[For Bobby] Paris, je t'aime.

[prodigalflame]

They had left London from St Pancras on the Eurostar early on the Thursday morning, one suitcase between them and just a couple of bits of hand luggage: this was a short getaway, John had said, not an exchange program. Bobby had made a list, of course, and John had groaned and kissed him anyway.

He'd made sure to get decent seats on the Eurostar too - standard premiere class so they had enough leg room and space and food that wasn't crap - although he'd spent most of his time with his nose in one of his texts, a hand absently stroking along Bobby's forearm as it rested on the seat arm between them.

Disembarking in Paris had been a bustle, with Bobby trying to remember his high school French and John popping open the phrase book and pointing to maps on his phone. Fortunately they arrived at the boutique hotel a little way off Avenue Victor Hugo without much more fuss, and John had promptly dived onto the bed for respite after they'd checked in. It was a nice room, all wood paneling and space and kind of grand, the kind of thing John had picked out (and Bobby had said 'Fine, that looks good' to), but he hadn't been allowed to flop down for too long before unpacking, and then hitting the pavement, mostly to gawk.

Paris was Paris. It wasn't New York, or San Francisco, or London or any of the places John had been to in the UK (which consisted entirely of Brighton, Oxford, Leeds and Hull); it had a air and atmosphere of its own, with seemingly insane traffic, vaguely amused Parisians, other gawking tourists (so they fit right in); the Metro, the sidewalk cafes, the history, the sense that everyone local was somehow better dressed - John's hand found Bobby's and he held it as they browsed maps and tourist guides and took photos and wandered around. For his nerves (and he had been nervous the last little while, all too conscious of the rings he had back in a suitcase in the hotel), he was gonna hold that hand and be proud and let everyone see it, fuck 'em if they had an issue.

That day was Midnight Mass (Bobby's idea), and John who'd been raised in faith and torn it down like everything else he used to believe in was moved by the sanctity of it, the sense of community. Respect must be paid. And Christmas morning they had lingered long in bed before John had reminded Bobby to get his ass in gear, promising that his present would come later. There was after all, an Eiffel Tower to visit, an ice rink to skate on, and a proposal to propose.

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[cold_blueeyes]

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."

[prodigalflame]

John just raised an eyebrow at the idea that Bobby wouldn't be able to get hard again tonight. His fiance treated John like he was his sexual kryptonite (which frankly, John did not mind one bit). But at the same time, John didn't know if he wanted to have sex with any of their parents' still in his thoughts.

Although he did think Bobby might be able to convince him, from the way he went with Bobby as Bobby pulled away from that kiss, momentarily stunned by the slow, lingering intimacy of it. Still, that joy turned to gritted teeth as he heard Bobby greet his brother like - well, like his brother, the little snitch that he was - and forced himself calmer, because Bobby needed him calm. This wasn't about him, or Ronnie, or how the family could go to hell. This was for Bobby.

So he shuffled closer to Bobby, one hand warm on Bobby's back, palming reassuring circles. The muscles felt taut and stiff, John thought absently: nothing too unusual. Bobby was always a bit tense, and a massage would not go astray, probably. It just made John ache for him more.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby licked his lips and took a deep breath, the words tumbling out of him quickly as he exhaled. "I'm engaged. Yeah, I know you didn't. That's because, uh...you know my roommate?" He closed his eyes as a new wariness entered his mother's voice when she replied. "Well...he's my fiancé now." He was quiet, waiting for a few seconds. When she didn't respond, he went on. "Mom? Are--" And then he got a response. "--Mom, I just wanted--" His jaw set as he listened. "I don't want to, mom. I love him. No, I'm not a child, and I do know--" He subconsciously shifted away from John, wrapping an arm around his stomach and hunching his shoulders as his mother's emotions shifted from anger to pain and bewilderment. "No, mom, it's nothing you did," he said quietly, wondering why he ever expected this call to go even slightly better than it was. "It's just who I am and who I love." He listened for another minute, then said, "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean--yeah, okay. I l--"

And then his phone was beeping in his ear, signalling the end of the call, and he let it fall from his hand onto the bed before leaning his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands.

