Eisen’s eyes were locked on Rory’s, intensity palpable as he listened to each word that his best friend said. Of course he remembered that day. Eisen had been so terrified that day, and quite obviously so had Rory. “I remember,” he breathed out, nodding his head and swallowing thickly as Rory’s hand inched ever closer. He listened to his friend’s confession, and his eyes widened in both shock and undeniable ecstasy when they finally reached their destination and the confession came through in purred intones against his ear. He didn’t even know that Rory’s voice could take that tone, but holy god did Eisen wish he’d never speak in another tone again.
Mouth agape, Eisen raised his hips slightly against Rory’s hand and gasped in deeply for a breath, free hand seeking out anything on Rory to touch. He wanted to respond… wanted to tell Rory that even though he'd said it a mere few minutes ago, until a week or two ago he didn’t realize that he loved Rory, but any conscious thought was completely and totally stolen by the feel of Rory’s hand against his skin. “Oh,” he started, still trying to find air in his lungs. “Oh Rory,” he whispered again, breath finally coming, albeit erratically.
He needed to say something; he needed to tell Rory that he felt the same way. Gathering his brain, even thought the intense feeling Rory’s hands were bringing to him, he let out another gasping sigh and then met Rory’s eyes again. “I… I love you, too,” he whispered breathlessly. Yes, he knew he'd just said it, but it was worthy of repetition. “I didn’t know it, but I think I always have… I love you, too, Rory. There’s no doubt in my mind,” he said honestly. Absolutely no doubt in his mind.
Rory’s hands were masterful, and when they slid deftly over a sensitive spot, Eisen’s eyes closed, his head falling back a little. He wanted to see Rory’s reaction, but he couldn’t help it. The reaction was involuntary. He wasn’t sure if it was the way Rory’s hands felt, or the fact that he was just… positive of how he felt now, but Eisen already felt himself nearing the edge. With a cry of Rory’s name, he toppled happily over it. His mind was clouded with both post-coital bliss and the confession that Rory made as he lay there, trying to gather his thoughts enough to speak again.
When he finally could, he turned toward Rory, eyes shining with adoration, and smiled. “I meant what I said. Both times I said it,” he spoke a little clearer now. “I love you.”