Taking Time Off | CW |

" Look, just make it happen. I dont care how you are gonna do it, but just DO IT, you got that, or else you will find yourself unemployed, faster than someone ordering a cheeseburger at a drive through ". With those words he ended the call, before putting his phone back in his pocket. He slowly got up from the chair, before walking over to the coffee house, where a line had started. The people in front of him, looked rather stunned, when he just cut it without a care to them, but in the end nobody said anything to him, only long glares came his way, as he slowly leaned over the desk, looking at the boy in front of him, with his sunglasses on, and not a smile in sight. " I would love a pumpkin spice latte. Do you think you could do that Aiden ". The boy in front of him, parted his lips before trying to utter a word, about him cutting the line, but it was as if his words had stopped in his throat, by the mans husky voice. " So Aiden, are you gonna stand around all day, or are you gonna satisfy my needs ". Aiden looked rather stunned at him, from the way that he spoke, to the words that he had used, before shaking his head. He turned around to make the coffee as fast as he could, before James turned around, to look at all the people, with a stern expression.

He slowly rubbed his temples, from just the headache of being out and about, after partying way to hard. It wasnt actually that long ago, that he had been to the hospital, almost on his dead bed, would some say, but for him.. it was just another day in this long and endless world. He had gotten some time off from work after his incident, and the movie he was suppose to star in, called silent man, was put on hold some months to a year. It felt good.. finally having time for himself, to be himself and not be somebody else for once. " H-Here Mr?.. ". The boy looked at him, with a pen in his hand, to write the mans name, when James turned around, before taking the paper cup with the pumpkin spice latte. " King ". When he said the words, the boy suddenly looked at him with big eyes, before saying. " Wait, you are not.. James King?!, are you ". He´s lips curled up into a small strained smile, before he said " Dont tell ", before laying the money on the desk, then turning around and walking away from people, that looked confused, but some people also started to gossip. * Freakin brat, cant find even one quiet place here.. *.

After that, he found a secluded place near the mall´s entrance. The grass outside was still clean and the sun was shining a little, but the sky was slowly turning into a grey hue, warning rain to the people under it. He looked up for a moment, before taking a little sip of his lattle. He quite enjoyed them, after being almost forced to drink them on work, but with blood in normally. He sighed for himself, when he didnt get the taste og kick from the latte like always, plus the taste was different, than what he was used too also. He looked at the paper cup, before placing it a little from himself, when he found a spot under a tree near the entrance. He knew that he had to go look for a new suit, and he also missed skating, so that he also had to look after today, but it was just like he suddenly had lost all energy and desire to do so.

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Spencer was standing in line to get some coffee. He was blocking people out by the headphones, listening to some random playlist on spotify. He didn’t care about the music, he just wanted to not listen to people. He was tripping his foot in the beat of the music. It wasn’t until people began speaking indistinctly, clearly annoyed about something, he turned off the music and paid attention to what happened in the front. From what the people in line said, someone had just passed the line altogether. It didn’t bother Spencer that much. It was not because he would wait that much longer. He was taken aback when he saw who it was. James fucking King. Spencer had seen so many of his movies. He was not going to freak out, but it was a freak-worthy situation. He took in a deep breath top keep his composure. He wanted to go up there and talk to him, but he wouldn’t know what to say.
Spencer saw how everyone seemed less annoyed when they knew who he was. Fucking hypocrites, the bunch of them. He looked after James as he moved away from the coffee house.

