'John'. Just 'John.'

"Or you could just leave off the descriptors," Bobby pointed out, hauling his bags up to the door and inside, setting them aside just inside the door. He'd run them up to his room in a minute, while John cooked.

But first, he snagged John's wrist and pulled him close as he kicked the door closed behind him. "I missed you," he murmured, kissing him deeply, free hand moving into John's hair as he sighed contentedly into John's mouth.