Spencer toasted him. “One would hope so. I’ll find out what happened, don’t worry. There are always men who will talk for money.”
Duncan crossed his arms again, wedging his fingers in his sides. “You can try.” Seething, but he was also feeling a bit light-headed, not even wanting to go close to his memories. His walls torn open with his title, those memories pouring out like a dark tide. His voice was softer than he had wanted it to be. “Go and join your friends.”
Spencer almost objected, but a tiny worry had wedged in his heart, seeing Duncan so pale, maybe an abyss of fear coated with wrath in his eyes.
“As you wish.”
He toasted him and left, pensive, but soon, his friends’ laughter, and more drinks sliding down their throat eased his mind, and he had soon forgotten about Duncan and things he wanted to find out, the music blaring full blast on the terrace as they danced fully clothed in the pool.
Partying all day, they only stopped to eat something out of the fridge, and by night time, they were so drunk, they could barely stand.
The girls had gone to sleep on the lounging chairs, but Brad went after Spencer again, catching him when he was trying to go in the house. He turned him, and caught his jaw to kiss him. Spencer pushed at him feebly, but Brad was stronger, and held him tight.
“Come on, Spencey… let’s go to my room… I want your ass, baby.”
Spencer was trying to object, but his tongue felt too thick in his mouth, floating on the drinks and weed they had consumed. He pushed at him feebly though. “N…”
Brad just pushed him towards the glass doors. “Come, come… I’ll take care of you…” Feeling a hand land on his shoulder, heavy.
“I think Spencer is trying to say ‘no’ and you’re not listening.”
Brad turned to his voice. “Fuck off… man...”
Duncan grabbed Spencer’s arm, shaking him a bit to get those glazed over eyes. “You want to go to this asshat’s room?”
Spencer tried to focus on him, his words, feeling that strong grip. Somehow, he knew Duncan was there and that he could maybe help… He swayed, but Duncan was holding him tight.
“Answer me.”
Spencer opened his eyes at the command. It wasn’t harsh but carried a weight which went straight to his stomach. That churning stomach, clenched with nerves too. He shook his head.
Duncan looked at Brad. “That’s a ‘no’ so go to your room, or wherever you want, and I’m putting Spencer to bed.”
Brad scoffed. “I bet you would like that.” He didn’t even register what hit him, flying straight against the table as he was trying to suck air into his lungs. Heaving, he had landed on his ass, the pain sharp. He had to clutch his stomach.
Duncan flexed his hand. “You’ll be able to breathe in a few moments. I’d advise you fuck off to your room or wherever the fuck you want. Stay away from Spencer or I’ll skin you next time.” He pulled Spencer with him, lacing his arm around that thin waist. “Come.”
Spencer clutched at his arm, walking as best as he could, his words slurred. “You’re going… you’re going to fuck me?”
Duncan sighed. “No, Christ! You’re going to bed.”
“Bed…” Mumbling in that cloud of alcohol and weed.
Duncan pinched his lips and brought him to his bed. Spencer collapsed on it and Duncan tucked him in, clearing the rugs from near the bed. A feeble hand on his wrist made him stop as he was about to leave.
Spencer sounded like he had no strength left, his dark hair masking his face. “Stay…” It sounded frail, almost scared.
Duncan took his hand, not even knowing why. Maybe to wake him up a bit. “You want me to stay?”
“Yes… stay…”
Fuck.But he was worried too, that if he left him, Brad would try to come into his room. He let Spencer’s hand go and pulled an armchair close, because sure as fuck he was not going to sleep with him in bed.
Spencer rolled on his back, his voice, barely there. “You’re still here?”
“You asked me to stay.”
“Yes… don’t go…”
