A/N: This is rough y'all. From beginning to end. It needs polish and decent formatting, but it's not going to get any because I'm more likely to delete it than to sit here and fix it. IDEK! what this is. I wrote it on my phone in a parking lot while waiting for a family member to get out of work, and the radio was on, and Lucille was playing, and my brain was all, "That's a great story plot!" which it totally would be if executed properly. Instead, I butchered the premise and present you with this... A spicy? lemon-limey? (I don't know the slang anymore, but we're fully embracing hookup culture) hot mess. So,... sorry?... you're welcome?... I don't know. Let me know.
The bar wasn't exactly his scene which he had declared frequently and loudly all day, but that had done nothing to deter Morgan. The man had insisted he needed a night on the town and had even promised to be his "wingman".
He didn't need a wingman, another protest he had loudly made the whole ride here and another protest that was annoyingly ignored. So, why after all those protests was he now annoyed that he was being ignored? He huffed into his drink as he watched Morgan dance with the "pretty little thing" he had recruited to "show you how it's done". It was the principle he decided. This farce of an example was just Morgan finding an excuse to have his own good time and that just rubbed Spencer the wrong way.
If he was going to be practically dragged here against his will, then his friend should at least have the decency to keep him company.
"Come here often?" He nearly spilt his drink, startled by the breath that tickled across his ear. He hadn't noticed when the stool next to him had changed occupants, but it certainly had. What used to be a middle-aged man with beer breath and a bald spot was now a beautiful blonde in a satin number with an overlay he'd almost consider a negligee. Her hair appeared tousled but somehow still perfectly in place and her makeup had a softness to it that could easily be mistaken for her natural skin. It highlighted bright doe eyes and a perfect pair of pouty lips.
"I…" had been staring he realized, and he tried to hide his embarrassment even as she smirked at him. "No… actually never." He shrugged though he turned toward her. There was no use pretending like she didn't have his attention and it didn't miss his that he had hers as well. At least, if her head-to-toe evaluation was anything to go by.
"I guess I can't ask what you would recommend then." She crossed her legs in a way that had her dress rising and their knees bumping.
"I might not be able to recommend a drink, but I'll gladly put it on my tab if you'll let me." He held his breath as she appraised him once more and couldn't believe his luck when she agreed. Once she had it in hand, he remembered his manners and introduced himself. "I'm Spencer, by the way."
"Haley" she smiled, but behind it there was a nervous energy that he couldn't help but comment on.
"I take it that you don't make it a habit of frequenting these types of establishments either?"
"A girlfriend told me about this place. I figured it was time to try something new." The way she bit her lip as she glanced his way told him that "something" very much meant someone, and he wasn't upset with that. After all, didn't he come here for a good time? So, what if she was on the rebound. He wasn't looking for commitment, just some fun.
"My friend did the same. Though I'll confess, he may have had to drag me." Her laughter was as elegant as the rest of her. "Though he's since abandoned me for the dance floor."
"You don't dance?" She glanced longingly to the dance floor and though he hated to disappoint her he couldn't lie. "I have absolutely no rhythm."
"I don't believe it!" She teasingly protested.
"I swear" he chuckled, though it nearly turned into a squeak as her hand trailed up his thigh and she leaned in to whisper, "Not even a natural one?"
"Well," he barely found his voice, too focused on the way her fingers were traveling along his inseam. "That's different. That's…" but words of an age-old dance were captured as she pressed her lips to his. They were warm and plump, and he wasted no time in licking an invitation across them. Apparently, they were going for a physical rather than verbal demonstration. He had no idea how he had gotten here but he wasn't about to complain. The angle was wrong though and so he slouched some even as he pulled her forward by the waist until she was barely balanced on the stool and mostly between his knees. He'd be embarrassed by how eager he was if not for how desperate she seemed. Their enthusiasm mixing as she massaged along the back of his neck, his hands shamelessly gripping at her hips. It had been too long since he'd been kissed like this so he was reluctant to pull away, but he needed to or else he really would embarrass himself. "How about" he didn't know he needed air until he was nearly gasping for it, but that didn't deter him from nuzzling along her jaw, down along her throat and behind her ear. "We go somewhere a little more private."
"Sounds good to me." She breathed tilting her head to give him better access.
"Your place or mine?"
"It's going to have to be yours buddy. Her home comes with a husband."
"Aaron!" Haley jumped in surprise.
He felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured on him as he disentangled himself from the woman beside him and cautiously glanced toward this Aaron who was visibly angry and, unfortunately, built like a mountain.
Paralyzing fear had his stomach in his shoes in no time. She was married. He had just been kissing another man's wife. He… he was trembling. He opened his mouth to say something. He didn't know what, but he couldn't. His voice was gone. Which also meant that he couldn't call out for Morgan, couldn't plead that his friend help him before he was pummeled to death. Heaven help him. He was a goner.
But his focus wasn't on Spencer. His eyes were only for her as he spat, "How could you Haley" he sounded absolutely shattered.
"I'm not doing this here Aaron." She glanced around which caused Spencer to do the same. They had caught the attention of quite a few patrons. "You're making a fool of yourself." She hissed.
"No, you're making a fool of me! You can't just break your vows because you're suddenly disillusioned with your life!" The desperation was so thick he was clearly choking on it. "Not after all we've been through?"
"Says you. You can't hold me hostage Aaron. I'm not happy, and I'm not going to sit around miserable any longer. I'm tired and I'm not interested in seeing how much more I can endure with you. Just make it easy for all of us and sign the papers already." She seemed unfazed, as if this was an old argument and she already knew how it would play out.
Aaron on the other hand looked like he was about to go to pieces, his words shaking in a way that screamed his heart was breaking, "What about Jack?"
"He belongs with you. A boy needs his father." It was obvious that she believed that, and her tone turned softer as she suggested, "You should be with him."
Aaron simply nodded and without another word he turned heel and headed for the door.
"I'm so sorry about that. He just won't get it through his thick head that we're through." Spencer barely heard her though, too focused on that mountain of a man and how he suddenly looked so small. "Excuse me" he didn't know what he was doing, besides going crazy surely, because suddenly he found himself leaving the certainty of the blonde beauty behind him and instead following her husband out the door. "Aaron" he called tentatively. He wouldn't be at all surprised if he ended up with a fist to the face. "Aaron, wait!"
"What!" The anger in those eyes as he spun around was expected but none the less terrifying.
"I just…" Spencer gulped. He had a definite death wish. That's what. Still, in for a penny… "Are you okay?"
"Asks the man who just had his tongue down my wife's throat. You're not the brightest bulb in the bunch, are you?" He didn't wait for a reply just turned back around and started further down the street.
"Okay, dumb question. I admit it." Spencer hurried after him. "I just… you looked like you could use a friend is all."
"I definitely don't need friends who want to have sex with my wife." Aaron grumbled as he continued right along.
"In my defense, I didn't know she was anyone's wife. And from what it sounds like, she doesn't really want to be yours anymore."
"Shut your mouth. " But the threat was lost in glistening eyes.
"Do you want to talk about it?" It was almost a compulsion, the way he ignored all his usual self-preservation skills in order to offer this stranger a shoulder.
"There's nothing to say." Resignation was creeping in.
"Sure there is. Just say what you're feeling. There's no use bottling it up." Maybe that's why he'd followed him out of the bar? To give him the ear he'd all but begged for.
"My feelings should be obvious." His gaze was scornful as he sent it Spencer's way.
"Yes, I get it." Spencer nearly rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I kissed your wife and that wasn't cool, but what else?" Silence settled as they kept walking, and they made it to the end of the block before Aaron turned to him. He was expecting to be told to get lost so he was more than a little surprised when Aaron nearly whispered, "I feel betrayed. Monday was a normal day. Wednesday, she hands me divorce papers over breakfast like they're the newspaper. And here we are on Friday and I find her trying to fuck another man in the dress that I bought her. So yeah, I feel betrayed. I feel absolutely blindsided. She says it's been a long time coming, but she never told me! We've got a little boy at home. He's practically still a baby and she… she…" Aaron swiped angrily at his eye but it did nothing to stop the tears from forming. " What am I supposed to tell him? How do I explain to him that we've been tossed to the side so she can be "free" and have fun?"
"You don't. It's her responsibility to explain herself to him. All he needs to hear from you is that you love him and that he can always count on you."
"He's just a baby" Aaron repeated as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his head already hung in despair.
"You'll take care of him." Spencer assured as he awkwardly patted his back. He wasn't sure if the touch would be welcome.
"I'm afraid I won't know how. What if I mess him up? I mean, have you seen the statistics on single parent households?"
He had. In fact, he could quote them, but he doubted that would make Aaron feel any better and so he refrained. Instead, he offered simply, "He'll be fine."
"We've been together since high school. I don't even know what life looks like without Haley in it."
"Well, now's your opportunity to find out. You'll always fear the unknown if you don't stop clinging to the familiar. Who says Haley gets to have all the fun? There's got to be things you want to do too."
"I haven't exactly been counting down the days 'til bachelorhood." Aaron grumbled. "I enjoy being married you know."
"So, I've figured, but between now and whenever it is that you meet the future misses, what do you want to do? There's got to be something? Don't you have any dreams or, hell, even fantasies that you might want to explore?"
"I don't do casual." Aaron announced firmly as he crossed the street without warning.
"Ah" Spencer exclaimed, sprinting right behind him. "So, there is something. It just requires that you leave your comfort zone."
"Which isn't going to happen."
