"Wow. They're just so perfect," Bobby marveled, then shifted closer as John joined him on the bed.

"Mmm..." his breath hitched at the light brush of lips, and his hand moved between them--and was arrested by John's ringtone. He let his hand drop to the bed with a frustrated sigh as John rolled away to grab his phone, but it made sense that they would hear from their families. It was Christmas, after all.

He folded his arms behind his head and watched John while he talked to his sister, grinning at the excited shrieks that were shared with him in order to preserve his fiancé's eardrums.

And then John's mom came on the line, and John moved away. Bobby made a face at his back as he watched and listened, a little nervous himself about what would come next.