random juce

Admiration

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Bruce couldn't help but notice the way his green haired friend looked at him. Gazing, admiring him without another thought in the world. Bruce never stared back. For one, he didn't understand why his friend was doing this. And two, it made him feel a bit awkward. It seemed anywhere they went the man would be fixed into one of his hypnotic gazes. All he could do is sit and wonder about what the man was thinking while he did this. Was he only lost in his own thought? Or was he really eyeing Bruce up and down? He couldn't think of a reasonable excuse as to why he would stare. He couldn't be that interested in him... right? No- John liked Harley. Bruce had even asked him before if he had feelings for him. He, though awkwardly, denied any feelings. But was he lying?

Bruce dismissed his thoughts. He didn't like where they were going- at least, he didn't think he did. He couldn't. John seemed to have snapped out of his gaze, lifting his drink and taking a sip from it. He smiled softly at Bruce. A strange, different smile from his usual toothy grin. Bruce tried desperately to think up a conversation starter. He felt something strange inside about John's little simper that he couldn't quite put into words. "So, uh, John, have you talked to Harley yet?" Bruce asked, trying to break the silence. "Well... no," John replied, taking another sip of his drink, "I've been thinking about it, but I think.. ah never mind." He took another drink, his face flushing a bit. "John.." Bruce began, "you can tell me anything, you know that, right?" John nodded, not looking up from his drink. Bruce knew something was wrong. John never acted this way. Bruce put his hand on John's shoulder, looking him straight in the face, "Please, if there's something you need to tell me, just tell me." John didn't look up, "It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it." Bruce removed his hand from his shoulder. He couldn't help but worry. He nodded once, feeling the silence become awkward once again.

Once the two had finished their drinks, Bruce left a pricey tip on the counter, and waited for his friend. John followed alongside Bruce, his hands buried deep in his pockets. They found themselves walking in an alley, empty except for the two. Bruce couldn't stop wondering about his friend. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, which made John stop, too, confused. "John..." Bruce begins. "Y-yes-?"
"Tell me- truthfully this time- are you in love with me?" Bruce asked this slowly, softly as to not stress John. "I- I don't- Bruce-" John stuttered. Bruce took the smaller man's hands and looked him in the face. His expression was soft, yet worried. John seemed highly anxious, yet soothed at the very touch of Bruce's hands. "Bruce, I..-" He couldn't finish. He wouldn't. "It's ok, John. Really, it's ok. Just tell me." Bruce said softly. John hesitated a moment, and reluctantly murmured, "Yes, Bruce... Sorry- I'm sorry- I don't-.. I didn't mean-" Bruce pulled the other man into a hug, "Don't be sorry, John. Never be sorry for that. It's ok, perfectly ok," Bruce, too, hesitated a moment, "I think I may be in love with you, too.." John became teary eyed at the sound of this, hugged Bruce tighter. Without thinking, Bruce kissed John's cheek. He didn't know why, but he liked it either way.

Bruce pulled slightly out of the hug, still keeping his hands on the other man, "Come on," he took his hand, "I'll take you to the mansion, ok?" John nodded, following him obediently. He was still astonished that the playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne could love someone like him. He was seen by many as a psychopathic monster. He was surprised Bruce was even his friend, let alone boyfriend. Through his astonishment, though, he was relieved to finally get this off his chest- and even more relieved to still have Bruce after he had admitted his feelings for him.

They soon reached Bruce's car, which he held the passenger's door of open for John. He got inside, allowing Bruce to shut the door behind him. John watched as Bruce walked to the other side of the car. When Bruce got in, John mumbled "Are you sure Bruce? I mean... you've never seemed to be interested in men before.." Bruce thought for a moment, "Maybe not before, but you'll be my first." John looked at him, wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Bruce simply smiled and started the car.

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As they approached the mansion, John looked even more nervous than before. "You alright, John?" Bruce asked worriedly. John nodded. The car slowly came to a stop. Bruce exited the car, walking over and opening the door for John, though he was trying to do it himself at the same time. He followed Bruce to door, waiting for him unlock it. Bruce waited for him to walk inside, shutting the door behind them. "Welcome, Master Wayne, and you are?" The butler, Alfred, turned to John. "Uh, John," he replied awkwardly. Alfred offered his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Sir." John took his hand and shook it gently, "Please, just call me John." "As you wish, John. May I get you two anything?" The butler asked. "No, thank you, Alfred," Bruce knew John felt quite awkward. He tried to keep the attention away from him. The butler nodded and turned to walk away.

Bruce took John over to a sofa, sitting down next to him, while still leaving a bit of space between them. John filled this space, though, as he moved himself closer to Bruce, leaning into him. Bruce instinctively wrapped an arm around him, holding the skinny man. He could have sworn he heard the other man purring as he snuggled himself further into Bruce. Though this was new, and a tad strange to Bruce, he enjoyed it nonetheless. It seemed to lull him into a rather calm state of mind.

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