[For Bobby] Most. Awkward. Conversation. Ever. [Mid March]

[prodigalflame]

Two nights ago, John had signalled a time out on account of how tired he'd been after teaching three classes and catching up with his load of marking. Last night, he'd begged off with a headache and a wan smile. Both nights, there had been snuggling, and kissing, but nothing too intense. It wasn't that he didn't want Bobby - quite the opposite, he wanted his boyfriend all the fucking time, he wanted him in every goddamn room in the house and across half of London and he wanted to bend over the couch and practically order Bobby to fuck him hard more often than not.

Which explained why movie night that night involved John being hard and uncomfortable and sitting apart on the sofa, trying to disguise his boner with a bowl of popcorn. He knew Bobby wouldn't be ashamed of things, wouldn't judge him, would never judge him. (Okay, he might judge him for some of John's kinkier fantasies, but he wasn't going there. Yet.) And that made it worse, because John knew that the only person who was liable to embarrassed about what a slutty bottom on poppers he'd become was himself.

He didn't know what to do about that. He didn't know how not to be embarrassed guy with awkward boner.

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[prodigalflame]

There was an ease that settled in him when Bobby responded the way he did. Of course he felt the same way - would things have gotten as far as they did if he hadn't? John knew even when they were teenagers that one Robert Louis Drake was undeniably the paragon of sweethearts everywhere. And knowing just how honestly Bobby would have uffered up those words in return, he smiled a little.

There was still a trace of a blush on his cheeks from the endearment: that was something he'd never live down. But here he'd probably never have to. Here he could really be that guy, the person for whom Pittsburgh and Westchester and Manhattan were necessary stops on the way. He didn't feel any different from the college student he'd been at Columbia; it was just one less layer of bullshit to contend with.

"Well, you have do impeccable taste," he acknowledged, dryly. "But so do I. I'll work on my stupid, promise. There's some stuff I'm into exploring, sexually-speaking, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it. I know you'd never judge me and that's...that means a lot." And that was definitely not an invitation for them to have the kink talk, more a...placeholder. John privately doubted he was as scary as he assumed, anyway.

Running a hand absently along Bobby's side, John thought about it for a second more, then made his suggestion: "You should move in with me. Properly. My room becomes our room. This house for us. Together."

[cold_blueeyes]

Conversations with John often took sharp left turns like that, from confessions of love to discussing exploring stuff in the bedroom, so Bobby just gave a little nod.

He thought about the proposal for a moment, instead. Having his own space was nice, but hell, he was practically moved into John's room as it was. There was no reason for him to keep a separate bedroom just for his stuff.

So he smiled and nodded again. "Okay. I mean, it makes sense. And then you can rent out the room again, if you want to." Although it would be weird having someone else there, unless they could find another mutant to rent the place. That wouldn't be so bad, he guessed.

[prodigalflame]

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.