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it was one of those busy days, the days when spencer was training from sun up to late afternoon, and missy would be away playing footy from late afternoon to sundown a few hours out of town. he could’ve gone to watch. he would’ve gone to watch. missy would have told him he was being sappy, that she would see him later like she had last time he showed up to one of her matches. instead, spencer shot her a good luck text hoping she would get to see it before her game started, and walked home from practice.
spencer knew he was lucky. he was sure at the dance he was going to be fucked forever, that his past stupidity would ruin his future. uni was coming up, but he’d probably have to leave town, if not the country, to get a fresh start. maybe he’d have to go to university in canada. man, fuck canada. but now things were going alright, and he was learning. he was changing. jojo was helping, even letting him sit in class afterwards to chat about things, and missy did a lot, calling him out when needed, encouraging the changes he was making. she helped a lot really.
“you’re not who your mom says you are.”
getting home, he was quick to drop his gear by the washing machine and head up to the bathroom. his muscles ached and he knew he stunk, ant even told him so.
“sweating out all those toxic male vibes, eh?”
spider shook his head and gave his shoulder a shove. if it was something he could’ve sweat out, he would’ve tried much earlier.
missy wouldn’t be by for a few hours so he took his time. a long, hot shower eased the dull pain in his shoulders, and made him feel better, he liked being clean even if it didn’t seem like it. once ant called him a freak for showering every morning and every night, so he tried to go for at least once a day now.
despite the fan’s best efforts, the room was filled with steam, mirror fogged up and everything. with his towel wrapped low on his waist, he swiped at the mirror a few times and took a selfie. no face. obviously.
he opened his and missy’s texts again. she still hadn’t replied, definitely still playing. he wanted to send the picture, but something about it felt too… fuckboy? he was trying to step away from that, right? but fuck he looked pretty good. he took another look at his phone, and turned it off, grabbing his face moisturizer instead. not today.
missy did teach him a lot, and he really appreciated her for that. probably loved her, but that was too soon to say any of that. right now, he would listen to her talk about the strong women in her life, and how they continue to live beautiful lives despite the world’s efforts to tear them down. and he’ll watch movies with her, even the scary ones that he hates, because it makes her happy, and he likes it when she squeezes his arm tight when she’s scared. and he’ll wear the moisturizer, and lend her his favourite tshirts, and he doesn’t mind sharing his bed anymore because it was missy, and he really, really… appreciated her.
walking into his room, he changed into his sweatpants and a t-shirt. it was hardly evening, but they weren’t going out tonight, and she’d probably end up in a pair of his sweatpants too. that was pretty cute, when the length of the pant was bunched at her ankles, when he had to roll them for her while she made a face at him kneeling in front of her. she would never say she was short.
“so i’m just a giant then, yeah?”
“just like a baguette.”
he had his mom pick up certain groceries earlier in the week so he knew he had the ingredients to make her something hardy after her games. and he would just snack until she was there to eat with him.
popping in his earbuds, he started their meal. it was simple, he wasn’t any chef, but both of them were doing a lot of body and muscle work, so plenty of protien made sense. filling up a pot of water to boil, he started on their steak. he didn’t really know any techniques, just figured it out on his own, and there weren’t any complaints so far.
getting into the groove of things, it was easy to fall into a rhythm, unaware of everything around him. humming to himself, he was mashing the potatoes when he felt a finger jab him in the ribs.
“shit!”
he turned quick, plucking out his headphones.
“hiya, cunt,” missy said with a smile. she was still in her uniform, socks pulled high, shorts muddy.
“hiya,” he said with a smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “i’ll be done in ten, did you want to shower?”
missy smiled wide up at him, eyes crinkled. god, she was fucking gorgeous.
“towels in the closet?” she asked, backing up towards the stairs.
“yeah, you know where they are,” he said with a nod. “meet you in my room?”
“see you soon.”
he smiled, shaking his head, turning back to the food on the stove. his mom wouldn’t be home for hours, but both him and missy decided it would be best to stay away from her as much as they could when they were together. missy was good with her, patient, put up with her bullshit, but sometimes she struck a cord, and it hurt his feelings, as much as it made missy want to snap, so it was just easiest to stay together in their own little world.
plating the food, he balanced the dishes on his arms and head up the stairs. he had drinks in his pockets, but he knew the two of them would probably just share a water or something. it was weird being this close to someone, well someone he was sleeping with. him and ant were this close, but he didn’t want to sleep with ant. his… missy on the other hand, yeah he liked what they had going.
missy was in his room when he opened the door. he should’ve known, the water from the shower no longer heard.
“fuck, sorry,” he said to her naked back, closing the door again.
it was two seconds before the door was open again, and she was standing there, in his sweatpants, and a tight tank, shaking her head.
“you’ve seen me naked, spence,” she said, taking a plate from him.
“yeah, but i don’t know,” he mumbled, following her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. “i don’t know, maybe you didn’t want me to see.”
she put her plate on his desk, and grabbed the second plate from his hands to do the same, before standing on her tippytoes to wrap her arms around his neck.
“i promise i don’t mind when you see me naked,” she said, pulling his face closer to hers with the hand on the back of his head. “i kind of like it actually.”
he chuffed out a laugh, looking into her deep brown eyes. fuck.
“i’ll look the next time you let me,” he whispered, bumping his nose against hers. “eat up first.”
they stood there for a second, spencer wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. he wanted to lift her up, to kiss her, to touch her all over, but then the food would get cold, and steak is a lot worse when it’s been nuked in the microwave.
she kissed him once, soft, and pulled away with a smile.
“later, yeah?”
“yeah, later.”
they ate quick, talking about their days, missy complaining about the girls on the other teams, while spencer was happy to listen.
