At The Time (Part Four)
Title: At The Time (Part Four)
Author: stttmsbwa
Characters/Pairings: Spencer-centric, Drake/Spencer, Drake/Josh
Rating: R/M
Summary: Spencer's life, at different times.
A/N: Um, yeah. I don't think I'm at all satisfied with this ending. I know I'll be coming back to this 'verse. I love it so. But, hmm. Yeah. Still not content.
Ten minutes before the drunken visitor and Spencer was having a really strange dream. There were giant teeth and angry monkeys and a crying Drake and Spencer wasn't sure if he was supposed to be brushing, screaming or comforting. The dream-Spencer was about to break down and start crying himself when a basket of oranges fell from the sky, pelting him in the face. In the distance there was a laughing Carly and Sam, Freddie video taping everything, and Drake running into the arms of a smiling stranger named Josh. Luckily Spencer didn't see their embrace; the sounds of someone at the door jarred him out of sleep and his nightmare.
Two hours before the drunken visitor found Spencer gritting his teeth and pulling his hand away from Drake's face. "Don't say that." Drake's face was confused and scared and Spencer wanted to just run away. "Don't say things you don't mean." Stepping back a little, Drake's lips trembled. "You don't love me." Spencer shook his head and fought the tears fighting to pour out. "I don't love you." Turning away from Spencer, Drake wobbled to the door. He fumbled with the doorknob, choking back sobs. Once he had left, shutting the door softly behind him, Spencer let the tears fall. Running through his head were the last three words he had let Drake say. "I love you."
Five hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer was telling Carly everything. He had simply collapsed onto her shoulder and spilled the whole story, her body tilting under his weight. Carly did the only thing she could: rubbed his back and demanded to know where the hell Drake Parker was. "He's gone." "He's dead!" "He just left." "I'll kill him!" "He might come back." "Not if he knows what's good for him!" "I want him to come back." Carly scowled at her brother and let go of her hold on him. "Spencer Shay, don't you dare say that." "But I do, I lo-" "Don't even think it! He just used you! Don't let him hurt you anymore than he already has." Spencer sighed and let Carly take care of him.
Six hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer is barely hearing the words that are spilling out of Drake's mouth. "Josh is my brother. Step brother! Our parents got married when we were, like, 15. He's been my best friend for years, as well as my manager." Spencer shook his head lightly. "So you two aren't, you know, involved?" Drake shuffled his feet and took great interest in the rug on the floor. "Um, we kind of were. Well, yes. We were. Involved. Really involved. For a long time." "Were, though, right?" Drake's face became contorted with struggling emotion. "I- I honestly don't know." "So why are you here?" Spencer started to tremble and a queasy feeling was growing in his stomach. Drake faltered. "I- I don't know." "There's a lot you don't know, huh?" Spencer chose to ignore Drake's stutters, trying to forget the sound of Drake opening the door and walking out.
Twenty nine and a half hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer can't think. At all. The touching. And the moaning. And the, fuck, everything. Clothing had practically been ripped off bodies, lips were brutally attacking one another and any inch of nearby skin. Drake's breath came out in gasps. Short, quick gasps. Gasps that leaked pleas and curses and "Spence, oh, fuck, please Spence, please. Just, oh God, please, harder. Yeah, yeah, yes. Mmmore, harder." Spencer had lost his mind in a world of pleasure. Thrusting in and out in and out and all Spencer could feel was blinding ecstasty. Drake withered underneath him, his noises getting louder and more frantic with every movement. Spencer had to lift Drake's hip off the bed to keep the rythmn building faster and faster, and Drake clutched at the sheets, voice raising to a scream. Spencer didn't want to care about what anything meant or what would happen; all he wanted was to be inside Drake Parker forever.
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Three seconds after the drunken visitor and Spencer is ready to pull his hair out of his head. He's tired. Upset. Hurt. And now he has to deal with an unsteady stranger named Josh. A stranger who obviously couldn't handle the liquor he had gotten blitzed on. "Uhm, Dr-Drake. Is -" Spencer opens his arms so the stumbling man doesn't fall to the ground. He is caught by Spencer's body and immediately closes his eyes. "Mm, night Mr. Puff Puff." Spencer can only curse under his breath as he drags the heavy body to the couch.
