[For Bobby] Welcome home.
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Heathrow was a bitch. Okay, that was discriminatory. Heathrow was a fucking nightmare. "It would have been so much easier to just take the train," John muttered to himself as he drove around the short-stay car park. But while taking the rail link to and from town would have been convenient and cheap, it would have also meant exposing Bobby to a bunch of people in a train carriage. And for all that the trip had gone well (or so he'd been told) and the flight across the pond was not so long (or so he'd experienced), John just couldn't do that to his boyfriend.
After having to spend happy fake time with his family and probably lying through his teeth all the while (which John didn't question, even if he took some umbrage in the back of his head), John wanted him to have some privacy and the capacity to relax a little.
So he'd hired a car. He didn't have one in London; didn't need one. They were close enough into town to use the Tube, walk to the shops, and get to college. But that day he'd gritted his teeth, picked up a car from the lot and remembered to drive on the wrong side of the road.
About half an hour later he was inside the surging mass of humanity, found the gate Bobby's plane was arriving at, and then he stood there in chinos and a t-shirt because it was still warm in the London summer, tapping his toe anxiously with no lighter to flick.
Whereas some of the starched shirts in the crowd held up signs for the people they were picking up, John did as well - but his simply read 'my boyfriend'.
After having to spend happy fake time with his family and probably lying through his teeth all the while (which John didn't question, even if he took some umbrage in the back of his head), John wanted him to have some privacy and the capacity to relax a little.
So he'd hired a car. He didn't have one in London; didn't need one. They were close enough into town to use the Tube, walk to the shops, and get to college. But that day he'd gritted his teeth, picked up a car from the lot and remembered to drive on the wrong side of the road.
About half an hour later he was inside the surging mass of humanity, found the gate Bobby's plane was arriving at, and then he stood there in chinos and a t-shirt because it was still warm in the London summer, tapping his toe anxiously with no lighter to flick.
Whereas some of the starched shirts in the crowd held up signs for the people they were picking up, John did as well - but his simply read 'my boyfriend'.
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Date: 2015-09-21 09:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-21 10:05 am (UTC)"Did you eat on the plane?" he wondered once they were out on the highway. "I can find somewhere to stop," he told Bobby, all too happy to help. Sure, his style of driving was perhaps a bit too...jagged at times for someone who was a) unfamilar with British road and b) prone to motion sickness - but John always had issues with other things yanking his body out from under him. Driving a car was easy when he was in charge. He knew what he was going, after all, and swerved through the line of cars to get ahead without breaking a sweat.
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Date: 2015-09-21 10:37 am (UTC)"Yeah, I had a sandwich, but it wasn't great. If you don't feel like cooking, I wouldn't mind stopping somewhere." He cracked an eye to look over at John, reaching up to rest his hand against the back of John's neck. "I'm just looking forward to being home again, really." But he wasn't going to force John to cook for him if he didn't feel like it. He had already driven out to Heathrow to save Bobby the hassle of getting himself home, after all. He didn't need to cook for him on top of that.
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Date: 2015-09-21 10:51 am (UTC)He didn't have anything prepared at home, but that didn't mean he couldn't whip up a quick something. It was pretty easy when you were your own barbeque. Glancing across at Bobby, he made the effort to drive a bit more calmly: if the guy wanted shut-eye, well, he deserved some shut-eye, no hairpin turns were needed. "You should try to sleep." John pressed a control and a GPS bleeped to life on the dash. "We're about thirty minutes out."
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:03 am (UTC)"No, I'm okay," he answered, though his eyes were closed again. "I can't keep the car air-conditioned if I'm asleep, now, can I?" He chuckled softly, his left hand stirring up another brief chill in the car to punctuate the words as his right hand toyed absently with John's hair, happy to just be touching him again.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:10 am (UTC)Opening his mouth to say something and break the stillness, he glanced across at his boyfriend - to find Bobby comfortably snoozing away in the passenger's seat. "There's my Prince Charming," John muttered to himself, voice soft yet rough with emotion, and loosened his hands on the wheel for a moment to stretch them and get a better grip. The rest of the journey was uneventful, with John holding in his temper at various British drivers so as not to disturb Bobby, and all too soon they pulled into the weedy driveway that John had never really needed to use before.
"Wake up, handsome," John told Bobby, and then undid the seat belt so he could slip out of the driver's seat, turning the motor off. "I'm not hauling your fat ass into the house."
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:27 am (UTC)He shoved open the door and headed to the back of the car to get his bags, glancing at the house with a small smile. God, it was nice to be back.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:35 am (UTC)Which it sort of was.
Sliding the key home in the front door felt all the better knowing Bobby was home. John allowed himself a small smile as he turned the key, then did the deadbolt, and pushed open the door. The thing needed a scrape or an oiling or a...something. Whatever. He wasn't the carpenter in the household.
