Spencer had been on a date or two over the years. Just because he was the nerdy type didn't mean that he hadn't ever gone out before. However, he'd never had any kind of dates like this. He'd never been courted so completely by someone before and he was enjoying every single second of it. Remy took him out to dinner once or twice just to get Spencer out of his apartment, or he'd take him for a short walk to get fresh air, but he understood just how much Spencer was studying and he took to bringing meals with him to Spencer's apartment and getting him to take a break at least long enough to eat and relax a little. Spencer loved every minute of it. Remy was charming, sweet, a little bit crazy, and he had a wicked sense of humor that had Spencer either blushing or laughing until his stomach hurt, or both.

Then finals week rolled around. If Spencer hadn't already been falling for the crazy and amazing Cajun, that week would've really cinched it.

Remy basically set up camp in Spencer's home with him without invitation and despite any of Spencer's half-hearted protests. Each morning, he woke Spencer up and made sure that he had enough time for breakfast and a shower before he had to hurry off to class. He was there every night to pull Spencer from his books and feed him before forcing him to go to bed—and he slept on the couch the entire time. When Spencer tried to stammer out something, not quite sure what, about bed arrangements, Remy just put a finger over his lips to cut him off and smiled before pulling his finger away and kissing him. "I aint here f' none of dat, Spencer, so don't waste time worrying about it, all right? I'm here to make sure y' make it t'rough finals week wit'out getting any skinnier dan y' already are."

By the time that finals week was done with, Spencer was still exhausted, but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been in previous years. Still, when he got home, he was half awake at best and looking forward to falling in bed and sleeping for at least a day. He'd gotten so used to finding Remy waiting for him when he got in that he didn't even startle when the Cajun met him just seconds after he came in. He let Remy take his bag and his sweater and hang them up and then the hands that had become increasingly familiar were nudging him forward, escorting him down the hall. Spencer was steered into his bedroom and coaxed through the motions of getting out of his shoes and even getting his contacts out. He was just tired enough that he didn't even balk at stripping off his pants with Remy there in the room. Any other time and he would've been blushing furiously. But after working his brain in overtime lately, it felt like he'd just sort of shut down. The Spencere thing had happened previous years. His brain just shut off and he turned into what Scott had always jokingly called 'Zombie Spencer'.

Somehow he ended up lying down in his soft bed and Remy's arm was skating over his arm in a soothing stroke that had him humming happily. That happy sound turned to a complaining one when the touch vanished.

He heard a soft chuckle from nearby and then his hair was being smoothed back from his face. "Get some sleep, cher."

But Spencer didn't want that touch to go. Half out of it as he already was, his usual inhibitions weren't there and he reached up, feeling around until he found fingers. Then he curled is own around them and gave a small tug. "Please?" He mumbled. There was another laugh and then the bed dipped and Spencer sighed happily as Remy stretched himself out on top of the blankets at Spencer's side. He waited only until Remy was settled in and then he was scooting close and snuggling up against him. Remy pulled him in close and tucked the blankets up around him, ending with one of his hands stroking lightly through Spencer's hair. "G'on to sleep, mon chou." Remy murmured to him. "I'll be here when y' wake up."

Snuggling down against Remy's chest, Spencer followed his advice and let himself drift off to sleep.

Everything was warm and fuzzy when Spencer woke. His bed was soft, the blankets warm, and he could feel the easy presence of someone near him before he even registered the feel of that solid body beside him. Still mostly asleep, he didn't really register who the presence was, just that they were someone he'd labeled 'safe' in his mental catalogue, and he made a soft sleepy sound before rolling over and cuddling right up against a solid chest. His arm slid under the blankets and wrapped over Remy's side. Against his cheek, he felt the rumble of laughter, and then an arm slid around him. "Mornin' to y' too, cher. Aint y' just de snuggly one."

Spencer's brain seemed to come online all at once at the sound of Remy's voice. Remy's voice. This was Remy he was snuggled up to. Remy he was pretty much lying on top of. Oh, holy crap. Spencer carefully blinked open his eyes and found himself staring at the blank tank top that covered Remy's chest—a chest he'd ogled enough times lately to easily recognize it. He had a vague memory of making it home from his last test of the day, of climbing up the stairs to his apartment and feeling like he was drifting more and more with each step, and then opening the odor and finding Remy there waiting for him. Had he really tugged the man down into bed with him? Heat filled Spencer's cheeks and he turned his face in to hide it against Remy's chest, which was once more shaking with laughter. "Now, now, dere aint no call to be shy. Y' sure wasn't shy when y' twined dem endless legs of y'rs around m' waist."

