—let himself cry. They’re was a short moment where he tried to hold his tears in, but why should he when Johnny was being so vulnerable with him? Part of him really wanted to ask about the tears, but Bruce was also pretty sure he partially understood them.)

(Robbie really wasn’t sure how to respond, but he did at least comprehend everything enough to more than eagerly wrap his arms around Johnny. Any excuse to be as close to him as he could possibly be. Bruce could tell his eyes were welling up with tears the moment he learned that Johnny had finally—

—that. Until now, at least.)

A lot. Pretty sure it’s perfect.

(Bruce might have been teasing, but he found himself believing it. He wasn’t even willing to move his hands yet, instead choosing to kneed the flesh there.)

No, it’s all been fast feelin’ and rubbin’ and tryin’ to rush to the big endin’ without ever really appreciatin’ anything.

(Why would he waste time taking inventory of someone’s body when he could rush right into an orgasm? He was pretty sure there wasn’t a substantial amount of satisfaction in—

—all of it though.)

If Isla asked me to go out right now and you wanted to do the most borin’ thing in the world, I’d pick you.

—Isla was fun, but she’s no more than that. You’re everything, even if I don’t fully know what that everything is. I just know you mean more to me than anyone ever has.

(No, he didn’t really know what he was suggesting or maybe he was afraid to acknowledge what he was suggesting, Robbie did mean—

You make me happy. I love havin’ sex with you, of course, but I’d also drop everything just to spend all day with you. You’re my best friend and you’re my favorite person in the entire world.

(It felt like a whole lot for Robbie to say as he desperately tried to pull himself into not panicking.)—

—started to wonder down, stopping somewhere along his ass.)

That ain’t that bad at all either.

I don’t think I’ve ever slowed down and actually touched anyone like this.

(He had bathed with his girlfriends before, sure, but that was just for sex. Touching Johnny was pleasurable, sure, but this was for more than that. This was just to be touching him. To be close. Slowly, Robbie’s hands—

—stagnant or anything, but I don’t want anything more with her. I don’t think I ever wanted anything more from her than entertainment. You’re more than that to me.

—could be done later.)

You shouldn’t let yourself settle for someone who doesn’t make you happy.

(Robbie couldn’t help but make a few connections, eyes trailing away to not look at anything in specific.)

I uh— I don’t know if I feel too differently about Isla. I mean, our relationship isn’t—

Of course we’re friends. You’re my best friend. The best one I’ve ever had.

(He could argue that he’d never had one before, but now didn’t necessarily feel like the appropriate time for that. He knew that he practically wanted to climb onto Johnny and demand all of his attention also. Maybe that—

—spread the soap onto his back. Bruce seemed to linger there, as if he was taking inventory of everything he could feel.)

I like how strong you feel. Powerful, even.

(How could Bruce ignore that? He almost instantly pressed his face into the crook of Johnny’s neck, pressing just a handful of kisses there. He pulled back just far enough to see where his hands were going. At first, they simply lingered along the Johnny’s sides, but he just couldn’t help but—

—his face was visible. It probably was. It wasn’t repulsion, far from it. It was surprise though, especially at how quickly things had moved.)

Why do you stay with her if you guys don’t feel any connection?

(Why don’t you stay with me? The thought lingered in his mouth, but he wouldn’t say it.)

(Bruce really didn’t know how to respond to that. Maybe it was visible on his face. He at least knew his eyes were hurriedly scanning over Johnny, as if they were trying to take in all of him that he possibly could.)

We do have somethin’ goin’ on, don’t we?

(He was a bit worried that the panic on—

—necessary.)

Then hand me the soap. I wanna get my hands on you.

(Bruce couldn’t hardly handle the excitement of having the possibility of getting his hands properly on Johnny, feeling where he hadn’t had the chance to yet.)

(Bruce wasn’t expecting to be touched there so soon, but he definitely wasn’t going to complain about a good thing. He drew in a sudden breath, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he tried to properly pull himself together and not instantly press himself into Johnny’s hand even more than—