BRANCE + RINNEY

i want your love to seep into my skin, seriously.

vance smelled like sweat. sweat and smoke. he looked tired, all slouched in on himself with a dazed look sunken into his eyes. he hadn't gone outside to smoke, not that it was weird for him to do so inside. it was just, sort of unusual.

"its not even hot, why are you sweating?" finney had slumped down beside him, tucked his knees into his chest and laid his head on the flat of them. vance turned slightly, humming a low tune in the back of his throat. blowing the last bit of smoke out of his mouth, he aimed right at finney's face. pulling a disgusted expression, finney frowned. "asshole."

slow foosteps made their way towards where the two boys sat, nearly cuddled into each other's sides. finney gasped, taken slightly aback when a pair of arms loosely tangled around his waist, cold fingers thumbing at the tuft of baby fat leaning over the waistband of his sweatpants.

"you're warm." robin's voice was like honey, warmth oozing out from it and sticking to the pale skin on finney's neck. "you're cold, really cold. what'd you do? stand in front of a fan?" finney snuggled into robin's chest when he sat down, now cuddled between both him and vance. "maybe."

"god, you two make me sick. seriously, i'm gonna vomit on the both of you." vance shook his head and stood up, sucking out the last bit of smoke his cigarette would offer before discarding it on the floor to smush with his shoe. "you love us, shut up." finney had his eyes closed, his tongue poking out slightly as his muscles relaxed in content. "whatever."

another round of footsteps and the group had been completed, the smell of strawberry and chocolate mixing together lightly. bruce had a smile gracing his lips, starts sparkling in his eyes as he stared at the three boys in front of him. he'd brought home ice cream, two containers of it.

"oh my god, you're the best. i love you. i'm in love with you. we should get married. we should-," vance slapped a hand over finney's mouth and crouched down to his height. "shut up moron." removing his hand, vance flicked the center of finney's forehead, smiling when the boy squirmed away from his touch. "seriously, you're an asshole."

bruce and robin looked at each other, a silent conversation strung between them as they looked back at the other two boys. "okay, anyways. who wants ice cream?"