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John had woken early and moved lightly under the sheets, to prop his head up on one hand and just look at the young man sleeping on the other side of the bed. Bobby Drake. Bobby freaking Drake, probably Robert, possibly Louis just for shits and giggles, sleeping in his bed, curled up under the covers after a night that wasn't nearly drunk enough to give either of them any excuses.

John just looked at him for a few minutes that felt like a lifetime, breathing quiet, speaking no words, and the smile that spread across his face was full of wonder. Even if no one was awake to see it.

So he snuck out of bed like a thief, grabbing a decent plush robe from the back of the door and tying it around his waist, and headed down the stairs to fry up some eggs and bacon for breakfast. Breakfast for two, that was.

The problem, he decided, after he'd gotten the eggs out and made sure the bacon was defrosted, was that there was no fucking point in cooking a romantic/cute/welcoming/what-the-fuck-ever breakfast if he got it wrong.

So he trooped 'round to the stairwell near the dining area and bellowed "Hey, asshole! Get down here and tell me how you like your eggs."

Date: 2014-12-30 10:09 am (UTC)
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The few moments of disorientation upon waking were nothing new. With as many times as he'd changed beds in the last week, it had become the routine, in fact, and would probably continue for another week or so, until he got used to the new place.

This morning, though, it took a few extra seconds to figure out where he was, because he wasn't in his own room. The night before came flooding back and he turned, finding the spot in bed next to him empty. Sitting up, Bobby looked around John's room and smiled a little. Yeah, last night had gone better than he'd hoped, even.

And then his brief reverie was shattered by John bellowing from downstairs. Bobby chuckled softly and climbed out of bed, crossing to his room and grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants to pull on before descending the stairs. "Good morning to you, too," he said as John came into view. "Uh. Whatever you're having is fine. Coffee?"

Date: 2014-12-30 11:27 am (UTC)
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"We can figure it out later," Bobby promised, figuring one espresso machine couldn't be that different from another. "This is fine for now." He poured himself a cup and added cream and sugar, smiling at the kiss. "Sure, I can do that." But he didn't move just yet, just leaned against the counter and sipped his coffee, watching John cook. This...was nice. Cozy and domestic and nice.

Date: 2015-01-01 11:09 am (UTC)
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Bobby shook his head a little, clearing it of the mental image of John cooking wearing nothing but an apron, and ways he could try to distract him..."Right, right, I'm going. Bossy." He grinned and got out dishes and silverware, leaving the kitchen reluctantly to set the table as ordered.

Date: 2015-01-01 01:38 pm (UTC)
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Bobby snorted softly, looking at the food with an impressed expression. "You think? If you weren't here, I'd probably just have a bowl of corn flakes or something." He sank into the other chair and looked at the food, then at John. "Thanks," he said quietly, smiling. It had been a while since someone had made him breakfast, and even longer since that someone was the same person he'd shared a bed with the night before.

Date: 2015-01-02 06:55 am (UTC)
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Bobby scoffed as he dug into the food. "Who would I snitch to?" he asked between bites, grinning. "As for plans, I don't really have any." And yeah, he probably should get to know the city better, but...his plans for the weekend depended on what John's were, at this point. Because he wanted to get to know him better, too.

His gaze followed John's as he looked to the fire, just in time to see the glowing embers jump up into a warm, roaring fire. He smiled to himself, thinking how nice it was that they could be themselves here, even if nowhere else. Also, it was kind of hot, watching John kindle the flames with a mere glance. He wondered if John felt the same way when he watched Bobby use his powers, or if it was just him.

Date: 2015-01-03 06:57 am (UTC)
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"There's no rush, right? I mean, I'm not going anywhere." Bobby smiled faintly. "Honestly, I'd be fine with just staying home and talking." Of course, if John wanted to get out for a while, he was fine with that, too.

His smile faded a little as John mentioned a workout, though. The word and the association with their abilities stirred up memories of afternoons spent in the Danger Room, training, honing their abilities, pushing themselves to do more, to find their limits. Bobby had never been as good at that as some of the others, but these days..."I don't really do a lot of that anymore, honestly." Of course, he had learned a trick or two himself, but he hadn't used any of that in the last few years. 'Regular boring college student' didn't really have a place for ice forms and ice slides.

Date: 2015-01-06 09:09 am (UTC)
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"I thought I just did," Bobby replied with an arch of his eyebrow. He'd said exactly what he wanted to do, though maybe not as assertively as he could have.

He relaxed a little when John moved the talk away from working out with their powers to more innocuous uses. "Yeah, I'll keep the beer cold and make sure every party has homemade ice cream," he promised.

Date: 2015-01-12 08:50 am (UTC)
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Bobby rolled his eyes, shaking his head a little. "Boy, you really know how to ruin a moment, don't you?" he said dryly, getting up and picking up his plate and cup, then coming around to pick up John's as well. "If that was your way of asking, yes, I want to be your boyfriend. Even though you're an idiot sometimes." He smiled and set the dishes down, giving John a quick kiss--to seal the deal, as it were.

Date: 2015-01-13 08:44 am (UTC)
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Bobby chuckled and pulled away, gathering the dishes again to take them to the sink, doing his part since John had cooked. "Clue number one, if you're going to say something sweet to your boyfriend, you should probably leave come out of the sentence." He paused and turned back, grinning. "On the other hand, if you're trying to turn your boyfriend on and make him want to ignore the dirty dishes and make out with you instead, that's an acceptable way to go about it."

Date: 2015-01-20 12:11 pm (UTC)
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"What do you think I'm doing?" Bobby replied with an arch of his eyebrow. "You don't get to take credit for the idea when I'm already halfway to doing it anyway." He was sorely tempted to stick his tongue out, but they were being responsible adults right now, so he resisted and just carried the dishes to the sink to get them washed.

Date: 2015-01-26 10:33 am (UTC)
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Bobby had already turned on the water to rinse the plates before loading them into the dishwasher, but when he heard John call out, he turned it down so he could hear. "Oh, yeah? I think I met her, too," he said, remembering the redheaded woman from another world that had known him and yet not.

Date: 2015-02-01 06:12 am (UTC)
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"Wait, what?" Bobby turned to look at him with a frown. "No, she was really nice. She, uh--knew me in another world, or something," he said, shrugging. He wondered if maybe John had done the same thing in her world, if she hadn't forgiven him, but that was still no excuse to come at him all hostile if she didn't even know if this John had done the same thing.

Date: 2015-02-13 08:30 am (UTC)
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"Yeah, I'm gonna guess not the same redhead," Bobby replied. "But yeah, she said she just showed up here about a month before. She was a precog or something. Oh, and psi projections, she made this hummingbird appear and everything. But she said she knew was friends with me where she was from." He laughed a little, uncomfortable. "Honestly, I've tried not to think about it too much. It's kind of bizarre, even by our standards, you know?"

Date: 2015-02-17 08:53 am (UTC)
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In his experience, precogs were as dangerous as they were handy, but that wasn't really their fault. Predicting the future was an inexact process, he could get that.

Bobby snorted, but he couldn't help but grin in return. "You sound pretty confident about that." But part of him really did want to find out more about the other version of him. Who wouldn't, really? Except what if it was a case of 'be careful what you wish for?' That thought had kept him from seeking her out to try to get more information about the world she was from.
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