Page 8 of Unfinished Noise

Home meant escape routes.

Home meant his art room.

Home meant he could breathe if things went sideways.

He didn’t want to need that safety net, but he was glad it existed.

As the others talked, Alfie leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Jamie could hear. “Hey,” he murmured, “just so you know… Nathan and I? We’re going to be right there with you. Front line. If Billy starts any of his nonsense, he’s not getting past us.”

Jamie blinked, caught off guard by the fierceness in Alfie’s tone. Alfie wasn’t a fighter—he was gentle, soft-spoken, the kind of person who apologized when someone else bumped into him. Hearing the edge in his voice made something warm bloom in Jamie’s chest.

“Thanks,” Jamie whispered back. “Really.”

“You’re family,” Alfie said simply. “We protect family.”

Jamie swallowed hard, nodding. Spencer’s hand brushed his under the table, fingers curling around his for a second before letting go. It wasn’t a showy gesture—instead a reminder that he wasn’t alone in any of this.

The restaurant buzzed around them—laughter, clinking glasses, the sizzle of fajitas passing by on a tray. Jamie let the noise settle around him like a blanket. In that moment, those three people made him feel safe.

Not from the tour. Not from Billy. Not from the past. Safe in the way he knew he wasn’t facing any of it alone.

Jamie flopped onto the couch the second they got home, kicking off his shoes and pulling his knees up to his chest. The thought of Billy standing close to his Daddy Spencer made him pissed off. Billy was cocky, and he was sure he would be way too touchy with Spencer during practice. Something knotted deep in his middle thinking about it.

Spencer shut the door behind them and locked it. He didn’t say anything at first, just watched Jamie for a second before walking over and sitting down right beside him. One big hand landed on Jamie’s thigh and stayed there.

“You’re quiet,” Spencer said. “Still thinking about our trip?”

Jamie nodded, eyes on his lap. “He’s going to be all over you. I hate it.”

Spencer’s fingers squeezed gently. “Come here.” He pulled Jamie into his lap so Jamie straddled him, facing him. Spencer’s hands slid under Jamie’s shirt and up his back, warm and steady. “I don’t want either of them. I want you. Only you.”

Jamie leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then deeper when Spencer’s tongue pushed past his lips. Spencer’s cock was already hard under him, pressing up against Jamie’s ass through their jeans. Jamie rocked his hips once, testing, and Spencer groaned into his mouth.

“Bedroom,” Spencer muttered. He stood up with Jamie still wrapped around him and carried him down the hall. Jamie’s back hit the mattress a second later. Spencer yanked Jamie’s shirt off, then his own, and worked on their pants. Jamie lifted his hips so Spencer could tug his jeans and underwear down in one go. His cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.

Spencer stripped the rest of the way and climbed on top. He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicked two fingers, and pushed them straight into Jamie’s hole with little warning. Jamie gasped and arched, but Spencer’s mouth was already on his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

“Gonna fuck you slow,” Spencer said against his skin. “Gonna make sure you feel every inch. Then I’m gonna mark you so you remember who you belong to.”

Jamie moaned when Spencer’s fingers curled and rubbed that spot inside him. His hole clenched around the digits, greedy for more. Spencer pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and pushed in. Jamie’s mouth fell open as he took it all the way to the base in one steady thrust. Spencer stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting Jamie adjust, then using long, deep strokes made Jamie’s entire body rock with each one.

“Fuck, Daddy Spencer,” Jamie said, legs wrapping around Spencer’s waist. “Harder.”

Spencer obliged, hips snapping faster and skin slapping against skin. One hand pinned Jamie’s wrists above his head while the other wrapped around Jamie’s leaking cock and stroked him in time with the thrusts. Jamie’s moans got louder, higher pitched as he verged into ecstasy.

Spencer leaned down and bit the spot where Jamie’s neck met his shoulder, sucking hard until a dark bruise bloomed. “Mine,” he growled. “This hole is mine. This cock is mine. You’re mine.”

Jamie came first, cum shooting across his stomach and chest while his ass squeezed tight around Spencer’s cock. Spencer fucked him through it, then pulled out at the last second and stroked himself until thick ropes of cum painted Jamie’s hole and the inside of his thighs. He rubbed the head of his cock through the mess, then pushed some of it inside Jamie with two fingers.

“Marked,” Spencer said, voice low. “Now every time you feel that ache, you’ll remember you belong to Daddy Spencer.”

Jamie lay there panting, covered in sweat and cum, legs still trembling. Spencer kissed the fresh hickey on his neck and pulled him close, holding him tight while Jamie caught his breath.

Chapter Four

Spencer

Spencer woke up before the sun, the house still quiet, Jamie curled into the blankets like he was trying to hold on to sleep. Spencer left him a note on the nightstand.