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Part 6b: PDA The dinner wasn’t as brutal as John thought it would be. There was a speech held by the professor while Summers smiled sweetly at Ms. Grey over the table and John thought he was going to gag. But then the dinner had been quite nice; good food and no one bothered him. He ate alone and talked to Bobby about nothing and let himself enjoy this moment, because after the dinner he was going to tell Bobby that he didn’t have a present and that could possibly lead to his death, or at least a frozen limb or two. The teachers stayed the longest at the dinner table; Hank got nostalgic and started talking about his childhood while Logan had fled into the kitchen, where he was probably drinking beer and talking to Marie, who had suspiciously disappeared from the table. “Come on,” Bobby pulled at John’s sleeve, getting up from the table after finishing his dessert, “let’s go.” John followed Bobby out of the dining room, thinking they were going to go back to their room, but Bobby’s hand stopped him right outside of the kitchen and told him to wait there. It only took him a minute to rush into the kitchen and then come back holding two bottles of beer, handing the other to John with a small smile on his face. “Logan says Merry Christmas,” he explained and took a sip. John nodded, drinking from the bottle and followed Bobby into the small elevator by the corner of the hallway. Soon enough he realized they were going up to the roof, and John was thankful that Bobby had chosen a secluded place for them to spend time; he hadn’t been up for much more socializing after being around so many by the dinner table. Bobby was oddly quiet as he stepped out to the roof and quickly to the edge so he could watch the snow covered lawn. John followed him, drinking his beer intensely, working up several explanations in his head as to why he hadn’t gotten him a Christmas gift. The topic was bound to come up, he knew it. “Some Christmas, huh?” Bobby finally said. He didn’t shiver against the cold; the temperature was in his nature. John let out a chuckle and rubbed his arms a little; feeling his sweater keeping him warm enough. “Something to tell future generations,” John replied, “or warn them about.” “Well.” Bobby turned his head to look at John in the night and John stepped closer, without any real reason to; their shoulders touched as they both stared out at the sky. Bobby looked so tired, and John knew that he had been up most of the night before, even if he would deny it. Bobby had twist and turned in bed so much that it had woken John up, but since John was the king of repressing feelings he hadn’t called Bobby on it. But he knew it was because of his parents; Bobby was still thinking about it, still wishing he could’ve done something to prevent his parents from fighting with him. John knew Bobby well enough to know that right now he was blaming himself for the whole thing. He put down his beer bottle on the ground, not feeling like drinking anymore, and watched the dark sky in front of them. He heard Bobby’s shuffling feet beside him, a small sigh that escaped his lips. “It’s not like this place feels like a prison,” Bobby suddenly blurted out, getting all of John’s attention. Bobby looked focused, staring at the sky, taking a drink from his bottle. He looked like he was battling some inner demon, forcing the dialogue out after giving it a hard consideration. “The professor gave me a home, you know? I don’t know what I hoped for.” “Me neither,” John offered, though not really sure what Bobby was saying. Bobby stared at him suddenly, a sardonic smile on his lips. “I just wanted to go with them to see if…things had changed. If they were different.” “It might take time,” John sighed, hating what he was saying. But it was the truth, and he wouldn’t lie to Bobby about this, ever. “You can’t really blame them.” “I guess not,” Bobby sighed, frowning. “No, I don’t. I can’t ever. Even if I wanted to. But yeah, things change, right?” He looked at John for assurance. “Yeah.” “We’ve changed a lot,” Bobby added, “ever since…you came back.” “Things changed because I left,” John then admitted, not looking at Bobby. He could feel him studying his profile. “And because I came back.” There was no cool mist coming out of Bobby’s mouth for a few seconds, and then he started breathing again. He had a look on his face…as if he just had a moment of clarity. John put his bottle away so Bobby couldn’t have anymore to drink; if he was going to start talking about revelations or epiphanies, John would have to think up an escape plan. “Did I ever say thank you for that?” “Once,” John smirked, “Right after I kissed you. Though that might’ve been for the kiss, I’m not sure.” Bobby laughed at the memory, fondness growing in his eyes. “Oh, yeah,” he said dreamily, looking over the lawn. “And you never really told me why,” he suddenly said without further explanation, and John knew what he was talking about. The Conversation he’d been waiting for. For about two years now, he’d been waiting for this to happen. After a year he stopped thinking about it as much and told himself to just enjoy what he and Bobby had for…as long as it could last. But he knew that Bobby would someday ask him about what happened, why he left, why he came back. Bobby always needed to know the answers to everything; it was calming for him to know the truth. John never understood it. “That is true,” John said, not wanting to expand his answer. “And I didn’t ask,” Bobby waved his hands around, as if defending himself to John, and he was determined to not letting this topic die, like he had been doing for the past two years every time John’s return was mentioned. “I could’ve, but I didn’t.” “Look, what do you want, Bobby?” John glared at him sideways, “You had a shitty day, I get that. But don’t ask me questions like that, and don’t