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As much as he hated doing what he thought to be- frankly, silly media stunts,- Tenna was forced to admit it was helping. Helping majorly, god, if he just ignored all the lines he hadn’t written, he felt right back in his prime. Booze, music and laughter was flowing freely through the greenroom, a sight he thought he’d never see again little less than a month ago! Anthony was back to breaking records, front of the tabloids- or, as his partner had shown him, the articles. Whatever. He was sure the magazine industry was still thriving, they had to be! Just like him! Actually, no, not like him. He didn’t care if those papers were left behind in the dust, he had adapted to the market and they hadn’t! Mr. Ant-Tenna was hip, he was fetch, he felt brand-spankin’ NEW again! The only thorn in his side of this whole situation- the pebble in his shoe, you could say, the itch in his ear- were all the changes he had to make to claw his way back up. That forever rubbed him the wrong way, but he couldn’t deny the new help was making all the difference.
That ‘new help’, being Spencer.
His new sponsor! His IT guy (unpaid and off the books)! his newest media manager! Though, Tenna thought him and Mike’d been doing fine, their slipping viewership compared to Spencer’s booming numbers said otherwise. His smooth voice, silver tongue, he always knew what to say! Really, he did. It almost annoyed him, how he never could seem to catch Spencer with his guard down. Tenna himself hadn’t really looked at his resume, but Mike had- a plucky little salesman with bad luck, until one day it all turned around; and in a month he was on every headline. Every headline. Pushing Tenna off to the side, even further off stage (it was an incredibly stressful time for him, truly), until a miracle came in the form of an ‘electronic letter’ sent to their AOL.
Spencer was a fan! A HUGE fan! Big enough to ask for a one-time collaboration, and as the months went by- one-time became three, became 5, until they were regular guests on each other's respective platforms. Tenna still didn’t quite understand what it was Spencer did, but he knew how to be on camera. Honestly, Tenna was more than happy to keep on with their current arrangement- have Spencer on, coast on the viewership, and when if they went down again he’d just have him on again! Even if Spencer was getting distant. Going off with Queen, or that Metta-fella, prancing around on their night-shows and promoting their.. Whatever it was they did. He wouldn’t leave Tenna, though, he was his fan. He had that nostalgia factor Spencer wouldn’t find anywhere else! You know, unless.. He did. Even if Spencer loved him, Anthony needed a way to make him stay. Keep working his magic, instead of sharing his blessings elsewhere. A miracle worker, he was, truly- skyrocketed some wannabe star just by working once with that Metta-tincan. That tiny, 4”10 firecracker of a man had saved his show and saved him from obscurity, and Mr. Anthony “Tenna” Dreamurr did not plan to let him leave so soon.
It would be easy, if anything! Spencer was nothing if not proud. Egotistical. Tenna had talked with him enough backstage to see that- a man who came from nothing who thought he had it all, and in a way he did. So easy to play into, he’d wriggle his way into his heart, and keep him around until he didn’t work anymore. Well- it sounded awful when he said it like that, Spencer was a swell guy, really! He valued his company dearly, Tenna just didn’t think he could see himself sticking with him for too long, Tenna was (fairly) sure he liked the ladies and dames, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.
Anything for his show.
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Moon high in the sky, music playing from an old radio- a gift- as they both celebrated a show well done.
Privately.
Just the two of them.
It was hours after closing, but Tenna had insisted they stay back for a few drinks, it’d give him the chance to sweet talk him into a deal that was a little more.. Permanent. What was more personal than drinking in their dressing room? Nothing!
“An’ so, I says to him- I tell the guy, keep th’ tires, CHANGE THE CAR!”
Spencer cracked himself up laughing, falling back onto the armrest of the chair as he nearly spilled his drink onto the sofa. He had his eyes screwed shut, nearly choking on his scotch as he tried to take a sip through his giggle-fit. Maybe Anthony was just drunk, easy to please, but his energy was so infectious as it made him start laughing too (even though the joke wasn’t that funny). Spencer was just so.. Something, it made him scoot just that much closer as he clumsily poured another glass.
“Oh, Spence- you are just- Ha! A hoot n’ holler, i’ll tell ya-”
“I know, I know, I try, big guy!”
Tenna knocked back his drink, putting his hand over his mouth as he tried to swallow quickly. He’d nearly forgotten why he wanted after-show drinks in the first place, but now seemed as good of a time to make a move as any. Leaning a bit closer, Tenna let his hand drift and rest upon his partner’s thigh. Just like cozying up to a lady;
“Y-hic-you know, Spencemy; I always have such a- a good time when I'm around you..”
What Tenna expected, maybe, was some push-back. Maybe even a soft rejection, at first. Really, Spencer was as straight of a man as you could get (second to Anthony, of course). What he didn’t expect was his deft fingers finding his tie, his own small body leaning closer as well, his smile getting bigger. It made him nervous, almost, but Anthony was never one to back down.