"I'll cook something up, and you can go to bed early." John had some more study to do; even in the break, there was always something for research students to do. That was why they called it research.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:39 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:49 am (UTC)A lot of kissing? Yeah, he could do a lot of that. And John kissed back as much as he got, hand settling comfortably on that ass he'd so fondly described just a few moments before. He pressed up as close to his boyfriend's body as he could, knowing the way they fitted together, even if Bobby was an inch or so taller. God, he'd felt like half a person in the time Bobby had been away.
"Missed you too," John breathed, when the kiss was done, resting his forehead against Bobby's, just content to be there, together, in the stillness of their house, like any other couple that might be anywhere across London, or the world. Just another normal couple. Breathing almost in sync, drinking in the quiet solitude that was just them.
"I'll go get dinner on," John promised, and half-fumbled as he unhooked himself from Bobby, fingers reaching out behind him even as he made himself walk down the corridor, like instinctually he didn't want to be parted. He didn't need to tell Bobby to stow his shit: that lesson had definitely been learned.
But soon enough there was rummaging around in the kitchen to distract him, and grumbling, and chopping, and frying, and tying on the fucking apron before he forgot it, and making two burgers for him and his boyfriend.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:54 am (UTC)He toed off his shoes and headed back downstairs, stopping to lean on the doorway of the kitchen. "Need me to do anything?" Not that John usually wanted him in the middle of his cooking, but he always felt obligated to offer even so.
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Date: 2015-09-22 08:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-22 09:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-22 09:53 am (UTC)And John would never do anything to ruin that domestic feel. Which was why some things were never said.
Serving the now cooked burgers on a plate, he pulled on a mitten to extract the already toasted burger buns from the oven: a regular reminder that while flame was his domain, heat was not. But a regular enough reminder so that it had lost the sourness it used to have for him. "C'mon," he told Bobby, and set both plates out on the table for them to assemble whatever they wanted. "You want a beer or anything?" He paused, amusement and sympathy colouring his tone: "I bought some extra booze, in case you needed it." The very thought of Bobby's folks drove John to drink, and he didn't even have to spend time with them.
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Date: 2015-09-22 10:12 am (UTC)He followed John to the table and sat down, considering the offer. "I probably shouldn't. If I drink, I'm gonna fall asleep and then be wide awake at 3 am or something." But the thought of John asking about how his trip was and the minefield he would have to tiptoe across in answering made him reconsider. "Screw it, it's not like I have anywhere to be tomorrow. I'll fix my sleep schedule later. Beer me." He smiled ruefully at John and started assembling his burger.
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Date: 2015-09-23 12:01 am (UTC)"Consider yourself beered," he murmured, fixing his beer, and taking a satisfied bite. "And if you wake up at 3am, I'll probably still be studying, so I'll give you a cuddle and tell you to get back to sleep."
He took another bite, and pushed the bowl of fries he'd prepared in Bobby's direction, before reaching to grab a beer for himself.
"So. How is everyone?"
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Date: 2015-09-23 09:44 am (UTC)He scooped some fries onto his plate and added, "And thanks for the food," before focusing on John's question. "Everyone's fine. Nothing really exciting going on back there. Mom wanted to know when I was coming 'home,'" and the quotes were audible in his tone, "But that's not really a surprise, I guess."
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Date: 2015-09-23 09:58 am (UTC)"...You can tell me the rest after you've slept," he offered, making a quick judgement call. Bobby was tired, and Bobby was probably still fraught from the family, and Bobby did not do feelings well. It wasn't so much a case of John being kind (although he was, a bit) as John not wanting to push too much. "Although if they are coming to visit, I want fair warning."
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-23 10:10 am (UTC)And well, the spare bedroom was still there. And perhaps it was more appropriate for him to move there than Bobby.
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-23 10:24 am (UTC)"...Well," John thought, rousing himself from some of his pity party, "maybe after your folks leave, mine can move in for a week. Share the trauma," he suggested, and reached across to place his hand on top of Bobby's, thumb rubbing across his knuckles, a simple affirmation that they were in this together.
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:39 am (UTC)John's next words drew a low groan from him, though. "I'm not sure our sanity would survive doubling up like that," he commented wryly. "Anyway, no one mentioned a visit while I was there, so hopefully they won't think of it anytime soon."
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Date: 2015-09-23 10:52 am (UTC)Still, he did acknowledge Bobby's quiet assurance, and squeezed his hand. "Have I mentioned already how glad I am to have you back?"
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:02 am (UTC)He smiled and rubbed his thumb along the side of John's hand before pulling it back again so he could finish eating. "Not as glad as I am to be back?" he replied with a grin between bites. "This is really good, by the way." Beat the hell out of airport food, that was for sure.
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:26 am (UTC)He shook his head a little at the compliment, and then reached for a handful of fries to dump them on his plate: "If you ever meet my mom, you can thank her for teaching me how to cook." Which was the kicker, wasn't it? His eyes glinted with amusement. He probably was more like his mom than he'd ever want to admit.
