spencer’s accusing rant enters one of his ears & almost immediately exits the other. he’s working on calming himself down, breathing surprisingly even & the thin skin of his knuckles no longer tight & blindingly white. thankful for the fact that they’re in his tattoo shop where there’s a high risk of being injured, he grabs one of the many first aid kits & makes his way back to spencer. with a gentle hand, he pushes his knees apart & finds his place between spencer’s thighs, solely for the sake of taking care of his bleeding hand. he doesn’t need to guide him through the process, the younger knows exactly when it’s going to sting. ❛ so, ❜ he begins right after clearing his throat & moistening his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue. his eyes are glued to the blood he’s getting rid of, even though he can feel spencer’s breathing on his face. ❛ the day after you proposed to me, when i told you i was going to the store to pick up some stuff & took a real fuckin’ long time to get back, forgot half the shit i was supposed to get … remember that day ? i actually went to esse, said i’d work for him for another month in order to get the money that i needed & after that i was out. the bitch wasn’t having it. cheekily said i was his favourite & that he couldn’t let me go. told him i’d visit from time to time so that he wouldn’t miss me too much. ❜ he snorts at it, though he doesn’t find it even slightly funny. ❛ he didn’t like that. we got in a fight, but … long story short, he said i had valuable information & that i could destroy the gang if i opened my mouth. said he’d kill you in front of me if i left or if i disobeyed him once. start by cutting your toes, fingers, ears … eventually perform a full evisceration. he called me his bitch, said i belonged to him & that i always would. ❜ he’s still impressively collected, but is speaking with longer pauses between his sentences, as if some toxic gas is straining his lungs. cleaning spencer’s wound is not something that he’s aware of doing, his trained moves are mechanical —— he’s done this on himself more times than he can count. ❛ i hope that you understand that putting your life in danger by asking you to stay here & hide our relationship or run & fear for our lives every single day while a gang is hunting us was not even an option for me. i knew i wasn’t going to get a happy ending —— i still know i won’t —— but it’d all hurt a little less knowing that you’d get yours. i mean, it hurt like a motherfucking bitch, but living with the fact that you’re somewhere in love with another guy is less painful than you being buried in the dirt. ❜ he grabs some gauze & carefully starts wrapping it around spencer’s split-open knuckles, taking a few seconds before he decides to break the silence once again. ❛ never told you, but i was savin’ some money. needed another month’s pay from both esse & the shop to be able to afford this HOUSE i was eyein’. ‘t was motherfuckin’ perfect. it’s not far from here, i can show it to you if you want. think some idiotic family lives there now. i used to hang out there almost every single day after i left you. ——- you say that i fell out of love & got scared of marryin’ your ass, while i was there dreamin’ of us livin’ together in that fuckin’ house. me openin’ my own lil shop. us adoptin’ & raisin’ a kid together. havin’ a fuckin’ dog, a buddy for my lil bee. shit, man. i had it all figured out. i was ready. —— guess it wasn’t meant to be. not with you, not with anyone. ‘s why i’m so casual about droppin’ dead, penny. my life ain’t gettin’ any different or better than this. i’ll never be able to make any changes. and that’s okay. ❜
He had relaxed slightly when Jett settled between his thighs and started tending to his throbbing hand, heart swelling, inwardly cursing himself for momentarily forgetting how GENTLE the other could be. Spencer HISSED a couple of times when the raven haired thug tended to his wound, the contact upon his raw flesh hurting a bit but which PALED in comparison to what he was hearing. When Jett spoke he watched him with WIDE and blue hues, every word that escaped from his lover’s tatted lips invading his ears like a bittersweet melody. After all he was getting what he WANTED right? Jett was telling him what he asked to hear. This wasn’t what he fucking wanted. Not at all. And though he continued to LISTEN, he could feel the anger boiling up under his skin and the younger, who once upon a time sought purpose through love was now consumed by hatred. He wasn’t even aware he was clenching his fists.
Spencer’s unconventionally quiet when Jett stops talking, everything suddenly making PERFECT sense, coming into focus. “I’m going to KILL him.” He finally says, his words spoken as a promise that he was going to MAKE sure he fulfilled. His breathing starts to quicken as he nods his head, mentally trying to form some sort of plan as he jumps to his feet, freshly wrapped hand twitching as he could already feel the blood seeping through the gauze. JETT needed to be fucking freed and now it was Spencer’s TURN to save the man that he loved. The younger wasn’t one for THREATS, never necessarily outright violent except for a few pub fights here and there but he was certain of one thing, HE was going to take another man’s life. “You’re GETTING your fucking happy ending, Jett cause if there’s one person on this damn tortured planet that deserves happiness it’s YOU!” He was shouting, not like he was mad at Jett but mad at the damn universe in general for how it treated the other. NONE of this was fair and right now, in this moment it had nothing to do with Spencer.
The lanky other takes a step forward, gently cupping the other’s cheek as he shakes his head, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to deal with this shit alone. But you’re NOT fucking alone. You have me. You’re always gonna have me and no fucking asshole is going to stand in the way of that.”