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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.
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.
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"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?"
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"I- I think so too," he said softly.
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"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."
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"I'm glad I met you too," he smiled, reluctantly pulling away. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he asked.
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"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.
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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."
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Hex put the pizza away and the cola, too, then wandered back to sit down. He saw the door to the toilet was open and he walked over to see if Spencer was alright. For a moment he entertained the idea the man may have gone to the bedroom and undressed...but then he realized that was ridiculous.
What he didn't expect to find was the other man with a magazine in hand and that look on his face.
"Oh my god," he said softly. "Spencer...I...please don't look at me like that."
The blush started at his neck and burned his cheeks. He didn't even know how to explain.
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"It's fine, I'm sorry, I- Didn't mean to- I just saw your books, and I... I'm sorry. I'm really... I'm... I'm not judging. An interest in bondage and sadism doesn't define a person. Not if it's safe and consensual- And, um, I'm sure you... I..."
He stumbled over his words, stomach fluttering as he tried very hard not to profile the man.
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"It's only ever consensual," he asserted. "And it's not all the time. Just...sometimes. More fantasy than, erm, real. There's a club, but...oh, god. I don't expect that, yeah? I don't expect anything. Not from you," he stammered, stepping closer. Close enough to touch. He didn't though, terrified Spencer would think he was a right pervert.
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"But it's- It's something you do. It's something you enjoy? Which- Which, um- which role do you prefer to take?" he asked, uncomfortable, but still curious.
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Hex took a deep breath and tried to will the blush that stained his cheeks away.
"I like control. I like discipline more than pain," he said. "I like to have the upper hand. Most of the people I've been with are masochists and enjoy being hurt, so I do that, but what I like is...not that. I don't know if that makes sense."
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"No, not really. I like making people feel good and for some people that means getting a bit rough, but that's not what excites me," he said. His face felt like it was on fire he was so embarrassed, though the fact that Spencer was so calm and reasonable helped quite a bit.
"Do you...well, I know you're not experienced, but do you have fantasies? Something you'd like to try?" he asked.
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"Then I'll never do that to you. And I'll never ask it of you. And it will never happen," Hex promised him gently. "I'll never do anything you don't like and if you ever say stop...I'll stop. I'll stop, Spencer, then and there."
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He looked at the magazine again, then swallowed hard.
"I'm getting tired. Maybe we should call it a night,"
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"Alright. That's a good idea," he said with a small smile. "I'll put on some pyjamas."
What he grabbed were actually scrubs, but they were too worn out to be worn at the hospital. They were thin and perfectly soft and it only took a moment to slip out of his jeans and into them. Then he pulled off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper. His torso was toned and tanned, the only flaw being the rather nasty bullet wound high on his chest near the shoulder.
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Spencer started to undress- then hesitated.
"Um, do you have something I can wear?" he asked quietly.
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"Of course. Do you want bottoms, or would you like a shirt, too?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer he pulled out another thin, soft pair of too-worn scrubs bottoms and a Liverpool F.C. t-shirt that had been worn a bit too much and now he only ever wore it at home when he watched the matches on telly.
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"Thank you," Spencer smiled, taking both and pulling them on.
They were way too big, but they were soft and they were comfortable. They smelled like Hex. They smelled good.
Quietly, Spencer crawled into bed. Settling in, he made himself at home in Hex's bed. He wasn't shy, and he could sleep anywhere as long as there was some light.
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Hex left the room briefly to shut off all the lights in the house and make sure the door was locked. He did leave the bathroom light on and then he slipped into bed in the dim room beside Spencer. He pressed close and laid an arm over him to hold him close.
"I'm going to kiss you goodnight," he said, then smiled at Spencer before giving him a proper kiss. He pressed for no more and didn't grab or clutch at him. Just a kiss.
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Smiling into the kiss, Spencer pressed closer and settled in.
"Goodnight," he said softly, head on Hex's shoulder as the contact alone chased away bad dreams and the troubles that haunted him.
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"Goodnight, love," Hex said softly and settled in, content to feel Spencer against his body and in his arms.