"We did. If I had known before, I'd have shown you. Who knows maybe you could have some motivation to stick around," He didn't hold it against Nicolas, he had to leave, he was being kicked out and all for never bothering with classes and he had very little reason to try, he supposed. William had hardly been a prize to aim for, he was an awkward kid who little sex appeal. He didn't quite come into his own until he hit twenty one. He really wasted his teen years.
"I'm not taken. What me and Dru have isn't exactly a relationship. She was my first and I'll always be there for her but the way she is and the way she acts, it's not much beyond what it is. She's not my girlfriend, she's just my ... princess," He laughed at that, unable to help himself. She was beautiful, she was sweet but she was never loyal. But Spike loved her with all his heart. "Nah, not that bad. I didn't take it up again until I met those losers. I suppose they're a bigger bad influence. You were probably my only positive one."
"You were shy." Nicolas remembered that much. Also that he'd been quite cute, but since that was more in the puppy dog and less the irresistible way, he decided not to get into that. "But we had some good times. Shocking you with my music. Think the first time you thought I might be an agent of hell or something, judging by the look on your face." Yeah, he really had been adorable.
Nicolas smiled. "I'm not surprised you ended up with a princess." More surprised at his own prince, but what could he help it? He hadn't been able to resist Lestat, not for a moment. He still wasn't. "But you can be proud of yourself. I haven't wanted to have anyone that badly since I met him." No, Nicolas saw no reason to hide that attraction. Not as if he really planned to act on it.
"Yeah, well, had no life experience. I was nothing. Less than nothing," He was pathetic until he found Dru, thank God he had found her. He had horrible images of himself still being the same old loser, trying to romance pretty girls by awkwardly floating near them using weirdly big words to try and interest them. He never had any kind of game, not until he decided to be Spike. "I liked it though just never had much time for music, you know. School work and all. When my mom, you know, croaked and all, first thing I did was go get me a CD player and some decent music."
He supposed losing her was the wake up call he'd needed to stop focusing on his work and his poetry and just do what he bloody well liked. Like listen to music and get pissed. Though that took a while to perfected as well. With a smirk, he leaned forward, struggling to hide his own pride at finally being able to get his first crush to like him. Maybe not love him but hey, he could at least get a fuck out of this. "I'm better than him. You ever want a go on a real man, just say. I'm always ready."
"I'm sorry about your mother." Nicolas didn't even know if his parents were alive, he never planned on contacting him again, but he remembered William bringing his mother up more than once. She'd obviously meant a lot to him, even if right now he talked as if it hadn't been a big deal. He reached out to put a hand on Spike's arm, which might have been a mistake. Just a bit too aware of how he felt.
"Nah." Maybe he should say more than that, but he didn't think he could even explain it properly to himself. But he wouldn't just give in to that desire. He'd stroked his ego enough for one day. "Just wanted to let you know you grew up well."
"Doesn't matter," Spike shrugged, not wanting to seem bothered. It had been a truly horrible moment for him but he found that if he pretended it didn't matter, it oddly didn't. Denial was beautiful. He looked down at the hand on his arm, remembering the first time Nicolas had touched him way back when in the music room, the way he'd gone bright red and stammered, knowing with such dread and uncertainty that he wanted Nicolas. And knowing it'd never happen.
And, apparently, it never would. Nicki was taken and he didn't seem that interested in cheating, no matter what he might have claimed. With a slightly meaningless smile, he moved away from the hand. "I know, I did a good job ageing. Like a good whiskey. Now, are you coming to crash with us or are you going home? Cause we're going to have to motor before Peaches gets stroppy with me."
Nicolas glanced down at his phone and shrugged. "Might as well. I don't have a ride." There was a good reason he'd told Lestat to go fuck himself, mostly having to do with him being a selfish bastard. A selfish bastard who might keep secrets from him and that thought hurt too much to really entertain for too long. "Can we play where you're staying?" Yes, it was all he really cared about. Because he might not be able to fuck Spike, but playing with him might almost be the better thing.
"Yeah but be prepared to have Angel yelling at us if we go past 2am. The big poof like his beauty sleep." Holding out his hand, he got to his feet and stubbed out his cigarette, picking up what was left at his bottle and downed what remained so he didn't have to lug it around with him. "We can play, I got a few new songs going and Dru always loves a show." He turned his head, trying to track down where she was. He had to assemble the gang and get them all home without incident. Not always an easy thing to pull off. "Come on then, let's get somewhere a little nicer."
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"I'm not taken. What me and Dru have isn't exactly a relationship. She was my first and I'll always be there for her but the way she is and the way she acts, it's not much beyond what it is. She's not my girlfriend, she's just my ... princess," He laughed at that, unable to help himself. She was beautiful, she was sweet but she was never loyal. But Spike loved her with all his heart. "Nah, not that bad. I didn't take it up again until I met those losers. I suppose they're a bigger bad influence. You were probably my only positive one."
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Nicolas smiled. "I'm not surprised you ended up with a princess." More surprised at his own prince, but what could he help it? He hadn't been able to resist Lestat, not for a moment. He still wasn't. "But you can be proud of yourself. I haven't wanted to have anyone that badly since I met him." No, Nicolas saw no reason to hide that attraction. Not as if he really planned to act on it.
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He supposed losing her was the wake up call he'd needed to stop focusing on his work and his poetry and just do what he bloody well liked. Like listen to music and get pissed. Though that took a while to perfected as well. With a smirk, he leaned forward, struggling to hide his own pride at finally being able to get his first crush to like him. Maybe not love him but hey, he could at least get a fuck out of this. "I'm better than him. You ever want a go on a real man, just say. I'm always ready."
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"Nah." Maybe he should say more than that, but he didn't think he could even explain it properly to himself. But he wouldn't just give in to that desire. He'd stroked his ego enough for one day. "Just wanted to let you know you grew up well."
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And, apparently, it never would. Nicki was taken and he didn't seem that interested in cheating, no matter what he might have claimed. With a slightly meaningless smile, he moved away from the hand. "I know, I did a good job ageing. Like a good whiskey. Now, are you coming to crash with us or are you going home? Cause we're going to have to motor before Peaches gets stroppy with me."
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