Super Crush (BxB)

The Boss (S2)

I am way too busy letting my mouth get reacquainted with Abe's to think about anything else. In my mind, we are on the rooftop again. My hands press into the small of his back as though I'm scared he will fly off at any moment. But his hand on the back of my neck, thumb settled behind my ear, comforts me. It reassures me that he isn't going anywhere.

I step back to catch my breath and take in his beautiful mug. His hands rest on my hips as we stand quietly looking at each other.

What a sight for sore eyes.

Then my brow furrows. I suddenly remember the past 20 minutes. He chasing me around the bunker with a fake sword.

"What was that all about?"

He shakes my hips playfully and says, "I missed you, duh."

A soft snort escapes my nose. "No, not the kiss. I know what that was all about. The whole pretend trying to kill me?"

Abe chuckles awkwardly. He runs his hands through his trimmed hair. I almost forget the question I had asked because I am wracking my brain to remember the last time he cut his blond mane this short. It looks good on him, just very different.

"Funny story. It was a test the boss asked me to put you through. I think he's going to be happy to see how well you did. I have to give you props for the table thing. Great use of environmental elements."

Though I find his compliment strangely endearing, I can't prevent my face from contorting into a scowl. I think about all the times that people have told me my expressions hide nothing.

"Abe. You're being kinda weird."

I know this guy like I know myself. Or at least I would have believed that I did about six months ago. No matter what has happened between us, I still know something is up. He is trying to figure out what to say. I am not sure if he is keeping something from me or trying to find a way to keep me safe from something.

So, I cut to the chase, "Who in the Bruce Springsteen is your boss? And what kind of crazy-ass person are you working for this time?"

"Well, funny story," Abe starts. The way his face lights up, I can tell that this is the right question to ask.

He is about to open up when his "funny story" is cut short.

The loud clanging of the metal garage door behind us cuts him off. Smoke billows out of the opening as a crash makes me jump. Skidding across the concrete floor are some kind of machine parts. Looking closer, I can see a metal arm and a cybertronic leg. They belong to a robot, or what used to be a robot.

"Damn. Gonna have to tell the boss I destroyed another one," a figure says, emerging from the wall of fog that has now filled half of the large room.

My body goes still. As the smoke dissipates, it is Clay standing before us.

When his eyes lock on me, he too is frozen. The remains of a robot head fall from his grasp with a clang and it breaks my stare. I glance from Abe to Clay and back again. I am sure we look like that stupid meme of the Spider-Men pointing at each other.

What do I do? I am essentially in the arms of the guy I love, standing across from the guy whom I developed feelings for while said first guy was breaking my heart. Clay has been the owner of the other 50% of all conscious thoughts that have raced and dabbled across my mind since the battle in New York. And he deserves at least half of them–all things considered.

"Go to him." I feel Abe's breath on my ear. It is like he can read my mind. He gives me a wink and pats my shoulder. Stepping away from me, Abe heads toward the garage doorway. Before turning the corner and leaving Clay and me alone, he gives Clay a bro shoulder punch. It doesn't go unnoticed.

I turn to Clay. He is only ten feet away but I can't seem to take the first step.

Then he clears his throat and bashfully says, "Hey."

He gives me a classic Clay half-smile.

"Hey," I reply before my feet wake up and I saunter toward him.

My body melts into his. His big arms take me in and wrap me in warmth. I want to thank him and yell at him for doing what he did for me and kiss him and cry all at the same time. But instead, I fiercely nuzzle my head into his neck and plaster every inch of my body I can against his. Words are failing me, but my actions tells him everything I want to say and can't. He has to know how appreciative I am and how much I have missed him and how much I care.

"You're alive," I say into his chest. It's dumb, but it is all I can manage.

"Indeed."

"You will never understand," I tell him but I can't find any more logical language to finish my statement. Too many emotions are swirling around in me.

"Shh. Shh. Shh. I understand." And he does. As he holds me, I can tell he does understand.

I look up at him and our gaze finds each other. There is an undeniable bond that resurfaces, and I can't help myself.

I kiss him. 

I know it is douchebaggery since I just kissed Abe about half a minute ago, but my body takes over. It feels right and natural. It's the best way, no, the only way, I can show him how I feel.

The connection is soft and sweet. Reassuringly chaste. My hands find the sides of his face. I don't want to push it, but I know we are on the edge of unleashing something. Something more.

Prematurely, he removes his lips and rests his forehead against mine.

"Hey, hey, hey," he says. Each "hey" has its own meaning.

He leans back, taking his head away from mine. His cheeks are red hot, but my face feels instantly cold.

Clay covers my hands with his massive paws and brings them down between us. My palms wrapped in his.

"Let's save that."

I don't want to stop, but I go with it for everyone's sake.

"After all, your boyfriend is in the other room."

Though he grins sadly, we don't let go of each other's hands. They make a bridge from him to me. Reconnecting us.

Wait. Is Abe my boyfriend?

What are Abe and me? What are Clay and me? A mess. The three of us are a mess. There is no lying to myself. What we have here is a textbook love triangle.

There I go being a cliché again. Eww. 

Abe's voice chimes in behind us, entering the main hall. "Hate to interrupt, fellas. But the boss is here."

No sooner does Abe give us the announcement than a loud mechanical lurch sounds off across the bunker. The platform I came down on lowers slowly. In the dim light of the elevator's opening, a man materializes.

At the end of the row of columns and smooth stone floor is a familiar face. Real and in living color.

"Hey boss, our visitor has arrived," Abe calls to him as he walks our way.

"So you made it," the boss says to me.

And my legs are now pumping. I am sprinting toward him. In moments, I close the distance between us. I collide into him. My arms wrap around his waist and his encompass my shoulders.

"Hey, wild thing. I am glad to see you too," he says as if little time has passed between seeing me last.

I look up to see his face. There are tears in the corners of his eyes. I know mine are running down my face.

"I've missed you, Dad."