Six hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer finds himself nursing a warm cup of coffee. He's perched on one of the red stools by the kitchen island, and he's watching the restless body that is the (once drunken) stranger known only as Josh. Josh, Drake Parker's brother. Step brother. Manager. Ex-lover. Still lover? To be lover again? Spencer wants nothing more than to pour the warm coffee all over the tossing and turning man and kick him in the kidneys. Josh's eyes finally open a bit and he groans. "Where am I?" "Seattle, Washington. The U. S. of A." Josh sits up and rubs his face. "What? No, I knew that. Where exactly am I?" Spencer takes another sip of his coffee, wishing he had put some more sugar in it earlier. This moment was about to get a bit bitter super fast. "Where do you think you are?" Josh finally takes in his surroundings, gaze wandering over to Spencer's hunched and hostile form. "Um. Hi?"
Six and a half hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer is sure that Josh Nichols (no longer a stranger) is one of the nicest, strangest, most sarcastic and bubbly nerd he's ever met. Spencer is trying very hard not to be attracted to him. He's failing quite miserably. He finds himself thinking to himself, I don't blame Drake at all for being head over heels for this guy all these years. Conversation with Josh is so easy that Spencer forgets that he should be so viciously angry and abrasive towards Josh. "You know, this has got to be one of the most creatively decorated apartments I've seen in a very long time. It's just so bright and daring." Yes, Spencer quite liked this Josh. "It almost reminds me of the way Drake and I used to have random things on our walls back when we were kids, but nothing this artistic and interesting." Oh yeah, that's right. Josh is supposed to loathe this man. "And then we had that really awesome sculpture in our flat in London when we lived there for a year, but it doesn't compare to some of your work." He absolutely hated this son of a - "Do you think I could buy something of yours? I think it would look lovely in my, fuck it. I'm just avoiding the whole point of me being here." Spencer grimaces. "So there was a point behind you showing up at my doorstep blazing drunk?" Blushing, Josh coughs and stammers. "I- uh, well, I didn't mean to get that drunk. It just sort of...happened. I was only supposed to be working up the courage to come here and talk to Drake and -" "You're too late. Drake's gone." "Gone?" "Gone."
Seven hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer is seriously going to disable that damn doorbell. Just as he was getting the marsala sauce all stirred up, someone decides to come a knocking. Spencer speed walks to the door and opens it, his face switching from frown to slack jaw. Drake Parker is standing in the hallway, eyes red and clothing ruffled. "Hey. Can I come in?" Spencer lets him, stepping aside and closing the door behind Drake as he walks into the apartment. "Thanks. Nice apron, by the way. It's purty." "Don't even flirt with me, Drake Parker. Not now at least." Drake's small smile is gone in an instant. "Sorry." "Sit." "Okay." Spencer runs back to his brewing sauce. "Hungry?" "Um, yeah. Sure. Thanks." "How about you, Josh?" Drake's mouth drops as Josh walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. "You know what? I'd love some."
Seven hours and ten minutes after the drunken visitor and Spencer feels as though he's being shoved in the middle of a situation he shouldn't be in the middle of. "You broke up with me, remember Josh? Do you? Cause I remember. Quite vibrantly." "It was a break, I said it was a break! And it's vividly. VIVIDLY!" Drake scoffs and turns away from Josh. "Whatever. What are you doing here anyway?" "What am I - ? Drake, what are you doing here?" Spencer's eyes catch Drake's and Spencer wants nothing more than to hear what Drake's response is. Drake's expression wavers under Spencer's gaze, hesitant. "That's none of your business." "Um, Drake, of course it is. I'm your manager. Can you remember that?" Drake scowls and turns back to Josh and Spencer dies a little inside. Why couldn't he say? "So why the hell are you acting a lot like a jealous boyfriend?" With furrowed brows, Josh steps closer to Drake. "Maybe because you're shaking up with some stranger that you don't even know and I'm concerned about what it is that you think you are doing!" "Spencer Shay may be a stranger to you, but not to me! And for your information, these past few days with Spencer have been some of the best days I've had in a very long time! So maybe you should just back the fuck off. You left me, and it hurt. Real bad, Josh. And just because now you see me with someone new, you think you can try to screw up my happiness? Well, fuck you Josh Nichols! What do you want anyway? Do you want me back or what?" "I, well, no - " "Then why the hell are you here, screwing things up?" Josh falters and rubs his arm. After about a minute, Josh walks toward the door. He opens it. "Nevermind about the food, Spencer. Thanks for, well, thanks." He leaves.
