Random OneShots

Your forever is all that I need

By: jisungkissez on Ao3

Brance

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late october was always hard for bruce. with homework piling up on his desk and clothes scattered on the floor, bruce didn't even feel like himself anymore. nothing felt right anymore.

he sighed and dragged a clammy hand through his unwashed-for-three-days hair, fingers getting stuck on an unbrushed knot. he whined, frustrated at himself and got up, legs giving out on themselves, his knees colliding with the ground with a soft thud, eyes closing, eyelashes caressing his cheeks.

he heard the window being opened, but didn't pay much mind, ("if its a serial killer, he'd be doing me a favour"), a soft sigh escaping his lips for what felt like the 100th time that day.

"hey, brucey, whats up?"

vance.

bruce opened his eyes slowly, meeting ocean blue staring back at him. bruce had never felt so fucking embarrassed. tears welled up in his eyes, hands coming up to hide his face.

"cmon, love, its okay. come here, let me take care of you." vances voice was soft, uncharacteristic of vance, he almost thought his boyfriend had been kidnapped by aliens and replaced my someone else.

"vance, its okay, i... i dont want you to see me like this." vances heart broke. his voice was raspy, after days of not talking to anyone and just laying in bed.

bruce sounded disgusted, like vance should be repulsed.

"bruce, love, im here for you. let me in, brucey." he was close to bruce now, bruce could almost feel the heat radiating off of him, and he let himself drown in it, allowing vance to take his hand softly and lift him up, one hand wrapping around his small waist and helping him to the bathroom.

vance already knew bruces house like the palm of his hand, having been there more times than he had been at his own house for the past three years, given that bruces parents were always away and his older sister practically lived at her boyfriends house.

one thing vance knew about bruce was that he hates being alone, and one thing vance knew about himself was that he loved to keep bruce company, and so it wasnt like he minded staying over, he actually preferred staying at bruces, he couldn't stand his parents anymore.

vance sat bruce down on the closed toilet and let the water run on the tub, making sure it was warm before he closed covered the drain. he turned his attention back to bruce, catching him starring at the ceiling with a blank stare.

"come on, angel, lets get this off." he motioned over to bruces outfit.

bruce stared back at vance, blank look gone and replaced by a scared one.

was bruce scared of him?

"r-right, i'll leave!"

"no!"

bruces sudden loudness startled vance, whose mouth opened and closed, over and over again. he surely looked like a fish. he nodded silently and hooked his fingers under bruces hoodie, waiting for permission, and when it was giver to him via a curt nod, he pushed it up over his head, exposing milky skin.

he sighed and motioned for bruce to sit up, his small hands gripping onto his tshirt for balance as he allowed vance to pull down his sweatpants.

bruce was silently grateful that vance didn't say anything about the scars and fresh cuts decorating his arms, stomach and thighs. he looked down in shame, playing with his fingers.

"ok, you can finish... undressing and get in im gonna..." his voice was shaky as he pointed a thumb to the door.

"vance! no... please, stay with me... we can..." the smaller boy looked over to the bathtub, now filled with warm water and taps closed.

"yeah... yeah, okay." a soft smile spread through his features, facing the wall for a while as bruce got rid of his boxers and stepped into the tub, letting his whole body be hugged by the water.

"you... you can come in, you know?" his tone was shy, and if he wasn't so worried, vance would've found it adorable. he quickly discarded of his clothes as bruce moved forward, making space for vance behind him, and when he was finally there bruce let himself melt into his chest, eyes closing.

they stayed like that for what felt like hours before vance spoke up.

"don't fall asleep on me, baby." he ran a wet hand through the smallers hair, wetting it gently. "cmon, let me wash you."

he sat them both up, fully wetting bruces hair before using his coconut and vanilla shampoo to gently massage his scalp, the shorter moaning softly at the sensation of the olders fingers in his head.

after two washes and many complaints ("i know about hair, okay, trust me."), bruces hair was washed and soft, and so was vances as bruce had insisted on washing it.

vance never let anyone touch his hair, he cared too much about it for someone who always got into fights, but people were too scared to make fun of him.

but bruce. bruce was an exception.

he loved it when the younger braided small sections of his hair, or played with it when he was just about to fall asleep and just needed to grab onto something, or even when the other boy would pull it gently when they kissed. and letting him wash it was now one of his favourite things to let him do.

he held the boy in his lap, eyes drowning in eachother. they were in love, anyone with two eyes and a brain could see it, and everyone who knew how to read a room could feel it in the air. even the assholes at school, but they knew better than to mess with either of them.

he reached out to grab the soap and dragged it over the smallers body, vanilla spreading through the air. bruce allowing him to wash him, and it felt so intimate, like nothing they've ever done before. skin on skin, loving hands on his body, giggles, shy glances and blushing cheeks.

it was their moment.

he felt so, so lucky as gentle fingers caressed his cuts, making sure to wash them properly to make sure they wouldn't get infected.

"i love you."

vance stopped at the words, mouth hanging open.

"i love you more than words can describe. i simply adore you, vancey..." vance held his wrist softly and kissed the cuts along his arm, unshed tears accumulating in his eyes.

"i have loved you ever since i saw you. i love you, bruce." vance held both of bruces cheeks and reached up to kiss his forehead. and, oh, how bruce loved forehead kisses.

bruces hands found themselves on vances chest and their lips met halfway, pressing together softly, and it felt like two pieces of a puzze connecting, and it always felt like that, no matter how many times they kissed.

they didn't need long speeches and awkward eye contact, they felt it in their bones, spreading through their bodies, it was warm and intoxicating and all they ever wanted.

that night, they fell asleep on the couch, tangled limbs and bruces hand lost in vances hair, soft kisses and warm blankets over their bodies, movie long forgotten.