just_hex | Spencer

Spencer

Hex's attitude had brightened over the past weeks to the point that even the people at the hospital had noticed. No one gave him a hard time when he announced he had a boyfriend, but Caro did wink and nod and made him blush.

This week he'd lucked out and had actually gotten the weekend off...every dog had its day...and he'd made plans with Spencer. Hex had cooked, nothing terribly fancy, just some chicked and some oven baked chips, and he'd set up a new documentary in his queue. He really was itching to go out but he and Spencer had never really discussed...well, he doubted very much he'd get Spencer out to the Hoist and he wasn't too keen on going to a bar.

He met Spencer at the door with a smile, the rich scent of dinner filling his flat. The first impulse was to kiss him but Hex was always very careful, very purposeful when he touched Spencer. The last thing he wanted was to startle him.

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Spencer reached over, touching Hex's shoulder lightly as he tried to offer some comfort. He knew behind that light tone, there was sadness- How could there not be?

He thought Hex was amazing though- To come back from war so strong and so together.

Hex moved into the touch and turned his head to smile at Spencer. Just looking at the beautiful man beside him made his heart swell and his breath catch.

"I'd have thought you'd be a crack shot, being in law. Is that not the way of things in the FBI, then?"

"Oh, um, profilers aren't required to carry side-arms. ...I did though. Most of the time. I just had a hard time passing my qualifications," Spencer admitted, looking a little sheepish.

Hex chuckled softly at that, nervous himself in the face of Spencer's anxiety.

"Well, you don't even need to worry about it now. Now call to even have a gun here," he said.

"Well, um- Actually..."

He was cut off before he could say anything more, the driver rolling to a stop outside Hex's. Spencer paid the driver, and then followed Hex out of the car.

Hex bounded out of the cab and onc ethe fare was paid he slipped his arm around Spencer to guide him to the door. Once inside, he started in without warning- pressing Spencer's arms to the closed door so he could kiss along the line of his jaw.

Spencer gasped in surprise, but didn't fight it. He found it easy to just surrender to Hex this way- Trusting him as completely as he could.

Hex groaned, low and wanton, and pushed his body against Spencer's. He positively formed himself to the other man and he sought Spencer's lips.

"I love kissing you," he said. "I could lose a week to kissing you and be happy for it..."

"I like- I like kissing you too. I like it a lot. I like your lips, they're an ideal shape, I think- For lips," Spencer babbled softly.

"Yours are so soft," he replied, his voice barely even there. The words were almost nothing other than breath. Hex held Spencer's arms in a sure, solid grip.

"I love watching your mouth. Watching you kiss me. Watching you talk. Beautiful...lovely mouth," he gasped out between kisses.

Spencer went pink again, ducking his head and looking embarrassed.

"Thanks," he said softly, his hair falling into his face.

"Say...hey," Hex said, his voice gentle and soft. He ducked his own chin in mimic, trying to see Spencer's eyes. "I just keep embarrassing you. Do you want me to be more careful of what I say? Because...none of it's a lie..."

"No! No, it's... It's really nice, Hex. I like it. I just- I'm not used to hearing it, that's all. ...I know I don't express it as well as you do, and I'm sorry for that, but- I think you're very good looking as well," Spencer assured him, smiling softly.

Hex wet his lips and smiled, the curve of his lips just a touch shy even though the light in his eyes was bright.

"You do fine," he said. "Do you really like when I'm a bit dirty? Like...if I was to tell you your mouth looks best with my cock pushed in deep..." he purred. He really couldn't take himself seriously- it was the sort of thing he heard in porn films, but if Spencer truly liked it he'd say it and be sure to keep a straight face doing it.

"I- I like it. It's a little, um... It's embarrassing, but, it also feels good. If that makes sense," Spencer replied, still looking flustered.

"Uncomfortable, but not bad. Exciting, yeah?" he asked, his hands moving off Spencer's arms so Hex could caress his body. He loved how Spencer felt, so thin but solid. Hex liked the hard plane of his chest and the solid feeling of bone beneath his fingers.

"I want to film you," he said then. "No one else would see. not ever. I want to be able to watch you sometimes. Watch you suck me off. Watch you wank. I want vid of you doing all kinds of things. Would you do that for me?"

"You want to film me?" Spencer asked, looking shocked and speaking in a hushed whisper, even though they were alone.

"I don't know, Hex... What if someone found it? What if it was stolen?"

"Who would steal it?" he asked, confused by that concern. "No one wants what I've got, Spencer. I'm not going to get robbed...and I'll not put it online. Not even on me computer. I've got a camera that uses tape...bloody old, but I can plug the camera itself into me tv."

He paused and thought for a moment.

"You could film me, too, if you wanted. On your phone. Or take some pictures...if you wanted to."

"Oh, I don't want to film you," Spencer replied honestly, not fully understanding why Hex would want to film him, if he was honest.

"I think I need to think about it Hex. That's all," he said softly, looking a touch shy.

"Alright," he said, holding onto hope that Spencer would agree to it. He had been thinking how good it would be to have an intimate picture of the man, even. All he had were a couple candid snaps on his mobile and he found himself looking at them and showing them to the other nurses quite frequently.

Hex reached up and began to undo Spencer's buttons slowly.

"I try not to stare at you," he said softly. "But you are so terribly beautiful. It makes me heart ache, how stunning you are."

It was terribly sweet, and Spencer couldn't help but smile softly.

"I don't stare, but I think about you- a lot. Sometimes when I should really be thinking about other things. You invade my thoughts," he admitted.

"Do I? Come on, then...tell me what you think," he pressed gently as he opened Spencer's shirt and pushed it off his shoulders.

"I- I think about your hands a lot. The way they feel when you touch me. They're rough, and they're firm, but- Nice. Everything about you is nice," Spencer admitted, watching as Hex rid him of his shirt.

Once Spencer's shirt was off Hex peeled his own away as well and tossed it to the floor. He stepped in close and gathered Spencer against him so he could feel the warmth of the man's body with his own.

"It's so good you like that because I love touching you. I think about it. Too much, probably. Most of the time when I think of you I don't think of sex. I think of...of tracing the lines of your body with me fingertips. I think of toying with your hair. I think of how you feel when you lay on top of me," he said, slowly moving them as a unit toward his bedroom.

Letting himself be guided, Spencer embraced Hex gently, settling against him as they moved to the other room.

"I don't mind if you want to touch me. Sometimes- I know I can be funny about it, but I won't be with you."

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