"Remy!" Spencer moaned out his name and tried to burrow in further against him. Oh, God. He'd always been a clingy bedmate. Scott and Alex had taunted him about it endlessly over the years. He couldn't be in bed with someone without somehow latching on to them. He could only imagine how much he'd wound himself around Remy. Face burning, he opened his eyes a little and glared at Remy's shirt. "A gentleman wouldn't taunt me about what I did while sleeping."

Remy let out a snort. "Aint never claimed to be a proper gentleman."

A small tilt of the head allowed Spencer to peek up through his bangs towards Remy's face. The older man was lying flat on his back, one arm behind his head to prop him up just enough that he could look down at Spencer, and his dark eyes were twinkling a little with the good humor and affection that Spencer could easily feel wrapped around him just as warmly as the blanket was. There was lust in there too, something he'd grown sort of used to feeling from the man when they were together. It was a little stronger than normal. Then again, that was kind of to be expected. Judging by the body he was pressed against, Remy had stripped down at some point during the night—he remembered a fully dressed Remy lying on top the blankets when they'd first started out—and he was in just boxers and a tank top now, much like Spencer. Compared to him, Spencer felt small and a little gangly. Remy felt big and solid underneath him.

But, it was hard to hold on to his awkwardness, or even his embarrassment, when Remy's hand stroked down his spine and he could literally feel the Cajun's lust grow. It made that blanket of emotions a little warmer and the young empath couldn't help responding to it. He snuggled in a little closer and nosed against Remy's chest. "You're warm." He didn't just mean emotions, either. His body was just as warm.

"Y'r like a lil lizard, soaking up de heat." Remy teased him. "Mon petit lézard."

"That sounds incredibly unattractive."

Chuckling, Remy kissed the only part of Spencer he could reach; the top of his head. "Y'r always attractive to me. Gotta admit, t'ough, dis sleepy look is hitting de top of m' favorites. Y' look much better dan y' have lately. How y' feeling?"

There was a pause as Spencer tried to get his brain to wake up a little more. Functioning without coffee was never his strong suit and he was finding it easy to sort of lose himself in the press and touch of Remy's emotions. They made it easy for him to forget just how embarrassed he'd been moments ago when he'd woken to find himself lying here. It was just, this was Remy. The man had taken Spencer out lately, courted him, spoiled him, taken care of him like no one except his brothers had ever done. Remy had stuck around through Spencer's insanity and through all the late nights and long hours of studying even though it couldn't have been fun for him. Sure, sometimes Spencer had heard him on the phone, taking care of business that Spencer knew better than to ask about. But whatever that business was, he must've taken care of it during the time Spencer was in classes, because he'd been there nonstop for the past week, always there when Spencer came home, someone he could really rely on. Spencer found himself opening up and maybe, just maybe, beginning to trust this amazing man with parts of his heart. Compared to that, trusting him here with his body was easy.

Realizing that had the tension bleeding out of Spencer. It made his body just a little heavier, melting down into Remy instead of lying so tense. He curled one hand in Remy's shirt against his side and then hitched himself a little closer. "'m fine." He murmured in answer to Remy's question. A yawn cut him off from saying anything more.

Testingly, Spencer drew his leg up, letting it slide between Remy's. The response he got was immediate. Remy's lust grew thicker and a small moan slipped past the man's lips. With his thigh he could feel that a certain part of Remy was more awake than the rest and was definitely taking an interest in things. That gave him the courage to keep going. He'd been thinking about this for days now, since he'd first tried to make the offer for Remy to sleep in his bed instead of on the couch—really, he'd been thinking about it since that first day he'd stripped the bruised and bleeding man on his couch and had caught sight of all those miles of tanned skin. Remy had been a gentleman so far in the physical aspect of things, wanting to 'do it right' with him. Time to show Remy that he was ready and this time was right.