Should he follow him? Yes, of course he should. He had to, otherwise he would always wonder what if he didn’t. Without being to obvious, he followed the movie star outside. He had already gotten the hit he needed for the day, so he didn’t need to worry about that. It definitely helped that he had a few places he could get drugs from now. He kept his distance a while, before coming up with something to say and moving to the actor. ”Dude, you’re my fucking hero,” he said with grin. ”I was in line back there,” he added pointing towards the mall. ”I’m surprised nobody filmed it,” he then said. He realized he hadn’t even introduced himself. He was maybe a little star struck. ”Name’s Spencer,” he said keeping some distance. He wouldn’t want to bother him. He could imagine people would come up to him often like this. He didn’t want to be one of those annoying fans that wouldn’t leave him alone. He was just man like everybody else, no need to make it that big a deal. He was trying to convince himself that, still his skin was tingling and his heart beating faster. Spencer had never admitted it to everyone, since his sexuality was still a well-kept secret, but he used to have the biggest crush on James King. When people asked about all the posters in his room, Spencer would come up with another reason for idolizing the actor. ”Do you smoke?” He found a pack of cigarettes, offering James one. He was grasping at straws to keep the conversation going.

He looked down at his left hand for a brief moment, to look at the beautiful sun ring around his index finger, and then back up at the sky, where he could catch small glimps of the sun. He took a quick but short sip from his latte, before looking up at a person approaching him. Slowly he put down the latte to his side, before looking at the stranger, with his sunglasses tilted down a bit, giving him the elevator look, while he checked him out. His eyes were the color of light sienna, with a mischievous glint that seemed to reflect the corners of his mouth, which were fighting to hold back a smile, when he noticed the shirt the guy was wearing. His eyes were every shade of brown someone could imagine, a raw umber and caramel mix, dotted with bits of dark chocolate, like a warm reflection of a penny in the sun´s light. He slowly took his sunglasses off, before putting them on his shirts collar, but not directly in the front, like so many else, but to the side. He licked his lips for a brief time, before slowly getting up. His gaze had stopped many in their tracks. James had the kind of face that could stop a person in their tracks.

He couldnt conceal a small twitch in his outer corner of his mouth, of a slowly forming smile, when the boy started speaking to him. His perfekt perly white teeth, perfectly aligned, came to sight, when he smiled for a brief moment, before it disappeared as quickly as it had formed. His deep husky voice broke the silence between them " I take it, you are a fan of my work ". Most people had described speaking with him, was like getting all the air in their lungs and surroundings sucked out, numbing the noise in the background, and feeling a prickle to their skin all over. James didnt remove his gaze even once from Spencer, while he spoke to him. Slowly he raised his hand towards him, to give him a handshake, before saying in the same voice, with his intense gaze, still lingering on Spencer. " Ah. Spencer Lane ". He gave a short chuckle from him, before looking to the side for a brief moment, before turning his gaze to Spencer again. If he took his hand, he would be able to feel a strong grib, but there was also something soft about it, like he wasnt trying to squeese someones hand to death. He was used to giving handshakes, so it only came natural to him, that a greeting was done in that matter, and also that it was practiced to perfection.

He couldnt help himself, when he had said the man´s name. He was certain of it now. " From instagram right?. The Maldives ". He had meant everything he had written on the IG, also he had checked Spencer´s IG out, but didnt like back, because he wouldnt come across as a stalker, besides he couldnt show too much of favoritism, more that he had already done. " Only in the company of others ". He almost tasted the name in his mouth, with his strawberry red tongue, and the slightly more plump lips, than average guys had, but still small and in a shape of cupids bow over his top lip. It was the truth, that he only smoke when he waa near other smokers, but he still liked it, the taste, the smoke, it felt refreshing somehow, like air with taste. He took a step closer to Spencer, when he took the smoke, looking down at the pack, with mere inches between them. His own scent was mild, but noticable, from his cologne, Giorgio Armani. He slowly looked up from the pack, letting his gaze travel up of Spencer´s body, up to his face, before giving him a small sleak smile, letting the smoke sit between the plump lips. " So Mr. Lane.. i take it, you aren´t a virgin anymore ". He looked down at his shirt, before smiling shortly, like it was amuzing him, to see someone walking around in a shirt with such bold print. It was very rare, that he actually saw anybody near him, with something like that.

