Fic: Eyes a Little Sorry (The Pact, Lenny/Spence, R)
This is a gift for ladyclio16, who is not having a very good week. Hope things are going okay, hon. I offer you a prelude to boarding school porn. I have plans to get to the actual porn portion at a later date.
Fandom: The Pact
Pairing: Lenny/Spence
Rating: R
Warnings: Moviefic=movie spoilers. Right up to the bitter end.
Summary: Swimming and other lessons.
With apologies to E.E. Cummings for the title.
He never thought he'd see this place again. Looking at it now, with its tall brick buildings and jacket-clad boys huddled together for warmth against the cold Canadian air, he's not sure how he feels about being back. He doesn't belong here, never did and never will, and not just because he dropped out of school halfway through his sophomore year. Spence -- if that's still his name -- fits in here, but Lenny never will.
They gave him a choice; he could have gone somewhere else, could have stayed far away from Spence until the trial. But he could tell this was where they wanted him, because it was easier to keep an eye on them both if they were under the same roof. He was surprised at the time that they weren't planning to keep him as far away from Spence as humanly possible, but when he said that out loud Carver just gave him a look that Lenny could read as clearly as if Carver had said what he was thinking.
It was the hand holding, he's decided. He didn't have anything else to think about on the flight from New York to Quebec, and after carefully weighing the past two months he knows that the reason Carver trusts him not to try to kill Spence again is because of the way Spence held his hand just before Carver took him away. He doesn't like the idea of Carver knowing that much about him -- about them -- but he knows there's nothing he can do about it. And maybe he's supposed to be grateful, because if Carver wasn't a romantic Lenny might have ended up holed up in some dump down in Florida or somewhere.
Then again, there's that saying about keeping your enemies close, so maybe that's what Carver's doing. He's not really sure of anything anymore, not since he shot the only family he had to keep Spence safe. And that's something Spence probably doesn't even know, not unless Carver told him. Lenny can't think of a single reason why he would, though, so he's pretty sure Spence doesn't know how much Lenny gave up when he stepped in front of that gun.
His hand lifts to his shoulder automatically, rubbing at the ghost pain that lingers along with the scar. It doesn't hurt anymore, not really, but he can still feel it, like the pain doesn't want him to forget what he almost did. And he's never tried to lie to himself about who he is or what he could become, but he's back at Royal Dominion, and he wants to believe that means he can be something different now.
He's halfway up the stairs when Ms. Wokowski comes out the front door, and there's an edge in her smile now that didn't used to be there. He tells himself he doesn't blame her. "Lenny," she says, her smile warming up when he reaches her. "It's nice to have you back with us."
"Right," he says, but as soon as he hears the sarcasm creeping into his voice he pushes it back down. He's not that guy anymore, doesn't want to be that guy ever again. "So am I still in my old room?"
"Actually, Mr. Carver thought it would be best to keep you and Steven together," she answers, her arm sliding around his shoulders and leading him into the school. And he wants to laugh at the sudden image of Carver as some sort of weird matchmaker, because he can't come up with another reason Carver would want him and Spence in the same room. He's not going to complain, though, because Carl was okay, but Spence is...well, Spence is really the only friend he's ever wanted.
He lets her walk him up to his new room like he's some kind of invalid, mostly because it seems to make her happy. When they get there he smiles and pushes the door open, willing himself not to look inside until she leaves. He doesn't want her to see his reaction to standing in Spence's room again. He just prays that Spence isn't already there.
"Lenny," she says, and he swallows a sigh when he realizes she's not going to leave, "I understand you're only here for your protection. But Mr. Carver tells me you dropped out of school, is that true?"
"Uh, yeah," he answers, biting down hard on the urge to tell her that it's none of her fucking business. "It wasn't exactly high on my list of priorities, you know?"
She smiles that motherly smile and he knows what's coming next, but he forces himself to stand there and look innocent because there's nothing else he can do. "Well since you're here, this would be a perfect time for you to get back to your studies, maybe take the graduate equivalency exam? You're a smart boy, Lenny, I'd hate to see you waste that."
He almost rolls his eyes, but he's saved by the sight of Spence walking down the hall toward them. As soon as he looks up and sees Lenny his whole face lights up, and Jesus, Lenny's been waiting a long time to see that smile. He feels his legs start to give out and he backs up hard against the doorframe, grinning ridiculously at his own lack of control. Ms. Wokowski and her offer are a distant memory; all he can think about is the kid walking toward him, the kid who's too young and too dumb to know what he's getting himself into.
"You're back," Spence says as soon as he reaches his -- no, their -- room, not even glancing at Ms. Wokowski. Lenny thinks he hears her say something about leaving them alone and maybe threatening to finish their conversation later, but he's too busy watching Spence smile to hear the words.
"Hey," he answers, letting Spence push him into the room and close the door in Ms. Wokowski's face for all he notices. "Miss me?"
~
"Come on."
Spence kicks the side of his bed, shaking the thin mattress and making Lenny look up. A few months ago he would have considered that a challenge, but he's still working hard at not being that guy. He's only been back for a few hours, but he's pretty sure he's never going to get enough of that smile. It was pretty much all he thought about when he was back in New York being grilled by the Feds, ever since Spence took his hand and told Lenny they could still be friends.
That smile's been directed at him more times in the past few hours than it was during his entire first week at Royal Dominion, and every time he sees it it's a little harder to stop himself from reaching out and taking what he wants. But he just got Spence back, and he doesn't want to risk losing him again over something he can live without. He thinks he can live without it, anyway. Sometimes he's not so sure.
"Where are we going?" he asks, returning Spence's smile with one of his own. Spence just rolls his eyes and reaches down, catching one of Lenny's hands in his own and just like that they're holding hands again. Lenny's too stunned to do anything but let Spence pull him off the bed that used to belong to Paul, and when Spence lets go Lenny has to work hard not to try to hold on.
"I still owe you a lesson, remember?"
Lenny shakes his head and lets out a little laugh, because breaking into the pool on his first night back wasn't exactly in his plans, but if that's what Spence wants that's what he's going to get. "Why don't you just join the swim team or something?" Lenny asks, but he shoves his swim trunks and a towel into the bag Spence is carrying. "They'd actually let you use the pool, you know."
Spence shakes his head, and just for a second his smile falters. Lenny hates himself for that second, but as soon as the haunted look surfaces it's gone again, and then it's just Spence smiling back at him. "I don't swim with other people anymore."
"So what does that make me?" Lenny asks as he follows Spence out of the dorm, making sure no teachers are lurking as they make their way down the halls.
For a second Spence glances over at him and Lenny has to blink to make sure he's not imagining the look in the other boy's eyes. "That's different," is all he says, then he slips out of the dorm and Lenny can't do anything but follow.
He wants to ask why it's different, if it means that Spence trusts him more than anybody despite what Lenny tried to do, or if it means that it doesn't matter as much if he makes a fool of himself in front of Lenny. Only he's seen Spence swim, and there's no way he could be worried about making a fool of himself in the water. When he's underwater he looks...like he was meant to be there, like the water's a part of him. It's the first thing Lenny's ever thought of as beautiful.
So far they haven't talked about the way Lenny left or what happened while he was gone. All they've talked about is stuff that's been going on around school, about the line Ms. Wokowski fed everyone when he left and the line she fed them all when Carver decided to send him back. It was hard to keep his cool when Spence talked about his brief and ultimately disastrous flirtation with Camille, but when he got to the 'disastrous' part Lenny remembered how to breathe again. And he'd never wanted to kill a girl so much in his life, but once they got to the part where Spence told her he just wasn't interested Lenny almost felt sorry for her.
They don't talk while they change into their swim trunks, backs to each other and eyes down. And Lenny wants to look, but he doesn't because he's been riding a high brought on by Spence's smile all night and he's not sure he can keep his cool that much longer. It was hard enough sitting across from him at the dinner table, listening to him whisper the latest gossip in a low, conspiratorial tone. Checking out Spence now when there's not much chance they'll be interrupted is the worst thing he could do, so he keeps his eyes on the floor until he feels a hand on his shoulder.
He looks up and right into that smile, and God, he wants to pull Spence forward and kiss him hard. Or maybe just talk to him, because he's pretty good with words and he's always been able to talk his way out of anything. He's never had to talk his way into something like this, though, not with somebody like Spence, and what he's already got is an awful lot to lose.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Lenny answers, pasting on his most casual grin as he follows Spence out to the pool. Only once he's out there he's not all that ready after all, because the last time they were here together there was a lot more blood, and Lenny's very short life was flashing before his eyes. But Spence was there to save him that time, just like Lenny saved Spence when it counted. And Spence is here this time too, so Lenny takes a deep breath and wades into the water.
It's warm, and he remembers what Spence taught him the first time they did this, so he tries out a few strokes and before he knows it he's halfway across the pool. Spence is laughing a few feet in front of him, calling words of encouragement over Lenny's splashes. And every sound is way too loud in the stillness of the pool house, but Spence is still smiling at him and Lenny doesn't let himself look up to make sure there's no one waiting in the shadows to take a shot at them. That part of his life is over now, he reminds himself, and this part -- the part where he and Spence are friends for real -- is just beginning.
He swims a little closer to the other boy, and finally they're both at the edge of the pool, hanging on to the side with one hand and facing each other. Lenny's breathless and he's not sure if it's from the swimming or just watching Spence's smile from this close up, and when he reaches out and catches Spence's arm for balance he misses and finds his hand instead.
Spence's smile shifts to something just a little softer, almost like he's been waiting for this moment but hasn't been sure how to ask. Then he floats a little closer and this time there's no dismissing it as a really long handshake or just a friend helping another friend off the ground or a mattress, because their fingers are threaded together and Spence isn't letting go.
"I'm glad you're back," he says, his voice so soft even in the silence of the room that Lenny can almost believe he imagined it. "It hasn't...it hasn't been the same."
"Yeah?" Lenny answers, and he knows he could do this two ways. He could laugh it off, make it into a joke and let them both off the hook. That's what that other guy would have done, though, and he's trying not to be that guy anymore. Instead he tightens his grip on Spence's hand and tugs forward, letting the water do most of the work until they're floating barely six inches from each other. "How glad?"
For a second he thinks maybe Spence doesn't get it, but then those six inches are gone and obviously Spence does get it, because his hand leaves the wall to push through Lenny's wet hair and his lips press against Lenny's, clumsy and unsure and this is something that Lenny can teach Spence to do. It's only fair, after all, because Spence is teaching Lenny how to swim, and he deserves to get something in return.
Lenny lets go of the wall, carefully because he's still a little sketchy about this whole treading water thing, but Spence's hand leaves his hair to catch him around the waist and then Spence is treading water for both of them, leaving Lenny free to tilt his head just so and fit their mouths together more fully. Their skin's wet and sliding together and there are a thousand things Lenny wants to do right here in the pool. He wants to touch Spence, to run his hands all over warm skin and convince himself finally -- finally -- that Spence is alive and okay and not shot and bleeding like in Lenny's dreams.
He wants to peel off their swim trunks, to take away that last barrier between them and just feel Spence against him, the heat of his mouth and his hands and his cock all pressed up against Lenny. He wants to feel how much Spence wants him, more than Camille or anybody else who might have touched Spence in Lenny's absence. But mostly he wants to know that this is for real, that it isn't going to dissolve like one of his dreams when he wakes up in the morning in a dingy room with blank walls and bars on the window.
He worries Spence's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard and getting a little whimper for his efforts when he finally pulls away. And what Spence lacks in technique he more than makes up for in enthusiasm, because his hands are all over Lenny, trying to pull him back into the kiss. For a second Lenny just watches, cataloging the flutter of Spence's eyelids and the glassy, unfocused need in his expression. Then he surges forward again, parting Spence's lips with his tongue and claiming what's his -- what's been his since that first day when they shook hands and promised to look out for each other.
Fingers trace the scar on his shoulder, so soft he barely notices the touch at first, but when he does he can't help flinching. Then hands are on his chest, pushing him away and his stomach clenches with the force of it. He waits for the blush, the stammered 'I'm sorry' and the guilty look, but it never comes. Instead Spence laughs and swims a few feet, glancing back at Lenny with an expression that's as much nerves as it is challenge. "This is supposed to be a lesson."
Lenny knows the game; he's supposed to follow Spence, and when he demonstrates what he's learned in the water, Spence gets to demonstrate what he's learned so far tonight. He misses that mouth already, but he's always been a patient guy and if Spence needs time to take all this in, then Lenny can wait. He can wait to find out what it's like to kiss Spence underwater, what it's like to feel the weight of Spence's cock in his hand. He can even wait to see Spence naked and flushed from head to toe and on his back in Lenny's bed, because he knows that every second of waiting will be worth it.
~
Drama class the next day, and Lenny didn't miss this at all, but it doesn't matter so much now that he doesn't have to fake it anymore. Besides, he's got the memory of last night to keep him occupied while everybody else is running lines, and even though they didn't get any further than making out it's plenty to keep Lenny busy until he can get Spence alone again.
He's hard at work imagining exactly that when he sees her, long, dark hair catching his attention from across the room. She's over by the door talking to Paul, and Lenny doesn't bother trying not to laugh at her incredibly bad taste in men. It makes him wonder about Camille, because no girl picks every gay guy in the senior class to hit on without noticing something.
"What?" Spence says, warm honey voice close to his ear. Lenny turns, half expecting Spence to be watching Camille, but those eyes are focused right on him and it's all Lenny can do not to kiss him right in front of the class.
"Nothing," he answers, smiling indulgently and brushing his knuckles across Spence's thigh. "Just glad to be back."
Spence's smile does things to Lenny's stomach he wouldn't admit to even on pain of torture, but that doesn't stop him from grinning right back. And he's not sure he can make it through a whole hour of drama practice after all, but maybe he can kill a little time talking to Camille. After all, she looks like she could use the help.
Fandom: The Pact
Pairing: Lenny/Spence
Rating: R
Warnings: Moviefic=movie spoilers. Right up to the bitter end.
Summary: Swimming and other lessons.
With apologies to E.E. Cummings for the title.
He never thought he'd see this place again. Looking at it now, with its tall brick buildings and jacket-clad boys huddled together for warmth against the cold Canadian air, he's not sure how he feels about being back. He doesn't belong here, never did and never will, and not just because he dropped out of school halfway through his sophomore year. Spence -- if that's still his name -- fits in here, but Lenny never will.
They gave him a choice; he could have gone somewhere else, could have stayed far away from Spence until the trial. But he could tell this was where they wanted him, because it was easier to keep an eye on them both if they were under the same roof. He was surprised at the time that they weren't planning to keep him as far away from Spence as humanly possible, but when he said that out loud Carver just gave him a look that Lenny could read as clearly as if Carver had said what he was thinking.
It was the hand holding, he's decided. He didn't have anything else to think about on the flight from New York to Quebec, and after carefully weighing the past two months he knows that the reason Carver trusts him not to try to kill Spence again is because of the way Spence held his hand just before Carver took him away. He doesn't like the idea of Carver knowing that much about him -- about them -- but he knows there's nothing he can do about it. And maybe he's supposed to be grateful, because if Carver wasn't a romantic Lenny might have ended up holed up in some dump down in Florida or somewhere.
Then again, there's that saying about keeping your enemies close, so maybe that's what Carver's doing. He's not really sure of anything anymore, not since he shot the only family he had to keep Spence safe. And that's something Spence probably doesn't even know, not unless Carver told him. Lenny can't think of a single reason why he would, though, so he's pretty sure Spence doesn't know how much Lenny gave up when he stepped in front of that gun.
His hand lifts to his shoulder automatically, rubbing at the ghost pain that lingers along with the scar. It doesn't hurt anymore, not really, but he can still feel it, like the pain doesn't want him to forget what he almost did. And he's never tried to lie to himself about who he is or what he could become, but he's back at Royal Dominion, and he wants to believe that means he can be something different now.
He's halfway up the stairs when Ms. Wokowski comes out the front door, and there's an edge in her smile now that didn't used to be there. He tells himself he doesn't blame her. "Lenny," she says, her smile warming up when he reaches her. "It's nice to have you back with us."
"Right," he says, but as soon as he hears the sarcasm creeping into his voice he pushes it back down. He's not that guy anymore, doesn't want to be that guy ever again. "So am I still in my old room?"
"Actually, Mr. Carver thought it would be best to keep you and Steven together," she answers, her arm sliding around his shoulders and leading him into the school. And he wants to laugh at the sudden image of Carver as some sort of weird matchmaker, because he can't come up with another reason Carver would want him and Spence in the same room. He's not going to complain, though, because Carl was okay, but Spence is...well, Spence is really the only friend he's ever wanted.
He lets her walk him up to his new room like he's some kind of invalid, mostly because it seems to make her happy. When they get there he smiles and pushes the door open, willing himself not to look inside until she leaves. He doesn't want her to see his reaction to standing in Spence's room again. He just prays that Spence isn't already there.
"Lenny," she says, and he swallows a sigh when he realizes she's not going to leave, "I understand you're only here for your protection. But Mr. Carver tells me you dropped out of school, is that true?"
"Uh, yeah," he answers, biting down hard on the urge to tell her that it's none of her fucking business. "It wasn't exactly high on my list of priorities, you know?"
She smiles that motherly smile and he knows what's coming next, but he forces himself to stand there and look innocent because there's nothing else he can do. "Well since you're here, this would be a perfect time for you to get back to your studies, maybe take the graduate equivalency exam? You're a smart boy, Lenny, I'd hate to see you waste that."
He almost rolls his eyes, but he's saved by the sight of Spence walking down the hall toward them. As soon as he looks up and sees Lenny his whole face lights up, and Jesus, Lenny's been waiting a long time to see that smile. He feels his legs start to give out and he backs up hard against the doorframe, grinning ridiculously at his own lack of control. Ms. Wokowski and her offer are a distant memory; all he can think about is the kid walking toward him, the kid who's too young and too dumb to know what he's getting himself into.
"You're back," Spence says as soon as he reaches his -- no, their -- room, not even glancing at Ms. Wokowski. Lenny thinks he hears her say something about leaving them alone and maybe threatening to finish their conversation later, but he's too busy watching Spence smile to hear the words.
"Hey," he answers, letting Spence push him into the room and close the door in Ms. Wokowski's face for all he notices. "Miss me?"
~
"Come on."
Spence kicks the side of his bed, shaking the thin mattress and making Lenny look up. A few months ago he would have considered that a challenge, but he's still working hard at not being that guy. He's only been back for a few hours, but he's pretty sure he's never going to get enough of that smile. It was pretty much all he thought about when he was back in New York being grilled by the Feds, ever since Spence took his hand and told Lenny they could still be friends.
That smile's been directed at him more times in the past few hours than it was during his entire first week at Royal Dominion, and every time he sees it it's a little harder to stop himself from reaching out and taking what he wants. But he just got Spence back, and he doesn't want to risk losing him again over something he can live without. He thinks he can live without it, anyway. Sometimes he's not so sure.
"Where are we going?" he asks, returning Spence's smile with one of his own. Spence just rolls his eyes and reaches down, catching one of Lenny's hands in his own and just like that they're holding hands again. Lenny's too stunned to do anything but let Spence pull him off the bed that used to belong to Paul, and when Spence lets go Lenny has to work hard not to try to hold on.
"I still owe you a lesson, remember?"
Lenny shakes his head and lets out a little laugh, because breaking into the pool on his first night back wasn't exactly in his plans, but if that's what Spence wants that's what he's going to get. "Why don't you just join the swim team or something?" Lenny asks, but he shoves his swim trunks and a towel into the bag Spence is carrying. "They'd actually let you use the pool, you know."
Spence shakes his head, and just for a second his smile falters. Lenny hates himself for that second, but as soon as the haunted look surfaces it's gone again, and then it's just Spence smiling back at him. "I don't swim with other people anymore."
"So what does that make me?" Lenny asks as he follows Spence out of the dorm, making sure no teachers are lurking as they make their way down the halls.
For a second Spence glances over at him and Lenny has to blink to make sure he's not imagining the look in the other boy's eyes. "That's different," is all he says, then he slips out of the dorm and Lenny can't do anything but follow.
He wants to ask why it's different, if it means that Spence trusts him more than anybody despite what Lenny tried to do, or if it means that it doesn't matter as much if he makes a fool of himself in front of Lenny. Only he's seen Spence swim, and there's no way he could be worried about making a fool of himself in the water. When he's underwater he looks...like he was meant to be there, like the water's a part of him. It's the first thing Lenny's ever thought of as beautiful.
So far they haven't talked about the way Lenny left or what happened while he was gone. All they've talked about is stuff that's been going on around school, about the line Ms. Wokowski fed everyone when he left and the line she fed them all when Carver decided to send him back. It was hard to keep his cool when Spence talked about his brief and ultimately disastrous flirtation with Camille, but when he got to the 'disastrous' part Lenny remembered how to breathe again. And he'd never wanted to kill a girl so much in his life, but once they got to the part where Spence told her he just wasn't interested Lenny almost felt sorry for her.
They don't talk while they change into their swim trunks, backs to each other and eyes down. And Lenny wants to look, but he doesn't because he's been riding a high brought on by Spence's smile all night and he's not sure he can keep his cool that much longer. It was hard enough sitting across from him at the dinner table, listening to him whisper the latest gossip in a low, conspiratorial tone. Checking out Spence now when there's not much chance they'll be interrupted is the worst thing he could do, so he keeps his eyes on the floor until he feels a hand on his shoulder.
He looks up and right into that smile, and God, he wants to pull Spence forward and kiss him hard. Or maybe just talk to him, because he's pretty good with words and he's always been able to talk his way out of anything. He's never had to talk his way into something like this, though, not with somebody like Spence, and what he's already got is an awful lot to lose.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Lenny answers, pasting on his most casual grin as he follows Spence out to the pool. Only once he's out there he's not all that ready after all, because the last time they were here together there was a lot more blood, and Lenny's very short life was flashing before his eyes. But Spence was there to save him that time, just like Lenny saved Spence when it counted. And Spence is here this time too, so Lenny takes a deep breath and wades into the water.
It's warm, and he remembers what Spence taught him the first time they did this, so he tries out a few strokes and before he knows it he's halfway across the pool. Spence is laughing a few feet in front of him, calling words of encouragement over Lenny's splashes. And every sound is way too loud in the stillness of the pool house, but Spence is still smiling at him and Lenny doesn't let himself look up to make sure there's no one waiting in the shadows to take a shot at them. That part of his life is over now, he reminds himself, and this part -- the part where he and Spence are friends for real -- is just beginning.
He swims a little closer to the other boy, and finally they're both at the edge of the pool, hanging on to the side with one hand and facing each other. Lenny's breathless and he's not sure if it's from the swimming or just watching Spence's smile from this close up, and when he reaches out and catches Spence's arm for balance he misses and finds his hand instead.
Spence's smile shifts to something just a little softer, almost like he's been waiting for this moment but hasn't been sure how to ask. Then he floats a little closer and this time there's no dismissing it as a really long handshake or just a friend helping another friend off the ground or a mattress, because their fingers are threaded together and Spence isn't letting go.
"I'm glad you're back," he says, his voice so soft even in the silence of the room that Lenny can almost believe he imagined it. "It hasn't...it hasn't been the same."
"Yeah?" Lenny answers, and he knows he could do this two ways. He could laugh it off, make it into a joke and let them both off the hook. That's what that other guy would have done, though, and he's trying not to be that guy anymore. Instead he tightens his grip on Spence's hand and tugs forward, letting the water do most of the work until they're floating barely six inches from each other. "How glad?"
For a second he thinks maybe Spence doesn't get it, but then those six inches are gone and obviously Spence does get it, because his hand leaves the wall to push through Lenny's wet hair and his lips press against Lenny's, clumsy and unsure and this is something that Lenny can teach Spence to do. It's only fair, after all, because Spence is teaching Lenny how to swim, and he deserves to get something in return.
Lenny lets go of the wall, carefully because he's still a little sketchy about this whole treading water thing, but Spence's hand leaves his hair to catch him around the waist and then Spence is treading water for both of them, leaving Lenny free to tilt his head just so and fit their mouths together more fully. Their skin's wet and sliding together and there are a thousand things Lenny wants to do right here in the pool. He wants to touch Spence, to run his hands all over warm skin and convince himself finally -- finally -- that Spence is alive and okay and not shot and bleeding like in Lenny's dreams.
He wants to peel off their swim trunks, to take away that last barrier between them and just feel Spence against him, the heat of his mouth and his hands and his cock all pressed up against Lenny. He wants to feel how much Spence wants him, more than Camille or anybody else who might have touched Spence in Lenny's absence. But mostly he wants to know that this is for real, that it isn't going to dissolve like one of his dreams when he wakes up in the morning in a dingy room with blank walls and bars on the window.
He worries Spence's bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard and getting a little whimper for his efforts when he finally pulls away. And what Spence lacks in technique he more than makes up for in enthusiasm, because his hands are all over Lenny, trying to pull him back into the kiss. For a second Lenny just watches, cataloging the flutter of Spence's eyelids and the glassy, unfocused need in his expression. Then he surges forward again, parting Spence's lips with his tongue and claiming what's his -- what's been his since that first day when they shook hands and promised to look out for each other.
Fingers trace the scar on his shoulder, so soft he barely notices the touch at first, but when he does he can't help flinching. Then hands are on his chest, pushing him away and his stomach clenches with the force of it. He waits for the blush, the stammered 'I'm sorry' and the guilty look, but it never comes. Instead Spence laughs and swims a few feet, glancing back at Lenny with an expression that's as much nerves as it is challenge. "This is supposed to be a lesson."
Lenny knows the game; he's supposed to follow Spence, and when he demonstrates what he's learned in the water, Spence gets to demonstrate what he's learned so far tonight. He misses that mouth already, but he's always been a patient guy and if Spence needs time to take all this in, then Lenny can wait. He can wait to find out what it's like to kiss Spence underwater, what it's like to feel the weight of Spence's cock in his hand. He can even wait to see Spence naked and flushed from head to toe and on his back in Lenny's bed, because he knows that every second of waiting will be worth it.
~
Drama class the next day, and Lenny didn't miss this at all, but it doesn't matter so much now that he doesn't have to fake it anymore. Besides, he's got the memory of last night to keep him occupied while everybody else is running lines, and even though they didn't get any further than making out it's plenty to keep Lenny busy until he can get Spence alone again.
He's hard at work imagining exactly that when he sees her, long, dark hair catching his attention from across the room. She's over by the door talking to Paul, and Lenny doesn't bother trying not to laugh at her incredibly bad taste in men. It makes him wonder about Camille, because no girl picks every gay guy in the senior class to hit on without noticing something.
"What?" Spence says, warm honey voice close to his ear. Lenny turns, half expecting Spence to be watching Camille, but those eyes are focused right on him and it's all Lenny can do not to kiss him right in front of the class.
"Nothing," he answers, smiling indulgently and brushing his knuckles across Spence's thigh. "Just glad to be back."
Spence's smile does things to Lenny's stomach he wouldn't admit to even on pain of torture, but that doesn't stop him from grinning right back. And he's not sure he can make it through a whole hour of drama practice after all, but maybe he can kill a little time talking to Camille. After all, she looks like she could use the help.