The kiss feels awkward, at first, and Robbie is dimly aware that it’s his fault. He’s acting on determination, trying to prove something to… to someone. Maybe himself. That this shouldn’t be terrifying, he shouldn’t be so tense that he feels like he’s shaking.
Then, Vance’s hand cups Robbie’s cheek, and everything seems to change while he’s caught up in how much that ramps up the intimacy. The kiss doesn’t feel as forced, and Rob leans into it, reaching his free hand for Vance. It settles tentatively on his waist, despite a growing desire to tug him closer and go for a deeper kiss.
It would, he realizes, be clumsy and high school-ish. Like shining a light on how long it’s really been since Robbie’s kissed anyone at all. The thought of being found out as boasting, even years removed from his inflated claims, sours him on immediate further kissing.
Robbie breaks away and inches back, leaving Vance’s hand on his cheek and his own hand curled into a loose fist against Vance’s side. He wants to ask if that was okay, but can’t stomach a no.
“That was all right,” he hears himself say without confidence. It wasn’t quite – he feels stripped and vulnerable, and he doesn’t know where to look. “I – sorry. 'All right' got stuck in my head. I liked it.”
He shuts up before he can continue to make everything worse and continues staring through the corner of Vance’s mouth, awaiting judgment and berating himself for how hopeful that last sentence had sounded to his ears.
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Then, Vance’s hand cups Robbie’s cheek, and everything seems to change while he’s caught up in how much that ramps up the intimacy. The kiss doesn’t feel as forced, and Rob leans into it, reaching his free hand for Vance. It settles tentatively on his waist, despite a growing desire to tug him closer and go for a deeper kiss.
It would, he realizes, be clumsy and high school-ish. Like shining a light on how long it’s really been since Robbie’s kissed anyone at all. The thought of being found out as boasting, even years removed from his inflated claims, sours him on immediate further kissing.
Robbie breaks away and inches back, leaving Vance’s hand on his cheek and his own hand curled into a loose fist against Vance’s side. He wants to ask if that was okay, but can’t stomach a no.
“That was all right,” he hears himself say without confidence. It wasn’t quite – he feels stripped and vulnerable, and he doesn’t know where to look. “I – sorry. 'All right' got stuck in my head. I liked it.”
He shuts up before he can continue to make everything worse and continues staring through the corner of Vance’s mouth, awaiting judgment and berating himself for how hopeful that last sentence had sounded to his ears.