Next morning, the sun chased the shadows away, licking into that silent room where Duncan was sleeping curled up against Spencer, his arm over his abs, and Spencer’s arm under his head. Stirring, both of them, grappling for the other in that semi-sleep. Turning on their sides, lacing their arms around the other. Holding tight as they snuggled closer, drifting back into sleep.
“Coffee?”
Spencer blinked away at the shadow over him. Pushing himself up to sit against the headboard, he took that steaming mug from Duncan’s hand. “You could have woken me up…”
“No way. You were sleeping like a log.”
Noticing his wet hair as he sat down too. “What did you do?”
“Swam a few laps.” Sipping his coffee, that tired light in his eyes.
“A few?” Mocking.
“Ok… swimming is like walking to me, so a few, yes…”
Spencer kept quiet, remembering what Duncan had told him, but his demons had swallowed his tale whole, blending it into Spencer’s darkness.
He sipped at the coffee, pulling a small face. “I like it with a dash of rum.”
“Excuse me for not pouring a dash in your coffee as soon as your eyes are open.”
It had sparked anger before but Spencer just laughed softly at that mock outrage. Musing a bit, dead scared of his own words. “Do you think I could stop?”
“Do you think you can stop?”
“I asked first.”
“My opinion on this means fuck all. This is your decision.”
Spencer pursed his lips. “How convenient…” Looking at Duncan when he felt that soft grip on his arm.
“Not convenient. It would be, for you, to have somebody else decide, but this is yours, nobody else’s.”
“I might just try.”
Duncan didn’t say a word, scared that he would ruin this fragile moment, sipping his coffee.
Spencer took his phone, flicking some apps open. “We have to go back… My exhibit is tomorrow night. Fuck.” Sighing, he flung the phone on the covers. “Fuck this. I wish we could just live here, and not give a shit about the real world.”
“That’s something none of us can afford.”
Spencer smirked. “I could.” His amused eyes went to Duncan. “And you’re earning fine from what I know?”
“The fuck you know?”
“I’ve seen what Dad pays your company.”
“Wonderful…”
Spencer’s eyes got lost to the sky. “We could lead a decent life… away from all the shit…”
Duncan swallowed, pained. “That would mean we would have to live together.”
“That’s what I meant.”
Their eyes met, that dark, amused light in Spencer’s and Duncan’s flooded with caution.
Spencer mocked. “But I would understand if you didn’t want to live with me.”