Seven hours and eleven minutes after the drunken visitor and Spencer is waiting for it. Waiting for Drake to do it. To leave. To go after Josh. He doesn't. "Aren't you, you know, going to chase after him?" Drake turns back to Spencer and smiles weakly. "Naw. Joshies' a big boy. He can take care of himself." Spencer fiddles with the wooden mixing spoon in his hand. "But, I thought - " Drake takes a few steps closer to Spencer, shaking his head. "I don't know what you're thinking. But you're probably wrong." Spencer inhales sharply as Drake takes the spoon out of his hand and chucks it over his shoulder. "I thought I was falling out of love when I decided to stay with you. That was my plan. What I didn't plan on was falling in love again." Drake gently steps onto Spencer's feet and pushes his nose against Spencer's, looping his arms around Spencer's neck. "Don't you dare tell me I don't mean it. I do." Drake presses his lips softly against Spencer's. "I love you, Spencer Shay." He kisses the other man again. "And I know you love me, too." And Spencer snaps and clutches to Drake and shoves him up against the wall and kisses him. And kisses him. And kisses him. And he never knew that being so wrong could feel so good.
Eight hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer's sauce is burning. He doesn't care, though, because he's got a naked Drake Parker in his bed. Well, naked except for the apron. "Look! I'm purty!" Spencer chuckles and pulls Drake toward him by the pockets. "Damn straight you are." Planting a firm kiss to Drake's lips, Spencer flips the shorter man over and covers Drake's body with his own. "Oh, Spence. I don't ever want to leave." "Don't, then." Spencer starts to nip a trail down Drake's neck. "But, the tour and ah -" "Screw the tour." Spencer works to undo the bow with his teeth, grasping Drake's hips and rubbing the bones with his thumbs. "But Josh -" "Fuck Josh." Drake wiggles out of the apron and hooks his ankles behind Spencer's calves. "Fuck me, Spencer. Fuck me." Spencer grins. "With pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure." Spencer knows that Drake has to go back to his tour. He has to, technically, go back to Josh. Back to his own life. But Spencer also knows, just by the sound of Drake's moans as Spencer slides into him and by the face twisted with ecstasy as Spencer thrusts up just like that, that Drake will come back. Drake Parker would be back.
Author: stttmsbwa
Characters/Pairings: Spencer-centric, Drake/Spencer, Drake/Josh
Rating: R/M
Summary: Spencer's life, at different times.
A/N: Um, yeah. I don't think I'm at all satisfied with this ending. I know I'll be coming back to this 'verse. I love it so. But, hmm. Yeah. Still not content.
Ten minutes before the drunken visitor and Spencer was having a really strange dream. There were giant teeth and angry monkeys and a crying Drake and Spencer wasn't sure if he was supposed to be brushing, screaming or comforting. The dream-Spencer was about to break down and start crying himself when a basket of oranges fell from the sky, pelting him in the face. In the distance there was a laughing Carly and Sam, Freddie video taping everything, and Drake running into the arms of a smiling stranger named Josh. Luckily Spencer didn't see their embrace; the sounds of someone at the door jarred him out of sleep and his nightmare.
Two hours before the drunken visitor found Spencer gritting his teeth and pulling his hand away from Drake's face. "Don't say that." Drake's face was confused and scared and Spencer wanted to just run away. "Don't say things you don't mean." Stepping back a little, Drake's lips trembled. "You don't love me." Spencer shook his head and fought the tears fighting to pour out. "I don't love you." Turning away from Spencer, Drake wobbled to the door. He fumbled with the doorknob, choking back sobs. Once he had left, shutting the door softly behind him, Spencer let the tears fall. Running through his head were the last three words he had let Drake say. "I love you."
Five hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer was telling Carly everything. He had simply collapsed onto her shoulder and spilled the whole story, her body tilting under his weight. Carly did the only thing she could: rubbed his back and demanded to know where the hell Drake Parker was. "He's gone." "He's dead!" "He just left." "I'll kill him!" "He might come back." "Not if he knows what's good for him!" "I want him to come back." Carly scowled at her brother and let go of her hold on him. "Spencer Shay, don't you dare say that." "But I do, I lo-" "Don't even think it! He just used you! Don't let him hurt you anymore than he already has." Spencer sighed and let Carly take care of him.
Six hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer is barely hearing the words that are spilling out of Drake's mouth. "Josh is my brother. Step brother! Our parents got married when we were, like, 15. He's been my best friend for years, as well as my manager." Spencer shook his head lightly. "So you two aren't, you know, involved?" Drake shuffled his feet and took great interest in the rug on the floor. "Um, we kind of were. Well, yes. We were. Involved. Really involved. For a long time." "Were, though, right?" Drake's face became contorted with struggling emotion. "I- I honestly don't know." "So why are you here?" Spencer started to tremble and a queasy feeling was growing in his stomach. Drake faltered. "I- I don't know." "There's a lot you don't know, huh?" Spencer chose to ignore Drake's stutters, trying to forget the sound of Drake opening the door and walking out.
Twenty nine and a half hours before the drunken visitor and Spencer can't think. At all. The touching. And the moaning. And the, fuck, everything. Clothing had practically been ripped off bodies, lips were brutally attacking one another and any inch of nearby skin. Drake's breath came out in gasps. Short, quick gasps. Gasps that leaked pleas and curses and "Spence, oh, fuck, please Spence, please. Just, oh God, please, harder. Yeah, yeah, yes. Mmmore, harder." Spencer had lost his mind in a world of pleasure. Thrusting in and out in and out and all Spencer could feel was blinding ecstasty. Drake withered underneath him, his noises getting louder and more frantic with every movement. Spencer had to lift Drake's hip off the bed to keep the rythmn building faster and faster, and Drake clutched at the sheets, voice raising to a scream. Spencer didn't want to care about what anything meant or what would happen; all he wanted was to be inside Drake Parker forever.
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Three seconds after the drunken visitor and Spencer is ready to pull his hair out of his head. He's tired. Upset. Hurt. And now he has to deal with an unsteady stranger named Josh. A stranger who obviously couldn't handle the liquor he had gotten blitzed on. "Uhm, Dr-Drake. Is -" Spencer opens his arms so the stumbling man doesn't fall to the ground. He is caught by Spencer's body and immediately closes his eyes. "Mm, night Mr. Puff Puff." Spencer can only curse under his breath as he drags the heavy body to the couch.
Six hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer finds himself nursing a warm cup of coffee. He's perched on one of the red stools by the kitchen island, and he's watching the restless body that is the (once drunken) stranger known only as Josh. Josh, Drake Parker's brother. Step brother. Manager. Ex-lover. Still lover? To be lover again? Spencer wants nothing more than to pour the warm coffee all over the tossing and turning man and kick him in the kidneys. Josh's eyes finally open a bit and he groans. "Where am I?" "Seattle, Washington. The U. S. of A." Josh sits up and rubs his face. "What? No, I knew that. Where exactly am I?" Spencer takes another sip of his coffee, wishing he had put some more sugar in it earlier. This moment was about to get a bit bitter super fast. "Where do you think you are?" Josh finally takes in his surroundings, gaze wandering over to Spencer's hunched and hostile form. "Um. Hi?"
Six and a half hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer is sure that Josh Nichols (no longer a stranger) is one of the nicest, strangest, most sarcastic and bubbly nerd he's ever met. Spencer is trying very hard not to be attracted to him. He's failing quite miserably. He finds himself thinking to himself, I don't blame Drake at all for being head over heels for this guy all these years. Conversation with Josh is so easy that Spencer forgets that he should be so viciously angry and abrasive towards Josh. "You know, this has got to be one of the most creatively decorated apartments I've seen in a very long time. It's just so bright and daring." Yes, Spencer quite liked this Josh. "It almost reminds me of the way Drake and I used to have random things on our walls back when we were kids, but nothing this artistic and interesting." Oh yeah, that's right. Josh is supposed to loathe this man. "And then we had that really awesome sculpture in our flat in London when we lived there for a year, but it doesn't compare to some of your work." He absolutely hated this son of a - "Do you think I could buy something of yours? I think it would look lovely in my, fuck it. I'm just avoiding the whole point of me being here." Spencer grimaces. "So there was a point behind you showing up at my doorstep blazing drunk?" Blushing, Josh coughs and stammers. "I- uh, well, I didn't mean to get that drunk. It just sort of...happened. I was only supposed to be working up the courage to come here and talk to Drake and -" "You're too late. Drake's gone." "Gone?" "Gone."
Seven hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer is seriously going to disable that damn doorbell. Just as he was getting the marsala sauce all stirred up, someone decides to come a knocking. Spencer speed walks to the door and opens it, his face switching from frown to slack jaw. Drake Parker is standing in the hallway, eyes red and clothing ruffled. "Hey. Can I come in?" Spencer lets him, stepping aside and closing the door behind Drake as he walks into the apartment. "Thanks. Nice apron, by the way. It's purty." "Don't even flirt with me, Drake Parker. Not now at least." Drake's small smile is gone in an instant. "Sorry." "Sit." "Okay." Spencer runs back to his brewing sauce. "Hungry?" "Um, yeah. Sure. Thanks." "How about you, Josh?" Drake's mouth drops as Josh walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. "You know what? I'd love some."
Seven hours and ten minutes after the drunken visitor and Spencer feels as though he's being shoved in the middle of a situation he shouldn't be in the middle of. "You broke up with me, remember Josh? Do you? Cause I remember. Quite vibrantly." "It was a break, I said it was a break! And it's vividly. VIVIDLY!" Drake scoffs and turns away from Josh. "Whatever. What are you doing here anyway?" "What am I - ? Drake, what are you doing here?" Spencer's eyes catch Drake's and Spencer wants nothing more than to hear what Drake's response is. Drake's expression wavers under Spencer's gaze, hesitant. "That's none of your business." "Um, Drake, of course it is. I'm your manager. Can you remember that?" Drake scowls and turns back to Josh and Spencer dies a little inside. Why couldn't he say? "So why the hell are you acting a lot like a jealous boyfriend?" With furrowed brows, Josh steps closer to Drake. "Maybe because you're shaking up with some stranger that you don't even know and I'm concerned about what it is that you think you are doing!" "Spencer Shay may be a stranger to you, but not to me! And for your information, these past few days with Spencer have been some of the best days I've had in a very long time! So maybe you should just back the fuck off. You left me, and it hurt. Real bad, Josh. And just because now you see me with someone new, you think you can try to screw up my happiness? Well, fuck you Josh Nichols! What do you want anyway? Do you want me back or what?" "I, well, no - " "Then why the hell are you here, screwing things up?" Josh falters and rubs his arm. After about a minute, Josh walks toward the door. He opens it. "Nevermind about the food, Spencer. Thanks for, well, thanks." He leaves.
Seven hours and eleven minutes after the drunken visitor and Spencer is waiting for it. Waiting for Drake to do it. To leave. To go after Josh. He doesn't. "Aren't you, you know, going to chase after him?" Drake turns back to Spencer and smiles weakly. "Naw. Joshies' a big boy. He can take care of himself." Spencer fiddles with the wooden mixing spoon in his hand. "But, I thought - " Drake takes a few steps closer to Spencer, shaking his head. "I don't know what you're thinking. But you're probably wrong." Spencer inhales sharply as Drake takes the spoon out of his hand and chucks it over his shoulder. "I thought I was falling out of love when I decided to stay with you. That was my plan. What I didn't plan on was falling in love again." Drake gently steps onto Spencer's feet and pushes his nose against Spencer's, looping his arms around Spencer's neck. "Don't you dare tell me I don't mean it. I do." Drake presses his lips softly against Spencer's. "I love you, Spencer Shay." He kisses the other man again. "And I know you love me, too." And Spencer snaps and clutches to Drake and shoves him up against the wall and kisses him. And kisses him. And kisses him. And he never knew that being so wrong could feel so good.
Eight hours after the drunken visitor and Spencer's sauce is burning. He doesn't care, though, because he's got a naked Drake Parker in his bed. Well, naked except for the apron. "Look! I'm purty!" Spencer chuckles and pulls Drake toward him by the pockets. "Damn straight you are." Planting a firm kiss to Drake's lips, Spencer flips the shorter man over and covers Drake's body with his own. "Oh, Spence. I don't ever want to leave." "Don't, then." Spencer starts to nip a trail down Drake's neck. "But, the tour and ah -" "Screw the tour." Spencer works to undo the bow with his teeth, grasping Drake's hips and rubbing the bones with his thumbs. "But Josh -" "Fuck Josh." Drake wiggles out of the apron and hooks his ankles behind Spencer's calves. "Fuck me, Spencer. Fuck me." Spencer grins. "With pleasure. Lots and lots of pleasure." Spencer knows that Drake has to go back to his tour. He has to, technically, go back to Josh. Back to his own life. But Spencer also knows, just by the sound of Drake's moans as Spencer slides into him and by the face twisted with ecstasy as Spencer thrusts up just like that, that Drake will come back. Drake Parker would be back.