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While they'd only been living in the same room for a while, it was clear to anyone that John was mildly messy. His clothes might be folded and stuffed in a drawer (not always the same drawer, or with the right things), but there were piles of books that only made sense to him, as well as associated music stuff over in the corner. He kept most of his marking in the study downstairs, deliberately trying to wall off 'work' from the more enjoyable things that happened in the bedroom. Mind, enjoying Bobby seemed to happen in every room of the house, so it was probably a futile quest.

Still, in the wardrobe there was a plastic storage container with a snap-lock top, the type people used to store socks, or spare handyman equipment (batteries, bolts and nails), and a million other little things.

The container was on the top shelf; it could have held anything, wasn't stuffed under the bed or anything private. But it was John's porn collection: a couple of DVDs, one military themed, one office themed, both involving taking the new guy out for something beyond a simple hazing, with some bondage and some rough fucking, based on the DVD covers; a bundle of spank mags which tended to show men and women in authoritative poses, the men in suit and tie, the women in uniform, and a few with riding crops or paddles or cuffs on a nearby chair or hooked in belts. There were a bunch of mags with men in submissive poses as well, or as part of a couple. But just as the more authoritative figures were softened by smirks or crooked grins or the hint of a smile, the submissive partner was typically being held or pinned, chin in the other's hand as a kiss was offered, a lot of full body contact. There were also a fair few shots with hands close around someone's neck as they kissed, and a lot of leather. Like, a lot.

(Both DVD covers featured boyishly handsome guys with blue eyes, not that that meant anything.)

And there were items, too, in the container: some rope, leather gloves, a riding crop, some padded leather cuffs with a loop to make them easier to fasten to whatever was handy, a ballgag, an eye-mask and a dildo. All of John's sexual history (and much of his fantasy life) laid out for anyone to see.

Date: 2015-05-16 09:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby certainly wasn't looking for porn. He'd noticed that the door frame was lifting a little in the bathroom, probably due to the humidity, and he figured he'd just track down a hammer and hopefully a few finishing nails and tack it back down. It would need to be filled, sanded and repainted, but that was a larger project for another day. For now, he just wanted to stop the progress before it separated completely.

He'd remembered seeing that plastic container up on the shelf and pulled it down, hoping to find what he needed without having to go too far. When he set it on the bed and popped the lid, though, he made a soft sound of surprise. That was definitely not finishing nails. He glanced toward the door as if convinced that John would somehow magically be standing there, judging him for snooping, but when he proved to still be alone, he sank down on the bed next to the box, debating whether to explore the contents or respect John's privacy.

Curiosity won out without too much of a fight. It wasn't like he was going to judge John for having a porn stash, right? He just wanted to see if there was anything good, anything they could maybe share. As he pulled out the various items and set them on the bed, though, he started to feel a little nervous. Was this what John was into? Did he expect Bobby to do this stuff someday? What if he couldn't? What if John wouldn't continue to be satisfied by the boring, vanilla sex Bobby was into? What if he needed this...kink?

Regretting his snooping, Bobby started shoving the contents back into the box, heart pounding. He wished he'd never opened it, never poked through what really got John off.

Date: 2015-06-07 07:25 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby swore in surprise at the sound of John's voice. "Uh, hey. I swear to god, I wasn't snooping," he said quickly, biting his lip.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk about what he'd just found, at least before he'd had time to even process it, but he sighed and nodded, avoiding meeting John's eyes. "Okay," he murmured. If John wanted to talk, though, he'd have to do the talking.

Date: 2015-07-04 08:53 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby swallowed, glancing over at the stick in John's hand like it might transform into a venomous snake at any moment. ", uh, like this stuff, huh?" he asked weakly, telling himself that there was nothing wrong with being a little open-minded. He'd never done any of that sort of thing, so how did he know for sure he wouldn't like it? Even if the thought of being tied up and hit turned his stomach into knots. "I mean..." he shrugged helplessly, "I guess we could try some of it sometime." He forced his gaze from the crop up to John's face, then forced a small smile for his benefit. "If you want that." If you need that.

Date: 2015-07-06 06:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes

"I like sex too," Bobby said softly. But this--this wasn't sex. This was being beaten and restrained and...this he wasn't sure he'd like. In fact, he was pretty sure he wouldn't like it, though he'd try to keep an open mind if it was important to John.

" did you get into this...stuff?" he asked, turning the conversation away from him so he didn't have to keep pondering if he'd enjoy it.

Date: 2015-07-11 11:35 pm (UTC)
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" just did it for other people? Because it was what they wanted?" Bobby could definitely relate to that kind of sentiment, and if that was the case it would be quite a relief, honestly.

Date: 2015-07-19 07:23 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
So much for that moment of relief. "...Oh." He frowned, rubbing the palm of his hand absently against his knee. "So...does that mean you to do that stuff to you?" God, he wasn't sure he even could. But on the other hand, again, if it was important to John, shouldn't he at least try?

Date: 2015-07-21 12:50 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
As far as Bobby knew, he was entirely vanilla, at least beyond his sexuality itself. There were those that would argue that simply being bi made him not vanilla, but whatever. He just liked plain, old, regular sex. Not that he wasn't willing to experiment, play and have fun and try new things, just--he wasn't into anything anyone would call kinky, that was all.

Of course, now that fact was clearly a disappointment to John. "Okay," he said softly. "We can try it." Because the last think he wanted to do was disappoint him.
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