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Date: 2015-09-23 11:38 am (UTC)"I can do that." It would be something to say to her, anyway. He was extremely nervous at the thought of meeting John's mom, but it would probably happen someday, if they stayed together. It was kind of inevitable.
He drained his beer and reached for another one as he popped a fry in his mouth. "So what do you want to do after dinner? I want to try to stay up a little longer before I crash, if I can."
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Date: 2015-09-26 12:24 am (UTC)"She'd probably love you though, so I wouldn't have to be too mean to her." Because being mean was practically part of the big brother code, along with random humiliation and punching people who cat-called your sister. The Allerdyces' love was a rough form of love, that was for sure. "And thanks. I know I probably make Mom sound a bit scary." He didn't add anything about how he'd found Magneto easy to deal with after his mom. Because she totally was more than a bit scary.
"We could watch a movie. Snuggle. I think you're too gone for wild sex," John murmured, in a deadpan, affectionately grouchy tone.
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Date: 2015-09-26 11:00 am (UTC)"Yeah, I'm...definitely nervous to meet her, but I think that's pretty normal, right? I mean, most people are nervous about meeting their boyfriend or girlfriend's parents." he shrugged a little.
He chuckled at John's words and nodded. "Sadly, I think you're right. Much as I want to, mind. But after I sleep for about a million years--well, just don't plan to get out of bed tomorrow. Clear your calendar."
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Date: 2015-09-26 11:11 am (UTC)"And Dad will probably teach you more stupid jokes, not that you need any." He reached over and took the last fry with a grin.
"You pick a movie, I'll clear up." Because sometimes Bobby did need a little push, after all.
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Date: 2015-09-27 11:26 am (UTC)"I always need more stupid jokes," he protested, getting to his feet.
"Are you sure? You cooked, I don't mind being on dish duty."
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Date: 2015-09-27 11:48 pm (UTC)Gathering up the dishes to forestall any further protest, John shot him a look across the dinner table, one that said I love you, so sit your ass on the couch. "Bobby," he pointed out, reasonable and not unkind, "you've had to deal with your family and all that entails. You've had to lie and smile and be nice and know each and every moment of it that you're changing your life for me and this and God knows what happens next. You should put your feet up."
He moved into the kitchen without a further word, glancing across the counter to eyeball Bobby a little more as he placed the dishes in the sink.
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Date: 2015-09-29 10:46 pm (UTC)"It wasn't that bad. It's not like I'm not used to it," Bobby murmured to himself, shrugging as he watched John head to the kitchen, then went to pick out a movie. He pondered a few options before picking Guys and Dolls. Sinatra, a fun storyline, and a show familiar enough that when he lost the inevitable fight to jet lag and fell asleep midway through it wouldn't be a big deal.
He loaded the disc and grabbed the remote, sprawling on the couch as he navigated the menus. "Want me to wait?" he called into the kitchen, the film paused on the opening frames.
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Date: 2015-10-01 08:39 am (UTC)"No, it's fine. You just sit back and enjoy," John called back, and started getting things all soapy. The domestic rhythms of washing up gloves and doing the dishes were familiar to him, reassuring in their own way. Gave him something to focus on, something to do, and took him back to a simpler time.
When the dishes were done, the sink clean, the towel hung up and the gloves put away, John took a moment to appreciate he had a fucking good kitchen thanks, before exiting and closing the sliding door behind him. It cut the rest of the house off from the living area (not that he was thinking tactically - okay, so he was, but also it gave the back half of the house an air of privacy he appreciated, cocooned away from the rest of the world.) Moving past Bobby half way through one of the opening numbers, he gave his boyfriend an automatic pat on the leg, and settled in on his other side, able to keep up easily enough with the rhythm and storyline.
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Date: 2015-10-13 10:50 am (UTC)He fought the urge to just close his eyes, comfortable and content as he was with John's warmth next to him. He loved Guys and Dolls, surely he could at least make it to the end of the movie.
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Date: 2015-10-14 02:01 am (UTC)"Yeah, it is," was what he said, keeping an eye on Bobby, half expecting him to fall asleep on the couch. Not that he'd grumble if Bobby did.
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Date: 2015-10-14 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-16 08:02 am (UTC)There was a light blanket in one of the cupboards in case of people crashing, and John used it now to drape across Bobby's sleeping form. Thumbing the film off, he put the remote down and then just took a moment to watch Bobby sleep, and knew - knew - that he could do this for a very long time. I could marry this guy, was what he thought, the idea bubbling up from somewhere, and he swallowed as it took hold. The reality of it was kind of shocking.
Although next time the lunkhead fell asleep on the couch, John would be sure to kick his ass all the way up the stairs. But tonight he was okay sleeping by himself for a change.
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Date: 2015-10-16 10:10 am (UTC)He trudged up the stairs and undressed in their room, stripping to his boxers before he climbed into bed and scooted over to slip an arm around John.
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Date: 2015-10-17 12:17 am (UTC)