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Anthony leans lightly against the window frame, the city lights behind him casted a long light across the room. Their breathing melllows as Tenna tilts his head, letting their shoulders brush, a small movement that pulls Spencer closer.

Spencer hesitates, a faint blush rising across his cheeks, but before he can protest, Anthony leans in fully, pressing just enough to catch Spencer’s lips in a teasing, deliberate kiss. The closeness is electric but measured, nothing messy, just smooth, and intimate a private, teasing energy that fills the room. Anthony’s hand rests lightly near Spencer’s side, guiding the motion without forcing it, letting Spencer feel the tension without taking control.

Spencer exhales sharply, heart beating faster, and instinctively pulls back slightly, covering Anthony’s mouth with one hand. …OK, let’s keep the kissin’ and huggin’ to a MINIMUM, Spencer said, closing his eyes for a moment all flushed. Tenna's hand made it's way towards Spencer's cheek holding it gently with understanding.

Anthony pauses at that.

For a moment, he doesn’t move Spencer’s hand still lightly over his mouth, the faint warmth of it lingering as the words settle in the quiet room.

Then Anthony lets out a soft breath against Spencer’s palm.

Slowly, Spencer’s hand lowers, and Anthony’s fingers remain resting against his cheek, thumb brushing faintly along the warm skin there. His expression isn’t annoyed or surprised if anything, it’s quietly amused.

Tenna tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint smirk. That rule coming in a little late, don’t you think?

The teasing in his tone is gentle rather than sharp. He doesn’t pull Spencer closer again, but he doesn’t step away either. The space between them stays small, the warmth of the moment still lingering in the air.

Anthony’s gaze drifts briefly toward the window behind him before returning to Spencer.

For a moment he just watches him the lingering flush across his cheeks, the way Spencer’s breathing hasn’t quite steadied yet.

Then Anthony moves.

His hand slips from Spencer’s cheek, sliding down to his waist before Spencer can react. In one quick motion, Anthony grips him and turns them both sharply, the sudden shift pulling Spencer off balance.

A second later Spencer’s back meets the window frame with a firm tap, Anthony follows the movement immediately.

His hand stays firm at Spencer’s waist, steadying him where he’d pushed him back, while his other hand comes up against the frame beside Spencer’s shoulder. The space between them closes just as fast as the turn had happened.

Spencer barely has a second to catch his breath before Anthony is right there again.

Close.

Too close to pretend the moment had ended.

The glow of the city lights spills around them through the glass behind Spencer, outlining Anthony’s figure as he leans in slightly, his expression still carrying that quiet, amused look.

For a moment, neither of them speaks. The only sound is their uneven breathing, quickened from the sudden spin and closeness.

Anthony’s hand stays firm at Spencer’s waist, fingers pressing just enough to keep him steady, while the other hand rests lightly against the frame beside Spencer’s shoulder.

He doesn’t pull back. He doesn’t let the moment soften.

Instead, his lips curl into a faint smirk.

You always make this so difficult, Anthony murmurs, low and smooth, eyes locked on Spencer’s. I swear… you act like you’re going to fight me, but you don’t.

He leans in just slightly, so that Spencer can feel the heat of his chest, the tension thickening between them. His thumb presses lightly along Spencer’s side, a subtle, almost teasing motion.

Anthony tilts his head, eyes glinting. I think… you might secretly like it, he adds quietly, voice rougher now, clearly teasing. Otherwise, why else would you stay?

.. Anthony was right.

Spencer was aware of what went on between them, but such was always kept to the minimum, because they weren't ACTUALLY in a relationship. Which made Spencer feel CRAZY.