He waited patiently for Spencer to find the lighter, before letting him light his own up, for him to then move his face close to him, letting the edge of his smoke, between his lips, touch the lighted tip of Spencer´s, if he would let him, before inhaling, so his smoke would glow, as would Spencers, before turning his back, walking back to the tree. He let his body elegantly glide down with the tree, before looking up at Spencer, waiting for him to sit down. He took a deep drag, before exhaling the smoke into the air, watching the grey mass disappear in a cloud of smoke above him. He closed his eyes for a moment, before saying with a slight teasing tone to his voice. " So goats, i didnt take you for a farmboy ". He had seen his IG post recently, and there was just something innocent and young, almost fresh about this boy, but then again.. he didnt look that innocent to him. He could hear the sound of his heartbeat, and how his breathing was, when he had his eyes closed, fokusing only on Spencer for a while, before opening them and turning his gaze towards him, before discarding some burned cigarett to the side.

Spencer was typically not very shy or socially awkward when meeting new people. But this wasn’t just a new person. It was James fucking King. He had watched his movies growing up, learning from them, learned about the world, about himself. In a way, James had given him the strength to walk away from a horrible situation. Maybe it was too much credit to give an actor, or any celebrity for that matter, but it had felt like that. He had often asked himself what James King would do, using his example as a guidance through his life. Not only that, but he was also the first man he had felt attracted to. It had been nothing more than a celebrity crush. He had never though he would actually meet him. Now that he was, he was trying to keep his cool. It was not easy when he had been such a big influence on his life. He held his breath when James looked at him, very thoroughly it would seem. Was he checking him out? No, he had to be imagining it. His eye color was not easy to see from the distance, but he knew for a fact they were very unique. Spencer’s own eyes were not as interesting. People just couldn’t decide if his eyes were green or blue.

Was it even possible for a person to be such a perfect specimen? His teeth were like something from a dental commercial, his skin looked so smooth it could easily have been made by silk. And his smile. That smile was enough to make people fall in love. Spencer was sure of it. He was slightly taken aback by the huskiness of his voice. Just when he couldn’t possibly have been any sexier, he spoke and proved Spencer wrong. ”I’ve seen some of your work, yeah.” He was acting cool as a cucumber, but he was far from it. Spencer couldn’t focus on anything else than the man in front of him. Everything else seemed a blur, unimportant. He followed him with his gaze as he strode closer. He put his hand into his, almost melting under the intense and lingering gaze. ”You know me?” He hadn’t thought he would remember him from Instagram. It had been so short and seemingly insignificant; he didn’t think he would remember. Spencer had even thought he might have gotten an assistant or some of the sort to answer for him. He wouldn’t be the first celebrity to do so. The handshake was somehow soft and strong at the same time. He could feel the muscles of his hand when he squeezed his hand.

”Oh,” he simply said, when James reminded him where he would have known his name from. ”Yeah, that was me. Sorry about not replying.” He had lost his sense to think straight after James had called him cute. Where he had found the courage to even start a conversation, digital or face-to-face, was actually not that big a mystery. Spencer was hopelessly impulsive and able to keep a straight face. He could seem unfazed by most things but feeling a whole variety of emotions inside. He could thank his stepfather for that ability. Spencer realized he was in way over his head, when his attention was drawn to those full lips. He had thought he might be long over this teenage crush of his. It would now seem it wasn’t the case. Fuck, he moved closer. He could sense his scent so clearly right now. Everything about him was somehow just like he imagined, yet completely different. That smile had so an effect on Spencer. His heart was beating like a drum, sounding in his ear making it difficult to focus on anything else. When James spoke his next words, Spencer looked down towards his shirt, their noses touching tips. He was determined to make a good impression on him, and just acted like it didn’t happen even if his stomach was going wild with butterflies. ”Afraid not, that cherry has been popped.”

