[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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[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."

[prodigalflame]

John bit his lip, feeling a little in awe of the amount of trust and faith that Bobby so clearly had in him. It just heightened his anticipation, his impatience, making him restrain himself as best he could. (Because part of him just wanted to sink deep into Bobby's ass.) Tearing the condom wrapper in two, he fumbled it on, and pressed a kiss to Bobby's mouth as he moved up to position himself.

"I know, I could have eaten your ass as prep, but you know, I start doing that and I just don't do anything else," he added with a rakish grin to hide his nerves. "Right," he breathed, cock at Bobby's entrance. "Here we go." Pushing in a little, he took his time, breathing deep and quick as he felt that constraining, hot, familiar sensation - familiar and yet not familiar, because it was Bobby, John's gaze focussed on any sign of discomfort or pain as he got roughly the first inch of his dick in before pulling almost all the way out, and then pushing back in again, a little more, and just as slowly.

"How we going, sweetheart? You feel so good." If John could roll his eyes back in his head, he would have.

[cold_blueeyes]

It was exactly the right thing to say, and Bobby groaned softly at the thought of John's mouth on his ass, relaxing further as John started to press inside him. He bit his lip, because it did hurt, but not unbearably so, and by the time John started pushing into him a second time it was already fading to a low burn. "Doing okay," he assured him, a little breathless, flashing John a smile to let him know that he meant it. "Keep going." John's obvious enjoyment, coupled with the knowledge of how good it felt from the other side, probably would have been enough for him to want to continue even if it was a lot more uncomfortable, but he was pretty sure it was going to be worth the momentary discomfort for him, too.

[prodigalflame]

John was - well, not exactly patient, he was never exactly patient - but he was as thoughtful as he could be, and more than that, driven by ego and pride to make it good for Bobby, to not keep all the pleasure for himself and just use the guy and roll over. (Which he sometimes had, with other partners.)

So breathing in and out in short little puffs that matched his initial thrusts, he tried to pace himself, easing to a slower, steadier rhythm that made him groan with the sheer, delicious frustration of it all, leaning down to capture Bobby's lips in a kiss. "You. Are. Amazing," he huffed. "I knew you'd feel this good."

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby whimpered into his mouth, reaching up to caress John's arms just to add to the connection between them. As his body adjusted to John, even the burn faded and it started to feel kind of good.

"Worth the wait?" he asked breathlessly, his smile a little apologetic. He really had made John wait a long time for this, simply out of fear of the unknown. It really hadn't been justified, now that he was experiencing it. The pain hadn't been that bad and hadn't lasted, after all.

In fact, now that he was actually starting to enjoy it for himself and not just for how good he knew it had to feel for John, he started to move a little, shifting in time with John's slow thrusts.

[prodigalflame]

That whimper brought out a chuckle in response, John angling a little so he could lean up and kiss Bobby's forehead, thrusts unsteady as he did so. Fucking someone and leaning and using them as balance...yeah. "Definitely," he said, just as breathless, and kissed Bobby sloppy and long, more tongue and mouth than anything else.

The experience was really fantastic, almost too fantastic: not simply the feel of Bobby, tight around him, but the knowledge, the awareness of every quiet fantasy, every stifled boner and the aching, aching nights in which he'd thought about nothing else for years - that was almost enough to make him come far too quickly. "You're so incredible...I don't wanna come to soon," he confessed, with a broad, panting grin, and kissed him again.

[cold_blueeyes]

Bobby laughed softly, shakily, against John's mouth, trying to move with him as best he could, although it was a little different trying to move from this side. "I understand," he murmured, remembering the first time they'd done this with their positions reversed. Despite his best efforts, he'd come too soon, so he had a fair amount of sympathy for John's current situation.

The full, aching stretch of having John inside him was kind of maddening--in an amazingly good way--and it wasn't long before he slipped his hand between them, curling his fingers around his length and stroking, pacing his hand to John's slow thrusts with a low groan.

[prodigalflame]

"Yeah, you would understand," John murmured with a low grin, and kissed him. Bobby understood practically everything: and what he didn't understand, he still accepted. It was one of the many things John loved about him so much, just making his heart swell all the more.

"We're gonna have the perfect life," John promised, in between grunts. "Picket fence and kids, and - ughn, fucking every night." That was another promise, after a particularly deep thrust, now that he'd somehow managed to shift into a steadier rhythm, after some of the sheer shock-and-awe had worn off.

It didn't take him too long to spill himself into the condom with a loud, husky moan, body stiff and taut for that moment of pure pleasure, and he was barely able to stop himself from collapsing on his fiancé with a slow, rakish grin.

[cold_blueeyes]

John's words were almost as intoxicating as the sensations, the feel of John moving inside of him and of his hand sliding along his cock combining with the images of that perfect life, the excitement and anticipation of having all of those things he'd always pictured for himself but with a man he never dreamed he would share them with and yet now couldn't imagine anyone he'd rather, and it was all enough to have him fairly close to coming by the time he felt John stiffen and stop moving, feeling him climax inside him. He moaned at the feeling, his hand speeding up to push himself the rest of the way until he came too, shuddering with release.

He laughed softly as he looked up at John, the earlier moment of unpleasantness with his family all but forgotten in this amazing, wonderful moment with his now-fiance. "I love you," he breathed, a little awed.