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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"We should go shopping together. We should make a night of it, yeah? If you don't want to go to a shop we could both use me computer...but sometimes it's better to see what you're wanting to buy," Hex said. He waited until Spencer was dressed and ready, but then he took hold of him in a solid embrace once again. He slipped an arm around the man's narrow waist and reached up with the other to push his hair back.

"I want you," he admitted softly. "I think about you all the time, yeah? Going to bed with you makes me happy. Indescribably happy. You should know that."

"I like being with you too- in bed. Anywhere, actually," Spencer confessed, smiling brightly when Hex embraced him.

"You are so special to me, Spencer," Hex said, then stole a sweet, soft kiss. That was all. Just one. Then he smiled at Spencer and lead him out of the room.

"I'll just have to sign off the bill and then we can go. Do you mind the tube? I don't have enough money on me for a cab."

"I can pay. For this- For the cab as well, if you want," Spencer offered, already pulling out his wallet.

"It can be my treat."

"Alright," he agreed with a smile. It didn't take long to settle up and out on the street they only had to wait a short while before a cab pulled over for them. Hex slid in next to Spencer and pressed close. He gave the address then leaned in close. He put his lips near Spencer's ear so he could whisper.

"I can't wait to hold you down. To feel you underneath me...the way you squirm..."

Spencer blushed, ducking his head and looking embarrassed.

"Hex! We're still in public," he whispered, going red as the driver glanced at them in the rearview.

"That makes it exciting, yeah?" he said, no longer whispering and moving away so he wasn't tempted to do anything right here and now. Oh, his hands itched to take hold of Spencer, he was dying to taste the man's tongue, too, but he dutifully held himself in check.

"That's not the word I'd use," Spencer said quietly, clearly embarrassed by the attention they were getting.

Hex reached out and laid his hand on Spencer's thigh, then met the driver's eyes in the mirror.

"Watch the road, mate," he said, just a touch antagonistic. The man said nothing as he returned his attention to the road before them. Then he settled into the seat and looked at Spencer.

"What excites you?" he asked. "In any way, I mean. What do you think is exciting?"

"I- I don't know. I like... I like when you touch me," he whispered, "And I like when you say things... Dirty things," he clarified.

He couldn't help but smile at that and commit it to memory. If Spencer liked it when he got a bit dirty he'd try to do it more.

"What else? You were in a dangerous job...did you like the thrill of that? Guns? Guns all the time in America, yeah?"

"I-I don't really like guns. I'm not a very good shot," he admitted, his mind flashing to Tobias, and the way he'd crumpled...

It made Spencer shudder, and he closed his eyes, trying not to think about it.

Sometimes Spencer was so strong and so sure and then things could turn so quickly and Hex was faced with a man who simply deflated. He reached out immediately and pulled Spencer closer.

"I'm not all that fond of guns, either," he said. No surprise considering his nasty scar.

"No? No, you don't really seem like you would be. ...Though you must know how to shoot, given your military background," he noted.

"Well, yeah. I've done the training and I had to use it in combat a couple times, but for the most part it stayed in the holster while I patched up the sad bastards who had gotten shot themselves," he said, doing his best to sound light...though he didn't do a good job of it.

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.

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