Spencer realized he hadn’t found a lighter and searched through his pockets for it. He lit his own, moving his hand up towards James’, but he didn’t get the chance before James leaned closer, to use Spencer’s smoke to light his own. How incredible was it that this interaction could make Spencer forget he wasn’t out as gay yet? He forgot to inhale the smoke, before some of it had burned to waste. First when James returned to the tree, he felt he could function normally again. He inhaled some smoke, blowing it out through his nose a moment later. He had nearly swallowed the cigarette when James indicated he had seen, and remembered, his Instagram post. ”What did you take me as?”He was curious to know what thoughts James King had made about him. He couldn’t believe he even thought twice about him. One thing that was a great indicator of Spencer’s true moods and emotions were his heartbeat and breathing. He could control his voice and how he seemed, but that was beyond his control. His heart was having a race with a heart attack as the price, his breathing done in an unsteady pattern. Even if he couldn’t control it completely, he sure could try.

A slight chuckle escaped his lips, when Spencer apologized to him, for not answering on instagram,. It was not like he had even thought about it, or actually expected a reply to his comment, but he appreciated the genuine apology from the boy. " Dont think about it ". The deep caramel colored eyes, looked with a fascination on Spencer, like he was trying to figure him out. He could hear everything, how Spencer lost his breath for a moment, when he had moved closer to him, to get the smoke, how his heart was beating faster underneath the skin, the flesh.. the blood pumping through his body. It made the hair in the back of his neck stand on edge, almost beaconing him, tempting his inner hunter. Outside he looked calm and collected, with his fake breathing, to not let people see he was what he really was, which was a vampire. He slowly inhaled again, before letting it lay for a while, before releasing the smoke, in a round bubble, before blowing smoke through it, almost looking like a jellyfish. He had learned a thing or two, working in the business he did, also there was sometimes too much freetime, between takes on work, so of couse he had grapped some smokes with the other crew, from time to time.

He slowly rubbed his hands together for a moment, while letting the smoke hang on his lips, before taking it between his fingers, moving the cigarett away from his lips. " Hmm ". He looked closely at Spencer and moved towards him a little, almost whispering in his ear, when he looked at him closely with the deep brown eyes. " From the American accent, i would have guessed... something of a frat boy ". He smiled slightly, before moving back to his own position again, taking one leg closer to his chest, before laying his elbow supporting on his knee, as he leaned forward, looking at all the people going ind and out of the mall.

A small smile started to form on his lips, before looking at Spencer again, slowly studying his bodylanguage, before saying. " Do i make you nervous ". He tilted his head a little to the side, with the cheeky smile over his lips, waiting for a satisfying reply, because he already knew what he was doing to him, he could almost feel it, taste it on his tongue, the sweet nervousness in the boy. He was quite impressed, that he managed to look so unfaced, while his body was in such a distress almost. " So about your cherry ". He slightley touched his lower lip with his thumb, before slowly moving his gaze from Spencer to the people not that far away from them. " I take it, that you are into men ". He couldnt help but tease him a little, even if it wasnt true or was, but there was just something about him. The way that he flirted with him on instagram, the tshirt and the nervousness with him being near him, also the body language, when their noses had touched for a brief moment. " Not that it matters much. Just wanted to know where you stand, when i take you with me ". He had already made up his mind. At first it was just for fun, but the thought of kidnapping this boy and taking him with him, seeing his expression, something said to him, that he hadnt seen as much as himself, but then again, he could be wrong. " What do you say? ".

He looked for a moment at the smoke in his hand, before inhaling again, holding then blowing out. He looked up at the sky, when he felt a drip on his cheek from the rain, before looking at Spencer. He smothered the smoke on the back of his shoe, before taking the cig bud in his side pocket, to not make the enviroment even more burdened.. he had to live in this world for far much longer, than the humans. Slowly the rain started to fall, before the sky almost felt like it parted, when the rain drops hit hard down on them. James looked up, before he zipped down his jacket, taking it off and then putting it gently over the head of Spencer. " Here, so you dont get to wet ". He looked away from him, but the hand was gentle when he layed the expensive jacket in velvet over his head, covering most of Spencer, with the inner fabric that was of pure black silk. If he didnt want it, he would simply insist, that he used it to take cover under from the rain, before slowly walking over to the mall, waiting for Spencer to follow him. Because the raindrops was so big, hes clothing quickly became drenched, and the white tshirt he had on, in fine fabric, started to slowly get see through, showing the athletic muscluar body underneath it. He shok his head for a moment, to get some of the water droplets out of his hair, that had turned a darker brown, from the wetness. He let his hand run through, before looking at Spencer with a little grin over his lips.

