1: dispatch
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“You keep second guessing everything, like right now. I think you’re scared. Scared of saying the wrong thing, so you don’t even finish a sentence.”
Waterboy decides to take a chance and finally be brave. The results are... Pretty nice.
Edit: There's now an official Watermech tag. We win these.
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“U-Uhm, hello? Some–is anyone there?”
Robert pauses just in the doorway out of the kitchen, frowning. What the hell was Waterboy doing calling in? Everyone was dismissed hours ago.
Robert clicks the little button on the headset. “Waterboy? What’s up?”
Only then does he start slowly making his way back to his desk. The lights are all off, save for the lamp at the corner of his desk, and the warm, dim glow does nothing to help his exhaustion. “W–uh. Hey! Robert, yes–yeah. So I’m just. Well, I-I have a sort of, you know, situation.”
OR Robert's trying to finish up some late-night assignments. Waterboy is a disaster. It works out for them.
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As Robert hooked his thumbs in his boxers and shoved them towards the floor, Herman gave a similar reaction. Eyes wide and jaw hanging open slightly, red blush crossing his entire body. He had never seen anyone present themselves naked to him like this before, let alone a crush that he had been pining after for weeks. Herman swallowed hard and averted his gaze, staring into the damp sheets that absorbed the water pouring off of him. He wasn’t sure if this power was a blessing or a curse until Robert broke the silence with a joke.
“At least we won’t need any extra lube.”
Tonight, and perhaps for many nights in the future, his power would be a blessing after all.
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Or, Waterboy is an anxious virgin that Robert doesn't mind showing the ropes of intimacy to. -
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After a few minutes, Robert glanced toward the showers, then back at Waterboy. "You look like you could use a cooldown. A shower might help wash it all away - literally, in your case." He grinned, the expression fond and teasing. Innocently, he kept his hand on Waterboy's shoulder, the other reaching for the front zipper of the wetsuit. "Here, let me give you a hand with that. These things stick like glue when they're wet."
Waterboy's eyes widened, his mouth opening in a frantic attempt to warn him. "W-wait, Robert, I-I don't- Hold on, i-it’s, it's not-" But Robert's voice overlapped his stutters, warm and reassuring as he tugged the zipper down a few inches. "Relax. We've all been there. Just breathe."
Ziiip.
The zipper slid smoothly at first, exposing a strip of pale skin.. And then, Robert froze. There, trailing down from Waterboy's navel, was a faint happy trail of dark hair, leading southward without any barrier. No boxers, no briefs, nothing. It made sense, in hindsight - The guy was a constant fountain; underwear would just turn into a soggy mess. But logic didn't prepare Robert for the sight, his hand still gripping the zipper tab, eyes locked on that unexpected reveal.
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“Um.”
Robert looks like he just stumbled into a murder scene. Herm supposes it isn’t that far off. “W–I-I…Robert, my–I am.. So s-sorry. I–”
“You realize if you wanted to seduce me there were way better ways to go about it, right?” Robert says, lifting a brow, humorously uncertain.
OR Waterboy is feeling desperate after work, blessed with the house to himself. He gets a little overzealous. Who else to call but Robert?