He rubbed his cheek lightly against Remy's chest and nuzzled in against his shirt. He pressed a light kiss against him and scratched his nails lightly over his side, emboldened by how Remy sucked in a sharp breath at that. The older man's hand trailed down Spencer's back in a touch that was just a little bit firmer, more of a caress than a soothing rub now, and Spencer arched into it even as he moved his head up, kissing along Remy's chest, up his neck, until finally their lips met. It wasn't hard and hot, but soft and gentle, just as sleepy and lazy as they were right then. It felt perfect. Spencer let himself get lost in the heat of Remy's mouth and the taste of him that was pure Remy with just a hint of the peppermint he sucked on to counter the smell and taste of his cigarettes.

Remy wasn't passive under him. His hands found their way to Spencer's hips and he pulled on him until the younger man was stretched out over his body and they were both groaning at the friction and pressure that created. Their kiss broke and Spencer stared down into devilish eyes that had starred in his dreams many a time lately. He was beyond grateful that Remy didn't bother asking him if he was sure. He must've seen the answer clear in Spencer's eyes. His lust spiked and his eyes flashed and then he was arching up to capture Spencer's lips in a kiss once more.

The sudden tightening of Remy's hands was his only warning before suddenly Spencer found himself rolled over onto his back. He blinked open his eyes in surprise and found Remy staring heatedly at him and then they were kissing again and, oh, he could kiss. This one was hotter, a bit more demanding, and Spencer moaned into it. He let himself be devoured and loved every second of it.

When they broke apart, Remy's lips stayed right up against Spencer's and the young genius could feel them move as Remy murmured "Y' got such a kissable mouth, cher. S' soft and sweet. I could kiss y' all day an be happy bout it." As if to prove his point, he dipped back in, capturing his lips once more. His hand cupped the side of Spencer's face, holding him there. Spencer felt his tongue flick over his lip and opened easily. All thoughts were chased out of his head as that agile tongue remapped out every inch of his mouth. This time when their kiss broke, Spencer found himself lifting up as if to capture his lips once more. Remy gave a warm little chuckle. He leaned back down, but instead of going for his lips, he trailed his across his jawline. The feel of his teeth nipping at his ear had Spencer sucking in a sharp breath.

Hesitantly, he lifted his hands, putting them on his hips. He wanted this, but there were still enough nerves that he wasn't quite sure what to do with himself. But the added connection of holding on to Remy helped him to anchor on the other man and relax again. It strengthened what he was picking up from Remy with his empathy and he lost himself a little in the lust rolling off the other man. Lust, twined together with affection and caring that made Spencer sigh happily.

That sinful mouth was moving over his neck now, licking and nibbling his way down. Spencer tipped his head, content to let Remy take the lead here, and Remy took advantage of that move. He bit the juncture between neck and shoulder, drawing a soft sound from Spencer that only inspired Remy to turn it to a longer, suckling kiss, raising a bruise on his pale skin. That had Spencer's hands clenching over his hips and the sound he made was a little louder this time. Remy chuckled against his skin and moved back up, claiming his mouth once more.

They were really going to do this. A fantasy he'd had for a while now and he was actually going to get to indulge in it. Spencer felt like he was high on all of this. If it wasn't for the emotions he could really feel, he might've thought this was one very vivid dream. But Remy's emotions were real and right there against him just as much as his body was. Feeling Remy shift more over him, Spencer decided that he didn't give a damn if it was a dream or not. He wanted this so damn much. And Remy was right here giving it to him, taking from Spencer while still offering from himself. One thing Spencer knew he could be sure of was that Remy was a good person, one who did care for Spencer, and he was kind. He wasn't going to laugh at Spencer in a mean way or put his down for anything he did, so what was the harm in indulging himself in the things he'd been fantasizing about?

Gathering his courage, Spencer slid his hands up just a little, letting them dip underneath the hem of Remy's shirt. He ran his hands over his sides and to his back, tracing the planes of muscles he'd seen before and ached to touch. His nails scraped over Remy's spine and he was pleased when the man gave little shiver, moaning into their kiss. Spencer drank the sound down, letting it make him bolder. He scratched again, drawing his hands around to his front so he could feel the muscles in his stomach, ones that he'd been admiring since that first time he'd taken Remy's shirt off. He slid his hands up, pulling up the shirt, and Remy helped him by pulling it off and tossing it aside.

Heat built low in Spencer's stomach. This was really happening. Remy was really here, above him, wanting him.

