The feel of a warm hand running over his bare abdomen woke Remy from his sleep. Just enough to cause him to stir slightly as the rest of his body came into focus. Feeling the warmth and the added weight of someone curled up close behind him, spooning him.

"Humph." Groaned the body behind him.

Remy was not scared or overly alarmed anymore. He knew that humph anywhere if anything he was more puzzled and confused. Why was Spencer crawling into bed with him, and how did he even get in? 

Remy was not aware of Spencer having a key to his new place? Feeling Spencer nuzzle in closer to him, his hand ran along lower on his abdomen.

"Spencer," mumbled Remy in return.

Getting a hushed 'shhs' just behind his ear caused goosebumps to rise on his skin.

"Are you drunk?"

Spencer's response was a nod causing more goosebumps to form as his lips brushed against the nape of Remy's neck. Spencer has always been a lightweight, and it didn't take much for him to get trashed at all. Though, it didn't explain why he was here and not at his own place. 

Spencer wasn't concerned about how he ended up in Remy's bed. All he felt was comfortable and that the room stopped spinning since he laid his head down. Being a flirty drunk on top of the lightweight aspect just added more to his behavior. Not realizing his hand had a mind of its own. Playing along the waistband of Remy's boxers in a teasing manner. 

Remy felt his breath catch in his throat as Spencer became more daring. So much of himself was screaming he needed to push Spencer away but couldn't bring himself to do that. His heart burned for this kind of attention from Spencer. His mind was willing to look over the drunkenness for the time.

"Spencer. . . " Whispered Remy again as he slipped his hand beneath the thin fabric.

Remy's lame attempt at trying to stopp things, so when tomorrow came he could convince himself that he at least tried to stop it. Getting nothing but another drunk hush from Spencer. Sure Spencer was drunk, but he wasn't that fucked up. Very aware of his actions at the time, being sly in the fact that he didn't want Remy to know it wasn't that too far gone. Afraid to admit that he just wanted to be close to him. Touch him.

Spencer needed this more than Remy probably knew, or would allow himself to think. Tuning in on Remy's breathing as it shifted into a deeper draw. Having a firm pleasing grip over him. Remy getting harder with each stroke. In return, it only turned him on more. Leaning up slightly from the pillow, placing a kiss on the side of Remy's exposed neck. Biting down just enough to leave his flesh red. Biting was one of Remy's turn-ons, feeling Spencer's teeth pressed against his flesh and got a soft moan to leave his lips. The moan wasn't something he wanted to ever leave his lips. Quickly covering his mouth with the palm of his hand in embarrassment.

"Don't." Whispered Spencer, in between biting Remy again. "It's hot."

Unable to take the teasing he brought upon himself any longer. Spencer motioned for Remy to roll over and face him. Pulling him into a deep kiss as he did so. Becoming greedy and wanting attention himself. Remy picks up on it too. He had started to feel something pushing against his lower back. Hand working just as easily as Spencer's did, pulling his belt loose and popping the button open, the sound of his zipper was barely heard over their breathing. 

Spencer, getting that same catch in his throat as Remy slipped below his boxers. Another moan from Remy as he felt himself growing near. Spencer slowed his strokes just a hair but added more pressure which only drew out his end even longer. Biting down hard on his bottom lip as he came.