"No." John murmured quiet against Bobby's chest, nuzzling a little. "But you're a sweetheart," he admitted, in a small, somewhat lonely voice, before he looked up at those blue eyes, chin on Bobby's chest: "You want me, that's it." Every which way, that was sure. And John wasn't sure if Bobby would ever admit if things could be better for fear of hurting John's feelings or damn well expressing a less than positive emotion. "And I want to be good for you, so good." He swallowed.
"Now I'm starting to think maybe I just am good for you, and there's no hoops to jump through." And wasn't that weird? Finding himself worthy, beyond all the bluster. "As for the rest, I'm hardly bored of you, you're this sweet, funny, rock in my life. Always have been." A rock he could build the rest of his life on. Words loomed large in John's chest, and he got them out, somehow. "I love you, sweetheart."
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Date: 2015-04-26 07:42 am (UTC)"Now I'm starting to think maybe I just am good for you, and there's no hoops to jump through." And wasn't that weird? Finding himself worthy, beyond all the bluster. "As for the rest, I'm hardly bored of you, you're this sweet, funny, rock in my life. Always have been." A rock he could build the rest of his life on. Words loomed large in John's chest, and he got them out, somehow. "I love you, sweetheart."