As if he knew just what he was thinking, Remy drew up from his, propping up on his arm so he could look down into his face. "Look at y'. I've been t'inking about dis, about having y' under me like dis. Y'r so gorgeous, Spencer." His other hand settled on Spencer's hip, stroking up his side. The young genius might've been embarrassed any other time. Right then, locked in Remy's eyes, he couldn't feel anything but the heat. Then Remy's hand moved up, sliding underneath his shirt, and when fingers brushed over his slender stomach he couldn't help his gasp. Then Remy's hand slid up to his chest to run over his nipple and Spencer's gasp turned into a low throaty moan—one that was echoed by Remy when he found something that he obviously hadn't expected, and that Spencer hadn't really stopped to think about.

Long fingers froze on his chest, right over top of a piercing that very few knew he had. Surprise and arousal flared from him. "Spencer," He said slowly, his voice a pleased sort of purr. "Y've got y'r nipples pierced." He tugged lightly at the small hoop, making Spencer moan, and then moved over to find the other one. "Both of dem! Aint y' just full of surprises."

"I got drunk with Lex a few days after my birthday and I woke up with them." A tug on the hoop made Spencer gasp sharply and actually lift up off the bed a little. "Ah! Remy, oh. I, ah, I mean, he bet me I wouldn't keep them for at least a year, so…"

"So y' just had to keep dem in." Remy concluded. "Can't turn down a bet, can we?"

Remy's fingers continued to toy with the one ring and it distracted Spencer as Remy's other hand quickly and efficiently stripped him of his shirt. His moans turned into an embarrassingly high pitched sound when Remy dropped his head down and drew one ring between his teeth. The sound only spurred Remy on, though. He tugged on the ring and then released it to flick his tongue over his nipple. While his mouth worked on one, his fingers moved to the other, and soon Spencer was caught up in the heady waves of arousal, too lost to even care what kind of sounds he was making. He didn't even realize he was lifting his hands until he found them threading in Remy's hair. All he could do was hold on as Remy drove him crazy with his mouth, making his gasp and writhe and moan. He'd always been sensitive there and it appeared the piercings made it even more so. This was the first time Spencer had been with anyone since he'd gotten them done. Little electric jolts ran over Spencer with each gentle tug of Remy's teeth, each swirl of his tongue.

Remy was deliberately setting out to drive him wild. He had gotten to know Spencer well and he could see the nerves in him and he wanted to make the younger man so delirious with pleasure, so lost he wouldn't have time to think about anything but him and what they were doing. He put all his knowledge to use and played Spencer's body until he was twisting underneath him, moaning and gasping. Then he drew back up, sealing their mouths together, drinking in his pleasure sounds.

It was working. Spencer was so lost in it all, he never noticed Remy's one hand slipping lower until suddenly it was sliding underneath the waistband of his boxers and was wrapping around the hard length waiting there. Spencer broke the kiss to throw his head back on a ragged groan that echoed through the room.

Remy curled his fingers around Spencer and gave a teasing stroke that only made him moan again. "Listen to y'. Y'r a loud one, aint y'? Keep dat up an de whole building's gonna know y'r in here gettin' loved. Is dat what y' want, cher? Y' want dem to hear y' in here, beggin' under me?"

Oh sweet God. Spencer's hips pushed up into Remy's grip and his hands scrambled for some kind of purchase on the sheets. "Please, please, Remy please!"

"Now, dat's a pretty sound right dere. Please what, mon cher? What do y' want?"

"Please, oh!" He was cut off by another moan when Remy's hand slid lower, cupping his balls in the palm of his hand while one finger slipped behind them and pressed against that sensitive spot. He scratched his nail lightly there and the sound Spencer made was louder than ever. He couldn't be embarrassed about it, though, not when Remy did it again and again until Spencer was almost sobbing from it. "Please, Remy, want you in me, oh, please!"

Remy's forehead pressed against his and he was pleased to hear the ragged moan the moan gave. "Y'r gonna be de death of me, cher." He said against Spencer's lips. "I didn't come here plannin' f' dis. I aint got no wrapper on me. Y'r gonna have to settle f' dis, at least right now." He slipped his hand a little lower and let his middle finger pressed against Spencer's entrance, a teasing presence that promised more and didn't give anywhere near enough. "Mais, as soon as I can, I'm makin' a trip to de store, an den I'll give y' exactly what y' want. F' now," That finger withdrew and Spencer whimpered at the loss. That whimper turned to anther moan when Remy wrapped a hand around his length once more. "Dis is gonna have to do. Let's see how many of dem sexy noises we can draw outta y', hm?" He brushed his nose against Spencer's and nipped at his bottom lip. "C'mon, cher, show me what y' want. Show me what y' need."