tell me I owe you –“ “That’s not what I’m saying,” Bobby interrupted, “not at all.” And then the topic did die down. John waited until Bobby sighed and then he turned around, grabbing Bobby by his tie, pulling him closer. It was intimate and Bobby was breathing really hard against his face, but he didn’t mind. He stared at the knot of the tie. “I really like you,” he explained quietly, “in this tie.” What a cop out. John bit his lip, staring so hard at the red Christmas tie and felt Bobby’s hand sneak up on his back reassuringly. “Ha. I knew you liked this tie,” Bobby replied smugly. “I never said I didn’t.” “You never said you did.” “Whatever.” Bobby watched John stare at his tie; he started taking it off, loosen it from Bobby’s throat with a determined look on his face. Bobby bit back a smile at that. “Trying to undress me already? We’re not even inside yet.” “I told you I couldn’t resist,” John retorted, but stopped fiddling with the tie after he’d loosened it. He was uncomfortable, not knowing where to look, and he damn well couldn’t stare up into Bobby’s eyes while he said this. “I didn’t get you a fucking present, Bobby.” Bobby frowned. John stared at Bobby’s throat, wanting to push Bobby’s arms off him because having Bobby holding him in a grip like this when telling him the bad news was not a good idea. He could do the Vulcan death grip on him. “Okay,” Bobby replied indifferently. John stared at him in shock but said nothing. “I didn’t get you anything either,” Bobby admitted, but his lips then got tightly shut and he had that weird frown on his face - John could categorize at least five of Bobby’s frown, and he knew this particular one was in the “Lying” category. “Yes, you did,” John told him, seeing Bobby’s nostrils flare. “No, I really didn’t.” “Don’t give me a present.” “I told you, I won’t.” “Shit,” John backed away suddenly, letting Bobby’s arms drop off him. “You can’t blame me, you know? I thought you were going to Boston!” Bobby looked eerily calm as John shouted at him. “You didn’t get me anything last year, either.” “I know,” John spat out, feeling like he was being targeted and accused. “You were with your parents then. I mean, what did you want? That I sent you flowers in the mail? A goddamn postcard?” “John –“ “I hate Christmas.” “I know.” “And you love Christmas.” Bobby shrugged, watching as John stared angrily out at the sky, wishing he knew what the hell went on in his head. “So?” “You got me a present, didn’t you?” “You’re so full of yourself,” Bobby grinned at him sweetly, wanting to reach out and kiss him, but got a glare from John that told him to not do it. “Seriously, John, it’s not a big deal. It’s just Christmas.” “Christmas is like your holy grail of holidays.” “That’s not true,” Bobby shook his head, approaching John until they only stood two feet apart from each other. “Christmas isn’t that special to me.” “It is this year.” Bobby bit his lips, contemplating how he was going to let John know the truth. Eventually he asked him, “Why do you think that is?” John was about to reply with because your parents came here, but then realized what a nightmare that had been. “I don’t want you to punch me for saying this,” Bobby said jokingly, “but you need to think before you speak. Sometimes what you say comes out sounding really dense.” John sneered at him half-heartedly, slightly mad at himself for getting so worked up about this. “Shut up.” “No, it was cute,” Bobby continued and then frowned at his words. “I never thought I’d get to call you ‘cute’. Hmm.” John sighed, almost pouting like a little kid. Bobby smiled at him. “Wow, you…you’re really freaked out about this,” he told him as if it was something really unusual and surprisingly. Which it had been. “Don’t tell anyone,” John threatened when he felt Bobby come closer to him, Bobby’s fingers tracing his jaw line carefully, gently. “Or I might have to kill you.” Bobby snickered seconds before his lips caught John’s in a soft and still kiss; John only lifted his head at the touch to get a better angle, and Bobby’s hand was still touching his jaw line so gently that it felt like it was hovering over his skin. When they parted, Bobby looked gleeful at the fact that John had openly freaked out in front of him, because of him. “Don’t,” John warned him with his eyebrows raised pointedly. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” John eyed him. “I don’t believe you, Drake.” “You know what might shut me up?” Bobby couldn’t hide the smirk that had wanting to show since the kiss, and didn’t have to even finish the thought before John understood what he meant; John had already leaned forward to kiss him again. His hands were in Bobby’s hair, and he was kissing him hard and long and pouring all of his feelings into the kiss, wanting Bobby to feel everything he was feeling because it wasn’t something John intended to ever put into words. A kiss like this would have to do. But he thought Bobby understood it anyway, as Bobby quickly wrapped his arms around John and moaned into his mouth, pushing his hips forward and wishing desperately that they were somewhere warmer. But they were both interrupted when fireworks suddenly shot up on the sky above them, rockets exploding in the sky in all kinds of colors. Bobby stared up at them happily and John knew he loved fireworks, but John had a feeling in his gut that something wasn’t right with this. And then he saw the writing on the sky. Johnny & Bobby 4evah! Inside a huge, pink heart. John was going to kill Jubilee. “I’m going to kill her,” he bit out, pulling away from Bobby to stare down at the ground where he saw something yellow throw her arms around at the sky. “I’m gonna burn all her clothes, watch her break down, and then throw her into the river.” Bobby came up besides him, watching the fireworks in shock. “Can I help?” John nodded. “You can ice the river while she’s in it.” Bobby