prodigalflame: (Default)
[personal profile] prodigalflame
John had woken early in his own bed, alone, and found that this whole 'sleeping together once or twice in the past week' thing was getting to be annoyingly habit-forming. Alone was starting to feel...odd.

Still, he made them a pot of coffee, leaving a mug out on the counter for Bobby, and took his own to settle on the couch with his thoughts and look out at the wintry landscape, little more than some paving and a few dreary shrubs and bushes, windows edged with frost.

The fire was warm, so he let his robe fall open, and simply cradled the mug in his hands. Underneath the tree he'd left a present in matte silver wrapping paper with a snowflake design and a small gift card with Bobby's name on it. Inside was a copy of Math Jokes 4 Mathy Folks, although that wasn't the real gift. The real gift was the Sinatra app John had bought and sneakily installed on Bobby's phone after his boyfriend - god, boyfriend - had gone to bed that evening.

Tucked up inside the book was another present, although John wasn't entirely sure of the impulse that led him to place it in the front cover. It was an old photo, taken on the grounds of the Xavier Institute, with two teenage boys sitting on one of those benches they had dotted around. Bobby was leaning forward, smiling at the camera, either looking happy or clever enough to fake it; and John was sitting next to him, but at a distance, leaning back with arms stretched out along the back of the bench, one leg crossed over the other at the ankle, and looking anywhere but the camera, a picture in studied, deliberate angry-cool. It had been taken a couple of months after Rogue had arrived at the Mansion and everything had changed, but to John it was still a worthy memory, at least some of the time.

Date: 2015-01-02 08:07 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (boy next door)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby woke to the faint smell of coffee and the realization that it was Christmas morning. He laid in bed for a few minutes, wondering what the day would be like. He'd always gone to his folks' house for Christmas, even when things were strained and uncomfortable. This would be the first year he wasn't surrounded by his family on Christmas, and the thought was weird...but not necessarily in a bad way.

He sighed and stretched, grabbing his robe and slipping the small red-foil wrapped box with the gold ribbons (clearly a professional wrapping job) out of his drawer and into the pocket. Then he headed downstairs, poured himself a cup of coffee, and went to find John. When he did, he smiled and went to join him on the couch, nestling against him and taking a sip of coffee. "Morning. Merry Christmas," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss to John's lips.

Date: 2015-01-03 12:02 pm (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (grin)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby chuckled and shook his head. "Nope. I mean, if that's all you want..." he said, smiling as he pulled the box from his pocket and set it on the table next to John's coffee. "I guess I can always return this."

Date: 2015-01-06 09:13 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (boy next door)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby hadn't even looked at his phone yet, so that reveal would have to wait. "Thanks," he said, picking up the present and carefully unwrapping it. He grinned when he saw the cover. "Wow. I'm almost afraid to read them," he said, chuckling. "Thanks." He set the book on his lap and waited for John to open his gift.

Date: 2015-01-12 08:54 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (boy next door)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
Bobby chuckled softly and shrugged. "I just figured...that way it'd kind of be like you have me with you wherever you go." Not to mention it was a way of telling John that he trusted him. After all that had come before, after what he knew John was capable with his power, what he'd seen him do--he trusted him now, trusted that he had changed.

He'd still been nervous about it, though, and he relaxed against the couch with relief as he added, "I'm glad you like it." The flamethrower comment did not dignify a response, especially not just then. He had a feeling he'd get used to just ignoring John's little comments, his way of deflecting, of trying to mask certain emotions.

Date: 2015-01-17 11:21 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (Default)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
"Good." Bobby smiled, pleased that he'd done well. He arched an eyebrow at the mention of his phone and stood up, eyeing John with vague, playful suspicion. "It's upstairs." He headed for the staircase, grabbing his phone but coming back down to rejoin John on the couch before unlocking the screen.

"What am I looking for?" he asked, scooting over to lean against John as he first checked to see if there was a text message waiting before starting to flip through the screens--and stopping as soon as he went to the next screen. "Whoa, what's this?" He looked up at John and flashed a grin before turning his attention back to the new app on his phone. "How did you know about this? How did I not know about this?" he asked, grinning wider as he started to explore the Sinatra app.

Date: 2015-01-22 02:31 pm (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (Default)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
"Sinatra isn't old fogey music, he's classic," Bobby protested loftily, opening the menu on the app to see what it could do, half-ignoring John's comment about the hickies and half not really registering it, his focus on his phone. "Wow, this is really cool." He twisted around to grin at John and kiss him, soft and lingering. "Thank you."

Date: 2015-01-29 08:23 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (Default)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
"And I'm happy you like yours." Bobby shifted, making himself comfortable against John's side as he locked his phone with some reluctance. He could explore the app more in-depth later, when he didn't have a boyfriend to properly thank. "I mean, I know you already have one that works just fine, so...I wasn't entirely sure."

Date: 2015-02-01 10:30 am (UTC)
cold_blueeyes: (boy next door)
From: [personal profile] cold_blueeyes
"Well, good." Bobby sighed and relaxed against him, closing his eyes in contentment. Things had changed so fast, but he was happier than he ever could have believed he would be when he'd gotten on that plane in Boston two weeks ago. "Merry Christmas, John-boy," he murmured, smiling to himself as he set his phone on the couch next to him so he could rest his hand on John's chest.
Page generated Jul. 26th, 2017 04:34 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios