[ John's quip earns a laugh from Bobby, so much so that he pulls both of his hands away, both because of his laughter and so the other's skin can rest. He shakes his head as he allows a softer smile to grace his lips this time. ]
I'm just kidding, John. You do you. I'm sure you already have a lot on your plate. You wouldn't want me in it.
[ With Nate, Caliban, and now he saw in the network someone named Alec just recently arrived, he doesn't feel any of this should continue beyond the jokes and teasing they now apparently enjoy. If Bobby has more time to process whatever it is he feels for John, especially after they've just fucked, he'd have a different answer. But right now, he doesn't see a space for him in John. ]
[ he watches the way bobby reacts. listens to what he doesn't say. because that's the thing about john. he's good at pretending to not give a shit. that he's not hurt. that he's not insecure. with being so good at it and being so full of shit, it's a little easy for him to spot it in others. especially those he knows.
sitting back, he shifts then. leans in over to the other mutant. presses a hand to the back of the couch?? chair?? he's currently on and comes in close to bobby there. gaze piercing but holding within it a sort of purposeful distance, he clucks his tongue. ]
I told you, icepop. I'm one of the worst people you can be with here.
[ With an added "I don't want you thinking like that" which Bobby never really says. He stares at John for a moment, eyes scanning the other's, before his gaze softens, lips curling up into a faint, fond smile.
He doesn't know what washes over him, probably the same thing that prompted their sexual interaction before, but Bobby closes the distance between them with a soft press of his lips against John's. It's brief yet tender and just the faintest of touches.
When he pulls back, Bobby's at a loss, stunned speechless for a bit after what he just did. ]
[ the kiss itself isn't all that unexpected to him, it's more the tenderness of it that is and it shows in the way he quietly looks after bobby the moment he pulls away. unable to help himself, he licks over his lips — tastes the other there for a moment — then huffs as he shakes his head, settling back against his seat. ]
That's because you're a softie.
[ it's not said with disdain, but. ]
Fucking look at the mess I am right now. [ covered in angry red marks and skin colouring to bruises. ] And this is me on a relatively mild day.
[ that is to say... he can get much, much worse than this. ]
[ Bobby notices this quiet way John looks at him, holds this gaze for a brief five seconds of time, watches him lick his lips, then settles back in his seat too. But before he does, his icy gloved hand returns to John's marred skin.
He listens to John tell him about how he looks, understands what he means, that he snorts a little, lips curling up into a small smile. ]
Yeah, I know. You've always liked searching for trouble. [ Pauses. ] And I'm always here to do this.
[ That is to say, he'll always pick up the pieces afterwards. ]
[ he knows what he's getting at — what he doesn't say, yet again, and john can't help but purse his lips some as he stares to the other. quiet. stubborn, that's a word he'd use for bobby. even if he didn't act that way when he'd left them on the jet years ago to follow magneto. why didn't he, he wonders sometimes, if he means so much to him, but. doesn't really matter anymore. not right now at least. right now, he's staring at him. thinking.
he shouldn't. he really shouldn't but... reaching out, he plucks the front of bobby's shirt there between his fingers. tugs him over and into him, mindful enough to not let him fall into him, and presses his mouth to the other mutant's for a kiss. ]
[ So much regarding his relationship with John, Bobby has buried deep within him. The way he can't look at the other for too long whenever he's close. The way he'd laugh for minutes on end whenever John will crack a particularly sarcastic but funny quip. Maybe when he buried so much of the unwanted shame of what ifs and perhaps, it manifested to him reprimanding John for acting out, or scolding him when he's trying to show off in that food court. He tried so hard to quell this confusion of actually wanting John Allerdyce, why this goddamn asshole in the first place, that he has unconsciously built an ice wall even before he left, even before he stepped off that jet all those years ago.
Bobby only barely realized to thaw it when he can't bear to hurt him when John did. Resentment and desire are funny things when mixed together and suppressed. So, here he is, a hand on the couch's armrest to steady himself as he returns John's kiss, crashing lips and realizations.
When he pulls away, Bobby doesn't completely, blue eyes searching John's face for an answer why he did what he did. Why they're dancing around each other like a performance on a stage. ]
[ breath warm on his lips when that kiss falls apart, he stares to bobby there so close to him — sees the way he searches his face and, in that silence, he stares back to him with those blue-gray eyes of his. it's only after a moment — only after he licks over those lips of his again that he finally says something. ]
That kinda hurt... [ a beat. ] ...my lip, I mean.
[ you know. his busted lip, but. as if that stopped him. ]
[ The apology is immediate as Bobby shifts to lean back a little so he can place his icy thumb again on John's lip. The cold isn't as sharp as earlier since he has already adjusted the temperature for the other mutant. ]
Feeling better? [ A lopsided smile on his face, Bobby massages John's skin with his thumbs, trying to coax the pain out of the other. ]
[ with the icy thumb back on his lip, john can't help but raise a brow to the other mutant there and, as a sort of means to lighten the mood and all that, he can't help but ask. ]
Are you trying to get me to suck your thumb? Is this a thing for you?
[ Bobby almost chokes on his own spit at John's question as he tries hard not to shift whilst applying ample pressure on his injuries. Because John calls him out and sheds a spotlight on his thumb, he continues to caress his busted lip. ]
No, of course not. [ Chuckles a little, then a teasing smile because two could play this teasing game. ] Why? Would you suck it?
[ Bobby replies with another chuckle. Nodding at John's question, though, he lets go of him and turns both his hands back into his regular flesh and blood. He searches the first aid kit, then hands some painkillers over at the other mutant. ]
Here, these should be enough. [ He hands him like 10 tablets. ] I'm sure Ororo won't mind if they go missing.
[ he doesn't go and say anything to that, just stares to the other mutant before he gives a lick over his lips and grabs his shirt off the couch once the glass is set aside. taking a moment, he slowly goes through the chore of pulling it back on. ]
Wanting to keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't pass out and never wake up again?
[ even as he says that, he slowly gets himself up. looks around. you know, expecting bobby to show him where these rooms are since it's not like he's familiar with the place. ]
[ Bobby stands up, too, and proceeds to show John the room, noting how the other mutant must be expecting him to. With a nod, he leads him to one that obviously hasn't been used with clean sheets and pillows. ]
Something like that. You said it yourself, I worry a lot and I wanna make sure you get some rest.
john follows along though. keeps relatively close but not too close. steps and movements slow because, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he's tired and his body aches from everything. coming up alongside him then, he stands there. stares to the bed and the room itself. ]
Gonna sit on the bed and make sure I fall asleep ok?
[ His response is swift and comes with a smile as he beckons John to get on the bed. He looks around, makes sure the room isn't dusty or anything of the sort, before his smile turns a bit playful. ]
Unless you want me to hold you in my arms and all that sappy stuff you don't want. [ Only teasing? Maybe. ]
making his way over to the bed, movements remain slow as he eases himself down onto the bed and just sits there for a moment. tired. lets a breath leave him before he's just pinching the bridge of his nose. eyes closed. just... sitting. ]
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Guess this means I better keep my sex adventures to myself.
[ a beat as he bites down on his bottom lip gently. ]
Wouldn't want to upset poor little Bobby Drake.
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I'm just kidding, John. You do you. I'm sure you already have a lot on your plate. You wouldn't want me in it.
[ With Nate, Caliban, and now he saw in the network someone named Alec just recently arrived, he doesn't feel any of this should continue beyond the jokes and teasing they now apparently enjoy. If Bobby has more time to process whatever it is he feels for John, especially after they've just fucked, he'd have a different answer. But right now, he doesn't see a space for him in John. ]
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sitting back, he shifts then. leans in over to the other mutant. presses a hand to the back of the couch?? chair?? he's currently on and comes in close to bobby there. gaze piercing but holding within it a sort of purposeful distance, he clucks his tongue. ]
I told you, icepop. I'm one of the worst people you can be with here.
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[ With an added "I don't want you thinking like that" which Bobby never really says. He stares at John for a moment, eyes scanning the other's, before his gaze softens, lips curling up into a faint, fond smile.
He doesn't know what washes over him, probably the same thing that prompted their sexual interaction before, but Bobby closes the distance between them with a soft press of his lips against John's. It's brief yet tender and just the faintest of touches.
