nineties•brance

chapter ten

SEPTEMBER 10TH

Bruce had settled in, his clothing packed away and his decorations hung and put on shelfs.

As Bruce was sitting on his bed, pressed up against his headboard reading a book, someone had opened the door.

Bruce had locled it, so his new roommate must've finally arrived!

As Bruce folded the corner of his page, he closed the book and got up to help his roommate with the boxes he has.

Once he got up and his roommate opened the door, he saw him. Vance. Vance hopper was his roommate.

He felt like an idiot, he had to share with Vance? They'd gotten in a fight, and quite frankly Bruce was still upset with vance.
As Bruce helped Sophie with a heavy box, Vance stared at him. Vance stared and admired all of bruce's features, he took in what he missed when he was away.

Vance's step father loved Vance because he was famous, the interview's and the matches, he gave them money. He didn't care that he was getting injured, once, at the beginning of Vance's career, he had two broken ribs and his step dad was reluctant to bring him to the hospital.

At half way through Vance's career he'd been getting paid to box, people were begging him, pleading, raising the amount so he'd drop a match to do it at their ring.
Vance's step father loved this, being wealthy, being loved, being known. He abused this and took it for granted, the price of his greed was Vance.

At Vance's last match, when he was fiveteen, he'd done the best he's ever done, and he felt like that was a good point to end his career. But Steve wanted Vance to continue, he wanted Vance to become just as famous in the states, but Vance declined. He kept saying no, and that made Steve mad. That's when the abuse started.

As Vance finished getting settled in, he sat down on his bed and sighed. Bruce was sitting on his bed ignoring Vance, reading again.

Vance wanted to talk with Bruce, he really did, but he didn't know what to say.

Vance stuttered and Bruce closed his book, turning to face him.
"Look Vance, I'm just upset you didn't tell me you were famous." Bruce spoke first, filling the silent room with sound.
"I didn't want you to look at me differently." Vance looked at his hands, his eyebrows making moon shapes as he grew with guilt.

"I told you I was rich, with a huge house, I told you so much that could've changed your veiw of me, and you can't even tell me one thing?" Bruce's eye's filled with disgust, anger and sadness as he stared into the eyes of the other male.
"I'm sorry Bruce." Vance whispered, a lump forming in his throat.
"Not everything can be fixed with a word." Bruce stood up, his face filled with pure anger as he walked away.

Vance grabbed Bruce's wrist, pulling him down onto Vance's bed. The unaccounted for action cause Bruce to fall over and therefore be lying on Vance's bed.

"I'm so sorry." Vance was on the floor, standing over Bruce.
"Vance." Bruce's anger had faded and he was now full of different emotions, he didn't know which ones but he was.

"I'm so so sorry." Vance felt horrible keeping one secret when Bruce had shared so many, Bruce looked upset in Vance's eyes.

"Kiss me." Bruce whispered as he was embarrassed.
"Would that fix things?" He said in a cocky tone, that's the Vance Bruce knew.
"Shut up." Bruce laughed and Vance leaned down, closing the gap between them.

They kissed passionately and Bruce sat up, disconnecting them.
Bruce hadn't realized how much he'd missed Vance. He missed Vance's soft lips, his arms, his cocky tone, everything.

Bruce leaned back in, kissing Vance again, Bruce felt needy. He was needly kissing Vance's neck, missing the flavor of his skin.

Vance was breathy heavily as Bruce left sloppy wet kisses along Vance neck, leaving a couple of hickeys.