I hope you don't mind some grovic questions but --- how do you think their first time went? Was it slow and sweet? Who was on top?
I kinda like to think it wasn’t planned (because planned sex is the fucking worst). It just ended up happening one night while watching a film or after playing a game. The flirting and mindless casual affections just lead to it, slow soft kisses get a little more hungry…
Maybe it’s a lot of touching each other to the point where they can’t stop anymore. No leaving each other hanging or “awkward boners”, it’s mutual and intentional. They almost finish each other there on the couch or wherever but decide it’s more comfortable in the bedroom - even if it takes a while to get there through all the kiss stops - they end up in bed and take there time. It’s easier and more careful and gentle there.
They’d most likely go for a few hours, be attentive and make sure the other gets off the way they want to.
Adam and Bruce being cute finally having time alone to relax after some like RTX or somethin because it's been stressful and they haven't had like any down time or real chance to even speak to each other. Weh plz
It’s tough, being the only two of your entire group to go to a convention. Adam relies on the others--when he’s tired of interacting with people and can use James or even Jacob to use the energy that he doesn’t have. But Bruce is the only one, and the other staff that he knows have their own problems won’t help, so each day leaves him bone tired and unwilling to move until the next morning.
The convention comes and goes, and he only says what he has to to Bruce. Part of him hurts for it--they’re together for this and in life, but the anxiety and the exhaustion keeps him from saying much outside the convention center.
Two days feels like a lifetime. They get to the hotel and undress in silence, getting into their pajamas and sliding into bed. Bruce lets Adam scoot close and runs a hand through his hair absently, scrolling through his phone with the other, and Adam finally decides to break the silence.
“Sorry I haven’t said much.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Bruce hums, looking over at him with a smile, “we’re both stressed. I get it.”
They fall into a comfortable silence again, Adam dozing off against Bruce’s side--it’s nice to have the weight of the convention off him--even the part of him that usually tells him he’s the worst and fans hate him is gone, dissolved with the rest of his stress, and he focuses on Bruce’s breathing to lull him into comfortable sleep.
That grovic post you just reblogged where they're at a Mike Drucker thing looks like they're two boyfriends having date night on a cool Saturday night where they're gonna head to a club after, dance and get tipsy then spend the rest of the evening making out sloppily and giggling about how gorgeous they think the other is.
theyre just two soft bfs having a good time watching comedy
62. “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Adam+Bruce please?
Shitty motel beds are what they are and there’s no sugarcoating it. It’s just something you deal with when you’re edging your way into being a career criminal with a wanted poster that doesn’t show your face.
The night in question, Adam and Bruce are tired, a little hopped up on adrenaline and diner coffee from even before their heist, getting a room in a motel ten miles from the place they robbed.
The motel owner must have a funny sense of humor or Adam and Bruce need to stop touching as much in public because she gives them a room with a single bed. When they get in, Adam sighs. And Bruce says, “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.”
Adam nods, accepting his fate at the mercy of Bruce’s late-night cuddles, and sits at the edge of the bed, feeling his nerves still on fire from the action, the shootout, the drive just barely out of town.
“They’ll be looking for us, y’know.”
Bruce unzips the duffel bag. Says, “I know.”
Adam, with his hands under his thighs, asks, “Is it worth it for you?”
The contents of the duffel tip onto the ugly motel bedspread. Gold and silver and green and blue, all twinkling like dying stars in Adam’s eyes. Bruce breathes out, “Very worth it.”
Adam’s hands--he thought he could just keep them under him but they have minds of their own--
He reaches over their bounty, over the jewelry, to Bruce’s shoulders, pulls him in. Their lips crash together, a surprised moan leaving Bruce’s mouth, and Adam keeps pulling. He needs them to be closer. Closer. Bruce is over him, enveloping him, and he needs them to be closer.
Adam lets his hands wander over Bruce’s skin, shifting them this way and that until he feels the edges of inlaid precious stones digging into his back, and he moans, too, openly, arching his spine into Bruce’s body.
psssssssst kovic+anyone, "I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go"
for u hene <# - some pre-fakehaus.
86. “I guess dying with you isn’t the worse way to go.”
Adam said it a thousand times before this and he will say it again while Bruce is struggling with his task: googling ‘How to crack a safe’ is not how you get into the business of robbery.
Yet here they are, Bruce kneeling on the floor in front of the mom’n’pop store’s safe, cursing to the high heavens because he swore that he googled the correct safe make and model. He prepared for this.
Adam, because he has given up, is laying on the floor next to him. One hand under his head, the other, with his gun out, laid on his belly. He’s waiting until the alarms sound, or until he hears the tell-tale sounds of sirens coming for them. This life of crime had to end sometime, just sooner, rather than later.
“’S been an hour.”
“Shut up, Kovic.”
“Jus’ saying.”
“I--”
The sound of wheels on gravel stop Bruce’s words short. Adam holds his breath, grips his gun tighter.
The car passes, silence enveloping the again. Adam can’t stifle his nervous laughter. He squirms on the floor with it, avoiding Bruce’s disgruntled eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Adam says in between his laughs. “I’m just getting ready to die tonight.”
Bruce groans, “Y’know-- let’s go home. Let’s just go home.”
Adam shakes his head and props himself up on his arm. “No, no. I’m here for the long haul. Or at least until the place opens in the morning. It would be my honor to die with you tonight.”
“Fuck you, Kovic.”
“Aw, Bruce. I’m sorry.”
Bruce sits back on his haunches, brows furrowed. “Gimme your phone. I’m googling this again.”
Adam stifles his laughter. “Okay. You forgot the magic words, though.” He’s not expecting anything, just fucking with Bruce because he’s already so riled up.
He takes out his phone, and Bruce huffs. Says, “I guess dying with you isn’t the worst way to go.”
Adam bites back his smile. “Stop flirting, we might die tonight.”
Bruce snatches the phone out of Adam’s hand. “I’m not buying you anything with this money, just you wait.”
Adam lays back down and listens to Bruce reading WikiHow directions under his breath again.