[prodigalflame]

John felt Bobby tense up even further as his mom conversed. The explanation was never going to be easy, but John never thought it would be this hard. Seeing - and feeling - Bobby pull away made John ache like there was a hole in his chest, because he couldn't do anything and he could tell this was becoming a train wreck.

God, they were such douches. He had been right in a way, looking at all those damn photos, lined up in the hallway of the Drake household. Happy families only went so far. They'd shat on Bobby that day and they were doing it again. And John was the only one Bobby had in the end, because John was the only one Bobby ever really had. He didn't even dump him for those puns, and that took a lot.

So when the call ended, John was there, arm around Bobby's shoulders, kissing his temple and into his hair, cuddling Bobby to his chest. "Hey, it's gonna be fine," he made himself say. He hated these people. Bobby loved them. And that meant he had to fix this. "It's gonna be just fine, she's just a little rattled, that's all. She'll come around, I know, because you're an absolutely wonderful son, you know? You're a great guy, and a gentleman, and everything she could ever hope to have." In the end he reached to tug at Bobby's hands and lift him from the near-foetal position so he could look in those scared blue eyes as he said it. "You're wonderful," he said again, and kissed Bobby's lips, softly.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby returned the kiss weakly, tears starting to run down his cheeks as he pulled his mouth from John's in order to bury his face in John's shoulder, slipping his arms around him and clinging desperately to the best thing in his world. "Yeah," he croaked, because he had to believe that's all it was. He'd known it would come as a shock to his family, after all. That was why he'd put off telling them for so long. If he hadn't been such a coward when he went to visit over the summer, maybe he could have prepared them for this instead of blindsiding them on Christmas with a whole lot of information to take in all at once.

"It'll be okay. I'm okay," he said after crying against John for a minute, pulling back to wipe his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Sorry."

[prodigalflame]

And John held him close in turn, hand smoothing up and down Bobby's back, kissing his hair and temple and murmuring "Sssh, it'll be okay" and variations thereof what felt like a dozen times. While a steady, cold hate built in his heart, he didn't show it. He wouldn't even show it to Bobby's so-called mother. No. Because Bobby needed her and John got what it was like to have a complicated relationship with your mom.

So he let Bobby cry himself out and then reached forward to hold his wrists after Bobby wiped his face and sniffily apologised. "Hey," he murmured, quiet but firm. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby shrugged, not entirely sure he agreed with that. He felt like he's somehow ruined the night, at least a little bit. This was supposed to be a happy night, not one he spent crying on John. "It's just...not how I wanted the night to go," he said with a sad little smile. "I feel bad." He sighed and continued, "Maybe I shouldn't have told them tonight, should have just waited until we were back home. But..." and here he actually managed a weak chuckle, "I kind of want to tell everyone. The whole world."

[prodigalflame]

Cupping Bobby's cheek, John kissed him again, soft, gentle, just being present with him, and gazing into those eyes. He let his hand drop, and shrugged a little. "You weren't to know how she was going to react. You shouldn't feel bad. I still a lovely night."

His fiance matched Bobby's chuckle with a wry one of his own. "Hey, if you want to tell everyone..." he reached to the bedside table and picked up his phone, holding it so the screen was visible: "I could update Facebook. Because if for no other reason," John told Bobby, "the world should know that you made me the happiest man in the world tonight. Like you do every night. Like you'll do on our wedding night. And that's all there is to it."

[cold_blueeyes]

"Okay." Bobby nodded, accepting the reassurance John was offering. And it still could be a lovely night, despite having just one dark spot in it. He was still engaged and still thrilled about it, after all.

He laughed a little, shrugging a shoulder. "Hey, go ahead. That's one good thing about...all of this. We don't have to be careful what we post or tag anymore." He smiled and leaned in to kiss John briefly, then pulled away and stood up with a little sigh. "I think I'm going to take a quick shower. Okay?"

[prodigalflame]

At Bobby's words, John nodded, and fell back on the pillows, thumbs already at work updating his relationship status. There. That way all his Facebook friends would know about it, and possibly all of Bobby's Facebook friends, depending on his security settings stuff. That was how it worked, right? It felt satisfying to press the button with his thumb to make it go live.

Not that half of their friends would probably see it, considering the general fucked-up-ness of the news feed. Damn Facebook.

