'John'. Just 'John.'

Bobby whimpered softly at the feel of John's fingers moving over his skin, wanting nothing more than to feel more of that touch, to roll over and pull the rest of their clothes off and lose himself in his new fiancé, but. "If we get started and they call in the middle of it, I'm not sure I'll be able to get hard again tonight," he said wryly, half-teasing. He rolled onto his side and allowed himself to at least give John a long, lingering kiss full of promise of what they would do after the family obligations were all sorted before shifting onto his back again and finding his parents in his contact list, putting the phone to his ear with a small sigh.

"Hey, Ronny. Merry Christmas," he said as his brother answered. "Get anything good?" He smiled faintly at the reply. "Oh, yeah? You'll have to tell me about it after you play it, maybe I'll pick it up. Are mom or dad nearby?" He waited for the phone to change hands, glancing over to John to give him a small, rueful smile.

"Hi, mom. Merry Christmas. Yeah, I know, I miss you guys too. Actually, I did. I'm in Paris right now. Cool, huh?" He listened to his mother's reply and mouthed, 'oh, God,' to himself, but into the phone said brightly, "Yeah, sure, that'd be pretty cool. Maybe next year." His hand sought John's as he took a deep breath and said, "Listen, mom, there's something I need to tell you guys."