Fighting the Gravity

Tommy, 21, UCLA, actor.

spencerxaxel:

He knew Tommy was worried about him that was evident, he was sitting here with him making him eat delicious tacos. He wanted to tell him, he wanted to tell him that Jamie and him fought because after they decided to elope in Vegas Spencer mentioned Tommy’s heart being broken if he found out and Jamie may or may not have gotten angry that Spencer was always thinking of Tommy,but he couldn’t ,he couldn’t do that without somehow hurting the beautiful boy next to him. The last thing he ever wanted in the world was to hurt, or lose Tommy and both might just happen if he told Tommy about the current situation.

Spencer finished off the taco in his hand quickly, because he was a slob and because he really wanted to play Mario Kart. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he took the remote from Tommy’s hands and he snorted softly sat his words. “I win all the time without you letting me win,fuc k you “he nodded and shoved him slightly before shrugging “But since you came all the way over here, I might let you win”

"You think that," he countered, "But maybe I’m just a good actor." He shrugged nonchalantly, then pushed the start button. "You better not let me win, I’m going to beat you fair and square." It was unlikely, of course, since he wasn’t even very good at this game and what he said had been a total lie, Spencer just beat him every time. Mario Kart was not his strength with all the fucking waterfalls and bridges… It puzzled him how anyone could do it. So as today was no exception, he tried (he swore he did, or maybe he would pretend like he didn’t, because 7th place was just embarrassing), but lost, and threw his controller down on the cushion next to him.

"This doesn’t get boring for you? Beating me all the time?" he teased, leaning back against the couch and turning his head to look at Spencer. There was still this sad look in his eyes that didn’t look like it was going away any time soon and it caused this painful ache in his chest that he didn’t know what to do about. "If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen," he said, even though he was sure that sentiment was already expressed. "I just… I don’t like not knowing what’s hurting you so badly." He wore a concerned look on his features as he watched his friend’s reaction. "But I don’t want you to feel pressured to tell me either just… whatever, the offer is there."