'John'. Just 'John.' (
prodigalflame) wrote2015-03-21 08:06 pm
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[For Bobby] The reality of the situation [Early March]
John was in what he personally called the library, the long L-shaped room that curved around the front of the house to the side where the main entrance was. It was one of the reasons he'd bought the place: between the library and the little study, the house was full of more shelves and crooks and spaces for books than he frankly knew what to do with.
For all the (unfortunately 1990s) renovations that modernised the kitchen and the bathrooms, this part of the house still smelt musty. Old. Like paper. Like books. And being the academic he was trying to be, the afternoon found John sitting on one of the window seats, book propped open against his raised knees, all but wedged in the window frame. There was a stack of books next to him on the carpet. From time to time he added little sticky flags or took notes on a notepad. He'd managed to get all his marking done for the week, but narrowing down his dissertation topic was still slightly out of his reach.
And for all that, he glanced every so often out the wrought iron setting of the large window, peering to see if his boyfriend was home yet. They needed to have a talk.
For all the (unfortunately 1990s) renovations that modernised the kitchen and the bathrooms, this part of the house still smelt musty. Old. Like paper. Like books. And being the academic he was trying to be, the afternoon found John sitting on one of the window seats, book propped open against his raised knees, all but wedged in the window frame. There was a stack of books next to him on the carpet. From time to time he added little sticky flags or took notes on a notepad. He'd managed to get all his marking done for the week, but narrowing down his dissertation topic was still slightly out of his reach.
And for all that, he glanced every so often out the wrought iron setting of the large window, peering to see if his boyfriend was home yet. They needed to have a talk.
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"Hey," he said in greeting as he drew toward the window seat to press a brief kiss to John's lips, skirting the stack of books in the process. From the look of things, this wasn't going to be one of those evenings, but that was all right. He'd find things to do while John worked, and he'd be here when he was ready for a break. Or else he'd create a distraction and make a break mandatory, if he had to.
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He may have texted Bobby this morning to check up on him, but hell, it was practically evening now, anything good have happened....And there was a comfortable old leather armchair sitting just a foot away if Bobby wanted to take a load off.
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John crooked his head a little to one side, and then shoved his book next to him, before tugging Bobby into his lap with a grunt. From the sound of it, that pile did get knocked over, but...oh, hell. Stuff happened. Tugging at Bobby's shirt, he slipped a hand up under it, to lay his fingers and palm flat against Bobby's taut stomach: "And you're not allowed to go anywhere."
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It was a heavy subject, one that got heavier the more he thought about it, and it led to other topics, discussions they needed to have. They'd only been dating a few months, after all. It was a big decision, to change the trajectory of his life so drastically based on a relationship that was still so new.
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But while London had lifted many burdens from Bobby's shoulders, and had likely made this possible, it brought with it all sorts of complications, piling atop one another. "That'd be good." And John appreciated that Bobby did not arc up at the idea that he was not allowed to go anywhere. Besides, after Bobby had found out the forms or whatever, then they could have a talk. In the meantime...We're good for one another, John thought, even if he wasn't ready to say it yet. And just held his boyfriend for a while longer, before finally: "...I should keep going with the books, but there's leftovers from last night if you want to heat something up. And later, maybe you could distract me?" His voice held out a certain hope.
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And he could use the caffeine: he really had to crack this thing tonight. He had a meeting with his supervisor the following day and it would not go well if he had nothing to show. The irony of Bobby getting his visa extended while John got kicked out of his programme suddenly loomed large. Something to avoid, he thought, and sorted through the pile to pick up a particular tome.
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