Keeping his eyes on Bobby's, John shook his head just a little. "Nah. I'm good. We're good," he corrected: "no need for an interloper, I think. Besides, I like having you all to myself." The idea of having to moderate the constant little touching and the general tendency towards making out all the time because there was a New Housemate was not an idea John wanted to entertain.

But for John, his conversation made total sense - of course thinking about how much he loved Bobby lead to thinking about how he wanted to fuck Bobby and have Bobby as part of his life. In his house, anyway. Their house. And that was that. He gave Bobby a quick kiss on the lips as if placing a full stop on the conversation, and snuggled in before reaching for the remote. They were supposed to be having a movie night, after all.