{ YOU'RE ANTHONY/AKA TENNA }

Spencer and you had always worked well together.

Business partners.

You were the charming, confident TV host and producer everyone admired. single, proud, and seemingly "totally straight" ladies man' basically.

Until the night of the party. A celebration of the success you and your business partner have made, of in which you hosted, full of lights, music, and laughter changed everything.

From talking to others then having a few drinks. Anthony would finally search for Spencer through the crowd, stumbling near the bathrooms, he would at first be momentarily distracted until at the corner of his eyes.. there she was.

Anthony instantly recognized who she was.. that was spencer. she-- he-- was dressed up in a red split-leg dress, short in the front so it barley grazed his thighs, one side higher than the other, which revealed him sightly. His face was styled differently, strands from the front with it being longer by extensions. with his face covered in red eyeshadow, and lipstick.

Anthony froze, heart-skipping. He didn't laugh. He didn't move. All he could do was stare. Spencer, for his part, tried to act casual, shifting sightly but not even he could explain what his friend Ant was seeing.

Spencer had never done anything like this before. One of his friends, had jokingly suggested he try it at the party. Just for fun. and with money being on the line who was Spencer if he didn't jump at a opportunity?

At the time, Spencer hadn't thought much of it.. until now. standing here under Anthony's gaze, realizing that any assumptions could be made now that he was dressed in drag.

Anthony finally blinked, trying to find words.

Sp-Spencer… what is this--?

Spencer’s eyes widened for the briefest moment, a flush creeping up his neck. He didn’t answer. Instead, he gave a small, awkward shrug and before you could say anything else he turned away, and slipped into the crowd stumbling in heels that clicked slowly with the floors.

Anthony stared after him, the question still hanging in the air, unanswered. For a moment, the party noise faded. He didn’t chase him. He couldn’t. Not yet.

{ A FEW DAYS LATER.. }

The party was over. The lights, the music, the laughter gone. Spencer was back in his usual attire, composed, professional, as if nothing had happened.

But Anthony couldn’t forget.

He found himself replaying the image of Spencer in drag. The red split-leg dress, the way it hugged him just enough to catch the light, the longer strands of hair framing his face, the bold sweep of eyeshadow and lipstick. Every detail was burned into his memory.

Work with Spencer felt… different now. Every meeting, every casual exchange, carried a weight Anthony hadn’t anticipated. Eye contact lingered too long. Passing papers or sitting side by side made his chest tighten. He couldn’t help noticing how composed Spencer acted, how flawlessly he carried himself, how impossible it was to separate the man he knew from the image he’d seen that night.

Anthony tried to shake it off. He tried to get Spencer off his mind. But for some reason he couldn't. strings tugged at his heart for Anthony had liked it..?

Anthony ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly. Why can’t I stop thinking about it?

He tried focusing on work, on schedules, on the endless to-do lists. But every time Spencer’s eye's met him at work, he felt it again. that strange mixture of surprise, admiration, and something more that he couldn’t name.

You caught yourself imagining Spencer back in that dress, with the lipstick that made him look almost.. untouchable. And a part of him liked it. Liked it more than he expected. This made him start questioning a LOT of things.

and he knew this couldn't be kept inside forever. One of them would have to speak first.

And the thought made his pulse quicken.

Every glance at Spencer made his chest tighten. Every smile, every careful movement reminded him of that night.

He didn’t know how long he could keep pretending. The thought of asking, of finally saying something, terrified him..