“Not when I’m focused on the task… or some bullshit like that.”
Laughing a bit, they still kissed, soft, because it felt right to kiss before they did anything else. Because they both knew they shouldn’t be in each other’s arms. Maybe a thrill there above all that fright. Spencer pushed through his mad fear though, wanting him more than riding that fright which would have pushed himself out of those strong arms.Fuck that…Clinging to him, arching his ass against Duncan’s cock.
Duncan grabbed his jaw. “Greedy…”
“Always.” Grinning those flames in his chest away, he let Duncan push in, moaning softly.
It felt right, so right, as if they belonged together, those tortured shells of flesh, those neglected souls, and Spencer just floated on his thrusts, his kisses. A lazy morning, eyes closed to that morning sun. A lazy come too, still spent from their night. Trembling, still, because it felt too good. So right, it scared the shit out of Spencer.
Duncan caught that light in his eyes. “You have to leave?”
Spencer smiled, bitter. “Soon… my fucking parents are coming home and then tonight we’re due to a charity bullshit.”
Duncan tapped those angry lips softly. “Charity is not bullshit. Some people are in need, badly.”
He pulled a face. “Whatever… They’re also auctioning one of my paintings away, so I have to be there… show my face…” He sighed; his eyes lost a bit. “My mother built her reputation on posting me on social media from the moment she could so… it’s like her followers need to see what baby Spencer has become or whatever…” That bitter, dangerous light in his eyes. “He’s become something alright…” A vengeful grin.
Duncan stroked his hair back. “I’m sorry.”
Spencer smiled. “Oh, don’t be. It’s the past… And your parents? You said there’s no one to mourn you…”
Duncan sighed, almost pushing him out of his arms. Almost. But his eyes held him back, that genuine light in them. A rare occurrence, he seemed almost a different man. “I had a violent mother and a father who, when he could, put himself between me and her. They died, one after the other a couple of years ago.”
“So young Duncan ran to the military as soon as he was eligible…”
Duncan smiled. “Yeah… seventeen. Dad made sure the permission papers got signed.”
“Why there?”
“I had nothing and they had everything, with lots of promises of a great life and career.”
Spencer traced that large scar. “The price is not right…”
“It’s never right. No matter what you do.”
A tiny silence there which rammed into Spencer like a giant icicle.
“Uh… it’s all very philosophical but I have to go… otherwise I won’t be able to sneak out.” He pushed himself out of Duncan’s arms who just let him go.
Watching him sit, stretch like a cat.
Spencer’s dark eyes went to him. “Be there at the house around seven. No need to wait outside, we’ll have somebody drive us there…” Rolling his eyes as he stood. “In the same fucking car.” He waved at him when he had pulled his clothes on. “See you later, Righteous.”
Duncan just gave him a small wave. Sighing when he heard the door lock.Fuck.Not even wanting to move, Spencer’s bites throbbing on his neck and shoulder muscles.The little shit sure can bite…Smiling at the memories of Spencer’s nails wedged into his skin, he didn’t even want to see how his back looked.Shower… come on…unable to rise, he just slipped back to sleep in that lush morning, drenched in their scent. At peace.
Much later, he was standing with the others in that large foyer, waiting until the family got ready, but Henry was late, taking a last minute business call. Spencer was lounging on the sofa. He had dressed all in black, like a vengeance, black leather pants, thigh-high boots with large heels, a black silk shirt. Smoky make-up, and dark lipstick. The outfit matched his nails, those sharp nails clicking on his phone screen. Duncan could not see his eyes, could not see in what state he was in, worried.
Martina was sitting on a chair in a stunning violet dress, made-up, her hair impeccable. Glancing up from her phone, her voice cut that silence like a knife.
“You could have dressed up properly. Not like some sort of gay rockstar.”
Spencer smirked but never lifted his eyes. “I’m bi, mother, just in case you have vocabulary issues. And I dress however the fuck I want.”
“It doesn’t help your image, these depressing colors. Gives the wrong impressions.”
“Pray which one?”
“That you’re depressed.”