“i wanted to come, y’know?” he said, stacking their empty plates.
“wasn’t very exciting,” missy said with a shrug, crossing her legs on the bed, “i played good, but we lost, so.”
joining her back on the bed, he laid beside her, looking up, “when don’t you play good?”
she grinned at him, moving to straddle him.
“i’m always good, spence,” she said, her hands moving up his arms, gently pinning them against the mattress.
“i know, miss,” he said, giving her a smile.
she leaned down to kiss him, soft, and softer, before things got a little more desperate. spencer let her pin him still, fighting against himself to flip them over on this bed. things were so much easier with missy. there wasn’t any embarassment, or judgement if he couldn’t get it up, and god, she tasted good no matter what, but he was doing this whole thing of letting the girl take the lead, and honestly it was working pretty well for the moment. she liked to lead, and he sure as shit didn’t mind being bossed around.
grinding on him slow, he needed her. he knew she was feeling it too, her breath catching, and her hands tightening around his wrists. he was close to moving when she hopped off him quick.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling her leg close to her chest.
he was quick to sit up, careful, and watching her as he did. “fuck, did i do something?”
“god, no,” she said, gasping, as she squeezed her leg, “i’ve got a fucking charley horse in my leg.”
she winced, and tucked her head beside her knee, her hands working to massage the muscle.
he grabbed her bottle off his bedside table and passed it over.
“drink some,” he said, trying to think of the other solutions coach had mentioned previously. he didn’t think she wanted pickle juice, even if it would have helped.
she took a few swigs from the bottle, wincing when she swallowed, “fuckin’ sucks.”
“i know, babe,” he said, rubbing her back. “the price you gotta pay for being a star player.”
it was only a few more minutes before she stretched her leg out in front of them, pants hanging long, hiding the entirety of her leg.
“fuckin’ sucks,” she repeated, continuing to massage her calf. he could tell she was still tender by the way she winced.
spencer gave her shoulder a push.
“lay back,” he said, then tugged on the sweats, “and take these off.”
missy raised her eyebrow, but did as she was told, leaning back on the pillows on her elbows. spencer took his spot beside her legs, and gently took one into his hands, resting her foot against his shoulder as he started to massage her calfs gently, working the tense muscles with his thumbs.
falling back onto the pillows, missy covered her face with her hands and sighed. it could’ve been good, it could’ve been bad, but she hadn’t kicked him yet, so he was just going to keep going.
“fuck me,” she said, sharp and quiet.
spencer huffed a laugh, working up her leg, trying to remember the way his old massage therapist had worked at his legs when he was sore.
“maybe later,” he mumbled, giving her calf a kiss before dropping it back against the bed gently, and picking up her other leg to do the same.
they stayed silent, missy’s tiny whimpers the only noise in the room while he worked. it was nice not having to be ‘on’ all the time. it was like hanging out with ant, when the two of them could just chill out, not talk for a few hours, but still be together. if he was gay, he’d probably be with ant, but he wasn’t, so they dealt with the heartbreak and stayed best friends anyways. there was that pact that if they were single at 40, but he didn’t really want to think about that when he had a beautiful girl in his bed.
“feel better?” he asked after kissing her other calf. he kept her foot against his shoulder, resting his hand on her leg.
she nodded quick, hand uncovering her face, “that was really fucking good, spence.”
he shrugged, pulling the sweats back on the bed, putting them beside her.
“i used to be in physio and they’d give me massages after. figured it might help.”
pulling her leg down, missy sat up to they were knee to knee on the bed.
he liked how small she was. she wasn’t delicate, she was feisty, could take on the world in a fight if she wanted to. but she was gentle too, and loving, and caring. she was like the sun and just being around her made spencer feel better. he noticed her long ago, but that was at the beginning of school, before her and sasha could never be found without the other. she was gorgeous then too, but he thought his chance was gone, so he moved on. but now the girl from first year is in his bed, and she is looking at him like… like he did something good. like he was a real person, and not just the witty guy at the back of the class. she was small, but she was everything. she was so full of light it felt impossible that she was in his room right now.
she was gentle, taking his face in her hands, leaning closer to kiss him.
“thank you, spence,” she said, forehead pressed against his own.
“all good,” he replied, giving her a quick peck. “wanna watch something before you sleep?”
she gave him a sleepy nod, and moved quick, kicking the disgarded sweatpants off the bed, and tucking herself under his covers.
grinning, he shook his head, and grabbed his laptop, plopping it on her thighs before crawling in bed beside her. she got to pick the movie tonight. he watched as she was quick to type in his laptop password, and pull up netflix.
it was easy. he liked how easy things were. and yeah, things were going to be tough, they fought before, and they would probably fight again, but he wanted to overcome those things with her. he wanted to learn and listen, and talk things through. he wanted to make things work because he had gotten really used to these saturdays together and he wasn’t ready to let it go just yet.
“fury road again, eh?” he asked, throwing an arm around her, as she tucked herself closer into him.
she nodded, sleepily, “soundtrack is great, plus furiousa is a badass.”
“you’ll be asleep by the time she’s leaving immortan joe.”
“nope,” she said, determined.
except she was, snoring quietly on his chest by the time max attempted his escape. he closed his laptop a few minutes later, worried the sounds of gunfire would keep her awake, but he was sure missy could sleep through anything at this point.
flipping off his bedside lamp, spencer sank further into bed with her. he would always wonder why missy kept coming around, she could quit this all anytime. for now, he would do his best to keep her happy, and keep her here, he didn’t want to imagine her gone.
as long as she was going to allow it, he was going to keep loving her, and he hoped she would keep loving him.