Beta:The-vampire-act

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He was alone. Jason said he was busy making lunch, so that meant he could play for a while. He was currently bouncing on his bed, which was the really awesome springy kind. It was great for jumping, but Jason said he couldn't jump on the bed. So Spencer figured he would compromise. He looked at the partially closed bedroom door and grinned. He bounced higher.

Jason wandered tiredly down the hallway. They had done everything from movie watching to reading too many Dr. Seuss books. As a consequence of the latter, however, his thoughts were now rhyming. But Spencer would enjoy his lunch, a homemade pizza. It wasn't hard to do, just potentially messy-Spencer had earned that much of a reward.

"Spencer, come to the kitchen."

"I'm coming..."

He figured Jason was far enough down the hall to squeeze in a few more bounces. He knelt low and let himself spring up into the air.

Then door swung open.

"I said ... Spencer..."

Landing back down on the bed with a muffled thump, Spencer's mouth dropped open. He quickly pasted on a smile. "Jason, I was just coming for lunch…."

"I told you no." Jason's arms were folded, and he wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked almost sad.

"I was... you just said I couldn't jump..." Spencer blustered. He looked at Jason, who stared back resolutely. "That's not fair! I didn't do 'nothing wrong!"

XxXxXx

Jason wasn't angry. He was barely disappointed; he had expected and even hoped Spencer would push. Pushing was good. Pushing meant he trusted Jason not to run away at the show of disobedience. Not that he was looking forward to this. Well, not much.

XxXxXx

Spencer was draped halfway across the couch and Jason's lap. His hands were ballled into fists, and his face rested against the soft couch cushion.

He listened but couldn't hear anything other than Jason's steady breathing. He thought he would hear the sound of a paddle or maybe a belt creaking, but nothing.

After a moment Spencer understood why no belt, or paddle, was needed. Jason's hand hurt all by itself. Heavy, solid smacks that shocked him. He sucked in deep breaths only to get them whacked back out of him. His bottom was on fire. Even through his underwear it burned.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry..."

There was a brief pause in the steady spanks as Jason asked quietly, "What for?"

Spencer took a deep shuddery breath; he wasn't crying yet, but he did feel awful. "F -for... I-I knew what you meant when you s-said no jumping a-and I did it anyway…and then I yelled at you and I'm sorry..."

A hand suddenly brushed over his hair softly. "All over Spencer."

"Can I... I don't wanna..." Spencer fumbled with his words for a moment before blurting, "Can I still sit by you?

"We can do one better," Jason remarked, helping Spencer flip over until he was settled in his lap.

"You don't mind me sitting here?"

"I sat you there, why would I mind?"

"Jason?"

"Hmm?"

"Do I have to be a grownup now, or..." A yawn ended his question before he was finished.

"You can take a nap first."

"Thank you Jason." Spencer snuggled in a bit closer. He was asleep within minutes.

XxXxXx

Jason smiled at his slightly awkward lapful. He sifted him a bit closer, trying to get comfortable. He was already taken in by this side of his lover. Spencer was softer like this, easier in a way. He had still rattled randomized facts, but it was more along the lines of how many Spock figures were produced in a year, 3,100, exactly. Well, unless a special series was released.

He didn't read any of the books he had, just stared at the pictures and at Jason while he read. He had colored half a coloring book before bouncing up from the table and grabbing a chess set. He hadn't played like he usually did. He usually used a strategy, or at least the basis of one. This time he had just moved his pieces around. He had won two games like that, before Jason had finally told him to go wash up for lunch.

Speaking of lunch, he hadn't fed the boy yet. He contemplated waking him but decided against it. A late lunch had never hurt anybody. Besides, he was comfortable.