Remy was surprised when he woke up the next morning, and he was still in Spencer's bed. Even more so when he realized that Spencer was still laying next to him. Their time together never bleed into the next morning. If for some reason it did Remy always woke up alone even with it not being his place. Spencer would have some spontaneous reason for not being home. This only rubbed in the fact more for Remy that Spencer would never be his, but this kind of changed that. Maybe Spencer was serious like he had said.

"Stop staring at me, I can feel it." Spoke a droggy Spencer face buried in his pillow.

Remy shoving him slightly, getting a groan out of him before he finally turned over.

"Is this how you're going to treat me? Elbow to the ribs every morning."

Remy smirking slightly, "All depends."

"Oh really!" Spencer, arching an eyebrow at him as he moved closer, pulling himself up against Remy. 

"Not really fair of you." His voice still filled with sleep as he got comfortable again.

Remy not daring to turn away from Spencer and his oddly loving self. Placing his arm around him as he sunk back into bed. Fingers combing through his dark locks, hearing the soft 'humm' in return. This right here was something Remy had only dreamt about. Wishing there was some way to just capture this moment and lock it in place. This was perfect for him. Spencer being eased back into sleep with the gentle touch. Reminding him of his mother when he was younger. One of the only good memories he had of his childhood.

Remy let as much time pass as he possibly could before he woke Spencer back up, "I have to go." 

He had work like always, nothing new there. Wishing he had a job that had better hours and pay, but he got by, and that's all that mattered.

"Not yet." Protested Spencer as he locked onto Remy, keeping him from moving any further away, "Just a few more minutes."

This was utterly melting Remy on the inside and out. That little voice inside of him still yelling and telling him that this was just some little phase for Spencer, that he was going to be the only one hurt at the end of it all.

"I can't be late again." Remy really didn't want to move let alone leave.

"Fine," Spencer spoke tossing his arm away, releasing Remy from his hold, propping himself up on his elbow. Blue eye's looking up at him. 

"You coming back?"

"You want me to come back?" Remy asked the shock not hidden in his voice.

"Yes, asshole."

Remy smirking, "I can. Got both jobs today so, it will be kind of late, and I know you have an early morning tomorrow."

"If the shop gets to open a little late who cares. Most clients are late anyway, and I have the first appointment on the books, so it's whatever really. Ain't getting ink if I'm not there." Spencer, not too concerned about his tomorrow. 

He was more interested in what his night was going to be like.

"If that's what you want. I'm not one to say no," Remy spoke, getting up from bed, pulling on his pants, looking around for his shirt.

"Hey don't act like it's just me that wants it." Spencer getting cocky in his tone. "I know how you feel about all that is me." Motioning to himself with his hand.

"Fuck off."

Spencer once again exploiting Remy's feelings for him. Knowing his love for him using that against him even if it was playfully at the time. 

Remy gave up on finding his own shirt, and pulled on Spencer's that was lying on the floor, picking up his now-dead phone from the nightstand as well before Spencer stopped him in his tracks. Grabbing him by his back pants pocket pulling him hard onto the bed.

"I'm going to want you and my shirt back later." Spoke Spencer leaning over the top of Remy.

"Maybe I'll be nice and let you have both, but I really need to get going," Remy spoke, pushing Spencer off of him but not till after he stole a kiss.

One that Spencer turned into a little more than just a kiss before finally giving in and letting Remy go.

"Also, you got a nice mark on you." Spencer, motioned to the side of his neck. Remy took a look in the mirror as he passed down the hall.

"Great." Huffed Remy as he headed out. Wondering how he was going to explain the hickey.

A large part of himself was quite happy. Hell, even proud to bear such a mark on him. Being claimed by Spencer wasn't a bad thing at all to him. Before, the two of them were always careful to make sure their time together was never discovered by anyone else. Especially Spencer, warning Remy to cool off at points if things seemed to get a little rougher than he was happy with at the time, last night had been completely different. No limits were set on him.