His hands glided down to Duncan’s chest, grazing those jagged scars on it. Spencer leant away a bit to breathe, to see them better, that large one just under his collarbone at the junction of his left chest and shoulder. A jagged star, the skin hard and wrinkled.
His eyes met Duncan’s silent eyes. “What are these?”
“Scars…”
“You got them in battle?”
Duncan pulled a face. “Yeah… “
Spencer’s fingers traced that jagged skin. “It hurts?”
He was lost under his touch, sending shivers down his body. Every scar a reminder of what he had lived. The memories pouring to the light under Spencer’s fingers. “Not anymore…”
Spencer’s eyes hardened. “War is shit.”
Duncan stroked his lush hair back, gliding his hand down Spencer’s cheek. “Tell me about it…”
Spencer leant into his touch, his dark eyes unreadable. “Are you fucked up?”
Duncan’s lips parted. He took a moment to reply. “Maybe…”
Spencer’s hands glided behind his neck. “I am too…”
Duncan smiled, bitter. “What a match…”
Spencer didn’t reply, dead scared of what his words had sparked in his chest. At what he wanted to do. Just lace his arms around him, soothe him, keep him safe. Something he had felt in Duncan’s warm hands, his caring touch and words, but… that hard crust on his heart stayed stubbornly closed, even if his heart was beating against it, hard.Fuck this.Tears lurking, again.Fuck this.Almost thinking of leaving, but he was blendedin Duncan’s lap, their skins almost fused in that moist warmth. His eyes went into Duncan’s… how to trust? How to believe that this was not another gigantic fuckery where he would get burnt to a crisp. That craving for a drink rammed into him, flooding his mouth.Drink that fucking stress away…but he also knew there was no alcohol here.
Smirking, he reached for his pants and fished a joint and a lighter out.
Duncan objected. “Hey, not here?”
Spencer just gave him a small smile and lit it, inhaling deep, holding the smoke in.
Duncan sighed. “Fuck you…”
Spencer blew the smoke to the ceiling, grinning, feeling already better as that familiar warmth invaded him, that comforting haze on his mind, wiping the bullshit out. “I hope so, soon?” He took another drag, and pushed the joint out on the table, cupping Duncan’s face.
Duncan’s eyes went wide, but Spencer just sealed that puzzled mouth and blew the smoke in it, lashing his tongue softly on Duncan's, feeling that he was somewhat holding his breath. Kissing him until he felt him breathe. He leant away, his eyes smiling.
Duncan’s were glazed with anger above his amusement. “Fuck. I told you I don’t…”
“Relax… this is nothing… a whiff of smoke… Righteous…” Scoffing, his eyes shone as the weed found his blood. “I forgot how righteous you are…” Kissing him again, mellow.
Nothing…It sure wasn’t nothing, that small breath already strong, flooding Duncan’s mind. A familiar feeling, long buried.Shit…Kissing him back, because he had relaxed too, his blood warming. It just felt good, to make out, naked, their hands gliding on their skin, their tongues on each other, tasting, exploring what the other liked, how it felt best, even if Spencerwas more impatient, pushing his mouth harder on Duncan’s, wanting his stubble and his teeth. Time gone somewhere.
A knock on the door. Duncan broke the kiss, blinking out of that daze. Fuck knew how much time had passed, but he pushed Spencer off and pulled his T-shirt and boxers on. Spencer smirked and disappeared in the bathroom. Duncan threw the window open too, and rushed to the door.
He took the delivery and tipped the guy, closing the door then.
Spencer walked out of the bathroom and snatched his joint off the table with the lighter. “Let’s eat in the bedroom.”
Duncan checked their food and walked after him. “Don’t smoke in here…” Scowling at Spencer who had already laid on the bed, smoking. “Can’t you fucking obey for once?”
Spencer blew the smoke towards him. “No. I have a reputation to uphold…” His eyes gleamed. “But you can whoop my ass if you want…”
“Very funny…” He sat on the bed and handed a box to Spencer with chopsticks.
“Oooh, what is it?”