Spencer couldn’t say he was unfamiliar with spending time with gorgeous people. They were flocking around him like a bunch of supermodels drawn to him. Both his good friends Kenna and Grecia was so pretty they could have been taken from a vogue magazine. Even his roommate Nathaniel was something taken from a movie. Out of them, he of course felt mostly attracted to Nathaniel. Not that he had ever told any of them. But James. James was like a whole new league. He was so elegant and carefree. He made every movement seem like he was in the midst of seducing him. And he was succeeding. Spencer knew his façade would crack underneath the pressure of James’ sensual nature. He was trying to come up with something clever and slightly flirty to say, but he was coming up blank. The way he looked at him, like he was looking straight through him, seeing every little thing he had tried to hide over the years. He felt oddly relaxed. He knew it was improbable that James actually did know everything, but just feeling like he did, removed some of the tension residing in Spencer’s shoulders.

His husky voice just become more so when he whispered into his ear. He could feel the warm breath against his skin, smell smoke, pumpkin and something minty on his breath. He swallowed in attempt of ridding himself of the lump that had become a resident in his throat since James started to flirt with him. ”I take offense of that,” he said with a smile. Somehow his lips couldn’t form themselves in the cheeky smile that had become his default smile. He realized he hadn’t moved out of place for a while. He took a step forward, putting his hand to the cigarette to remove it and remove the leftover with a simple tap on it.

Spencer frowned by his question, but quickly returned his face in the natural folds. ”Of course you do,” he agreed, feeling much more vulnerable than he wished. He just wanted to let go of this façade, but he also didn’t want to be just another fan he would give an autograph and forget a moment later. He was not expecting them to be friends or anything like that, but he just wanted to be memorable. He couldn’t help but look at his lips when he ran his thumb across it. His breathing stopped for a moment. He looked away. ”I’m… I…” He sighed for his inability to answer the question. ”Don’t know,” he whispered. He did know, but he couldn’t say it out loud just yet. His gaze fell back on James when he spoke again. ”Take me, huh?” He rose an eyebrow slightly. ”It sounds like you’re planning on getting me in trouble. I cannot get in trouble. I’m a virgin,” he said with a smirk. ”I ain’t saying no to that,” he told him. If Spencer had a chance to hang out with James King, he was gonna damn well take it.

He barely realized the rain before James was already keeping a jacket over his head. ”Movie star and a gentleman, such a rare combination.” He lifted his gaze to meet his. He almost found himself leaning forward to feel those plump lips, but before he had a chance, James walked away towards the mall. He stayed behind a moment, kicking himself for not grabbing the chance when he could’ve. He turned around and walked slowly towards the mall. He was not afraid of a little rain. He placed himself in front of James, looking into those caramel brown eyes. ”Fuck it, I’m so fucking gay,” he admitted. It was the first time in a few years he had said it out loud. ”You still owe me a trip to the Maldives. Although I might settle for something else,” he said with a challenging look. He tilted his head slightly, finding himself gazing at James’ lips again. His gaze fell longer down, seeing how the wet fabric was clinging to his body. Fuck he was so hot. It was driving Spencer insane to just be close to him like this. Nothing had happened, but a lot had been hinted at. Something could happen, and he so wished it would. He might not be ready to come out yet, but something, anything with a famous actor was just too good to not pursue.

