[ Mayday, mayday, mayday. What was Brainy trying to say? He couldn’t - he didn’t mean that. They were only having fun, and they’ve been this close before, just not in this position... oh. Yeah, this is more hot than warm, and Robbie basically just said he wanted Querl’s everything. He meant what he said, but he’s suddenly aware of gaping disconnect in the wiring of his brain: everything doesn’t automatically and immediately include sex. Which seems so wrong that Robbie wants to shut it all down before something goes boom.
He backs up abruptly until they’re distinctly not touching, wondering how far is safe when they’ve already gone too far. Brainy wants more someday, and is apologizing because he thinks that Robbie wants more now. When Robbie was finally getting a good grasp on this level of physicality and it felt wild and comfortable at the same time. ]
I wasn’t trying to... I was going to let you go. I wasn’t going to cop a feel. I just, I really wanted to kiss you.
[ He had thought that they were safe from any discussion of a sexual relationship while they were here by mutual and unspoken agreement, because the lack of privacy and constant threat of repercussions makes even what they currently have risky.
The door has apparently changed the equation, because sex just walked in and demanded to be noticed. ]
It wasn’t supposed to be so... big. I didn’t think. I’m not rushing you. We - you have time.
[ Saying “I’m not ready for that”, with how he’s been acting, seems like a cruel joke. Robbie won’t admit that he misunderstood the signals he was sending, not when Querl’s struggling to find the right words when he normally has a few hundred queued up before his mouth can fully open.
No way he’s leaving him alone out on that limb. He’ll catch up. He has before, on wanting to be more than friends. And on kissing. He hadn’t thought about how all those dramatic door kisses lead to sexual encounters or were interrupted on the way to sexual encounters, but he is now, and matching Querl’s blush.
That’s a good sign, right? If he can get embarrassed over superimposing them into a soap opera bedroom scene, complete with cheesy ballad, then... he’s not broken. ]
And, if you’re never ready, that’s okay. I don’t expect anything, that’s the upside to thinking you deserve better. I think any of your attention’s a gift, and I’m not sorry either. I thought it’d get better if we got closer, but the more I like you, it’s like you get more unattainable but already attained. I’m not beating myself up over thinking you’re amazing. That’s how you wound up getting kissed in the first place.
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He backs up abruptly until they’re distinctly not touching, wondering how far is safe when they’ve already gone too far. Brainy wants more someday, and is apologizing because he thinks that Robbie wants more now. When Robbie was finally getting a good grasp on this level of physicality and it felt wild and comfortable at the same time. ]
I wasn’t trying to... I was going to let you go. I wasn’t going to cop a feel. I just, I really wanted to kiss you.
[ He had thought that they were safe from any discussion of a sexual relationship while they were here by mutual and unspoken agreement, because the lack of privacy and constant threat of repercussions makes even what they currently have risky.
The door has apparently changed the equation, because sex just walked in and demanded to be noticed. ]
It wasn’t supposed to be so... big. I didn’t think. I’m not rushing you. We - you have time.
[ Saying “I’m not ready for that”, with how he’s been acting, seems like a cruel joke. Robbie won’t admit that he misunderstood the signals he was sending, not when Querl’s struggling to find the right words when he normally has a few hundred queued up before his mouth can fully open.
No way he’s leaving him alone out on that limb. He’ll catch up. He has before, on wanting to be more than friends. And on kissing. He hadn’t thought about how all those dramatic door kisses lead to sexual encounters or were interrupted on the way to sexual encounters, but he is now, and matching Querl’s blush.
That’s a good sign, right? If he can get embarrassed over superimposing them into a soap opera bedroom scene, complete with cheesy ballad, then... he’s not broken. ]
And, if you’re never ready, that’s okay. I don’t expect anything, that’s the upside to thinking you deserve better. I think any of your attention’s a gift, and I’m not sorry either. I thought it’d get better if we got closer, but the more I like you, it’s like you get more unattainable but already attained. I’m not beating myself up over thinking you’re amazing. That’s how you wound up getting kissed in the first place.