two • (mxm)

chapter nineteen

"you're welcome," spencer grumbled, giving my arm a rough flick. i rubbed the spot with my hand before following him back to the bedroom. he lay down on the bed, tucking one arm behind his head and looking up at me. "i basically saved your relationship with lee. for now, i mean. until you undoubtedly want to fuck me again. then it's all you."

"i'm not thanking you," i replied stubbornly, frowning as i stepped over his shirt still laying on the floor. "i feel awful. he's in there puking and you got laid."

"sounds like a win-win to me," joked spencer, tugging me down onto the bed to lay beside him.

"well, you're a jerk, so i'd expect no less," i told him, letting him pull me against his warm chest for no reason at all. i wanted to pull away, but i also didn't. i wanted to comfort lee, but i wanted to sleep next to spencer. he wrapped his arms around me, and all i could think about was the gentle, sweet things he'd done during our little session. despite the fact that i was still sore from brian, i propositioned spencer for sex and he obliged. and then he let me fly, and now i was crashing down.

"a jerk who's good in bed," he replied, breath tickling at the back of my neck as he gave me a kiss there. i remembered briefly that moment when he'd kissed my tattoos, back at the apartment before all this happened. a small frown crossed my face, and i let him hold me as i fell into an uneasy sleep.

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i woke up probably less than an hour later, after hearing the bathroom door open and close. lee's shadow crossed the hallway, his hand gripping at his curly hair. i pulled away from spencer's lazy grasp, thanking the powers that be that he was asleep. i followed the shadow through the hallway and into the kitchen.

"lee?" i mumbled into the dark, watching as he reached the faucet and turned it on. "i really am sorry."

"don't be sorry for doing something you wanted to do," lee told me. "you're making me feel worse. and i'm not the one who should be feeling bad. if anyone should feel bad, it's you," he teased, looking over at me while filling a cup with tap water. the kitchen light was on, illuminating the sickly look across his face from too much alcohol.

i smiled at his joke. he could try to bring humor to any situation, and that was something i admired about him. i twiddled my thumbs in front of me, looking down at them while keeping a little half-smile on my lips. "i do feel bad."

"well, don't, princess. guilt's not a good look on you," lee advised, turning the water off and gulping some water down. he opened a drawer and sifted through it after setting his cup down, obviously looking for something. he found it, apparently, because he held up a little pill bottle and poured a couple out. he saw me staring and snorted. "i'm not pill-popping. this is for the hangover i'm gonna have in the morning."

"it's almost morning now," i guessed jokingly, peering over to see the display on the stove beside him in the kitchen. ignoring his little nickname, i stood in the doorway of the kitchen. i teetered nervously between my feet. "how much did you drink?"

lee shrugged, dismissing the obvious concern in my voice. "not a lot. i'm a lightweight. can't drink too much, or i'll barf." he smirked a bit, taking another drink of his water. "guess that's the answer to your question, then. too much."

"was it because of me?" i asked, meeting his eyes when he finally allowed me to. a tiny, sad smile started across his lips, but quickly faded.

"don't go feeling bad again, babe. sometimes people drink, and it's just because they want to. you fucking my ex and enjoying every minute of it had nothing to do with the eight gallons of beer i just puked out. and, y'know.." he paused, leaning against the edge of the sink. he downed the rest of the water with the pills before setting the cup down gently. he looked me in the eyes. "that's because i know i could make you feel so much better. sex is much more enjoyable when you wait for it, yeah? i'd do it right, micah." he crossed his arms, watching my expression fade into displeasure and more guilt. "but you can fuck him as much as you want, princess, 'cause i know next time you'll be wishing it's me."