"Tell me if you want me to join you," John suggested, with a flash of a smirk at Bobby, eyes already back down on his phone as the 'likes' came rolling in. He wasn't really sure if they should go all the way that night, but some seriously slow intimate making out was definitely on John's schedule. Soaping Bobby down in the shower might give John the opportunity to massage some of those stiff muscles.

[cold_blueeyes]

"Nah, I won't be long. And then we can finish what we started," Bobby promised with a smile. The truth was he wanted to be alone for a few minutes so he could feel bad and sorry for himself without John having to watch, and then he'd get it out of his system and they could salvage the rest of the night.

He headed for the bathroom and started the shower before closing the door, and true to his word, he was only in there for about five minutes before returning, damp and wrapped in a towel, his demeanor definitely lighter.

[prodigalflame]

John had found a guide book to Paris in one of the drawers and was thumbing his way through the English-language section on attractions and the like when Bobby came back in.

He glanced over the guidebook, and promptly chucked it over the side of the bed. Notably, he'd already kicked his trousers off while Bobby was in the shower and was lying there in his boxers, propped up on a pillow or five.

Patting the space next to him on the big king-sized bed, John smirked, just a little: "Have I told you yet today you're the hottest and most incredible fiancé I ever met?"

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby chuckled just watching John, crossing the room and tugging at the towel around his waist to let it drop to the floor as he went. "You meet a lot of fiancés?" he asked with a grin, climbing onto the bed next to him and curling up against his side, pressing soft kisses to John's shoulder.

[prodigalflame]

John ran an arm around Bobby's waist instinctively to hold him close, running his fingers up Bobby's spine. "If I had, I wouldn't notice them," John told him, leaning in for a sweet, soft kiss. "Everyone's not you. They're not as cute as you, not as funny as you, don't treat nearly as well, don't have as hot an ass as you....when I meet someone, it takes me about five seconds to realise they're not you," he said simply, and brushed his lips across Bobby's forehead. "You're the thing that matters most," he murmured, and then, lowering his gaze to those blue, blue eyes, he gently tipped Bobby's chin up with a hand to kiss him again, slow and deep, tongue sliding between Bobby's lips less a claiming and more a reassurance: that this was what they were, no matter what anyone else had to say about it.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby made a soft, pleased noise at that kiss, pressing against him and hooking a leg around John's as he kissed him back. "I love you so much," he whispered against John's lips between kisses, his fingers caressing John's abdomen, his side.

John really had been amazing tonight, and Bobby didn't know how he could ever express how much that meant to him. There'd been no snide comments, no snarky remarks about his family, just support and reassurance and love. If he'd had any doubts about his answer to today's earlier question (which he didn't, he knew he wanted to marry this man without question), they would have been more than allayed by now.

[prodigalflame]

That pleased noise drew an answering grin from John, even as his hand moved down to gently grope Bobby's ass. "I love you too," he murmured, turning Bobby a little so the other mutant was on his back, pressed down a bit into mattress and pillows as John shifted over him, maintaining contact through a deep, hungry kiss.

Pausing for a second just to look at Bobby's face below him, John leaned down for a softer kiss, capturing Bobby's lips with his. This was everything John had ever wanted, and he knew that even if Bobby had no-one else, Bobby had him. "You want me to ride you tonight, sweetheart?" John wondered. Bobby certainly seemed to be enjoying the affection - they both were - and it was a familiar position that allowed John to take charge a little (which he liked) while also bringing Bobby off as intimately as he knew how.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby looked up at him and took a deep breath, smiling faintly. "Actually, I was thinking that maybe you'd like to...to fuck me," he suggested, breath leaving him in a rush. "I'd be okay with that." Nervous as hell, but it was about damn time. John had been very patient, more patient than he deserved, really, and what better time to take that final step than on the night they got engaged?

[prodigalflame]

John's expression changed at Bobby's words, mouth dropping over a little, tongue emerging to lick his upper lip, a subconscious display of lust and want. He knew he looked eager. He knew he sounded eager. Too eager? Oh, what the hell.

