Bobby's breath caught, his mouth stilling against John's skin. He'd known it was an inevitability, and it wasn't like he didn't want to, he just...never had. Not with a guy, anyway. 'Nervous' didn't quite sum up how he felt at the thought.

He swallowed hard and eased back so he could look at John, brow unknowingly furrowed. "Uh...right now?" he asked, even though it was a stupid question. Of course right now. What, did he think John wanted to schedule an appointment? "I mean..." his gaze dropped, away from John's eyes to somewhere around his jaw, "Sure."