A/N: Once again, SPOILERS. I do not recommend reading this story if you live in the US or have not seen the very latest episodes. This chapter also includes slash, language, and very heavily implied sexual scenes between two males. If this isn't your cup of vodka… I mean, tea…. then don't read it.
Spinner stands next to the Civic until Jay rolls down the window, and then he leans his elbows on the door.
"What are you doing here?" he asks. Jay shrugs and lights a cigarette.
"Habit, I guess. You?" he says.
"It's my driveway," Spinner points out.
"And last time I checked, you don't sleep in your driveway," Jay says. Spinner waits some more, and Jay finally reaches over an opens the door. Spinner climbs in and shuts the door.
"Why are you here?" he asks again.
"What else do you expect me to do, Spinster?" Jay demands, his voice half angry and half desperate. "I've spent every night with you since we go expelled, and now I've got nothing to do and no where to go. Is that what you want to hear?"
"No," Spinner says quietly. Jay reaches out and starts playing with all the buttons the car has. Heat on, heat off, air conditioning, stereo playing barely a second of music before it's off again, back to heat.
"I don't like this, Spinster," he says. Spinner pretends he doesn't notice the use of the nickname, because he's not sure he's supposed to have noticed.
"It's the only way I can go back to school, Jay. I don't have time for just hanging out like before, and I don't have time to be whatever you want me to be," he says, and he stops, holding his breath. Neither of them has ever hinted that they'd want a real relationship, and neither has made it seem as though that's what it is.
Jay doesn't say anything about it, just stares at the dashboard. After another minute he clears his throat and repeats it.
"I don't like this."
Spinner has no idea what to do. There's nothing he can do, except give in. That's all he can give Jay this time. No friendship, no joking or smiles or affection. All he can give him is that, and he can't just try not to.
"Come inside," he says.
"Don't do that, Spin," Jay says, shaking his head. Spinner yanks the keys out of the ignition with shaking hands and throws them onto the car floor. He closes his eyes and touches Jay's face, his fingers fumbling in the dark. He leans forward and kisses him. Jay doesn't respond, so he pulls back.
"Come on, Jay. Stop trying to guilt trip me like everyone else and just come inside. My parents are out, and Kendra's with her friends downstairs. Let's just… just have one last go, for old time's sake," he says. It's the most unromantic way he can say it, but Jay's never been too romantic anyway. Jay swallows thickly.
"For old time's sake," he echoes. Spinner grabs him again, but the gearshift gets in the way after a few minutes. He pulls Jay towards the backseat of the Civic, but Jay shakes his head.
"If this is the last time you'll let me, I'm not fucking you in a car," he says.
"It was never about letting you, Jay," Spinner says, but Jay just repeats the head shake.
"Don't try to make this mean something, Spin," he says. Pointed avoidance of the nickname. Still, they both get out of the car and head for the house. Kendra is watching a movie with her friends in the living room.
"Spinner?" she says. Jay keeps walking directly past the living room and goes straight upstairs.
"Don't come upstairs," Spinner tosses over his shoulder, and he follows Jay to his bedroom. Shut the door, lock, lay down. Spinner pushes Jay's sweatshirt off his shoulders and onto the floor, yanks his t-shirt off, and attacks his neck with his lips. Just the way they always do it. Jay forces him back up so that their foreheads touch.
"Spinster. Just this once, I want you to kiss me like you mean it," he says, his breathing heavy. "Kiss me like you want me."
Spinner meets his eyes, not wanting to ruin everything by saying something stupid. And he kisses Jay as hard as he can, trying to show him just how much he means it.
