"You are pretty amazing yourself," John said, and that was that.
They got ready quickly, despite some very clear longing in John's gaze to delay things perhaps with a long, shared, shower - John had insisted on showering separately as a result because he didn't trust himself, and still slapped Bobby's ass gently as they dressed, because he couldn't help himself, and then John basically fumbled his way out onto the streets of Paris, with phone, wallet, passport and boyfriend all safely in hand.
Photos were taken - selfies, and the architecture itself, and John insisted on a lot with Bobby in them 'because you're the most gorgeous thing in the frame, sweetheart' - and John at least logged in on Facebook everywhere, mostly just to see how his family reacted. They walked down the Champs-Elysses, sight-seeing at the Grand Palais and the Place de la Concorde, caught the Metro to see Notre Dame and back to the Arc de Triomphe. They stomped, wandered, giggled and gawped their way around most of the major gardens and landmarks - anything that you didn't need to go inside to appreciate basically - before ending up at the Eiffel as the sun started to set.
John got his breath back in the first floor cafe with a coffee and a croissant and a battered paperback, able to cast his eye over Bobby on the nearby ice rink. Two rings lay nestled in a jacket pocket: he'd take Bobby up to the top floor in the lift and propose there. At least, that was the plan.
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Date: 2015-12-31 08:56 am (UTC)They got ready quickly, despite some very clear longing in John's gaze to delay things perhaps with a long, shared, shower - John had insisted on showering separately as a result because he didn't trust himself, and still slapped Bobby's ass gently as they dressed, because he couldn't help himself, and then John basically fumbled his way out onto the streets of Paris, with phone, wallet, passport and boyfriend all safely in hand.
Photos were taken - selfies, and the architecture itself, and John insisted on a lot with Bobby in them 'because you're the most gorgeous thing in the frame, sweetheart' - and John at least logged in on Facebook everywhere, mostly just to see how his family reacted. They walked down the Champs-Elysses, sight-seeing at the Grand Palais and the Place de la Concorde, caught the Metro to see Notre Dame and back to the Arc de Triomphe. They stomped, wandered, giggled and gawped their way around most of the major gardens and landmarks - anything that you didn't need to go inside to appreciate basically - before ending up at the Eiffel as the sun started to set.
John got his breath back in the first floor cafe with a coffee and a croissant and a battered paperback, able to cast his eye over Bobby on the nearby ice rink. Two rings lay nestled in a jacket pocket: he'd take Bobby up to the top floor in the lift and propose there. At least, that was the plan.