Bobby laughed a little at the confession, because how could he not. If there was something wrong with John just because he couldn't stop thinking about Bobby, then there was something wrong with Bobby, too. "You think I don't do that too?" he asked softly. "I think about you constantly. Some days I can't wait to get home just because I know you'll be waiting here, and I can kiss you and smell you and--well, yeah. All of the other stuff," he finished lamely, because wanting sex he was okay with. Having sex he was fine. Talking about sex...he was working on. It was one thing to tell John all of the many and varied ways he wanted him, thought about him, when they were in the middle of things, but just sitting on the couch talking about it was a bit more awkward.
"As far as how to do relationships...man, every one is different. There's no guide book, baby. We'll just figure it out as we go. But for the record, you're doing a great job so far. Better than I am, I think," he finished with a rueful smile, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders to keep him close.
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Date: 2015-04-16 04:13 am (UTC)"As far as how to do relationships...man, every one is different. There's no guide book, baby. We'll just figure it out as we go. But for the record, you're doing a great job so far. Better than I am, I think," he finished with a rueful smile, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders to keep him close.