“Same here, Ant. Same here..”
Really, Spencer just seemed so proud of himself. As if he’d talked his way into a deal, Tenna couldn’t help but feel as if he’d been swindled, somehow. The hand on his tie trailed upwards, gently grasping around his neck instead. Were they getting closer? It felt like they were getting closer, Tenna’s face only got hotter and hotter, as Spencer trailed his fingers around his neck, then down his chest, until they were on his waist. For one, tense, burning moment, Tenna could only stare back at him, wide-eyed and panting through his nose as he just leaned, closer, and closer, he felt himself trembling, a nervous sort of nausea rolling around in his stomach that he hadn’t felt since his first time on stage.
In the end, just as Tenna leaned forwards, Spencer pulled back. Way back- he even moved away to lean against the armrest. Still smiling up at him, it pissed Anthony off- (not much, because he wasn’t really in love, of course) and again they were just staring at each other in silence. He would break it of course, swiping the bottle off the coffee table and forgoing pouring a glass, just swigging straight from the bottle and letting it burn down his throat and muddy his thoughts more than they already were.
“What, can’t do me sober?”
Anthony nearly choked, inevitably spilling some onto his chest as he put it down- He wanted to do something to get that annoying smugness out of his voice.
“What?”
Spence just grabbed his free arm and pulled him in close, but that arm was the one supporting his weight- so Tenna ended up falling head-down into his stomach. Spencer just stared down at him, still smiling, a slight furrow to his brow like he was aiming somewhere else- that pervert. Almost sluggishly they both sat up straight, Spencer insistently tugging Tenna forwards until he was practically on his lap. Scratch that- he was on his lap, a realization that hit him all at once and made him feel even hotter than he was before. God, did somebody raise the thermostat? He was sweltering with how close they were, chest to chest (Well, to be frank, Spencer was too small. It was more chest-to-face, than anything.) like this. His legs were straddling his lap, and almost hesitantly he put his hands on the couch behind Spencer’s head. Tenna could feel his hands reach around again, to the small of his back, then down to Tenna’s back pocket, then back up trying to untuck his dress-shirt. Anthony’s throat felt tight, he didn’t know where to put his hands, if he should move them at all, and distantly he recognized if he really wasn’t into Spencer like that he wouldn’t feel like this. He’d’ve put some distance between them, been the one to make bold moves like this- had HIM a mess instead of the other way around!
Tenna could see his bald spot from here.
He could hear the blood rushing in his ears, swallowing hard as he finally looked down at his partner, unfortunately making eye-contact. Those pretty eyes. Spencer had mentioned not liking them- right now, Tenna couldn’t see why. Striking yellow, and his pupil was a pale pink- his other one the inverse. He had said it was from his monster-grandfather, that his siblings had other colors for theirs, it was cute. Interesting. He could see it being a focal point in plushies, or posters, Shuttah could probably do something beautiful with it if he ever convinced Spence to star in one of their movies. A black-and-white film, maybe, just like the old romantic classics, and his eyes would be the one pop of color. Hidden by something- a hat, glasses? Boxy, like his own? And you’d only see them in the finale, as he’s looking up at an actress (or, actor, he’d assume), and they’d kiss backed by a shimmering river or something else pretty.
Anthony couldn’t help but put himself in the spot of that actor. His love-interest.
Spencer’s hands finally found their way under his shirt, so cold and rapidly warming with Tenna’s own bodyheat, that it made him flinch as he was brought back to reality.
“-y’know that, Ant?”
Ah, he hadn’t been listening, not one bit. Well, it's not like that was something he prided himself on, Tenna prided himself on talking. Acting. The way he put his 101% into everything he did, and as he looked down at his partner, (hopefully) his soon-to-be co-host, with those shiny, vibrant eyes, crooked smile, a mole he hadn’t seemed to notice before, he chose to show him that.
Spencer’s lips were surprisingly soft, and he could feel the waxy texture of his peppermint chapstick as Anthony curled down to kiss him, teeth clicking together in his haste and he licked over them to make up for it. Spence opened his mouth easily, riding his shirt up further as he strained to pull him closer by the shoulders. In any other circumstances, he probably would’ve said he tasted awful, but right now it felt like he couldn’t get enough. He could still taste the whiskey on his tongue, the lingering remnants of the cigarette he had earlier, that awful chapstick- and lord, he wanted more. He wanted to choke on it, take and take until it made him sick- and Spencer seemed to share that sentiment if the way he kissed back was any sort of sign. Practically spitting into each other's mouths, they were trying to taste one another as much as they could, hungry and wanting and greedy, the both of them. Anthony was holding him close by the shoulders, and Spence only indulged him further and pressed into him, hands roaming across his back.
