Deep into the night. Soaked. Until Spencer lost the rhythm and tripped more than once.
Duncan walked into that sweaty, dancing crowd and grabbed his waist. “Come… let’s go.” Pulling.
Spencer chuckled and put his hand on his chest. “Whaa…. Le’sss stay…”
“I think you had more than enough.” He kept walking, holding him, hoping he would just obey and was drunk enough not to care. Feeling him relax against him, try to put one foot in front of the other.
Duncan asked for their car, and waited until they pulled it up. Thankfully, the crowd had left, and only that rain soakedsidewalk remained, the soaked carpet. That chill night breeze. Duncan took his jacket off and wrapped it around Spencer’s shoulders as his shirt had soaked through.
Spencer just pulled it together at the front, smiling as he swayed, wedged against Duncan’s side. “Thanks…” Hiccup.
Duncan hoped he would not throw up in the car. He pushed him down on the seat and buckled him up. Freezing a bit when Spencer put his hand on his back as he was leaning over him.
“You… you’re so kind…”
“Right. Just sleep. Try not to throw up.”
Spencer squinted at him. “Ok… try…” His head rolled back on the seat, already half-asleep.
Shit.Duncan drove the car home, another shitty night looming ahead in that armchair. Even if Spencer seemed less drunk, he knew he would not leave him alone.Fuck.Hearing him throw up, he glanced back. The floor of the car plastered with vomit. Duncan lowered the window to be able to breathe.Shit. Fuck. Damnit.
Another shitty night, and in the morning, he woke to Spencer watching him from under his hair, lying on his belly, his dark eyes behind that matted hair.
“I need… a pill…”
Duncan blinked that light sleep away, and stood, stretching. “One or two?”
Spencer winced. “Make it two… water too.”
“Food?”
“No… can’t eat…” He groped for his phone and squinted at the screen. “I wanna… go… I want peace… pack and let’s go.”
“Where?” Fed up a bit, he waited with his hands on his hips.
Spencer turned on his back, and pushed himself against the headboard. “Weekend fun… to our weekend house… dress like… not like that… like you’re on holiday… except you’re not…” Chuckling.
“When do you want to leave?”
“We take Mia and my friends. I need to fuck…” Giving him a smirk. “Fuck the stress out… So we leave this afternoon. Dad will tell you where the fuck we’re going… oh, not them. Just me and friends, and you.” He waved at Duncan. “Bring my pills, and go and pack. The car… my friends are coming here first.”
“When you’re making more sense, we’ll talk.”
“I’m making sense.” His eyes gleamed, framed by that untamed hair. “You like my girlfriend?”
Duncan tamed his irritation. “She seems nice.”
“She’s a great fuck too…”
“Wonderful…”
“But what would you know of women? Right?” Chuckling, he faced him off.
Duncan pinched his lips. Of course he knew. Probably Martin had spread it to the whole staff already. “Right.”
“But men then…? My friends… some are quite sexy.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