The brown caramel eyes looked behind to Spencer, when he appeared to fall behind, before looking at him finally moving. He turned around on his heels, before moving over to the mall, almost at the door, but had to stop, when Spencer suddenly cut in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks, when Spencer got in front of him, making them both unable to get inside for cover of the heavy rain, that had started to pour down all of a sudden. He looked at Spencer with a raised eyebrow, and a frowned expression, as he didnt know what Spencer was gonna do or say to him, or why he had stopped them both in the first place, from getting inside to take cover. When he heard Spencer´s word, he couldnt control a little chuckle, before he gave him a genuine cheeky smile. It amused him greatly, the way Spencer had come out to him, but he also enjoyed the honesty, and that he was right in his first assumption. His lips were like a promise of passion and softness. He couldnt help but feeling the gaze to his body, how it travel from his lips to the sticky wet fabric on his chest. He slowly leaned towards Spencer, before saying with a low tone in his voice, almost af if he wanted to eat him up. " Watch it loverboy. Dont start something you couldnt possible handle ".

He felt intriqued with Spencer, to the point where he wanted to grab him, slam him op against the mall´s wet outer wall, take him and rip his fucking clothes off, bite his neck and taste the sweetness of him, with his strawberry red tongue, slowly licking eveything inside of his soft mouth. Hes tongue shortly licked the plush lips of his own, before taking a look at Spencer. A deep growl could be heard coming from his mouth, before he uttered under his breath " Fuck it ". He walked with a fast pace towards Spencer, before taking his hand in his, dragging him over to the wall. No one was out in this heavy weather and most windows couldnt see to the corner of the building. James took hold of Spencer´s hands, before moving them over Spencer´s head, locking them with his one hand, if he would let him, so the hand was crossed, like he had almost cuffed him with his hand. He looked at him with a most serious expression on his face, before letting the free hand slowly travel over Spencer´s lowerjaw, taking a hold of his chin, before capturing his lips with his, if he would let him, before letting go of the chin, and then moving his free hand to his lowerjaw, taking a soft but firm hold of it, so he couldnt move away. He didnt care if anyone saw what happened, and he didnt care for his jacket laying on the street in the rain.

The only care he had, was Spencer at this very moment. A low almost growling could be heard coming from him, as he tasted Spencer´s lips. He couldnt fight against the temptation of tasting the realness, the sweet sensation of Spencer´s lips, or feel the effect of his presence near him, how he would love to feel him quiver under him, for him to lose control, give into him, let everything be washed away, as if it was only them for a brief moment, in this cold wet world, filled with hate and anger, passion.. love and war. He could feel the primal instinct kicking in, how he wanted to love small love marks over that pretty neck, forever mark him as his. He knew he couldnt, that he shouldnt, but it was already too late. " Fuck ".

He slowly let his fangs glide through, before taking a stronger hold on Spencer, but still with such care, as to not scare him. He slowly kissed him down from his lower jaw, until he reached his neck, between the shoulder and the curve. He sucked shortly on it, feeling.. smelling the blood rush to the surface, hearing how his heart was beating, feeling the warm skin under his cold hands. Slowly he opened his mouth, after a gentle kiss against the light bruished skin, that already contained love marks all over it, from his uncontrollable passion. He slowly, if Spencer didnt give any indication of wanting to be let go off.. let his teeth sink into the flesh of Spencer, releashing a chemical reacion, as vampire bites was known for. Some had even ended up being addicted to being bitten by vampires. As he could feel the blood rushing into his mouth, hes eyes started to turn a deep red color, almost like ruby´s, before a powerful scent filled the air between them, known for drawing people in.

It felt so addictive to taste the blood of him, but something was different about his blood, like drugs in the mix, almost making him high, as he took it. He slowly stopped, before licking the bite, but not closing it with any blood, as he wanted to mark the boy as his, for a time. Still with blood stained lips, he let go of Spencer´s jaw, before like the animal that he was, he once again captured his lips with his, feeling how he slowly got more hard, until the point where it was unbearable in his tight pants. " Your taste are quite.. addictive ". His voice was low, almost like a whisper, against Spencer´s lips, before he looked at him with the intense ruby red eyes, feeling the rain hit against his back, while his hair had glided forward, letting small drops fall from the edges of his hair, down between them both. He gently let go of Spencer´s arms, before standing straight, letting a hand glide through his own hair, so it got a backwards sleek look, until he turned his ruby red gaze to Spencer, before his husky voice could be heard once more " That´s.. quite enough.. for now ". His words was like a promise, a promise for passion and release for another time, another day perhaps. He could feel how hard it was for him, not to just tear the clothes of Spencer, and just fuck him right then and there, but he couldnt. He had to think about where they were, and the people that could see them, and if someone already had seen what happened.

