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It started with little things...
Name calling like "nerd," "bookie," "Geek,""Spock," "Pixie," "Fag"...
Stealing personal items: text books, homework, money.
It progressed naturally to shoving, hitting, kicking... cuts above the eye, broken glasses, torn clothing-
Spencer couldn't defend himself bodily, so, he padded himself with words.
Big words, small words, sentences, phrases, passages.
He refused to fight- what good would that do, other than inflame the situation. No, words were his weapon of choice, and NO ONE could take that way from him.
…...
His name was Jamie Bartlet.
It seemed as if he could pick Spencer out of any crowd, going out of his way to harm him.
And Reid would strike back with words.
Jamie was a bull of a boy, and he would use that to his advantage.
Reid had sickly bruises blooming in the most unlikely of places, the curve of his elbow, the crook of his neck, the round of his ass.
Muscling Spencer to do his dirty will, a strong hand gripping his shoulder as he presses him down to his knees.
"If you bite, I'll make sure everyone knows what a girl you really are." Jamie hissed as he unzipped his fly, his erection straining at the threads.
Spencer closes his eyes, willing himself to be anywhere else but here.
Three more months and he's gone. Three months and his hell would be over. Three more months and he's off to University.
After the first time, Spencer went numb, choking and sputtering for air as the salty bitter spray hit the back of his throat.
After the first time, there was more. There were hands and tongue and hurt...so much hurt. He had to disassociate the feeling of his body and the acts themselves... even if he's not sexual now, he doesn't want every intimate act to be tainted by this...torture.
After the first time...Reid's mouth always felt used. He felt dirty...but there was no one to tell. So he bore the pain...because, there was no one to protect himself but himself.
And that would have to be okay.
…...
Morgan scoffs as Reid towels his hair on the edge of his bed.
"What?" Reid cracks a grin.
"You look like a drowned rat." Morgan laughs as he grabs an extra pillow from his closet.
"You've used that line before." Reid smirks as Morgan rolls his eyes.
"Show off." Morgan sticks out his tongue.
Reid's brow furrows.
"Do you have-"
"Right here." Morgan goes to his dresser and takes out his pullover from college. Reid gives Morgan a small smile. The thing swamps Reid, but Reid doesn't seem to mind.
In truth, it's soft and smells like Morgan. It's comfortable. Not that Reid would ever admit to that. Morgan says nothing as he hands over the shirt.
"Alright, scoot-" Morgan says as Reid's head pops from the sweater. Something shifts in Morgan's chest as Reid shifts under the covers, taking his place. Morgan slides in next to him, encircling his arm around Reid's waist.
This is just comfort. Friends helping friends getting through the rough patches. At least, that's what Morgan tells himself as he snuggles close to Reid, reveling in the warmth that the contact brings.
"Kid?" Morgan murmurs softly. Reid cranes his neck so he could look up at Morgan.
"Yeah?" He lay his head on Morgan's chest, counting heartbeats.
"Thank you for you know-trustin' me. It means a lot." Morgan strokes Reid's hair. Reid nods.
"Ditto." He blinks, yawning. "Thank you for trusting me too."He buries his face in Morgan's side.
Morgan yawns, hugging Reid tight, the night wrapping around them both as they sleep.
A/N: wondering, should this be slash or just a friendship fic?