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There was something oddly satisfying about cooking. It was like getting back at his mom and showing up everyone he ever knew all at once. Chopping ingredients and sorting through recipes - sure, he was a lot more haphazard than his mom had ever raised him to be, but he got shit done. The actual act of cooking was restorative, using his powers in a fashion that didn't lead to ash and char and devastation.

Mind, right now, his mind wasn't entirely on the recipe he was preparing. After all, he was standing there in his apron and a pair of socks and not much else. Trying to ignore just how aware he was of his bare butt, John 'hmmm'd like it was any other evening, and turned the page of his tattered old recipe book, glancing between the ingredients he'd roughly chopped on the counter and the illustration.

Fuck it, Italian food was always supposed to be a bit rustic. He'd wing the rest, he decided, and got on with it, igniting the gas under the pot of water with a flick of a switch - and then keeping it going with his mind. Cooking with powers was trickier than most people would assume, especially with his powers - he was still dependent on something else igniting the flame, and then he had to manually control the flame despite the flow of the gas through the stove. He'd been doing it since he was 14, though - so that was something. And he sang a little to himself, snatches of stupid dorky love songs, as he decided to chop up some salami and olives.

At least when Bobby came home he'd have two surprises waiting for him.

Date: 2015-03-24 04:09 am (UTC)
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The cold didn't bother Bobby, but it was still a pleasant feeling, moving from the still-brisk weather outside into the cozy warmth of the house. "I'm home," he called out, as if the door opening and closing hadn't announced it.

Date: 2015-04-05 02:43 am (UTC)
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Bobby grinned and followed the direction of John's voice. "Not last I checked--whoa." He stopped in the doorway to the kitchen as he caught his first glimpse at John's current cooking attire. "This is new. I mean...I think it is. Do you do this a lot, and I just don't know it?" he had to ask, grinning faintly. New or not, it was a nice surprise to come home to.

Date: 2015-04-19 06:23 am (UTC)
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Bobby moved into the kitchen, grabbing himself a beer and leaning against the island where he had an excellent view of John's bare ass. "I think it's sexy as hell," he purred, popping the lid from his beer and adding an extra chill to it before taking a sip of the frosty liquid. "Please, carry on. I'll just enjoy the view."

Date: 2015-04-25 09:19 pm (UTC)
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Bobby grinned as he watched John, enjoying the show and starting to formulate an idea. "What, do you want me to vacuum naked or something?" he asked, chuckling low at the mental image of that.

Date: 2015-04-27 04:05 am (UTC)
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Bobby didn't respond. He was too busy crossing the kitchen, his footsteps nearly silent in his socks, and then sinking carefully to his knees to close the last foot of distance. His hands cupped John's ass cheeks and spread them gently as he leaned in to run his tongue experimentally around the revealed opening (and hoping John didn't, like, start a grease fire or something. Maybe he should have paid more attention to what was happening on the stove at the moment.)

Date: 2015-05-11 03:32 am (UTC)
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Bobby chuckled at the reaction he got, probing his tongue a little deeper, starting to gently fuck John's ass with it as his hands kneaded, his eyes closed as he let himself just enjoy the act he was performing.

Date: 2015-06-07 07:08 am (UTC)
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The sounds he was drawing out of John were music to his ears. He moaned softly, reaching around to wrap his fingers around John's cock and stroke slowly as he continued thrusting his tongue, pausing to pull back and tease around the opening for a moment before pressing deeper again.

Date: 2015-07-04 08:39 am (UTC)
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Bobby groaned, half-wishing he had a free hand so he could rub his own hard cock through his pants, but he would just have to be content to wait, and in the meantime the sounds he was inspiring from John were their own kind of exquisite torture, each sending a surge of heat through him.

The offer to fuck him, broken by gasps and moans, was tempting, but Bobby gave a little shake of his head and redoubled his efforts. No, he wanted to make John come just like this, at least this time, and that was made pretty clear without him stopping to utter a single word, simply in the single-minded focus he was putting into the task at hand (and at tongue).

Date: 2015-07-06 06:50 am (UTC)
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Bobby grinned, easing back as he felt John come, squeezing his hip gently before he sat back on his heels, looking pretty damn smug. That had been fun. "God, you're so hot," he murmured, climbing to his feet as he waited for John to recover from his orgasm.

Date: 2015-07-11 11:09 pm (UTC)
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Bobby laughed softly, glancing at the half-prepared meal he'd interrupted. "Sorry, didn't mean to kill your cooking groove," he said with a grin, clearly not sorry at all. "I'm good with your new plan." Especially the blowing him part. He was achingly hard, and that kiss had done nothing to alleviate that in the slightest. "But if that's the order we're doing this in--order fast," he added, moving up to press his body against John's back, letting him feel the arousal, feel how hard doing that had made Bobby.
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