Spencer did feel conflicted a moment. Coming out was a big deal to him. He wanted to trust the person he was coming out to. He didn’t know James enough to know if he could trust him. But letting him go now just seemed a waste. He knew he would always wonder what could have happened. He was going to save his future self from that wonder and regret. He could understand why James was wondering why he had stopped like that, in that weather. He just didn’t want to go inside and loose the courage he had gathered before his reveal. Spencer was great at hiding just about everything about himself. Despite attraction. That he couldn’t hide very well. He had a very wandering gaze. The chuckle made him self-conscious. Was it funny, or was he missing something? ”And what exactly makes you think I can’t handle it? Frat boys are known for being loose, aren’t they?”

It was no longer a secret he wanted James, and Spencer had a feeling it went both ways. He couldn’t be reading the signs so wrong, couldn’t he? Their shared want, and maybe even need, for each other was so overwhelming it was almost choking him. But he didn’t care one bit. He didn’t remove his gaze for one second, not even when James was looking away. When his tongue moved over his lips, he had to take a deep breath to not jump the vampire right there. Then the growl. In any other situation he would be cautious about a growl like that, but not now. He knew exactly what it meant. Spencer was about to say something, before James took his hand and moved him to the wall. He was not resisting. He would be an idiot to resist. He shortly looked around, checking to see if anyone was around. His gaze shot back to James when he grabbed his hands, moving them above his head and locking his hand around them. That serious expression took his breath away for a moment. When he touched his jaw, it felt like explosions broke out underneath his touch. He felt the strong grip of his chin without it being forceful at all. He leaned into those lips, hungrily taking everything in. He had waited for kissing someone like this in so long. He was starved. He already felt how his body was exploding in a ton of different reactions, from the blood rushing towards his crotch, the fluttering in his stomach, the intense beating of his heart and the electricity feeling James’ touch awoke in him.

The moment James had touch Spencer’s jaw in a simple yet wildly intimate manner, he had forgotten all about everything else around him. He didn’t really care if anyone saw. Who would give a fuck anyway? He could almost feel the growling in his throat as their lips were intertwined like this. He was nowhere near surprised by how soft and almost addictive James’ lips felt. He was appreciative that James where holding his hands the way he was. He was not sure he could have behaved appropriately if he didn’t. He was for a mere second confused when James cursed, then his grip tightened and his lips moved down his jaw instead, living a tingling behind every spot he touched.

Spencer let his eyes fall shot from the overwhelming sensation he felt. He would let James do whatever he wanted to him. When the teeth poked at his skin, he was prepared for it to hurt, but it didn’t. It felt like poking himself with a needle, just much much better. It gave him pleasure, which was surprising to him. He turned his hand into a fist, sighing from the sensation the bite gave him. It had similar affects like drugs, but it was just different because he shared this with it, it was caused by a sensual act. It was primal and wild, and something that could go very wrong. The thrill from it alone was enough to make him want more. He bit his lip to keep himself somewhat civil. If he was already reacting like this now, he didn’t dare to imagine what it would be like if it ever went further.

