He let him go then, trailing him as Spencer walked to the entrance, waving at his fans. He had white pants and a jacket on, a ruby red shirt, half open, and shoes with thick heels. Duncan wished he had put on something steadier, but there was no other choice but to escort that young idiot inside.
He stood then near the wall, watching Spencer’s mother drag him to their friend, a tall man with silver hair. Watched that guy stroke down Spencer’s arm, plant a kiss on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth.Fuck.A tiny flame in his chest, but he laced his hands together, just exchanging a quick look with the others.
The night spent watching Spencer drink, his glass filled as soon as it got emptied. Wobble around to watch those paintings which didn’t make any sense to Duncan, dragged then to dance by that painter guy. Spencer’s parents had gone home, of course, so Duncan just waited, mildly fed up. Hoping he didn’t have to wait near a room whilst that guy fucked Spencer’s brains out… Sighing, he leant a bit against the wall, drained, but his eyes stayed on them, dancing, close. The guy’s hand sliding onSpencer’s ass.Fuck. The doors burst open then, and the crowd piled in as the music went wild, lights flashing. Duncan pushed through the crowd to get to Spencer, glimpsing his white jacket flashing amongst all those writhing bodies. Wanting to get closer when Spencer was being dragged away.Shit. Maybe he wants it though…a small thought until he met Spencer’s wide eyes flooded with despair.Fuck!Duncan shoved the humans in his way as he plowed through the crowd, ignoring the cries, the blows on his back. Giving some punches back, precise, bones crunching under his fists. His knuckles scraped raw, he reached Spencer the moment that guy was dragging him to the back. Not even asking, he punched the guy in the face, leaving him to stagger, cup that bleeding nose.
Duncan grabbed Spencer, hard, yanking him against him.Now, to the door…Checking where he was, he held Spencer close, shielding him with his body as blows rained on him. Pushing people out of the way with his right arm, he held Spencer tight by the waist, almost carrying him. Feeling Spencer’s arm go around his back, clutch his jacket tight.
Spencer just held on tight, his heart hammering above all that haze. Wedged against that warm, hard body, feeling his iron arm around his waist. Glimpsing when he could look that he was sheltering him with his body.He came… he was there…Almost fainting, he clung to him, trying to breathe. Hearing Duncan’s small grunt when he got hit or somebody rammed into him. That breath of fresh air as they spilled out into the night. Shouting, but it was blurred as Spencer’s legs gave… but he felt being lifted, carried with great pain. The door. The car seat. The belt. He tried to speak, amidst all that fright, and his senses blown to pieces.
“You… you…”
“Just shut up. We’re leaving.” A small concern in that voice. “You’re well enough for home? Hey…” Shaking. Darkness.
He blinked awake, his eyes on all that glowing white above him…this is death… maybe…breathing though, so he licked his parched lips, that familiar taste of charcoal lining his mouth…oh… ok…The room coming into focus. He rolled his head to the side, meeting those stern, grey eyes.
“Hey… hospital?”
“Fuck knows what got put into your drink… so yes.”
Spencer caught that light bruise on his jaw. “You got hit?”
Duncan shrugged. “Comes with the job.” Trying to ignore all the other bruises on his body.
Spencer closed his eyes, those lips smudged in black, in a bitter smile. “You would die for me? Me…”
“Yes.”
Spencer grinned. “Wow… your life for my shitty one… great trade.”
“It’s my job, so yes, if protecting you means I die, then that’s it.”
“No one to mourn you, Righteous?” It had come out soft, as if he was talking about himself, that grief laced in his voice.
“No. Not anymore.”
“Would you mourn me?”
Duncan swallowed that bitter grief lining his mouth. “I’d mourn your life.”
“Clever answer.”
“Whatever…”
“My parents?”
“I called them but they’re off on their holiday so… they said you should take care and behave.”
Spencer whined a laughed. “Ah, always the caring… Fuck them… I need...”
“Nothing. None of your fucking poisons here.”
Spencer looked at him. “I was joking, although…” Stretching his hand in front of him, watching it tremble.
Duncan rose and rang for the nurse. She arrived fast, and he turned to her. “Mr Galloway is an alcoholic, so please make sure he doesn’t slip into a coma or something… his hands are trembling.”
Spencer’s eyes went wide. “I’m not an alcoholic!”
The nurse looked at Duncan. “I’ll talk to the doctor.” She hurried away then.
