#spencerbayer

[balescio]

three guys you would sleep with in town

“It’s always about the men isn’t it? Hm. Well, @reid-chandler, @zakolton, and I’ll admit it crossed my mind once, @spencerbayer.”

[bxlymxwll]

five times (almost) kissed

five times almost kissed, for the five times they nearly did and the one time they did

i.         the first time it almost happened was years ago at some concert, but it was a memory that constantly ate at her. The bass of the too loud music shook her to her very core, but the smile she wore was undeniable. The only reason she had begged Spencer to come out to this thing was because of the band. They were her favorite and there was only one person in the world who would not only put up with her obsession but also play into it, Spencer Bayer. They slammed the shots back without any regard between verses, until the crowd swallowed the pair into a mass of overheated and dancing bodies. She had taken his hand and pulled him closer, losing herself to the song and the moment. And in that moment, it was the first time she noticed Spencer as anything other than her friend. When their eyes met, when her fingers moved to the back of his neck, and their lips dared to meet. Or, would have, if it had not been for the beers that toppled over the both of their heads. Bexley swept that moment under the rug, crediting to the carefree moment to the line that was almost crossed. Knowing it must only be considered a near mistake. (x)

ii.        her drink tasted funny, different from the last time she sample from her beer. That was when she knew something was wrong, dared to push her drink away and turn for the door. There was a nagging feeling at the back of her mind as she neared the door of the bar, but the world began to spin. It began to turn on it’s axis and putting together a coherent thought was the least of her concerns. She needed to make it out the door, somehow find a way to get help. But who could she trust? Bex hadn’t even thought to cross to her best friend who was just across the bar talking to a friend, but even if she had, she wouldn’t want to bother him. It had to be nothing, just her being paranoid. And yet, Bexley clung to the brick wall outside the bar for dear life. A voice in her ear, one she couldn’t place sent chills down her spine as she continued to shake her head and say no. Everything was beginning to fade to black when she heard shouting in the distance, but she had no fight left to give. 

             Soft beeping in the distance awoke her once more, the smell of bleach stinging her nose, and a sting in her wrist she couldn’t place. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was the bright light of an examination room. As her vision cleared up, that’s when she saw Spencer at her side. “Spence?”, she began, but didn’t bother to speak again. Bex knew what had happened, or so, didn’t happen because of him. The tears cascaded down her cheeks as his forehead pressed to hers, his concerns and story lost on deaf ears. He saved her from something tragic and there would never be a moment she wasn’t grateful for that. She wanted to thank him, to call him her hero but there were no words that came. Instead, she was placing a kiss on his forehead in return. But Bex didn’t stop, she kissed his cheek, and as the moment swallowed her she leaned in to just brush her lips against his for the proper thank you. And she would of, if it hadn’t of been for the nurse sliding back the curtain. 

iii.          Years had passed since the last time temptation tickled at the pair of them, a platonic bliss that never brought confused thoughts or wandering imaginations. But it all changed as they laced up the skates and stepped out onto the ice. Bexley had always loved the little traditions they had formed through the years of their friendship. Especially around this time of year, it made up for the lack of love and devotion that her family showed one another. Spencer had become part of her family, her chosen family. The crowds on the ice were the same every year, but it wasn’t about that. They weren’t here to race or show off on the ice, they were here just to have a little fun and unwind from the stress that seemed to constantly build up from reality. It was their break from the normal. One where they could laugh and enjoy the company. That was how they ended up beneath the mistletoe without noticing.

              “We don’t have to”, she laughed, a blush creeping up her cheeks as they stared over at one another. Mistletoe was a tradition in itself, on to the holiday that was held in high regards to everyone who knew of the promise. You meet someone under the mistletoe, you kiss them. It was law? Maybe that’s why they leaned in close, testing the waters to see which one would break away first. Another moment so close to sharing, only to end with Bexley’s back flat against the ice and a laugh echoing in the air. A small child had knocked the woman off balance, but it was for the best she assumed.

iv.            Her heart was broken, but Bexley knew better than to say anything. She didn’t need to tell the world the way someone destroyed her, even if only temporarily. The woman was a truly believer that anyone who hurt her wasn’t worth her time or emotions. It was the shell she wore and the mask she took to protect herself from pitying glances. Spencer always knew though, always seemed to have an idea at the ache she hid beneath work and a fake smile. Her head rested against his shoulder as her eyes remained glued to the screen before them. She didn’t want to go out, she didn’t want to face the world, she only wanted to be here with him. Bex had only been half paying attention to the movie, focused more on the thoughts on the man beside her. How much easier life would be if they were together? How happy would they make each other? Maybe they were thoughts coming from the desire to make the hurt stop. Bex knew she shouldn’t cave into those thoughts, but the temptation to just turn his cheek and take a dive into the unknown was far too great to ignore. A kiss was not the solution to her problem, so Bexley remained half focused on the movie before them.

v.              Coming to this cabin was an adventure that Bexley couldn’t say no to and Spencer knew that. She always swore that time away from Wilmington was the best cure for whatever brought a spirit down. The excitement of a new place, of having no worries other than what activities were going to fill their days, and the magic that came with a snowy mountain town was all on needed to forget their worries. That first night was supposed to be nothing more than a segue into the rest of their retreat. But the whiskey was poured into their hot chocolate and the blankets were strewn across their lap, building the perfect setting to leave the rest of the world behind. He had her laughing, but slowly the space between them began to melt unnoticed to them both. Until they were faced to face with a decision, let the magic of the moment take over or go their separate ways. Magic won as the two best friends connected their lips for the first time, gentle like testing the waters if the other’s approval would spontaneously be revoked. The kiss lasted only a moment as she drew back, eyes focused on his handsome features as she contemplated her next move. It was only a matter of seconds before her lips were back against his own.

                 It was like finally itching a scratch that had been there under the surface for so long. The alcohol on their breath tinged the kiss in a bittersweet emotion. They were two broken people running away from their pain, but there was a comfort in accepting one another in such an intimate fashion. The night air had grown cool, the fire was dying into a soft glow of embers, and there was no going back from here. She didn’t want to as his warmth enveloped her and the feeling of his hands on her skin had her mind spinning. A night of movies and idle chatter had led them here, though she wasn’t sure how it happened but part of her always knew a moment like this was inevitable. Human curiosity was too much to resist. Bex’s fingers ghosted along the curves of his jaw as she lost herself deeper into this kiss and him.