Bobby laughed softly, glancing at the half-prepared meal he'd interrupted. "Sorry, didn't mean to kill your cooking groove," he said with a grin, clearly not sorry at all. "I'm good with your new plan." Especially the blowing him part. He was achingly hard, and that kiss had done nothing to alleviate that in the slightest. "But if that's the order we're doing this in--order fast," he added, moving up to press his body against John's back, letting him feel the arousal, feel how hard doing that had made Bobby.