everywhere.He stayed… asshole…A tiny flame tried to burst through. Some warmth he felt at the fact that this man had cared, but it didn’t last long, the embers of his hate quenching that flame. He pulled a face at his nausea andthrobbing head, and turned to his other side not to even see him, plummeting into sleep straight away.
Duncan woke to his last alarm. Alert, he checked on Spencer, but he was asleep, breathing better.Good…Fuck.Stretching, he walked to the door and left quietly, catching their butler on his way up the stairs.
The butler just nodded at him, matter of fact. “A bottle of water, some aspirin, and the cleaners once he’s gone from the room.”
Duncan smiled. “Correct.”
“Have some coffee and breakfast in the kitchen. You need it.”
“Thanks.”
