The plot bunnies attack again. I need a better guard dog.
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Spinner woke with a start, rolling off the bed and kicking at the blankets tangling his legs. His alarm clock was ringing, setting his teeth on edge. He sat up with a huff and shut the damned thing, glancing at the bed. It was empty, meaning Jay had left long ago. Why was he not surprised?
The teen rubbed his eyes tiredly, liberating his legs so he could make a trip to the bathroom. Really, what had he expected? Waking up to Jay next to him? That thought made Spinner snort at his stupidity. Why not go one step further and imagine Jay in a frilly prince outfit waiting to sweep him off his feet, white horse and happy ending to match? Maybe even a princess dress for little Gavin.
It was a meaningless hook up. A stress relief. Nothing more.
Spinner switched on the water and examined his face in the mirror, taking note of the mass of hickeys that were once his shoulders. And the purple fingerprint bruises of where Jay had gripped his hips, desperately gasping, "Oh, God, Spin. Fuck."
He turned away from the mirror before he got a chance to see his face redden and stepped into the shower, letting the scalding water sting his face. Shifting his weight against the wall, Spinner shook his head and laughed at himself, hands furiously scrubbing at his face.
What the hell? How had he allowed Jay Hogart, of all people, to affect him like this. Jay was probably off somewhere, with some chick, not giving him a second thought. And since when had his feelings for Jay run this deep? Spinner pulled himself together to clean himself of the smell of sex and Jay, pressing his face into his towel as soon as he stepped out onto the tile.
He wrapped it around his waist and frowned. Was that his phone? Rushing out to his desk, Spinner checked the number, saw it was Jay, and pressed talk.
"Hello?"
"Hey Spin. Wanna hang out in a few?"
Was it bad that he craved for Jay to say, "I can't get you out of my head"?