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He's done this so many times before and yet he takes his time, zoning out as he went through the motions. Over, under, through. There's a hitch of breath he ignores but then his hands get tugged as the other moves and he realises how close they are all of the sudden. His eyelids flutter, his vision swimming back. There's a moment his eyes dip to parted lips and he remembers where he is, pulling his gaze away and putting some distance in between them while the person in front of him word vomited from nerves.
“And- you look different.”
“Yeah?” Robert's hands still on Waterboy's tie, “What gave it away?”
“You're so small.” He looks like he regrets the words immediately, face going pale before flushing again, “I-I m-mean- mean”
Robert's low laugh cuts him off, “Oh yeah, what of it?” He leans back, letting the tie slip from his fingers, “You got a problem with that, Big boy?”
Waterboy nearly floods the couch.
“Jesus.” Robert curses.
He scoots away, legs spreading to avoid the spread of water coming from the younger guy. Robert winces, feeling like an asshole when he looks back at him - a complete fumbling mess, stuttering and crying and leaking.
“Okay, calm down, here let me help.”
Robert pulls his mask off and grabs Waterboy's shoulders, “Deep breaths. Come on.”
Thumbs rub at his shoulders in prompting and soothing circles until he successfully mimics Robert. Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Good. That's good.”
Waterboy shakes his head, and Robert shifts to look him in the eyes as much as he can through those foggy glasses, “I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. I wasn't coming on to you.”
“I-it's okay. Of course you weren't- weren't.” There's a flash of something like utter disappointment across his face but Robert doesn't dwell on it.
“Come on let's get you cleaned up, I'll fix your tie again after. “
“No, I - I couldn't possibly ask M-Mecha-man to do t-this. It's my own fault- fault… ” Waterboy trailed off, the other's hand still firm on his twitching shoulder.
“Hey, it's just Robert right now. Just a normal guy, okay? You're alright.” He smoothed a hand down Waterboy's back, gently guiding him into one of the vacant bathrooms.
“These blowers are insane, nearly pissed myself first time I used it and it almost blew me across the room.”
“That strong?”
“Mhm, take off your suit and I'll dry it under this one here.”
Waterboy's hands fly up wildly, “NO! I - I mean - No that's not neces- necessary. I'll make it wet again anyway.”
“We can dry the outside at least, keep the interview room chairs dry?” Robert joked before his expression softened.
Waterboy was the picture of utter dismay. He folded in on himself more and more, looking so uncomfortable and red and wet in the middle of the floor, a small puddle forming around his feet. Robert's dealt with his fair share of pee and he would've dealt with it again if needed but fuck was he happy it was only water. It seemed to flow from every seam of the bright suit, a steady drip down the guy's legs before it met the floor.
“Here, let's try this first. This okay?” Robert approached with a wad of paper towels, lifting one to his face to demonstrate.
Waterboy nodded, opening his hand but instead of giving him the towels, Robert pressed it to his red cheeks effectively making them burn even redder.
"I-i can-”
“I don't think you can right now,” Robert shushed him, “You're nervous. I'm sorry about that. You'll be fine in your interview. I can give you some tips if you'd like?”
The other nodded, his lips pressed together and his eyes darting away from Robert's. Robert wiped at his face, drying his skin as much as he could. The slide of his fingers felt like burning against the other's skin.
“Right, some eye contact wouldn't hurt. I know it's difficult but people respect you more if you can meet them head on.”
He discarded some soaked towels and used others to pat at Waterboy's hair. “Don't let them intimidate you, they won't do anything to you so there's no reason to be scared. And if you're still scared, then do it scared and get it over with. You'll feel better after.”
Robert pulled the tie loose, chucking it onto one of the sinks and pushing some of the towels into the neck of Waterboy's suit. “Take breaths before you speak. Think what you want to say before you say it - it'll help with the stutter.”
Waterboy nods and Robert smiles, motioning to his face. “If you don't need these, don't use them for the interview. Let's see your eyes a bit better.”
Waterboy nods again when Robert lifts his hands towards his face in silent question.
Roberts slender fingers slipped under the rubber bands, lifting them carefully to avoid pulling his hair before pulling it off completely. His damp hair fell over his face and he slouched further, letting his head hang and the light brown strands fall over his blue eyes. They were pretty - a light blue that seemed to swirl and move, looking very much like water funny enough. They blinked to focus, racing across Robert's face and darting back to the floor a breath later. He was kind of cute.
“There, isn't that better?”
Waterboy swallowed, finally meeting Robert's gaze again for longer than a second.
“See? It's better to make eye contact even if you hate it. And stop slouching, it makes you seem like a pushover.”
“I am.” He said in a small voice.
Robert only smiled kindly, hands gripping his shoulders and guiding them back. One hand remained on a slightly damp shoulder while the other pressed at the boy's spine. The hands worked against each other, maneuvering Waterboy's body until he was completely upright and straightened out.
Robert blinked, “Fuck, you really are big.”
A whine escaped the other's throat, quiet and shy and it rang throughout the bathroom absolutely deafening in Robert's ears.
Waterboy smacked a wet hand over his mouth, his shoulders slouching forward again. Both stood frozen, blinking at each other. More moisture seemed to form on Waterboy's heated skin, dripping down the side of his face and for a second Robert's thoughts went somewhere they shouldn't.
“It's.. Fuck. It's okay. It happens.”
“I'm s-so sor-sorry.” Waterboy forced out from behind his hand like he didn't trust himself if he removed it.