His husky words were lighting a fire inside of Spencer. He couldn't stop how his hips jerked up into Remy's tight hold. That was exactly what Remy wanted, though. He hummed happily against Spencer's lips. "Dere y' go, cher. Jus' like dat. Dat's it. Can't wait till y'r pushin' in me like dis."

That drew a startled sound from Spencer and had his eyes snapping open—when had he closed them?—to lock onto Remy's.

Remy grinned at that reaction. "What? Y' didn't t'ink I'd be up f' switching? Oh, cher, trust me. I'll fuck y', jus' like y' want, mais y' better believe I want dis in me at some point too." His hand clenched down just enough to make Spencer shudder.

Somehow, the two of them managed to coordinate their moves for a moment and Remy let go of Spencer long enough to help them both strip out of their boxers. Then Remy was back over him, wrapping one hand around him again while he settled himself over Spencer's thigh, providing himself with a place to rut against as he used his hand to drive Spencer absolutely crazy.

The slide of skin over skin was driving Spencer crazy. His hips were pushing up now, unable to help it, encouraged by the filth Remy was murmuring into his ear. He had no idea the sounds he was making and he didn't really care. All he could do was wrap his arms around Remy and try to hold on as Remy took over the motions and began to stroke him with just the right pressure, and that tiny little twist, drawing even more sound from him. He was babbling, begging, and he didn't care. He dug his nails into Remy's back as he cried out again. Sparks danced over his skin, over Remy's skin, little fireworks of blue and pink and purple that were like little shocks against his skin, tingling over his nerves. The way that Remy gasped and twitched against him told him that they were doing the same for him.

The pressure built even more down low and Spencer's whole body seemed to bow up on Remy's next stroke. His lips were caught in a kiss and Remy's hand gave a squeeze and it was all too much for Spencer to take. His whole body went tight and his hips jerked as he practically screamed out his release. His charge danced over them both in response and, though he didn't notice it, he lost control of his empathy, projecting his orgasm to his partner as well. Remy cried out in surprise and he thrust against Spencer's hips a few times as he too found his release.

Everything was peaceful as Remy dropped down onto him—for about three seconds. Then suddenly there was a crash out in the main room of Spencer's apartment that sounded disturbingly like his door being broken down.

Later, Spencer would admire Remy's reflexes that allowed him to shoot out of bed even as he was grabbing a deck of cards from, somewhere. Spencer had a different set of instincts and he reached out first with his empathy. What he found had him freezing for one second, which was one second longer than he should've. As he felt those familiar emotional signatures coming closer, he snapped out of his shock and scrambled to draw the blanket around himself even as he reached out to snag Remy's arm, almost falling out bed as he did. "No! Remy, it's…"

The bedroom door snapped open and this would forever be a memory that would haunt Spencer. Him, halfway hanging out of bed, a blanket just barely wrapped around him, clinging to the arm of his very naked lover, who flung a charged card at the two intruders, blasting them backwards.

Spencer watched them go flying backwards and he groaned. "…my brothers."

Immediately, he felt Remy freeze. "Quoi?"

There was no time for Spencer to really respond to that. Both his brothers were getting up and he could see Alex preparing a blast and Scott's hand was lifting for his sunglasses and if Spencer didn't stop this, there was a good chance his whole apartment was going to get destroyed. Pulling on Remy's arm, forcing him back a few steps, Spencer gripped onto the blanket with his other hand and held it over his waist as he scrambled out of the bed and onto his feet. "Stop!" he shouted loudly. "Dammit, you two, just stop!" The only thing that kept Spencer from actually falling was Remy's hands closing around him, keeping him upright, but Spencer could only be grateful because that meant that Remy didn't have any hands free to throw anymore of his little bombs.

Unfortunately, it put him right between Remy and his brothers, and oh wow did his brothers look pissed. "What the hell?" Alex demanded, shoving forward and glaring at them. "What's going on here? Are you okay? We heard you screaming."

