The afternoon had started like most did in his apartment, with lunch with two bickering uninvited teenagers. He'd prepared some sort of concoction of meats and vegetables in a pot. He wasn't the best cook, but teenagers weren't too picky what they put in their bodies. Especially these teenagers.
Sam and Freddie had been sitting there a good fifteen minutes before Spencer had yelled up the stairs for his little sister. Assuming she was "taking care of girl things" before she came down stairs, he served up four bowls of his concoction, and sat in the kitchen munching on the saucy but oddly crunchy meal while he read a slightly sun-faded comic book.
For the next few minutes there was a lull in the noise coming from the living room as the teens dug into the meal.
"CARLY! DINNER!" He yelled again trying to catch the attention oh his sister.
Sam set her now empty bowl on the coffee table and leaned back, looking at him upside down over the back of the couch, "She's not here."
With the reflexes of a spaz he turned on his sisters friends, "Then what are you two doing in my living room!"
Freddie was the one to answer, "I have some stuff to do on the severs today."
Spencer snapped his gaze back at the blond. She shrugged," Better then being at home. My moms on a gardening kick again, there's way more tools in her shed right now if you catch my drift."
Both boys gave her a disparaging look. She shrugged it off.
"Well, don't get into any trouble!" The older man said as much to them as he did to himself, "I have a lot of work to get done this afternoon!"
He turned back to the kitchen and stalked towards his comic book. It was true, he had borrowed a huge stack of Philosoraptor comic books from Socko the week previous, and he needed to get though them before he had to get them back to his best friend the next day.
He had just sprawled back onto the chair when Freddie walked up behind him, dishes rattling slightly. Spencer was glad that one of the house guests cleaned up after himself. He could only assume he had both the bowls as they clattered in the sink. He tracked the teen with his ears. Instead of heading up stairs like he thought he would the footsteps stopped right behind him. A hand lifted some of the straight brown strands as the boy behind him raised them up.
"You smell really nice today Spencer..." The hotness of the breath on his scalp made Spencer shiver. He sat perfectly still as the breath backed off and the hand in his hair stroked it softly a couple times before disappearing completely.
Freddies steps retreated back into the living room leaving the man in the kitchen confused and goosebumpy.
The duo in the living room had another brief violent exchange that he couldn't make out over the thumping of the blood in his ears. Before a single set of steps started to ascend the stairs.
The muscles he didn't know he had held ridged relaxed as soon as Freddies presence was no longer heard. He blinked slowly composing himself before turning the page to the comic in his hands. The TV in the living room clicked on. After a few clicks it settled on some sort of sports program, the announcer loud over the action.
He stared distractedly at the book. Had he imagined the whole thing? It seemed very out of character for Freddie to be touching him from behind. He was a good kid, but the only person he touched for any length of time was Carly. Spencer boggled at the situation, and his response, it wasn't only his scalp that had reacted to the boys breath.
The minutes stretched while his inner monologue ran unabated.
Suddenly there was someone else in the kitchen behind him. It must be Sam. His body calmed that it was just her rather then the confusing boy. His calmness shattered as she ran her hand along the back of his shoulders as she walked past to the fridge. He stiffened up at the second unexpected contact of the day. He didn't turn around to berate her for raiding the fridge as he would usually.
He heard the sound of a bottle hiss open, she was just into the Peppy Cola. He listened to every step she made back across the floor, they slowed as she reached him. His hands gripped the pages of the comic.
"Philosoraptor, eh?" She asked conversationally as she put her hand on his shoulder and took a drink from the bottle," Is it any good?"
He let the silence hang until she started rubbing his shoulder.
"Er, yeah! He's pretty informative. Defeatin' the villains with his philosophical ramblings," Her small hand working his shoulder expertly before switching sides, "... and stuff."
She chuckled softly as she touched him, "Sounds like a good time. The 'and stuff', " she clarified.
She pushed herself against him. Her body just the right hight for her breasts to rub into his neck. All the tension that was released by her rubbing suddenly tightened back up.
He sputtered something undecipherable as the hand that was rubbing his shoulder slid down his chest. She chuckled again, "Living room, Shay."
The only thing going through his mind was 'WHAT', as she slid herself away from his back and padded softly back into the living room. He couldn't have imagined that could he? It had to be some sort of joke. Some sort of cruel cruel joke.
He'd noticed Sam Puckett growing up the past few years since she practically lived with him and his sister. But, this, this was not what he wanted was it?
He turned the page without really reading it. The next panel his eyes rested on was on of Philosoraptors occasional crime fighting partner Courage Wolf. Certainly a comic book super hero would give him some advice in a situation like this.
"DO IT," Was all the word bubble said to him.
This was not the advice that he required. But he'd relied on seemingly random advice from periodicals before, so he decided to relocate his comic book reading to the couch.
Plot bunnies are meant to be shared, my best bud "I Don't Write Fanfic" was all about this. We're never allowed to hang out again though since all we seem to do is watch iCarly and spout absolute crack.
I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? (lol I bet you can guess)