“There's nothing to be sorry about, let's just try again and I won't say anything this time.” Robert rubbed a hand through his hair before stepping closer again to guide the other away from the mess on the floor. It would be the new Janitor's problem, he didn't have time for it now. Gods, how much water can one person create? The floor was going to be flooded.
“It's n-never been this much - much.” He almost sobbed as if he heard Robert's thoughts.
Robert's hand had meant to be comforting but the second it squeezed Waterboy's side, he jerked, sending them both sliding on the wet floor. Waterboy fell back against the sink with Robert in tow, his hands gripping the sink on either side of the other as he slid to a stop between Waterboy's shaking thighs. Oh gods - another sound spilled from Waterboy at the same time water drenched the floor beneath them once again.
Robert had to take a deep and steadying breath, the other's body shaking against him and those blue eyes jumping and searching his face like he was waiting to get yelled at. Robert looked up at him, taking in his flushed appearance as he all but rattled out of his skin. He still managed to look taller all slouched over like that, big and so shy it was almost too endearing to pass up. He looked utterly at Robert's mercy and it brought another stroke of heat low in Robert's stomach. He swallowed, flattening his palms against the other's sides and letting his eyes drop down the space between their bodies. I
What has he gotten himself into?
Waterboy's chest heaved, his skin glistening and his lanky legs spread open to accommodate Robert in between them. More water dripped down them and suddenly Robert focused on the other's crotch - wet and strained. Waterboy let out another pitiful sound when he realised where exactly Robert's attention was focused.
“S-sorry. I- I'm so s-sorry - I -”
“Are you this wet everywhere?”
“W-What?” Waterboy blinked in confusion, his blue eyes filled with unshed tears.
Robert didn't repeat himself, “Tell me when to stop.”
His hands moved to unzip Waterboy's suit, pulling it open to reveal a smooth chest covered in a sheen of clear fluid. His palms flattened against the skin, fingers spreading under the fabric to push it down slender shoulders. Waterboy opened his mouth but didn't say anything, breaths falling in quick bursts as he helped to pull his arms out of his drenched sleeves. At least he could follow silent instructions well.
“Fuck, what am I doing?” Robert breathed out, voice low and his trembling fingers dragging down Waterboy's slick torso to the edge of his waist. Waterboy's body followed like Robert's touch commanded it, arching up into the touch and clutching at the sink to stop himself from falling.
“Want me to stop?”
Waterboy shook his head vigorously, body trembling beneath Robert's unsteady hands.
“Tell me.”
“N-No.” He squeaked.
“You've never been this wet,” Robert reiterates, “Are you this wet for me?”
Waterboy lets out a strained moan, thighs quivering and hips canting forward into Robert's hands. Robert pulled the fabric away from his quivering body, exposing the mess between his thighs with a wet squelch.
“Oh - Christ -” Robert's dick jumped in his pants, now aching and hard but all he could focus on was the dripping length jutting out from Waterboy's narrow hips.
“You really are a big boy, huh?”
The answering mewl was crushed between their lips, Robert's mouth swallowing the whimpering sounds with a sudden desperation as his hand wrapped around the other's leaking length. Waterboy's hips bucked into his hand immediately, his wet length sliding effortlessly through Robert's clenched fist.
Robert gripped the back of Waterboy's head, fingers tangling in his wet hair and holding him in place as he tipped his head up and absolutely devoured his mouth. His hand didn't let up either, stroking Waterboy with a ferocity and need he couldn't describe. He hasn't felt like this in a long time and even though his hips bucked against his own hand between them trying to get friction, he couldn't care less about his own release. Robert had to see this guy come undone beneath him - because of him. He's never had anyone look at him so desperate and honest and sweet and he wanted to ruin him in the best of ways.
“Just like that.” Robert coo'd against his mouth, their kisses uncoordinated, inexperienced and sloppy but so good.
His thumb circled the head of Waterboy's straining dick, fingers gripping him tighter and hand twisting with the upward stroke of slick skin. Waterboy's mouth hung open, saliva slipping down his chin and onto his chest as his voice broke into stuttering pleas, hips bucking into the air and Robert's hand as he came quick and messy and absolutely drenching the front of Robert's suit. Robert let it happen, kept stroking him until the last of him stopped spasming and his tall body slumped forward into Robert.
Robert brushed Waterboy's wet hair out of his face, whispering gently to him to keep breathing until his rasping stopped. He pat his back, “There you go. You did good.”
“We j-just- we and you - you - oh! I - s-sorry let me-"
Robert shifts his hips away, “Don't worry about me. I've made a mess of you before your interview - you might actually be late now. “
Waterboy jerked upright and Robert gave him an apologetic smile, “Clean up, I'll go give them an excuse.”
“Y-you'd do that? For m-me?” Waterboy looked so hopeful, face flushed and looking utterly fucked and Robert had to push his need so far down. He had to think of awful things like house fires and sad puppies to will his dick to calm.
“Yes, I don't dine and dash.”
Waterboy couldn't possibly get redder and Robert unlocked the door with a small laugh, “Get cleaned up, I'll fix your tie there.”
“W-wait!”
“Hm?”
“Can- I- ah.” Waterboy opened and closed his mouth several times, looking like a sad puppy himself now.
Robert smiled, pushing his hair away from his face and straightening his wet clothes. He'd have to swing by his things to grab another dry set first.
“Come find me after the interview.”
Waterboy swallowed, cheeks on fire as Robert adjusted himself in his pants and slipped out of the bathroom.
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