just_hex | Spencer

Spencer

They'd set another date and Hex was excited. Maybe more excited than he had any right to be. Spencer was a puzzle, to be sure, but Hex felt he was worth working out. He'd done a bit of reading up on Autism and he found some things fit and some didn't so he was left unsure. He reasoned that was a good indication he should stay in nursing and to leave the diagnoses to the doctors.

Spencer was due any minute and Hex had sprang for pizza and some Cokes. He'd set out plates and such and then settled on the sofa to catch up on the sports scores while he waited for Spencer to come round. If only he could stop checking his watch.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Spencer nodded, flicking through Hex's to watch list, not recognizing anything, but wanting to find something they'd both like. In the end he settled on a science fiction film based on a book he was familiar with. He hadn't even realized they'd made a film based on it- he was terrible at keeping up on pop culture- but it seemed like something they'd both enjoy.

It didn't take Hex long and when he came back he flopped on the sofa next to Spencer.

"Oh, I've been meaning to see this," he said with a nod of approval. "Do you want to, erm...do you want me to hold you more? I'd like that. If you want."

Spencer smiled, nodding a little as he settled in against Hex again.

"I love this book," he said. "I didn't realize they'd made a film. I remember reading it when I was seven. I wanted so badly for it to be real. For there to be a world where everyone was like me... Where I could be normal without giving up what makes me- Well, me, I suppose."

Hex's hands moved lightly against Spencer, petting him with slow, oft, regular motion.

"I wouldn't know what to do if everyone in the world was as smart and gorgeous as you," Hex said kindly. "Best that you're one of a kind."

Spencer blushed, flattered but not sure what to say. He grew flustered, his hair falling in his face a bit as words failed him- A rare occurrence for someone who could talk as much as Spencer.

Hex could tell he'd embarrassed Spencer a bit and so he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his hair. His hands slowed and simply held on.

"I just mean to say...I think you're brilliant, Spencer. Pure brilliant."

"I think you're brilliant too," Spencer replied, still looking embarrassed, but smiling as he settled in to enjoy the film.

Hex was quiet then, comfortably holding Spencer as the film played on. It was quite good, telling an excellent story with just enough action to keep Hex completely rapt. He didn't talk, not until the credits began to roll.

"Don't move," he said then. "Don't get up. I love having you so close."

Spencer said nothing.

Honestly, he sort of liked this... It was so rare that touch didn't leave him feeling overstimulated and sensitive, and he closed his eyes as he nodded a little and kept close to the other man.

"Did you like it?" he asked after a long moment. "The film...was it like the book?"

"There were several glaring discrepancies, and a few plot points that appear to have been cut in favour of focusing on the main plot and romantic sub plot- But overall it was fairly enjoyable," Spencer replied. "I prefer the book though, I think. I'll lend it to you if you think you'd like to read it," he added.

"I don't read that often, but if you'd lend it to me...I'd read it for you," Hex said softly.

"You don't have to read it for me, you're not obligated. You should read it because you think you'll enjoy it. ...Because there's a possibility it'll take you somewhere," Spencer replied, sounding thoughtful.

Hex wasn't sure it would take him anywhere now that he'd seen the movie, but he was willing to try.

"I think I'd like to give it a go," he said. "If you bring it to me, I'll read it."

Spencer smiled at that, his hair falling slightly in his face as he settled in again.

"Somewhere past stardust lined asteroid belts, and the ships and settlements of man, there is a city that never sleeps, on a planet just like our own. A planet contoured by science and ravished by man," he said, quoting the opening line of the book and then tilting his head to look at Hex as he smiled again.

"I'll bring it over," he promised.

"That's beautiful, Spencer," Hex said softly. "I bet you know...well, everything, don't you? Everything you've read?"

"I do. It's rare I forget anything," Spencer admitted. "It unsettles some people- Does it bother you?" he asked.

"No. Or...not yet? I can't see that it would, though. I think it's remarkable," he said. "I can't say I've ever met anyone like you. I've known some brilliant people...really smart...but most of them I couldn't even relate to. You're not like that."

Spencer smiled at that. No one had ever said they could relate to him before. Never. Not even once.

"Intelligence shouldn't be a factor in how well people get along- so it's a shame how often it becomes a barrier. I've read studies about how children with high IQ's have a harder time socializing- Not just with their peers, but with older children as well. I can recite all the data, but- I never understood it. I mean, I understand it, but- I don't see why it has to be true. The way people are, the way we work, the way we grow and connect... It's all so foreign to me. It's the one thing I can't seem to teach myself."

"That's because it's innate. I don't think you can learn it. Not actively. You do it or you don't. And if you don't then you can practice at it, but it feels off, if you take me meaning," Hex said. His arm tightened slightly around Spencer then. "I think we connect. You and I. I feel like we get on, yeah?"

Spencer tensed, then relaxed into the hold, finding that he liked the firmer embrace. Hex held on tighter, and there was suddenly a weight to the contact. Too light and it tickled- too hard and it hurt- but this was right. Hex held him exactly right.

"I- I think so too," he said softly.

"I'm really glad I met you, Spencer," Hex said softly. "I think about you a lot. I like the idea of seeing you more often, too. Seeing you every week. I can't tell you how happy that makes me."

Spencer smiled at that, settling in and wishing he could call home. That he could call Hotch, or Morgan- Maybe JJ or Garcia, and tell them about this person he'd found. This man who could be a boyfriend maybe. Eventually.

"I'm glad I met you too," he smiled, reluctantly pulling away. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he asked.

"No, not at all. It's just there. I'll clean up the pizza while you do," he said and once they were on their feet he went to deal with the food while Spencer took care of himself.

Spencer wandered off, using the bathroom and then spotting the bookshelf in the man's bedroom. Smiling, he thought nothing of walking right in, skimming the titles. Some he knew, some he didn't, then he noticed a magazine tucked in between two of the books.

The title on the spine wasn't one he knew- But when he pulled it out, it became clear it was porn.

Spencer had seen this sort of thing before- But only on the monitors of the computers of unsubs and monsters. He'd never seen it on the shelves of someone he saw as a friend. It made his heart pound, and he exhaled with a shudder.

"Oh my god."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject