Overload - 3. Chapter 3

Many thanks to Talo Segura for taking on the job of beta reading this!  

Chapter 3

Spencer held his eyes closed, breathing as though he had been running for the last hour. The house was dark still, except for the hallway light that he left on all the time. He lay back on the sofa, running his hands along the suede. He had never felt so tired after a day at work, worn out, and ready to crash. His head throbbed and his stomach roiled. He had eaten half of his lunch earlier, but now he felt like he could eat an entire cow. If his stomach would stop knotting up.

His breathing began to calm. It wasn’t late, but it was already dark. Winter had come early. Sighing, he picked up his phone and tapped the screen. A few texts were waiting for him, one from an unfamiliar number. He smiled, and opened the message, hoping it was Adrien.

Hello. Fancy some dinner… see what happens?

I am hungry. Any suggestions?

Hrm… Italian?

Sure. La Cucina?

You’re an expensive date. LOL

I like the best, what can I say?

Meet you there in an hour?

Spencer checked the clock. Yeah, sounds good. See you soon.

A smiley face came back, and Spencer imagined the same look on Adrien—warm and inviting. Then he remembered that haunted look in his eyes. Was that because he had killed a suspect? Was there something more to him than just grief over killing a man? Hell, did there need to be more?

Dismissing those thoughts, Spencer sat up and picked up the bottle of Tylenol from his end table, popped a few and swallowed with the stale water he’d left out the night before. He was still dressed from work, and looked decent; he decided not to change. It had been a few days, but he was glad that Adrien had reached out to him. Giving a client his personal number had seemed odd, but he suspected with Adrien’s background, he would’ve found it on his own, or called the office until Spencer gave in. Either would’ve been fine with Spencer. Something about Adrien was different, calming, and while Spencer felt him the same way he’d been feeling other people, it wasn’t quite the same. It was a gut feeling that he could trust this man, could see himself with this man. Assuming Adrien wanted more than a one-night stand. Shit! I’m overthinking this. It’s a date. Not like we’re getting married or anything. Ugh.

Spencer checked his other texts.

Are you okay? Haven’t heard from you.

Yeah, I’m good. Thanks for filling in for Grace the other day.

UR welcome. Any plans 2nite?

I have a date.

Oh? That guy from the office the other day?

Yeah. We’re going to La Cucina.

Ooh. Special for a first date.

They have good food. How are you?

Fine. Waiting for Matt.

Spencer sent a smiling devil face, knowing that Matt and Becca were friends with benefits.

                Fuck off.

Yeah, okay. Talk to you later.

Have fun.

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Spencer arrived at the restaurant early. He put his car in park and looked around the lot, wondering which car was Adrien’s, if he’d even arrived yet.

Uncertain, Spencer went inside and asked for a table for two. The hostess led him to a table in the back, a darkened corner, with a candle on the table to illuminate the dim dining room. He tired to ignore the obvious attraction she felt, the doe-eyes she gave as she gestured toward the table. Spencer gave her a wan smile; whatever was going on with him, he couldn’t shake it with a few drinks, and he definitely needed to get it under control and soon. His thoughts drifted for a moment as he removed his overcoat. The hostess accepted it when offered. She gave him a ticket before walking away. Spencer took a seat and and surveyed the restaurant. He was the only one alone. Everyone seemed to be deep in conversation, enjoying themselves. There were a lot of people with bluish-red overtones around them. Some more reddish, and some were just dull yellows. He wiped his eyes, wondering if this had anything to do with lack of sleep, even though he had been sleeping fine.

A strange mixture of feelings assaulted him, disassociated, without a link to anyone. Spencer wondered if this was[Talo Segu1] a good idea. He stood, turned to leave, but a firm hand landed on his shoulder.

“Hey.”

The[Talo Segu2] voice was familiar. Heat suffused his face. He managed to smile and turned to towards the other man.

“Hey.”

Adrien gave him a toothy grin. “Is it just me, or were you about to leave?”

“Oh—” Spencer’s face grew hotter. “Sorry. I just felt a bit overwhelmed. I’m not good in public places right now. I thought there’d be less people,” he admitted, with reluctance.

Adrien’s brow furrowed. “Do you have social anxiety or something?”

Spencer sighed. “No. Not at all. Remember earlier when I mentioned the medical issues? It’s not a big deal, but I’ve just been… I don’t know how to explain it. When I'm around a lot of people, I just feel this weird emotional… overload. That may be the best way to describe it.”

Adrien nodded. “We could take our food to-go.”

Spencer looked up, surprised. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Come on. Let’s order something and—”

“We can go back to my place.” Spencer’s face heated. He wasn’t the sort to do things this way, innocent meaning or not. But, on the other hand, it had been a while since he’d enjoyed the company of a handsome man, one who seemed to be decent as well.

Adrien grinned. “Okay.”

“You can follow me. I’m not far from here.”

Nodding, Adrien wrapped an arm around Spencer’s back and escorted him to the hostess. Spencer gave him a look, but Adrien seemed unphased by it. It was comfortable, despite them being strangers. Adrien had to be too good to be true. Or, he was a perfect gentleman, just behaving in a way that he was taught. The thought had crossed Spencer’s mind that it was a protective and intimate gesture on Adrien’s part. He glanced side-long at the man, caught a glimpse of reddish-green around him, something he couldn’t make sense of. He didn’t understand what was going on with his brain, his feelings all seemed to be out of control.

They ordered their meals; Spencer tried not to watch Adrien too much, he couldn’t help it. Adrien seemed to be at ease, like he had been at the office. The same feeling of desire and calm flooded Spencer, but he tried to ignore it. Maslow’s hierarchy was at work, and his body needed certain things, in a certain order. Food being one of the first. The rest, or anything else that happened, all that could wait.

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“Damn, this is good,” Adrien said, forking another mouthful of food.

Spencer smiled. He closed his eyes, grateful for the calm. “I told you.” He looked at Adrien munching on his simple chicken plate.

“What did you get again?”

“Oh, it’s fresh-made fettucine noodles with lamb and marinara sauce.”

“You have good taste.”

“I invited you over, so, yeah, I must have.”

Adrien laughed, a rich, full-bodied laugh that brought out that golden glow around him. What is he?

“Funny[Talo Segu3] , too. Oh, good news. I have an interview at the college in two days.”

“Yeah? Congrats! I mean, if that doesn’t work out, I’m sure one of the others will.”

“I have a good feeling about this one.”

The[Talo Segu4] way he said the words, the way he looked at Spencer while he said them, spoke volumes. It was like being hit with a rock on the head, Adrien being the rock. But that was contradictory to the calm, composed man before him.

Those[Talo Segu5] licks of desire ran up Spencer’s spine, he smiled and blinked. “Oh? I have a feeling you might be trouble, but in a good way.”

Adrien grinned. “I ‘might’?”

Spencer took a bite of his food. Confidence was sexy, and Adrien had oozed it since they met.

“Okay, what else did you learn about me?”

“Actually, nothing much. You seem to be pretty private.”

“I am, but I’m not like a mole person or anything. I just like to control my environment and what information about me there is out there.”

“Hell, I only knew you were gay because of Becca’s facebook page. You know she calls you her gay boyfriend?” He laughed.

“She what?” Spencer choked. “Where did you see that?”

Adrien pulled his phone from his pocket and showed him a photo with the caption, “me and my gay boyfriend.” Spencer shook his head.

“She’s so fucking dead, next time I see her.”

“Which part don’t you like? The gay or boyfriend?”

Spencer gave Adrien a look. “The boyfriend bit.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Mm. I’m sure…”

“Really, Spencer, you can just ask her to remove it.”

“I know, but she knows I prefer that sort of thing to be private.”

“Yeah, I noticed you don’t have a facebook.”

“Might seem old-school, but as an elder millennial, I believe in calling people. Or texting them.”

Adrien laughed. “Okay, so… you’re what, thirty-five or thirty-six?”

“Same age as you.”

“Birthday?”

“April seventh.”

“No shit? Mine’s September seventh.”

Spencer smiled. “Virgo. Hrm. Earth sign, grounding… but can also put out fire.”

“I’d rather you put out than be put out.” Adrien grinned.

Spencer chuckled. “Right. And are you expecting that tonight?”

“I don’t expect much. I hope for things.”

“Is that so?” Desire woke in Spencer like lighting a flame. The golden glow that seemed to accompany Adrien became darker, shifted to a reddish tone. Spencer chuckled. “I admit, I was really intrigued earlier. I’m no shrinking violet, but I don’t normally do things like this…”

“Things like what, exactly?”

“You know, invite strange men over and contemplate—” Spencer looked into Adrien’s eyes and swallowed, “—first-date sex.”

“Who said anything about sex?” Adrien smiled, somehow innocent and inviting.

“Oh, I can tell. I can’t explain how I know, but you’re like… this,” he gestured from Adrien’s head to his torso, “…outline of desire.”

Adrien cocked his head to the side, his expression inquisitive. “What do you mean?”

Oh shit. “I, uh… I can’t really explain it.” And, I’m not going to. Not now.

“Could you try?” He sounded as warm as he looked.

“How about we save that for another day,” Spencer said, and shifted forward.

Adrien[Talo Segu6] leaned in.

“I want to kiss you.”

Spencer[Talo Segu7] felt the heat in his face, down his neck. He licked his lips, hoping he wasn’t misreading the situation. He reached for Adrien’s face and rested his palm against the other man’s cheek, then pulled him in. Their lips met, and Spencer inhaled like a knife, trying to find breath as heat flooded him. Adrien moaned and turned his head to the side, massaging Spencer’s tongue like an expert. The moment lasted forever. Spencer groaned, deepening the kiss, pulling Adrien closer, trying to get inside his skin. The only problem was they both had clothes between them.

Breathless, Spencer broke the kiss, nuzzling the side of Adrien’s cheek. He whispered, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

Adrien’s body shook, his chuckle rumbling. “Of course. I did say I hoped.”

“Oh, thank God.” Spencer took hold of Adrien’s earlobe and sucked the tender flesh. Adrien stretched his neck; Spencer took the invitation and bit the taut, extended column. He smelled good, fresh, with a hint of sweat. Hands found Spencer’s waist and pulled. Spencer surrendered, going with the tug until he was panting and looking down at Adrien. “Upstairs…” he breathed, taking Adrien’s hand and leading him to the master bedroom. He toed off his shoes and watched Adrien approach him. The man looked like he was on fire. Spencer blinked and tried to focus on the man and not the… energy—that was the best way Spencer could describe it—surrounding him. He bit his bottom lip and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Hold on… slow down.” Adrien took Spencer’s wrist. “I want to enjoy this. Just in case you decide you don’t want to see me again.”

Spencer huffed a chuckle. “I can hope.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Adrien said.

He began to come into focus. Spencer’s cock sat hard and aching against his underwear. “I’m not going to give you a strip-tease.”

“That’s for straight men,” Adrien teased. “Actually,” he ran his fingers through Spencer’s hair, “I just want to taste you, right now. I can look at you later.”

“Oh?”

“If you’ll let me.”

Spencer tried to focus. Instead of speaking, he nodded.

Adrien took over from where Spencer had left off with his shirt. He, unlike Spencer, remembered to pull the shirt from his pants. And unbutton the cuffs. The heat of his touch enveloped Spencer. After every button, Adrien ran his finger down the exposed skin, making an already tenuous hold on reality even more brittle. Thought had left Spencer behind. He was exposed nerves, with fire licking every inch of him. He watched as Adrien moved, slow, deliberate, precise. He took care to extend the tension, which Spencer hated in that moment. He wanted to be on his back, legs spread, lubed up, and being fucked stupid. He was already stupid from the intensity, but the pleasure was a tease. He heard his belt, felt the tug as it slipped out of the loops. He rocked his hips forward, moaning as his cock pressed against Adrien’s leg.

“Fuck me, Adrien.” He hoped it didn’t sound like a command. It was a plea. His desire to taste Spencer could wait for another time.

“In a hurry?” He smirked.

“No, but I can’t think, and you’re not helping by going so damned slowly.”

“Tsk… Are you sure?”

“Yes…” Spencer growled.

Adrien nodded and undressed Spencer with ease. Then he took off his own clothes, a blur to Spencer. He had lost all ability to concentrate. Need had replaced thought. He went to the nightstand and pulled out lube, then lay down on the bed. He settled until he was comfortable, then popped the lube lid and spread his legs. Adrien watched; Spencer heard the condom wrapper tear and poured the cold liquid onto his fingers. He began working his fingers inside himself, ignoring his cock. He wanted to feel this to the core of his being. It had been so long since he’d been fucked that as his hole stretched around his wet fingers, he moaned. He felt like two people. One was him, and one was Adrien, the desire and need ratcheting up until his head tipped back and he waited, still thrusting his fingers in and out of his ass.

The bed dipped, and Spencer slowed; he looked at the fire raging around Adrien, felt as he moved forward, lining up his hips. Once he felt the condom against his hand, he reached out and pulled Adrien closer. Tried to put the other’s man’s cock inside him. But Adrien shifted his hips back.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” Spencer said, breathless.

“I’m not worried about hurting you. I’m worried about coming too fast.”

Spencer huffed. “Just do it. There’ll be other times.”

“Promise?” Adrien said, his voice deep with desire.

“Not if you don’t—” Adrien’s cock slid in, a slow, deliberate thrust. “Oh, God,” Spencer moaned.

He cocked his knees back, opening himself even further. Adrien settled, arms on both sides of

Spencer’s torso, and he leaned down, kissing Spencer as his hips began to move. Sensation overloaded Spencer. He took hold of Adrien’s shoulders and dug his nails in. Each breath was heavy. He closed his eyes, letting the feelings of pleasure take him over. The heat surrounded him, like he was on fire and the fire. Two sensations, simultaneous pleasure and pressure that rushed like a flood And he rocked into the feeling, knowing that sweet edge of madness wouldn’t be far away, not if Adrien kept up the way he was. Adrien moaned, a low, perfect purr that made Spencer’s cock twitch. And twitch. He didn’t want to hold back. He moaned, thrusting his hips in rhythm with Adrien’s. Then, like he was at the top of a hill, he fell, his orgasm taking over. He cried out; semen exploded on his stomach, and that fire consumed him.

+++

Spencer groaned. There was a voice calling to him, but he couldn’t make out the words. He took a deep breath and tried to open his eyes. He was satiated and limp, body aching in all the right places.

“Spencer!”

“Hrm?” He blinked until he could hold his eyes open. Adrien looked at him, concern and confusion scribbled on his face.

“Hey… wake up.”

Spencer’s shoulder shook. He hummed again. “Yeah. I’m awake.”

“Holy shit! What the fuck just happened?”

“Huh?” Spencer looked at Adrien like he was an idiot. He’d had an orgasm, duh.

“You just passed out, Spencer.”

“I—what?” Confused, he sat up, his mind swirling.

“Seriously, are you okay? What happened?” Adrien asked.

“I’m, uh… not sure.” Spencer looked at the man sitting next to him.

“Adrien?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” There was a gentle caress across his thigh.

“That’s never happened before.” Spencer chuckled, his mind reeling like a fishing line. He couldn’t grab a thought, just the feelings of concern, the helplessness.

“I thought you’d fucking died. Don’t do—no… are you really okay?” Adrien asked.

“Yeah, I think so… Maybe I should get something with some sugar in it. A soda or something.”

“Hey, don’t rush. Just wait until you’re ready.”

Spencer shook his head. “I’m fine. I think. Jesus. I’ve never come that hard before.”

Adrien’s concern was just as strong as his desire. Spencer needed to get up and take a breath alone. He wiggled his legs to make sure they worked and got up. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get a drink.”

Adrien nodded, but his face was confused, like Spencer was speaking a foreign language.

Spencer grabbed his robe and went downstairs. He assessed what was going on. He didn’t feel sick, check. He didn’t have a headache, check. He opened the fridge and grabbed a can of coke. Popping the lid, he took a long sip. He didn’t feel weak, except with the fading tension that led up to his orgasm. He had no idea what was going on. No idea what was happening. He set the can beside the sink, turned on the water, and splashed some water on his face. I feel normal… Normal had been relative for a while, but in that moment, he didn’t feel anything but satisfaction. And clearly had been so satisfied that he’d blacked out… He grabbed a bottle of water and his can of coke and went back upstairs.

Adrien lay spread across the bed, propped up on his elbow. “Welcome back.” Spencer tossed the bottle of water to him. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” He sat down near Adrien and that feeling of concern swept over him again. The unspoken ‘are you okay’ like a neon sign as he looked at Spencer without speaking. “I’m okay. I don’t know what happened, but I’m fine now.”

Adrien nodded.

“Do you have to leave?” Spencer asked.

They looked at each other for a moment. “No. I can stay.”

Spencer nodded. “Bathroom’s through there. There’s an extra robe on the back of the door.”

Adrien leaned in and kissed Spencer, a gentle brush of lips that made nothing else matter. “Thanks.” He got up and went to the bathroom, closing the door a touch.

“Yeah, make yourself at home.” Spencer was scared. Not for his life, or that Adrien would hurt him. He was scared about being alone after what had just happened; scared there might be something wrong in his brain. He took another sip of coke and set it on the nightstand. He touched the necklace from his father and wished he had him to talk to, to ask questions. But he’d have to take the next best thing in the morning. He got his phone out of his pocket and checked his calendar. No appointments until ten-thirty, so he had time to speak to the Reverend. He was the only other person that might have some answers.

Spencer sighed and got under the covers. He lay on his back, thinking. Now that his thoughts had slowed down, he tried to make sense of what happened.

“Hey, you good?”

Surprised, Spencer turned toward Adrien. “Yeah. Promise.” He smiled. “Take it as a good thing. Like I said, I don’t remember ever coming that hard before.”

Adrien grinned. “As long as you’re willing to return the favor…”

Spencer’s eyebrows rose. “Um, yeah, if you want me to.”

“Of course I do. I like to bottom sometimes.”

Spencer chuckled. “I like to think of it as taking turns.”

“Taking turns, then.”

Spencer grabbed the edge of the covers on Adrien’s side of the bed and pulled them back. “Come on. Oh, are you against, you know, cuddling a bit?”

“No. Especially when I’m worried about you.”

“I know. But it’s fine. Just… come on. Let’s get some sleep.”

“Yeah, okay,” Adrien said, siding under the covers. He reached out and wrapped his arm around Spencer, and the concern was palpable, but so was the calm. For a long time, Spencer listened to Adrien breathe, ignoring the erection pressing against his thigh. He could go again, too, but he didn’t have a stash of condoms. But he could easily use his mouth to get Adrien off in the morning.

+++

“Oh, God, that was good. Where the hell did you learn how to do that… I don’t know…” Adrien laughed.

“It’s a secret.” Spencer chuckled. “I hope you don’t mind that I woke you up.”

“Oh, no. Definitely not.”

Adrien reached out and ran his thumb across Spencer’s bottom lip. “You have a very wicked mouth, Mr. St James.”

Spencer grinned. Then he remembered that he needed to do something. “I’d make you breakfast, but I actually need to be somewhere before work.”

“It’s okay. As long as you make time for dinner again soon.”

“I think I can do that.” He smiled.

“Good. I’ll text you later, then.”

“Sure. Do you need anything before you go?”

Adrien leaned forward and kissed Spencer like he was the only man in the world, like he had found a secret place just for him, and it sent Spencer’s mind spiraling into idiocy.

“Just that,” Adrien said against Spencer’s mouth. “Talk to you later.” He smiled.

Spencer sighed. “Yeah.”

Adrien got dressed and left Spencer watching as he retreated. When he got his wits about him, Spencer got up and showered. He couldn’t focus, but he managed to go through the motions of cleaning up. He dried off and got dressed. Before leaving the house, he shot a text to his secretary that he wouldn’t be in until ten. It was eight-thirty; he had plenty of time. He grabbed the necklace off the nightstand and ran down the stairs. The bell tinkled in his pocket as he locked the door and got in the car. He backed out of the driveway and headed down the street. His arrival would be a surprise, but it couldn’t be helped. He needed some advice, even if it was from someone who had turned their back on him when he needed their confidence and support the most.