That's him, an old, creaky mattress. From the sixties. Romance is alive and well in rural Kansas.
Does he want to lie down.
Bruce looks at him. What a strange question. He wants to do a lot more than lie down. He wants-- he wants more than is appropriate to say, maybe even think, for all that they do not actually know each other, because it would be one thing to say I want to fuck you, but that's just the shallow end of it. Would Clark drown, in the depths of what he wants out of him? Out of anyone he feels--
A way for.
"Yeah."
He shifts back. He gets a hand on Clark's hip and keeps it as he sinks back, watching him, drawing him along with him. They have to lay side-by-side, of course, because Clark on top of him is going to take this in a direction the romance-is-dead mattress is not going to survive.
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Does he want to lie down.
Bruce looks at him. What a strange question. He wants to do a lot more than lie down. He wants-- he wants more than is appropriate to say, maybe even think, for all that they do not actually know each other, because it would be one thing to say I want to fuck you, but that's just the shallow end of it. Would Clark drown, in the depths of what he wants out of him? Out of anyone he feels--
A way for.
"Yeah."
He shifts back. He gets a hand on Clark's hip and keeps it as he sinks back, watching him, drawing him along with him. They have to lay side-by-side, of course, because Clark on top of him is going to take this in a direction the romance-is-dead mattress is not going to survive.