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Bruce loved Vance.
He loved everything about him.
From his light freckles to his stubborn head to his laugh. He loved it all.
So he couldn't understand why Vance seemed to hate himself so much. He critiqued everything about himself. It's like nothing he did was good enough for himself. Ever.
They'd been dating for years now and Bruce still has never seen him without a shirt on. Not even at the pool or beach, Vance is always wearing a shirt.
Now, Bruce isn't one to push but he has started to get worried. Vance works out, a lot, and when he does, he wears tank tops.
Sometimes, Bruce will accompany him on a workout day and he'll catch glimpses of scars he has on his stomach and back. This is nothing new to Bruce, Vance has scars everywhere. Arms, face, legs. It was no surprise he had some on his torso either, he used to fight a lot.
What worried Bruce wasn't the scars themselves, no, but rather a specific scar that looked too clean, too direct, to have been made from a fight.
He didn't want to make Vance uncomfortable by asking but he also wanted to make sure everything was alright.
So he planned to ask once they were in the apartment. They had finished working out for the day and stopped by Chipotle for some burritos.
Now, they were at the table in their apartment, eating.
"What's bothering you?" Vance asked.
Bruce snapped his head up, "What?"
Vance pointed at him, "You're bothered. By what?" he took another bite of his burrito.
Bruce swallowed, "Nothing really, I guess..." Vance raised his brow in disbelief, "Ok, so- maybe."
"What is it? You're not usually this quiet so it must be something big." Vance takes another bite.
Bruce stays quiet, contemplating how to bring it up, "Take off your- shirt?" Bruce said, completely unsure of his words.
Vance squinted at him in confusion, "What?"
"Sorry. Just- please?"
"You're weird." Vance said, shrugging and slipping off his shirt.
"Haha, very funny." Bruce said at the sight of a tank top under his shirt, "Take that one off too."
"Bruce. Are you trying to get in my pants?" Vance asked.
"VANCE!" Bruce yelled.
"There are better ways to ask for sex, My Love~" Vance continued, teasingly.
"Vance!" Bruce covered his face with his hands.
"If you truly wanted to see me shirtless, couldn't it have been before eating a burrito? I have a food baby now." Vance playfully pouted.
"Vance- just... please. Take off your shirt." Bruce pleaded.
"Okay, okay." Vance lifted his hands in a surrendering motion and took his tank top off.
Bruce walked up to his side and crouched as he examined the scars.
"Bruce?" Vance asked softly.
"I never realized just how many scars you had..."
"Well, I mean, I used to fight a lot so..."
Bruce just traced the scars.
Vance would get a bit ticklish with a few of them but he didn't laugh.
Bruce found the clean scar from earlier.
He touched it, traced it, and, for just a quick second, kissed it.
He looked up at Vance, whose face was steadily turning red.
Bruce smiled and kissed another scar.
"Bruce..." he looked up at those blue eyes he loved, "What are you doing?"
"Kissing you..." Bruce whispered, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles, where other scars resided.
"No, you're- like- kissing those damn ugly scars. Not me." Vance pulled his hands away and stuffed them in his pockets.
"But- they're not ugly, they're beautiful..." Bruce whispered, looking down at his stomach and seeing all these scars from over the years.
He, again, traced the clean cut.
Silence passed before Vance spoke up, "That one is uh- from 2 years ago... I wanted to see how it felt..." he whispered.
Bruce nodded understandingly. He knew how it felt to dislike certain aspects of your body.
"It's the only one... like that. I promise. I didn't really... care for it." Vance continued. He spoke slowly as if he was scared of Bruce's reaction.
Bruce gently gripped Vance's waist and turned him to see the scars on his back. He touched what looked to be a bite mark.
"A dog bit me." Vance explained, he had memorized where each one was from and its location.
Bruce let out an amused huff, "A dog bit your back?" Vance smiled and shrugged.
"That's how I remember it, so yea."
Each time Bruce touched a new scar, Vance would explain how he got it and how long ago, then Bruce would kiss it.
At one point, they moved to the couch and Bruce started kissing Vance's face.
He touched a scar just under Vance's eye.
"From when I was 7. A friend had kicked a small rock into my face on accident." Bruce kissed it. He could feel Vance's eyelashes flutter against his nose, just barely.
Bruce pointed to another on Vance's cheek, "My dad. He hit me a lot when I want younger, that was from when he threw a bottle at me..." Bruce kissed it and softly held Vance's head.
He pulled away and stared into those beautiful blue eyes. They stared back.
Bruce brought their faces together, just close enough to touch noses and graze lips.
He could feel Vance's slow breathing, "I love you so much." he whispered, feeling his lips slightly touch Vance's.
He felt Vance smile, "I'm lucky to have you, Bruce..." Bruce smiled before kissing him.
Yes, he definitely loved everything about Vance.
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This is a bit of a shorter one but I feel like it's still pretty cute!
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