"Merry Christmas," John grinned back, setting his coffee down on the coffee table so he could lean forward a little and reach to run his fingers through Bobby's hair. God damn it, but he liked touching the guy. It was a combination of affirming that Bobby was indubitably real and just getting used to him, getting used to Bobby at only a hand's reach away. "Are you my present? Mind, I have already unwrapped you..." They might have only mostly made out and fooled around a little more since that first night, but John was totally A-OK content with that. Learning Bobby's scent was more than enough reward, and frankly, he wanted to be a gentleman about this.

Although if Drake kept looking so darn edible that was going to be very hard.