Spencer refrained from whimpering when James pulled away, but he still opened his eyes. He didn’t want that feeling to stop. He now felt the throbbing in his neck from the two puncture wounds. His body was already trying to heal. He sighed in bliss when he felt James’ lips again. He had needed this much more than he realized. He had been deprived. Now he had a taste, but it was not enough. ”Can I expect you to come back for more then?” He asked in a whisper as well. He looked at him, taking everything once again, the red eyes, the red lips colored even redder from his blood, the wet hair that dripped into his face, making him look like he had just emerged from the ocean. He put his arms down when they were let go of. He was trying to calm himself down, but after that, it was no easy task. James slid back in his hair back, before he once again looked directly at Spencer. For now. Could he be expecting more like that? Or more, even? He didn’t want to put himself up to anything. He had to stop himself from thinking he would be seeing James again, just in case he wouldn’t. He was not going to put himself up to that disappointment. ”Now who’s starting things they can’t handle,” he teased. ”That definitely makes up for the Maldives,” he said with a slight smile. ”Don’t be a stranger,” he leaned forward to give James one last kiss, before he started to walk away. Why he was doing that was as much a mystery to Spencer as any. He didn’t want to be chased, or did he? Or maybe he was just trying to give them both some time to cool down.

He looked rather surprised, when Spencer stole a kiss from his lips, as he was the first man or person to ever take him by surprise like that. He let his gaze follow him for a short moment, before parting his lips, as if he was about to say something, but quickly let them shut again, when he noticed that Spencer was actually walking away from him. * well, that is a first *. He chuckled a little for himself, before looking at Spencer, waiting for him to turn back to him, but when he got the feeling that he wasnt, he couldnt help but feel a tingling feeling in his neck.

He rubbed his neck, waiting for Spencer to turn around, but when he was at a long enough distance, he couldnt wait more. He quickly picked up his jacket, before running over to Spencer, taking a hold around his wrist, almost pulling him back to his chest. " Hey. You didnt think you could just leave me like that, after stealing a kiss. Did you ". His voice was serious, but his expression was not, and his lips had a cheek smile over them. " Your number.. ". He held his hand out, not letting go of Spencer´s wrist this time. He didnt want him to try and run, especially not after that kiss, or the last.

He didnt know why he had felt such a sensation, maybe there was something speciel over Spencer, maybe he just looked so innocent, without being it.. but something was alluring to him, something was slowly pulling him in. He waited for Spencer´s phone, so he could dial his number into it, because he wouldnt be the first to text someone, he NEVER did that, actually.. it was very rare even this. He didnt have any numbers except for his assistent and a manager and personal doctor. He looked at Spencer with watchfull eyes. " You will get to see the Maldives. Text me when you are free, and then i will pick you up that day. Atleast cross out 4 days in your calender, maybe five, if you behave like a good little boy ". He smiled teasingly to him, before letting go of his arm and then turning around, waving his hand, as to say goodbye. " Dont be a stranger. Loverboy ".

//out//

Spencer was trying to make himself valuable to James, to make him think he was not just a random hook up. He wanted to see more of James - especially after that make out session. He was close to looking back a few times, but he didn’t. He wanted to keep the upper hand when he could. He knew that if he continued to see James, it wouldn’t last long.

Spencer halted when hen felt a grip of his wrist, pulling him back to the strong and damp chest. ”Maybe I want to be chased,” he suggested, looking into his eyes. He looked down at his hand with a smirk on his lips. He looked back at him. ”Is James King really asking me for my number, oh my.” He tried to sound like some fan-girl, but he was still way to calm to do it properly.

Spencer might not be the most experienced. Since his last fling, he hadn’t been serious with anyone and hadn’t gone further than a little flirt, maybe a kiss in a drug haze he couldn’t remember. He just knew, he would not forget this anytime soon. It didn’t even matter it was James King, it mattered more how he made him feel. He took forward his phone, unlocked it and made a contact with James’ name and handed it over to him. He might not text him right away. Not because he wouldn’t want to see James right away again, but because he wouldn’t know what to say. He shook his head by his words. ”I never am a good boy,” he said, returning the teasing smile. ”Bye James King,” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket, walking away. He could practically feel the phone burning in his pocket, waiting for him to pick it up and text him right away. He couldn’t stop but smile as he walked away. Even if this was it, if he never saw James again, it was a memory he would cherish.

//Out - lavede lige en afrunding for Spencer også <3