two • (mxm)

chapter nineteen

the moment my eyes met with lee's, my face burned. i could still feel spencer's cum all over my face. even though i'd wiped all of it off. absentmindedly, i reached a hand up to make sure nothing was there. lee's eyes had lost their humorous shine; he knew what spencer and i did, i could tell. "hey," i mumbled softly, watching him stare blankly at me from the middle of the hallway.

"move, squirt," lee teased, suddenly wearing a bright grin. i shook myself out of the trance i'd put myself in while avoiding lee's stare. he tousled my hair, quite like spencer had, and nudged me aside. "unless you'd like to watch me piss, that is."

"lee–" i started, wondering why he was acting this way. was he hurt because of my little rendezvous with spencer? it wasn't like it meant anything. i mean, it's spencer. lee nudged me out of the bathroom, shutting the door quickly behind him. "lee?" i called through the door, knocking on it gently.

"yeah?" he asked. there was silence beyond that. no pissing at all. in fact, it sounded like he was still standing right behind the door.

"did you hear..." i started reluctantly, knowing the answer already. "y'know."

"nah, cutie. i didn't hear a thing," he replied, before clearing his throat. he turned the water faucet on, and i heard some splashing. probably washing his face or something, trying to stay in the bathroom so he didn't have to face me. it was obvious he hadn't expected me being in there. but why did he go in there in the first place? he did look a little sick, but i couldn't really tell. it was dark in the hallway.

"lee," i pressed, reaching for the door handle. as if on cue, he opened it and looked down at me. his grin was replaced with a frown.

"you're missing a shirt, and your face is flushed. beyond that, you're really loud. yes, i heard." guilt rushed through me, dispelling all previous pleasure and euphoria. i didn't regret having sex with spencer, but i did hate the fact that lee knew about it.

instead of looking disgusted like i expected, he just looked.. disappointed? and very jealous. he crossed his arms, dark eyebrows furrowed. "look, micah. i don't care that you fucked him." he paused, sighing gently. "okay, yeah, i do." i looked down at the floor, glancing over to the bedroom door. i hoped spencer was already asleep, or couldn't hear us. "i'm not mad at you, micah. just, y'know, i thought we had something." i looked back up at him and bit my lip. having sex had been my idea; spencer had just gone along with it. my stomach churned, and i bit gently on the inside of my bottom lip. "and maybe we do. i dunno. i guess sometimes you just need to be fucked, and you knew spencer would happily oblige."

"lee, i.." i waited, half-expecting him to be like spencer and interrupt me. but he didn't. he listened intently, arms crossed and beautiful eyes looking down at me, begging me for an explanation. "you're right, lee. and.. well, i'm sorry." lee looked up, past me and into the bedroom. i continued speaking. i wouldn't want to look at me, either. "i guess i don't know what i want right now, but i do.. i have some feelings for you. i mean, you're really nice to me and everything, and.."

spencer's voice cut me off from behind me in the bedroom. "it was my idea, and who can resist this?" he half-joked, sounding reluctant to say what he'd said.

lee scoffed. "i sure can." he leaned against the bathroom doorway, closing his eyes slowly. his frown deepened.

"you okay?" spencer asked, sounding as if he felt obligated to say this instead of actually caring for lee.

"i think i drank too much during your little fuck-session," lee mumbled. i noticed he was breathing a little heavier. he probably felt like he was about to puke. maybe he was picturing spencer and i having sex, because he cringed before opening his eyes again. "if you'll excuse me." he stood up straight and closed the bathroom door, before locking it with a light click.