At the sound of him, the sight of him, John let go of the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"I have a machine," John told him, just a little giddy-eager-trying to please, opening up the pantry - and sure enough, there was one of those fancy espresso machines. And he had a little instruction manual to boot. But he looked at Bobby and then at the book....and shut the pantry door again, tossing the booklet inside. "And I have no idea how to use it."
Fortunately he still had his little french press on the countertop and he'd already made himself a mug. So he gave that to Bobby instead and poured himself enough, busying about a little to slide the sugar, milk and cream along the top of the counter towards the other man while he stared at it. He leaned over and kissed Bobby's shoulder gently, because he could. "Why don't you go set the table, handsome, and I'll work on breakfast, huh?"
All too soon there was the sound of frying eggs and the smell of bacon.
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Date: 2014-12-30 11:21 am (UTC)"I have a machine," John told him, just a little giddy-eager-trying to please, opening up the pantry - and sure enough, there was one of those fancy espresso machines. And he had a little instruction manual to boot. But he looked at Bobby and then at the book....and shut the pantry door again, tossing the booklet inside. "And I have no idea how to use it."
Fortunately he still had his little french press on the countertop and he'd already made himself a mug. So he gave that to Bobby instead and poured himself enough, busying about a little to slide the sugar, milk and cream along the top of the counter towards the other man while he stared at it. He leaned over and kissed Bobby's shoulder gently, because he could. "Why don't you go set the table, handsome, and I'll work on breakfast, huh?"
All too soon there was the sound of frying eggs and the smell of bacon.