When Spence started rolling his hips up to grind against him, Tenna barely stopped, it was all so fast and he felt so sweaty and hot even with his shirt bunched up halfway up his back- Tenna tried matching his pace, his thrusts all sloppy with most of his attention being kept on keeping their lips locked, only breathing during the brief moments they parted for air. Every time they managed to sync up made shivers wrack his body, little whines and moans getting shared between them, Tenna didn’t even want to think of the drycleaning bill after this. His head was hazy, he was so achingly hard it hurt, god he loved him- this man, so pretty, so adorable, saved him from irrelevancy, he couldn’t help but think, ‘god, i love him.’ all he’s done, and Anthony wanted to make sure he stayed forever. He could feel Spencer pressed up against him, feel the wetness that hadn’t quite seeped through his dress pants yet- or, that could just be the mess he’s making already in his boxers.
His hands were too busy pulling Spence as close as he could get him, their humping getting frantic as they fell in and out of sync. Tenna only pulled away from the kiss to take greedy gulps of air, barely being able to hear his partner’s loud moans over his own whimpers and whines, but he clung onto the noise anyway. Anthony was so close, he wanted to be inside of Spencer so badly, he wanted Spencer inside of him; it didn’t matter, he just needed to get closer. With near frantic intensity he jerked back from him, hands scrambling to get his pants off, first his belt, then he shoved his vinyl pants barely down to his knees before getting back to it, huffing through his nose.
“Jesus Ant- fuck, you; ha, your eager, huh? H-humpin’ me like a damn dog-”
Tenna whined at that- whined, goddamnit,- swallowing his drool before it spilled out the side of his mouth and pulling Spencer in even closer.
“O-oh, shhut- hng- please shut u-u-hp-”
His words were slurring, his voice a little higher than usual, why was he so desperate? Well, he supposed it had been a while, and Spencer was only taking every opportunity to make it worse.
“Ill- shit, ill think about it hun, just for you-”
Just for him.
He held onto the smaller’s shirt, feeling him grind harder, digging his little hands into Tenna’s thighs and squeezing. One had to wonder if he’d practiced, or something, Tenna was no light man and Spence was only 4’’12 (or, 5’’1, if you asked him), but Anthony couldn’t find himself to do so. Not when he was right there, so close, he just needed Spence to keep talking. The little salesman HAD been mumbling and whispering, praising and whatever else this entire time- but again, Tenna wasn’t a listener, alright? No matter, he was listening now. And it sounded beautiful, little words of praise interspersed with moans and groans, his voice always a little raspy whether it be from smoking or the constant yelling, it was so pretty. Spence would hate it if he said it like that, though, so instead he’d say it was rugged.
It was almost like Tenna’s own orgasm snuck up on him, his hips still rutting against Spencer like his life depended on it as he hunched over, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing as he rode it out, letting out one long wheezy breath as he did so. It seeped out of his boxers, ruining the other’s shirt and Anthony’s own briefs as ropes shot out of him. Spencer didn’t stop though, still going, until Tenna felt him also tense up and tremble underneath him.
They both slumped, Tenna against Spencer and Spencer against the couch. And yet, Tenna wanted more. One round couldn’t be enough for him, right? They were both young (one more so than the other, by roughly 3 or 4 or 5 years), another wouldn’t hurt. The night was more than young enough. His legs felt so very weak as he got up, savoring the stupid grin on his partner’s face (he was sure of it now, he’d be his partner, in life and in his show; He’d made sure of it.) as he tried to shuck his pants down further, throwing them off to the side alongside his shoes- Tenna thought they landed near his belt, but at the moment he didn’t really care, what he cared about was getting in him. Or getting him in- whatever! It didn’t matter!
Tenna clambered his way over, watching the almost sluggish way Spencer laid himself down on the sofa, letting Anthony pin him down. It felt almost like pity, but he’d make him eat that smug, smarmy grin off of his face soon enough, mark his words.
“C’mon, come on, get y-your pants off and-”
Spencer seemed to fully stop at that, chuckling as he looked up at him wide-eyed, now he’d done it. Finally caught the bastard off-gaurd, finally-
“Tenna! Anthony! Come on, I’don’t mind the frottin’ but if you're planning to get in my guts-” He sat up, getting out from under him, “-you gotta give at LEAST a days’ notice! This ain’t a ‘on a whim’ job.”
What?
“I gotta clean my guts out,” what a crude way of saying it, he lost his boner a bit, Tenna had to admit. “I don’t want you getting an infection, or whatever. Do you even have a rubber?” And there it went, fully gone. “Why would I even need one? I thought that was the perk of doing.. It with a guy.” Spencer snorted in his face, rolling his eyes. “Are you tested? Do you know if I'm tested?” Tenna would admit, he didn’t know that could happen.
“Alright.. And you’ve killed, whatever mood we had-”
“Oh come on! S’ the best for th’both of us, you know that!”
“But still!” That came out all tinny, his voice pitched a little higher. “Didn’t have to say it like that, you made it all gross.”
The smaller of the two scoffed in his face- Scoffed!
“God, you're impossible, Ant.”