grinned – which John didn’t get; didn’t Bobby understand the horror of their current situation? How could he smile when Jubilee was writing that on the sky for all to see? “This isn’t funny!” “Just a little,” Bobby offered. “Well, it won’t be funny when I melt all her credit cards.” Bobby walked up to him while John was oblivious; he was busy plotting murder and generally looking pissed off. He then got a kiss on his neck from Bobby, and turned his head to look at him in slight surprise. “Does Christmas always make you this jumpy?” Bobby quoted John from earlier, seeing John grin briefly at the comment. “I’m not jumpy,” he defended himself; “I’m the cool one.” “No, I’m the cool one,” Bobby explained, slowly backing towards the elevator and getting John to follow him, “you’re the hot-tempered one.” “Perfect match?” John tried, momentarily forgetting about the text in the sky which was starting to fade away. “Aw, you’re such a romantic,” Bobby teased him, seeing John look annoyed at his comment. He knew exactly what buttons to push when it came to John. “Really, though. That’s so sweet of you.” “Hey, I’m not the one who bought a Christmas present. You’re the sappy one.” Bobby objected with, “I told you I didn’t get you anything.” “Yes, and I said I didn’t believe you.” Bobby said dramatically. “What kind of relationship do we have,” Bobby declared into the open sky, his arms gesturing, “if it’s not based on trust?” John pointed at him with a grin on his face, nearly splitting his face in two, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care about getting caught grinning like an idiot because Bobby hadn’t killed him, and Bobby was spending all Christmas with him and there wasn’t a reason for him to be pissed off right now. Except for the thing with Jubilee, but John already had the perfect revenge planned out for that. “You’re going to regret saying that,” he told Bobby when they both got into the small elevator to head back down. “It’s just the truth,” Bobby replied as the door to the elevator started to shut closed. “Well, at least we know who the girlfriend in this relationship is,” John then said, and Bobby only had time to gasp at the comment before the door closed completely and John attacked Bobby with a kiss. He let out a muffled, “you asshole,” against his lips before giving into the kiss and letting himself be pinned against the wall by John. Bobby smiled when their lips parted and asked, “You’re really trying to set a record in public displays, aren’t you?” John seemed to be considering the question for a moment before replying with, “Well, since you brought it up…” and then cut off Bobby’s laughter by giving him another kiss to show that he was serious. One year later John was already awake when Bobby’s eyes fluttered open at the morning light; he watched as his boyfriend pout at the light and bury his head underneath his pillow. John chuckled while sadistically throwing the pillow away so Bobby was once again forced to open his eyes. “Stop it,” he muttered. “Now, that’s not the Christmas mood I was hoping for,” John commented, leaning forwards on his elbow until he was almost hovering over Bobby’s chest, staring at him. “Try again.” “You try again, you jackass.” Bobby’s comebacks weren’t as good when he had just woken up, but John could forgive. He crawled over Bobby’s body, straddling him briefly before lying down so his chin hit Bobby’s chest. Bobby seemed to think this meant that he would be allowed a few more moments of sleep, but the second he closed his eyes, John started tickle his sides with an evil grin on his face. “No, dammit,” he wheezed out between laughing and grabbed John’s wrists, holding them still. “Please. I’ll be jolly if you let me sleep.” John snorted at that and again leaned on his elbows, pushing himself further up so his face was right over Bobby’s and their chests were pressed together. “Sorry. I just thought you wanted to see what I got you for Christmas.” Bobby, who had closed his eyes again, opened them so widely that John thought they were going to pop out. “You did? You got me a present?” “Well,” John admitted, reaching down to the side of the bed with his own arm and trying to grab something from underneath, “it’s not technically a present as much as it’s a tool for me to get what I want.” Bobby frowned and watched John find what he was looking for. “What does that mean?” John pulled out a mistletoe, holding it above both of them with a devious look on his face. “It means you have to make out with me now or I’ll be very put out.” “All this romance is killing me,” Bobby joked but quickly leaned forward, capturing John’s lips in a kiss. John responded by throwing the mistletoe away so he could touch Bobby all he wanted; letting his hands move over his naked chest, his shoulders, in his hair. He grinned against Bobby’s lips as they kissed, feeling Bobby’s hands sneak up to his sides and tickle him back, causing John to squirm on top of him. “Mmm,” Bobby said as John scowled at him for the tickling, “you know exactly what to get me.” “I am great that way,” John replied, licking his lips and grinding against Bobby’s hips without mercy. “And you’re still as humble as the day when I met you.” John smiled while biting hips lips; his eyes momentarily closed as Bobby leaned forward to brush a kiss on his collarbone. “Some things never change.” Bobby’s hand made its way to John’s abdomen, playfully sprawled out under his bellybutton. “That’s not true,” he whispered seriously and waited until he got eye contact before reaching down to let his fingers brush against John’s erection and got a moan in response. John smiled briefly and said, “yeah, whatever” but the way he arched at Bobby’s touch and held onto his shoulders let Bobby know that he was thinking the exact same thing. THE END. Please mail me if you'd like to leave feedback or any comments on the fanfiction. |