When he pulls back, Bobby's at a loss, stunned speechless for a bit after what he just did. ]
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That's because you're a softie.
[ it's not said with disdain, but. ]
Fucking look at the mess I am right now. [ covered in angry red marks and skin colouring to bruises. ] And this is me on a relatively mild day.
[ that is to say... he can get much, much worse than this. ]
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He listens to John tell him about how he looks, understands what he means, that he snorts a little, lips curling up into a small smile. ]
Yeah, I know. You've always liked searching for trouble. [ Pauses. ] And I'm always here to do this.
[ That is to say, he'll always pick up the pieces afterwards. ]
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he shouldn't. he really shouldn't but... reaching out, he plucks the front of bobby's shirt there between his fingers. tugs him over and into him, mindful enough to not let him fall into him, and presses his mouth to the other mutant's for a kiss. ]
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Bobby only barely realized to thaw it when he can't bear to hurt him when John did. Resentment and desire are funny things when mixed together and suppressed. So, here he is, a hand on the couch's armrest to steady himself as he returns John's kiss, crashing lips and realizations.
When he pulls away, Bobby doesn't completely, blue eyes searching John's face for an answer why he did what he did. Why they're dancing around each other like a performance on a stage. ]
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That kinda hurt... [ a beat. ] ...my lip, I mean.
[ you know. his busted lip, but. as if that stopped him. ]
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[ The apology is immediate as Bobby shifts to lean back a little so he can place his icy thumb again on John's lip. The cold isn't as sharp as earlier since he has already adjusted the temperature for the other mutant. ]
Feeling better? [ A lopsided smile on his face, Bobby massages John's skin with his thumbs, trying to coax the pain out of the other. ]
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Are you trying to get me to suck your thumb? Is this a thing for you?
[ teasing? just a little. ]
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No, of course not. [ Chuckles a little, then a teasing smile because two could play this teasing game. ] Why? Would you suck it?
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[ said so cheekily as he grins a little there to the other mutant. ]
You got any painkillers by any chance?
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[ Bobby replies with another chuckle. Nodding at John's question, though, he lets go of him and turns both his hands back into his regular flesh and blood. He searches the first aid kit, then hands some painkillers over at the other mutant. ]
Here, these should be enough. [ He hands him like 10 tablets. ] I'm sure Ororo won't mind if they go missing.
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taking the pills in hand, he sits up a little better and eyes the other mutant. brow raised. ]
Got something to wash it down with?
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You should rest here for a bit. I'll be alone for the next few hours, don't worry.
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Rest where exactly?
[ asking that, he knocks back a few of the painkillers in his palm and chases them down with a swig of the water he'd been given. ]
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There are extra rooms here you can rest in for a bit. Or just lounge here on the couch. [ You know, next to him. ]
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Trying to get me into bed, huh?
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I'm trying to get you into bed so you can rest. Don't worry, I'm not gonna join you if you don't want me to.
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Wanting to keep an eye on me. Make sure I don't pass out and never wake up again?
[ even as he says that, he slowly gets himself up. looks around. you know, expecting bobby to show him where these rooms are since it's not like he's familiar with the place. ]
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Something like that. You said it yourself, I worry a lot and I wanna make sure you get some rest.
[ Still concerned about your injuries, bestie. ]
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john follows along though. keeps relatively close but not too close. steps and movements slow because, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he's tired and his body aches from everything. coming up alongside him then, he stands there. stares to the bed and the room itself. ]
Gonna sit on the bed and make sure I fall asleep ok?
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[ His response is swift and comes with a smile as he beckons John to get on the bed. He looks around, makes sure the room isn't dusty or anything of the sort, before his smile turns a bit playful. ]
Unless you want me to hold you in my arms and all that sappy stuff you don't want. [ Only teasing? Maybe. ]
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[ a beat. ]
Nerd.
[ it's said fondly though.
making his way over to the bed, movements remain slow as he eases himself down onto the bed and just sits there for a moment. tired. lets a breath leave him before he's just pinching the bridge of his nose. eyes closed. just... sitting. ]
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