'John'. Just 'John.'

There really was no answer to the question that would have put Bobby at ease. He nodded, wrapping an arm around John's waist to keep him close for a minute, feeling his warm skin against Bobby's own. "Okay," he murmured, trying not to think of the myriad ways that this could go wrong and instead focusing on how much he wanted this, how much they both did. And that it was okay if it went bad. He knew John wouldn't judge him based on his first time. Much.