Spencer had pushed himself to sit, seething. “Just because I drink more than you do… doesn’t mean I’m an alcoholic!”
“Keep lying to yourself and all will be fine? Your hands are shaking and you look like shit. You’d kill for a drink now, mhm? That’s what alcoholics do. You need your drinks to function, so I’m making sure you don’t die of withdrawal, because sure as fuck you won’t die on my watch.”
“Oh, part of the job, right?” That hate had flooded his eyes.
Duncan’s lips parted, torn between being pissed to no end and bathing in that worry for that young fool. “Yes. The job. But I also, somehow, care a bit about that sorry ass of yours. I can’t change who you are, can’t tell you not to drink, I can’t tell you shit. All I can do is make sure you don’t die yet… that you give yourself a chance.”
Spencer smirked, leaning back, ash white. “How righteous…”
The nurse came back then. “We’ll put him on meds.”
Spencer swallowed his nausea. “Great…”
Duncan crossed his arms. “You’ll feel better.”
Spencer kept his eyes closed. That small fright there that he needed meds, that Duncan cared at all.He shouldn’t care… brute… nobody cares…Nobody had ever given a shit abouthim. His phone, silent, he didn’t even try to reach for it on the nightstand.Fuck everybody…
“Go away.”
“No.”
Spencer just smiled, swallowing that lump in his throat. “I’m your boss.”
“The fuck you are.”
“Semper fi…” Soft, almost on the verge of collapsing into darkness.
“That’s right.”
Duncan watched him slip into sleep, his dark hair spilled on the pillow, those sharp lips a bit slack, traces of charcoal marring that blanched skin.Shit. Fuck. Shit.
He could bring Spencer home the next day, letting him in, but Spencer sent him away from that huge, empty house. Just the staff remained, his parents gone on holiday.They don’t give a shit… never have…Sitting at his open window in a crop top, an open red silk short robe, and boxer briefs, his bare feet on the window sill, he smoked a joint, vaguely craving a drink, but they had pumped him full of meds, and somehow, he didn’t want to drink…not yet…Watching the sun set, that vague anxiety creeping in, and above that, the memories of Duncan’s body against him, of how his hand felt on his waist, how it felt under his shoulders and thighs in his arms, his scent when his head was wedged against him, that sweat above his deo, his aftershave… He sighed at that surge of lust pushing against his chest.Fuck…
Duncan lounged on his sofa, reading on his tablet, trying to focus when the words escaped him, tearing him out of that movie in his head.Fuck.The night, calm, he could hear the crickets through the half-open window, letting that cool night air in. The distant lights of the mansion through the trees’ leaves. A small thought at what Spencer could be doing. Probably drinking and smoking himself to a slow death… Scoffing. He raised his head at the steps on the stairs. Alert, he stood, only having his boxer briefs and a T-shirt on.Who the fuck this late?Cautious, he went to the door. Knocking. He opened, ready to tell the fuck off of anybody who dared to disturb his peace. Eyes wide when he got pushed in, a warm body wedging against him, and he almost shoved it away when the smell of weed hit him, a glimpse of that dark hair.
“You…?” He still caught his upper arms, incredulous, that rush of fright down his spine.
“Me…” His breath reeked of weed, but not of alcohol…not drunk…those eyes blown wide, those dark eyes, glinting with a new light above all that hate.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Trying to put that anger in his voice when he could feel his warmth against him, realizing Spencer was almost naked. Tightening his grip on his slender arms.
“I’m not sure… Not sure…” Looking up into those stunned grey eyes veiled with anger. “Not sure…” Spencer just pushed his hands on his chest, sealing those puzzled lips with his lips.
Duncan stepped back, pushing him away a bit.But his lips…those soft lips had felt so good… “No…”
Spencer grinned, wedged against him, even if Duncan’s hands were still curled on his arms. “Yes…”
“Are you out of your mind?” Hoping that nobody had seen Spencer cross the park, sneak up to his flat.
“Maybe I am…” He reached up to Duncan’s neck, and Duncan’s hands fell from his arms when Spencer pushed himself against him, their cocks meeting through their briefs' flimsy material. Warm, already hardening. It sent a shock down Spencer’s spine, his lips going slack as his nerves sizzled. That hate flooding him, laced with his lust…I’ll fuck him and ruin his life…Parting his lips, he smiled when he felt Duncan’s hands grab his waist, pull him up to his mouth.
Opening wide, letting Duncan match his tongue, their teeth clashing as they moaned into each other’s mouth.Fuck!Their hands pushing under the T-shirt and top, gliding on their skin...
Duncan broke the kiss. Mortified. Dead aroused. “No… we shouldn’t…”
“We should…” Panting, his eyes took that pleading light. “You said… it’s great with a guy who knows what he’s doing… are you that guy?”
“I’m your bodyguard…”
