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Two nights ago, John had signalled a time out on account of how tired he'd been after teaching three classes and catching up with his load of marking. Last night, he'd begged off with a headache and a wan smile. Both nights, there had been snuggling, and kissing, but nothing too intense. It wasn't that he didn't want Bobby - quite the opposite, he wanted his boyfriend all the fucking time, he wanted him in every goddamn room in the house and across half of London and he wanted to bend over the couch and practically order Bobby to fuck him hard more often than not.

Which explained why movie night that night involved John being hard and uncomfortable and sitting apart on the sofa, trying to disguise his boner with a bowl of popcorn. He knew Bobby wouldn't be ashamed of things, wouldn't judge him, would never judge him. (Okay, he might judge him for some of John's kinkier fantasies, but he wasn't going there. Yet.) And that made it worse, because John knew that the only person who was liable to embarrassed about what a slutty bottom on poppers he'd become was himself.

He didn't know what to do about that. He didn't know how not to be embarrassed guy with awkward boner.

Date: 2015-03-24 04:20 am (UTC)
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Bobby was okay with John not wanting him as much as he wanted John. It happened sometimes. If he wasn't in the mood, that wasn't a big deal.

Except lately, he'd started to wonder if maybe it was a big deal. Especially when John had turned him down two nights in a row and tonight had left a very deliberate-feeling gap between them when they started the movie.

He hated confrontation, but sitting here wondering was going to drive him crazy. If John was getting sick of him, didn't he want to know that? Just pull the bandaid off and find out where he stood? Better to know now than to keep going like they were, to keep getting in deeper with him if it was all going to end--and knowing them, end with a spectacular explosion. John wouldn't do anything without a show, including a break-up.

So he leaned forward and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie before shifting to face John. He took a deep breath and asked softly, "Is something wrong?"

Date: 2015-04-16 04:13 am (UTC)
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Bobby laughed a little at the confession, because how could he not. If there was something wrong with John just because he couldn't stop thinking about Bobby, then there was something wrong with Bobby, too. "You think I don't do that too?" he asked softly. "I think about you constantly. Some days I can't wait to get home just because I know you'll be waiting here, and I can kiss you and smell you and--well, yeah. All of the other stuff," he finished lamely, because wanting sex he was okay with. Having sex he was fine. Talking about sex...he was working on. It was one thing to tell John all of the many and varied ways he wanted him, thought about him, when they were in the middle of things, but just sitting on the couch talking about it was a bit more awkward.

"As far as how to do, every one is different. There's no guide book, baby. We'll just figure it out as we go. But for the record, you're doing a great job so far. Better than I am, I think," he finished with a rueful smile, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders to keep him close.

Date: 2015-04-20 02:46 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby laughed a little when John mentioned the hat, a surprised chuckle was just a fedora, just a bit of wish fulfillment, at the end of the day. Although if it turned John on...maybe he'd have to make a point of wearing it more often.

And then John was pressing him backwards, hovering over him, and for a moment he was wide-eyed with surprise, trying to recall what he'd even said. But John kept coming, kept talking, and he relaxed, twining his arms around John's neck as their lips met. It was too brief, and then he was looking up at John and smiling faintly, arms still loosely clasped around John's neck. "...I mean, aren't you?" he asked, completely sincere, and pleased that John thought he was doing well on his end at least.

Date: 2015-04-26 07:21 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby's brow furrowed as he adjusted his hold on John, arms wrapping around his back, holding him close. "...Have I ever made you think that's what I want from you?" he asked quietly. As for John being boring, well--that was straight-up laughable. "And you're dating a guy that could best be described as vanilla ice cream personified, John-boy. I'm not the one I'm worried about getting bored in all of this. I don't think you've ever bored me." Frustrated, sure. Infuriated, more than once, especially back in school. Disappointed him even, once or twice, but never ever bored him.

Date: 2015-04-27 04:26 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby moved a hand up to stroke John's hair, smiling up as he talked and nodding a little in agreement. John's words filled him with warmth, made him feel comfortable and a little more confident about where they stood. And then John said the words.

Bobby was silent for a long moment, letting the truth of those words sink into him, and then he broke into a sweet smile. "I love you too, baby," he murmured, lifting his head to look at John as he said them back. There was no question, no hesitation. He'd loved John for years, whether the other man believed that or not--but he meant them in the 'this is real and true and strong and right,' kind of way, not just in the 'I give a shit what happens to you,' kind of way. It was easy to say them, and speaking them aloud, feeling his chest tighten with the emotion he was expressing, he wondered why he hadn't said it sooner.

Date: 2015-05-11 12:22 am (UTC)
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Conversations with John often took sharp left turns like that, from confessions of love to discussing exploring stuff in the bedroom, so Bobby just gave a little nod.

He thought about the proposal for a moment, instead. Having his own space was nice, but hell, he was practically moved into John's room as it was. There was no reason for him to keep a separate bedroom just for his stuff.

So he smiled and nodded again. "Okay. I mean, it makes sense. And then you can rent out the room again, if you want to." Although it would be weird having someone else there, unless they could find another mutant to rent the place. That wouldn't be so bad, he guessed.
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