John blinked when Bobby grabbed the remote, mild 'wtf' turning into worry when his boyfriend shifted on the couch, and then softened into concern. Bobby had always been avoidant, sure, Mr Everything's Happy, but there was a anxious edge to his avoidance that John didn't remember from school. The idea that anything could be wrong - well, okay, yeah, that was probably John's fault. Bobby wasn't stupid. And he was a big enough boy to not whip himself and stow the blame and deal.
"If you're worried there's something wrong with you," John gently offered, taking a stab in the dark, "then don't be." Leaning forward, he set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and then shifted to cup Bobby's cheek with one hand in an act of conciliation, bringing his legs up to the couch in one smooth movement. "You exceed expectations. On the other hand, your boyfriend has a lot of hangups." And Bobby was very patient to listen. How many confessions was this? Wetting his lips with his tongue, John continued: "I want you. A lot. I think about you...A lot." He exhaled, shaking his head just a little from side to side. "You grin, and I want to stick my tongue down your throat. And I spend time in this shoebox office I share with three other tutors ruminating on the way your dick tastes, the heaviness of it on my tongue." He curled in closer to press his forehead against Bobby's for a moment, his eyes closing. "I worry I'm treating you like some kind of sex toy, because I don't know how to do relationships. My two attempts at dating were experiments in how drunk I could get before the other person ran away. So there's that."
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Date: 2015-04-05 05:16 am (UTC)"If you're worried there's something wrong with you," John gently offered, taking a stab in the dark, "then don't be." Leaning forward, he set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, and then shifted to cup Bobby's cheek with one hand in an act of conciliation, bringing his legs up to the couch in one smooth movement. "You exceed expectations. On the other hand, your boyfriend has a lot of hangups." And Bobby was very patient to listen. How many confessions was this? Wetting his lips with his tongue, John continued: "I want you. A lot. I think about you...A lot." He exhaled, shaking his head just a little from side to side. "You grin, and I want to stick my tongue down your throat. And I spend time in this shoebox office I share with three other tutors ruminating on the way your dick tastes, the heaviness of it on my tongue." He curled in closer to press his forehead against Bobby's for a moment, his eyes closing. "I worry I'm treating you like some kind of sex toy, because I don't know how to do relationships. My two attempts at dating were experiments in how drunk I could get before the other person ran away. So there's that."