"I'm a wounded man, Spence, you should be more gentle with me," Jon says, wincing again when Spencer goes over a particularly deep cut.
"You're a stupid man who went out boxing, I should punch you myself." Spencer closes his eyes for a second and sighs. "We're going to be late for work now."
"Fuck them all, I quit!" Jon flails his hand at the money on the floor, then points to his left boot. "Look in there. There's enough to pay rent for weeks."
Spencer frowns, but stops tending Jon's injuries long enough to pull his boot and let a rather impressive pile of money fall out. He gapes, looking back up at Jon. "I don't believe it," he whispers.
Jon smirks at him. "I am actually worth something, Spencer Smith," he says, and tries to play it off like a joke, and not like he's still hurt.
"You always were," Spencer says and Jon thinks he must have misheard him. He wraps Jon's hands neatly, ties off the gauze and getting up off the floor. He hands Jon the bowl and settles next to him on the bed. Before touches the cut over Jon's eye, he finally looks at him. "This is going to hurt."
And it does. It fucking stings but Jon grinds his teeth and tries not to wince too much. Spencer's other hand is holding his chin steady, his thumb just brushing the corner of Jon's mouth.
"All done." Spencer drops the stained rag into the bowl. He starts to stand up, but Jon stops him.
"I meant it, you know. We don't have to work for weeks." There's a sad look in Spencer's eyes and he doesn't like it at all.
"I can't, Jon. I need to work and pay my own way. I wouldn't be kept by Alex and I won't be kept by you either."
"I'm not keeping you, I'm just saying you don't have to work at that godamned factory." The room's starting to spin a bit, so Jon huffs loudly and falls back on the bed, letting his eyes fall shut. He's starting to pass out when he says, softer, "We could get out of here, Spence. We could..." Jon sighs and fades into sleep, one leg still hanging off the bed.
He dreams about Spencer standing over him, mumbling, "Stupid, stupid," as he brushes the hair off Jon's forehead. It's a nice dream because Spencer would never touch him like that in reality.
part 3
"You're a stupid man who went out boxing, I should punch you myself." Spencer closes his eyes for a second and sighs. "We're going to be late for work now."
"Fuck them all, I quit!" Jon flails his hand at the money on the floor, then points to his left boot. "Look in there. There's enough to pay rent for weeks."
Spencer frowns, but stops tending Jon's injuries long enough to pull his boot and let a rather impressive pile of money fall out. He gapes, looking back up at Jon. "I don't believe it," he whispers.
Jon smirks at him. "I am actually worth something, Spencer Smith," he says, and tries to play it off like a joke, and not like he's still hurt.
"You always were," Spencer says and Jon thinks he must have misheard him. He wraps Jon's hands neatly, ties off the gauze and getting up off the floor. He hands Jon the bowl and settles next to him on the bed. Before touches the cut over Jon's eye, he finally looks at him. "This is going to hurt."
And it does. It fucking stings but Jon grinds his teeth and tries not to wince too much. Spencer's other hand is holding his chin steady, his thumb just brushing the corner of Jon's mouth.
"All done." Spencer drops the stained rag into the bowl. He starts to stand up, but Jon stops him.
"I meant it, you know. We don't have to work for weeks." There's a sad look in Spencer's eyes and he doesn't like it at all.
"I can't, Jon. I need to work and pay my own way. I wouldn't be kept by Alex and I won't be kept by you either."
"I'm not keeping you, I'm just saying you don't have to work at that godamned factory." The room's starting to spin a bit, so Jon huffs loudly and falls back on the bed, letting his eyes fall shut. He's starting to pass out when he says, softer, "We could get out of here, Spence. We could..." Jon sighs and fades into sleep, one leg still hanging off the bed.
He dreams about Spencer standing over him, mumbling, "Stupid, stupid," as he brushes the hair off Jon's forehead. It's a nice dream because Spencer would never touch him like that in reality.