Just when he hadn't thought his embarrassment could get any worse!

Scott moved up to Alex's side and Spencer recognized the sharpness around his sunglasses that meant that he was glaring. It wasn't directed at Spencer, though. It was directed at Remy. "You." He breathed the word out like it was something foul. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Wait a second, what? Spencer turned to look over his shoulder at Remy, who was smirking at Scott with a cocky, sharp-edged look that Spencer had never seen on his face before. "Hey dere Cyke. Havok."

"Gambit." Alex said lowly. He growled and stepped forward, stopped only by Scott's hand on his arm.

Furrowing his brows, Spencer stared up at his lover. "You know them?"

"Oui, ran into dem a time or two. Didn't know de was y'r frères." He looked down at Spencer and his expression softened. The cold, sharp edge faded to the more familiar warmth. "Je suis désolé, mon cher. If I'd known dey were who y' were talkin' about, I would've said somet'ing earlier." He lifted one hand and brushed a bit of Spencer's hair behind his ear, letting his fingers linger until a growl from the other side of the room reminded them both of their audience. They looked over to see Scott really holding Alex back now, and Alex glaring hotly at them. "Get your greasy Cajun hands off my baby brother." He snarled out. His sharp eyes snapped to Spencer. "Pidge, you need to get over here right now."

That commanding tone from Alex had never worked on Spencer before and it sure as hell wasn't going to work now. "Absolutely not."

"You've got no idea who you're dealing with. He's a Marauder!"

"Ex." Remy interjected calmly. "Ex-marauder. Gambit don't work f' no one but himself right now an especially not f' dat connard."

That was definitely something that Spencer could see they'd have to come back to later. Ex or not, the fact that he'd been a part of the Marauders was pretty damn important. But it was also something in his past and Spencer wasn't going to hold his past against him. Remy had been honest about being a thief right from the get go. If there were more that were relevant or important, Spencer was going to trust that he would've said it then as well, or any time over the past few weeks. "I don't care." He said firmly, making sure his brothers could see just how serious he was. "I don't care who you think he is or was or any of that. And the last I checked, it was no business of yours who I let into my home anyways."

"Spence…you don't know Gambit." Scott said slowly, looking from one to the other.

"I know him better than you think." Spencer shot back. If he'd felt any hesitation in defending the man behind him, it would've vanished at the hurt Remy had felt at Alex and Scott's words. "Now, why don't the two of you go and see about fixing whatever damage your unnecessary entrance did to my front door while we find our clothes? We can all talk, calmly, in the kitchen. But if you two can't behave, I promise you I have no qualms about kicking you out of my home. You're my brothers but neither of you are my parents and neither of you choose who I involve in my life. If you want to try, you can walk right out the door once you're done repairing it."

It took Scott physically pushing Alex out of the room, but the two finally left and shut the door behind them. Only then did Spencer drop his firm stance. He bowed his head and wished in that moment that the floor would open up and swallow him whole. This was the single most embarrassing moment he'd ever had. "Well…"

"Helluva way to meet de family." Remy quipped dryly.

That startled Spencer. He looked up to find Remy smirking at him, humor twinkling in his eyes. Amusement filled him. He found himself smiling back, and then chuckling. "I'm never going to live this down. Oh, God." He covered his face with his hands and groaned his embarrassment. "They're going to taunt me for the rest of my life."

"Aint every day y' hear y'r petit frère screaming out in passion an mistake it f' someone hurtin' y'." Remy teased him.

Spencer groaned and dropped his head down. He heard Remy laugh and then long arms were wrapping around him. "Shoot me now." Spencer groaned.

Chuckling, Remy pressed a kiss against his hair. "Sorry, cher, no can do. I like y'r company too much."

"Ugh. Fine." Blowing out a breath, Spencer wiped his hands over his face and then dropped them down. Tipping his face up, he found Remy smiling down at him, so much warmth and emotion in his eyes and pressing against Spencer's mind that it wiped away his frown. He found himself smiling back softly at him. "What do you say, Remy? You ready to find some pants and go face down my brothers? I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to slip out the window over there and make a run for it."

Remy tipped his head back and laughed. When he looked back down at Spencer, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever. "Bring it on." He cupped Spencer's face between his hands and kissed him, long and deep. When they broke apart, they were both panting a little, but they were also both smiling.