ch. 9
Spencer couldn't help but be amused by Derek's enthusiasm. The man was practically giddy over getting to stay the night. Derek was standing by the foot of the stairs with his go-bag looking anxious. Spencer closed the door and approached him.
"Uh.. Derek." Spencer couldn't help but smile. "It's a little early to turn in for the night don't you think? It's only 8:30pm. We had an early dinner. Why don't you put down the bag, and find something on TV for us to watch."
"Oh, I wasn't trying to hurry up and go to bed or anything, I was just waiting on permission to put my bag away. It's your place, I didn't want to over-step."
"Yeah...right... And technically this is your house. Feel free to do as you please."
"Hmm. I think I'll take you up on that." Derek said as he grabbed Spencer by the waist and led him to the couch.
"So tell me," Derek said as they sat down. "How do you really like living alone again?"
"Well, obviously I get a little lonely sometimes. But I guess I've adapted again. How about you? How are you fairing?"
"Of course I miss you. I got Clooney to keep me company, but he's no you." Derek chuckled. "It's strange the things I miss about you not being around."
Spencer brows creased with curiousity. "Really? Like what?"
"Well, like the mountain of books stacked in every corner of the bedroom, or your mismatched socks I used to find in the oddest of places. Or the smell of the coffee maker brewing in the morning cause you set it for 6am. Those are the odd things I miss, but the obvious being just your presence everyday. Waking up seeing your hair look like a scarecrow, or you fumbling around for your glasses. I miss the things that I only got to see."
Spencer smiled recalling the things that he too missed about Derek. There were so many, but one peculiar one came to mind.
"I guess I have sort of an odd thing that I miss about you too."
"Oh, really. What's that?"
Spencer winced a little then spoke, "I miss hearing you watch sports."
Derek laughed. "You miss me watching sports? You hated when I watched sports."
Spencer chided, "Hate is such a strong word. I wouldn't say hate, more rather I felt like you could be doing something more productive, or educational with your time than watching, pointless mind-numbing games. I mean I do get the appeal of playing sports. The health benefits alone are quite..."
"Uh huh,..." Derek interrupted. "So what do you miss about me watching sports?"
Spencer paused a moment then spoke.
"I guess I miss seeing you so enthused and excited. Our jobs, as you know can be rather depressing, but seeing you so excited and passionate about something made me... happy, even if I didn't particularly care for it myself."
"Awww, that's sweet babe. Well, how about I give you a treat and make you happy, and me happy at the same time?"
"Huh." Spencer said bewildered.
"The finals game is on tonight", he said while reaching for the remote and turning on the TV.
"Oh brother," Spencer cringed, "you're going to make me regret admitting that aren't you?"
Derek wagged his eyebrows and just smiled.
They, or shall we say Derek, watched the end of the game while Spencer succumbed to sleep at the last quarter. He fell asleep leaning on Dereks shoulder. Derek almost didn't want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful.
"Spencer" he said while stroking his face to wake him.
"Come on, Pretty Boy, time to go to bed."
Spencer spoke with his sleep ladened voice, "Is the game over?"
"Yeah sleeping beauty, it's over." Spencer snuggled up closer to Derek. Derek couldn't help but cradle him in his arms.
"Mmm." Spencer mumbled sleepily, "You feel so good."
Derek grinned, "Back at ya" he said while kissing him on the temple. "Come on babe, I know you're comfortable but you'll be even more so in your own bed." he said while getting up off the couch and pulling Spencer with him.
Spencer yawned and stretched, then grudgingly marched upstairs until his fogged up brain remembered Derek was coming up with him. His eyes grew wide and more alert, and his heart quickened with anticipation.
"I'm going to make sure everything is locked up. I'll be up in a minute." Derek called upstairs.
'Back in his Pretty Boy's bed again'. His mind was racing, as was his blood which was pumping to his most intimate areas. 'Down boy, down' he inwardly said to his throbbing cock. He did not want to do anything to spook his boyfriend away, especially since they were finally making progress in the right direction. 'How in the hell am I going to get through this night without making a move on him, especially being this close?' Derek said to himself.
It always seems the longest nights are the ones spent in anticipation of things to come.
E/N: Ewww. The plot thickens. Will Derek behave? Will Spencer behave? Gosh darn it, I hope they both misbehave! Hehe. But I digress. I love building up to great things. And those two are so awesomely great together. Like white milk and chocolate syrup. Yummm. I love reviews so don't hesitate to press that little button. Thanks.
