Sure as fuck he was in his silk whatever again, but Duncan left him alone because maybe silk was good for aching, wrecked asses, and he could only hope Spencer was being a sissy and his ass was fine.
Driving down to the nearest town, he sometimes glanced at that silent, hunched form on the backseat, lost in his phone or the landscape. Wondering where Spencer got all that self-destructive energy from, and trying to understand when all his life he had struggled to save his own life, or that of others. An ingrained will to survive where giving up had never been an option, even during his darkest hours. Feeling a bit guilty too that he had not insisted to get Spencer out of that pool, but after all, he was a grown man.Twenty fucking six soon and a disaster…He sighed, and parked the car. Opening the door, he helped Spencer out then, gesturing at a door.
“The doctor’s office. I’ll wait in the car, ok?”
“Yes…”
Spencer just went in and Duncan sat back, waiting.Shit. Fuck.
After a while, Spencer came out, and sat in, not even waiting for Duncan to jump out. He handed him a piece of paper.
“We have to buy this cream.”
Duncan looked at it.Ok…Relieved. “Nothing too bad then?”
Spencer’s lips curled up. “I thought you would know just by looking at that cream’s name.”
Fuck you.“Ok, smartass.” A pharmacy, close. He drove off, glancing at Spencer. “Painkillers too?”
Spencer grimaced. “No. They don’t go well with drinking. And I intend to drink as soon as we get home.”
Duncan shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Spencer looked at him. “Oh, Mister McJudgy McJudge?”
“Not at all.” Parking the car, he turned back to him. “You do whatever the fuck you want to that body of yours. Just make sure it stays alive under my watch.”
“Tsk…” Those dark eyes took that dangerous light Duncan sort of knew by now. “I can try…”
“Right…”
Not even believing him, he went to buy the cream, ignoring the clerk’s sympathetic look.Fuck.
Back to the car, he tossed the cream to Spencer. “Wait until we get home, ok? Wash it first, dry it, and then… just like in the instructions. And you shouldn’t get it in the ass for a few days if you can manage to hold back.”
Spencer smirked, reading the instructions. “I’ll try… this says here I have to push that applicator in my asshole and push some cream in there…”
“That’s right.” He eased the car on the street.
Spencer chuckled softly. “I can’t fathom what’s the fun in this.”
Duncan sighed, exasperated. Their eyes met in the mirror. “Because it can be major fun and feel wonderful if you do it with somebody who knows what they’re actually doing, not some sort of horny sports jock who just wants to shove it in a hole and hammer away!”
Spencer laughed. “Like you would know.”
“I know…”
“Spot on…” His eyes took that dreamy look. “We didn’t use a condom either…” The belt held him back as Duncan slammed on the break, swerving the car to the side.
“What?”
“It’s not like he’s rotting or something…”
“Jesus! Fuck! Ok, we’re going back and getting tests from the pharmacy.”
“What tests?”
“Aids, gonorrhoea, chlamydia, and other juicy stuff you might have caught.”