"...Yeah. Yeah, I would," John breathed, already mentally considering positions and preparation and everything else. "Are you sure?" He pressed a soft kiss to Bobby's mouth, wanting to make sure he was okay with this. "...Because, I swear to God, you have the best ass. You can't just dangle that in the direction of my dick and not expect me to jump."

[cold_blueeyes]

"...I think so," Bobby said softly, flashing him a nervous smile. He was as sure as he was going to get, anyway, so they may as well do it before he chickened out. "Just...slow." Not that he needed to say that; he knew John would be gentle, careful, would do whatever he could to make this good for both of them. He trusted him.

[prodigalflame]

"I -" John kissed him, "would want-" and dropped another kiss to Bobby's lips, "-to take my time-" and again, "making love to you." They were all soft, gentle kisses, and he offered a teasing smile, trying to be reassuring. He knew he could spend hours fooling around with Bobby - this was just the same, if from a different angle. Position. Something. He could definitely go slow.

Rolling off of Bobby, he kicked off his remaining clothes to dump them on the carpet, reaching for the lube and condom he'd placed by the bedside table for the likelihood of some post-proposal banging. Thankfully it was there, so he exhaled in relief and looked over at Bobby. "...How do you want me to take you, sweetheart?"

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby looked a little lost at the question, giving a faint shake of his head. He had no idea what position might make this easiest for them both, and decision-making was never his strong suit, but much less when he was already nervous about what they were about to do. "...However you want." He took a deep breath again, trying to keep from tensing up with nerves. "Uh...how do you like it best when you bottom?" Maybe that was a good place to start.

[prodigalflame]

John noticed that lost, poleaxed look, recognising instinctively the anxiety building in Bobby's body, almost a tenseness. He should have known better than to prompt it with a question, a decision even. "Hey," John murmured, to direct Bobby's attention to him and away from such terrible things as having to make up his own goddamn mind, "don't worry about me. I'm gonna fuck you the way you should be fucked for your first time, which is romantic. Like I said." Putting aside the fact that John preferred to get fucked while he was on all fours, because that was not romantic.

Squeezing some lube onto a finger, he distracted Bobby with a kiss as he slid that finger down to softly stroke at Bobby's pucker, both slicking him up and just getting him used to the feeling, before he pressed in the tip of his finger just a little. "You're doing great," he murmured, even if Bobby hadn't reacted much.

[cold_blueeyes]

"...Okay." Bobby nodded, managing a small smile. And then John kissed him, and that was good, good enough to help relax him again. He did want this, after all, even if he was a little nervous about it. His breath caught briefly as John's finger went from rubbing to pressing inside of him, the sensation unfamiliar but not entirely uncomfortable. "Thanks," he whispered back, chuckling a little as he wrapped an arm around John's shoulders and kissed him again.

[prodigalflame]

"You're so good," John murmured, aware of how this probably felt to Bobby. He wasn't so thoughtless as to forget what your first time was like: quite the opposite. He could be oddly perceptive, even if he mostly used it to toss out verbal grenades, and so the soft, quiet interplay of sensations and emotions on Bobby's face was easy to read.

"Really," he added, cuddling in next to Bobby's side, and then kissing down that neck and chest so he could shift a little, heading down the end of the bed. All the better to more easily manoeuvre Bobby's body, to add a second finger alongside the first, to bend Bobby's legs up and back, planting a kiss on the inside of his thigh. "Mind you, I was fingering myself at school," he offered, with a bit of a shrug. John figured he was technically way more....sexually active with guys than Bobby. Possibly with girls too. "But I was thinking of you, because your fiancé was a big ol' softie," he added, before resting his tongue on his upper lip for a second.

"I think you're ready, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching for the condom wrapper, and comfortable to make that decision on Bobby's behalf.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby sort of wished he'd fingered himself at some point before this, just so it was a more familiar sensation, although it wasn't completely foreign, not entirely. still, a tongue was different from fingers, which he assumed was different from a cock. At any rate, he was about to find out.

He took a slow, deep breath and nodded his agreement of John's words. "Yeah, I'm ready as I'll ever be," he said wryly, grinning faintly as he watched John, mostly able to keep himself relaxed because he had complete faith in John, that he would be gentle, that if Bobby needed him to slow down or even to stop, he would.

He added in a soft voice, "I want to feel you inside of me, baby."