Shepard watched Spencer fumble with his glass while wearing an amused smile. Damn, he sure was cute when he was nervous. “It’s a fuckin’ secret, Spencer,” Shepard dismissed as he pulled Spencer along with him to the restroom. He was fairly intoxicated, nearly tripping over his own feet as he stepped into the empty room. “No promises,” The werewolf chuckled, his heart pounding nervously in his chest. He casually locked the door to the restroom so no one would walk in on them, before turning to Spencer, the look on his face of pure adoration. “Look, I have something I need to tell you,” He tried to sound as serious as possible, which was difficult because of his slurred speech. “I’m in love with you,” Shepard blurted out, moving closer to Spencer, “I never realized it before tonight, but when I saw you standing up at the bar earlier, it was like something finally clicked.” Just as impulsively as he had confessed his magic induced feelings, he grabbed Spencer by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a rough, desperate kiss His teeth scraped across Spencer’s lower lip and he roughly pushed him against the outside of the nearest stall.
“Right, a secret,” Spencer said bellow his breath. Something about the way Shepard was laughing plucked at his nerves. Led into an empty bathroom, Spencer scanned every corner for some hint of the shoe that was about to drop, stomach sinking when he heard the lock on the door click.
Suddenly, Spencer was faced with Shepard, a look in the man’s eye he couldn’t understand. As he spoke, Spencer’s own eyes grew wider, backing away until he hit the stall door. Shepard seemed very close, and before Spencer could process what he’d been told well enough to say anything, he was being shoved back against the wall, Shepard’s lips against his. He let out a noise, curling his fists in the front of Shepard’s shirt, frozen by the shock of it.
With a gasp, he shoved Shepard away from him, his heart hammering in his chest. It had been a long time since anyone had kissed him like that. “What?” Was all that Spencer could manage to say, grip tightening on the collar of Shepard’s shirt. “Are you even gay?”