(In the very back of Bruce’s mind, something screamed and said that was something he should be afraid of, but the majority of his brain told him instead that that was one of the hottest things Johnny had ever said to him and he was actively trying to keep himself calm enough to not instantly get—
—genuinely enjoy her company. It’s just… well— I’m 20 years old. That’s a little too young to think about anythin’ too serious.
(Bruce paused, turning the idea around a few times in his head. Suddenly, his mind was so filled with the idea of a future with Johnny that he had to actively stop—
(Bruce teased, attempting to pass it off as a joke, but somewhere inside that excited him in a way that he couldn’t even possibly find the words or thoughts to understand or express.)
I mean… no, not really. Isla is a very good person. She’s good hearted and beautiful and I—
I can think of a lot worse things than you followin’ me around like that.
(Bruce didn’t want to sound like he was too desperate, but he meant every word he had said. Since he had spilled that thought, he decided to leave his spiel on the best places to sniff someone until later.)
—I’d try something like that. If it was someone I was real serious about? I’d have to have them only do myself. I couldn’t share. They should be mine and mine only, you know?
Maybe I’ll feel confident enough to tell you what to do some other time.
(Bruce grinned playfully, slowly inching himself ever closer to Johnny so they could have some sort of connection that he clearly craved but refused to acknowledge.)
If it was someone I was just fuckin’ around with? Yeah,—
See? There’s a smell there. Somethin’ human. Somethin’ real.
(Strangely enough, Bruce thought he loved being on the receiving end of his strange philosophy as the giving end. It felt way too much like being adored and he would chase that feeling forever, surely.)
Exactly. Who the hell can tell us what we can and can’t do when we’re in my own house?
(Suddenly Robbie was bombarded with thoughts about what it might feel like to say ‘our own house’ but he knew that was ridiculous and just an example of him latching onto someone who would give him the attention—
People still have a natural smell, especially on some parts of their bodies. It’s not just sweat. It’s uh— it’s just human smell. Somethin’ about the skin and pheromones of somethin’ crazy like that.
(Bruce waited no time in hopping in the shower with Johnny, apparently more than eager to be under—
Exactly! Controllin’ bastard, not lettin’ people whatever the hell that they want to do.
(Definitely personal then. Maybe Bruce would reveal something more about it sometime. Hopefully. For now, it still felt extremely difficult to even joke about.)
It’s not a bad smell. I mean, it’s intense, but it’s really not as bad as you would think. It’s uh… it smells real. It smells like you, if that makes any sense.
(Bruce wasn’t sure how to explain it, but there was clearly something romantic about it to him. Something pure and human.)
—to stir up. Quickly, he turned his attention to the film.)
I can sneak you out anything that they bring into work. Sometimes they take people’s porn because we’re supposed to reinforce a law that stupid for no good reason.