"Why?" It probably wasn't wise of him to be walking so far from the bar with a complete stranger, but he found himself intrigued.
"Because it isn't."
"At least tell me what it is." For some inexplicable reason, curiosity was eating him alive.
"No" he huffed.
"Why not?" He pouted.
"Because" he grumbled.
"Why?" He whined.
"Because" he stressed.
"Tell me" he pleaded.
"No!" He shouted.
"Come on! I dare you." He cajoled.
"What are you, four!" He complained.
"What are you, a coward!" He provoked and that was apparently the last straw because before he knew it Spencer found himself slammed into a brick wall. The fist he was expecting didn't come though, instead a pair of chapped lips crashed into his. The shock of it had him gasping as much as the hands that were now pulling at his hair and that was apparently all Aaron needed to start licking into his mouth. He couldn't help but moan as he sucked on the tongue that was trying to dance with his own. This kiss was a bit too open mouthed, just on the wrong side of wet, and extremely messy, but what it was lacking in skill it definitely made up for in passion and he knew for a fact that he could quickly get used to it. As it was, his own hands were on Aaron's shoulders, pulling him closer in silent encouragement.
"Not a coward" Aaron breathed as he pulled back with a nip to Spencer's lip. "Just curious"
"Bi-curious, huh?" Spencer offered softly as he rubbed his thumb along a strong jawline. His lips tracing the other side. Now that he wasn't afraid of the man, he could take the time to actually admire him.
"I don't know what that means." Aaron admitted as he ran his fingers along Spencer's shoulder and down his chest. Easily leaning in for another kiss.
"I'd…" he needed to catch his breath, but who cared about air when he had the complete attention of a man like this. " I'd be happy to show you."
"This is insane" Aaron laughed breathlessly.
"It's definitely a first for me." Spencer agreed as he ran his hands along Aaron's back, settling them right above his rear.
"Are you saying you don't usually proposition both halves of a married couple?" Aaron raised a brow as he started working the top few buttons of Spencer's shirt.
"Not on the same night, not usually, no" Spencer deadpanned. "And if I remember correctly, which I always do, I did not initiate either kiss" he did initiate one now though, that was slow and lascivious and filled with promise. "You two are the ones that seem to find me irresistible." And if he reciprocated, well that was beyond the point.
"If there's one thing I can say about Haley" Aaron was now at his neck, leaving what was sure to be a long line of love bites. "She has impeccable taste."
Spencer couldn't help his chuckle at that. "Was that stroke for my ego or yours?"
"Definitely mine" he felt Aaron smirk before sharp teeth sunk into his collar bone with enough force to make him groan. "My wife already stroked yours enough. "
"How about you give it a try." Spencer boldly goaded as Aaron pulled his shirt out from his belt. "Let's see if you're better at it." Aaron simply huffed. "I bet you will be" Spencer breathed, feeling light headed as their mingled scent of sweat, cologne, and desire nearly overwhelmed him. And Aaron was doing him no favors by rucking his shirt up and taking another step closer, their bodies now pressed together in a way that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. "You're definitely the better kisser."
"She would love to hear that" Aaron offered wryly, his hands nearly covering Spencer's hips entirely as his thumbs kneaded the flesh just above.
"You could tell her. I don't care. Tell her I couldn't resist. Tell her when it came to choosing between you two, it was a no brainer. Tell her your touches are better. Your hands are better. Your kisses are better. Tell her I left her cuz I wanted to go home with you." His skin was alight with sensation, it was one glorious over sensitized throb and it had him near babbling.
"Yeah? Is that why you followed me out the door?" Aaron couldn't help but think that Spencer was a vision. Something straight from his dreams with the way his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against the bricks as he focused simply on feeling every caress Aaron supplied. "You want to come home with me. She got you all worked up and now you expect me to finish the job?"
"Yes" he gasped though he wasn't sure if he was encouraging the words or the roll of Aaron's hips.
"You want me to give you something she can't."
"Yes…. Show me… show me what she's going to be missing… so… so I can tell her. Tell her how good it was. How crazy she is for giving it up. Giving you up."
With a growl he was dragged from the wall and right down the street. His wrist in a firm grasp as he was led to the unknown. Unlike Haley though, he wasn't worried about being held hostage. No, for this man, he'd be a willing captive.
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"You expect me to buy that?" Morgan laughed right in his face the next morning.
"That's what happened." Spencer swore as he looked around the bullpen once again for eavesdroppers.
"Really? Some hot honey just came along to whisper dirty nothings in your ear, but before she could make good on them her husband shows up in a jealous rage. And instead of knocking your nose off you somehow convince him to knock your boots." The chuckles were impossible to suppress. "Okay kid."
"Well," Spencer sighed in resignation. "When you put it like that."
"Honestly, where did you even come up with that. Have you been reading those drug store novels again?"