Entry tags:

chamber, iceman

Log: Iceman and Chamber (part 2 of 2)
Who: Bobby Drake and Jono Starsmore
When: October 2007 (super-backdated!)
Where: Bobby Drake's room at Xavier's School
What: movie watching
Status: complete
Rating: NC-17 for scenes in the movie they're watching and for interactions between the two of them.

"Well, now that I know what you do in my room when I'm not here, maybe you should pony up some cash for some FeBreeze or some shit. It ain't all me." Which was obvious. It would take both hands for Bobby to count the number of times he'd found his door locked and heard muffled noises coming from the inside. Porn was porn, but the thought of Jono sitting on his bed like he was now, stroking himself, bare ass on his bedspread. His dick twitched at the thought, even though it was just his thumb stroking it, ghosting over it. Bobby looked at the screen, shrugging. "Talk about a fuckin's unlucky mutant power. No way do I want to be able to open a can with my cock." Could Pete do that? Probably not a question he should ask his friend. Pete and Bobby were comrades in arms, watching each other's backs, not each other's asses.

The silence stretched between them, both looking at the screen. Bobby could hear how their breathing had started getting in synch with one another. It was a little disconcerting, but nice at the same time. At least they both weren't ready to blow yet. The pre cooled on Bobby's leg, glancing over at Jono, and then looking down at himself. "Guess I need someone to suck it up." It wasn't an offer, just an observation. Picking his cock up between his middle finger and thumb, Bobby forced another drop up, watching the screen as the man emptied himself. "Big load," he said quietly, his breath hitching a bit. Swiping his thumb over his slit, Bobby reached over and smeared it on Jono's thigh, a smile replace the serious look of concentration. "My room, my TV, my bed...you're my cumrag," he laughed, looking back at the screen as the man getting oral began to huff, exclaiming that he was close. His chest was sweaty and glistening. Bobby's hand slid out from behind his head, moving over his collarbone before settling on his left peck, kneading the muscle and the hard nipple as he continued to watch the screen, cock back on Bobby's thigh, another glistening drop forming. "Brit's don't need lube?" He hadn't seen anything come out of Jono - not that he was looking that hard or could see anything beside that fleshy hood.

"Mostly you", Jono was sure. And good luck trying to get him to get Bobby anything for the room. He was considering this right now as something of a payback, and if it went well, maybe the days of using the room alone would be over. Not that Jono was looking for a jackoff buddy or anything, but if he'd found a good thing, why not go with it? "Cocks are for two things. Fuckin' and pissin' upright. The only screwin' it's meant for is that kind", he said, nodding to the screen as his hands were too full to gesture with them.

Jono was finally getting to work on himself a bit more while watching the television screen, still able to see Bobby stroking out of the corner of his eye now and again. Jono snorted at the idea of Bobby needing someone to suck up all the pre. He certainly wasn't suggesting Jono? Sure, Jono had fooled around with a mate back home before, just messing around like this now, but it had gotten a little further. But that was mutual, and what Bobby was suggesting sounded more like he was looking for a bitch. And Jono was no one's bitch. He couldn't believe when Bobby smeared him. "That what you think?", he asked. He was going to say more, but heard the action on the screen and looked back to that.

Jono watched as the woman continued to give oral. The man behind her was now slapping her ass and calling all kinds of vulgar things. Jono grinned. He was kneading his balls openly, and stretched his legs out a bit more to give himself better access, his leg rubbing against Bobby's for a second before settling against it. His other hand was on his cock, starting a slow up and back down motion on it, having it pointed forward toward his face for now. "Lube? Give it time, I'm jus' gettin' started. Had to fill a fucking cup full yesterday, remember? It been a while for you?", he asked brazenly. He knew that when he withheld for a while then gave it a good, long jerking, he'd be seeping like no tomorrow, kinda like how Bobby was now.

"Yeah, that's what I think," Bobby shot back, a lazy grin on his face. Apparently Jono didn't mind getting some of Bobby's cock juice on him, which made him wonder for a second. his head rested against the wall, swallowing a big lump in his throat when he felt Jono brush against his leg...then stop and stay there. It was a different sort of touch than he was used to. When it was usually just him, Bobby touched himself all over, but Jono's leg was warm, he could feel that warmth and it wasn't wavering or fleeting. It was a constant heat on his leg that was actually pretty nice. Not that he would say that. He chuckled some, his hand moving away from his dick. It'd been a long time since he'd actually watched a DVD porn on his television - the screen was bigger than his monitor, and the bed was a lot more comfortable than his computer chair. He was teasing himself, and he knew when he finally did climax, it'd a whole hell of a mess.

"I'm usually pretty soupy as it is, too much juice." His hand moved down and lifted his sac up, showing off his blond-haired balls, slapping them against his leg before he let them fall back down between his legs. He wiped the ball sweat on across his chest, catching his nipple at he end of the gesture and giving it a nice little twist. He exhaled through his mouth. The oral guy's load wasn't all that impressive and the scene switched again. It looked like just a bed, but then the redhead climbed on top of it and men swarmed around each side. They were so intent on getting to the girl that they were wedged in tightly against one another, hands working on getting themselves hard, the spare hands brushing over asses and chests of the guys around them.

"But...yeah, s'been a while for me," Bobby said quietly. he hadn't been saving the load for anything in particular, but just hadn't been in the mood for much. A couple quick strokes on his cock and Bobby let it fall back to were it had been, his thumb sliding over the bigger veins as he looked between the screen and Jono. He reached down and cleaned off his slit again, taking another chance and wiping it on Jono's leg in a different spot this time. He didn't say anything, just looked at the screen and the way Jono's foreskin moved with his fist.

Jono's retort to Bobby was forgotten as he was focused on himself and the screen. Bobby's leg was cool against his, but not uncomfortably so. It didn't feel much different to him than someone with poor circulation. He nodded to Bobby's answer about his release, both frequency and amount of. It wasn't as awkward as it should be, talking casually about these things with him. Of course it wasn't like they had anything to hide. Jono looked over to Bobby again, noting the balls being pulled up, seeing the hint of ass underneath them. And from what Jono could tell, it was indeed a decent looking one. As a whole, he didn't have a complaint about Bobby's body, not that he'd ever say anything to that effect.

Again his attention went back to the TV. There were cocks everywhere, hand on them, hands on asses, and the chick in the middle. Most of the screen time though was being devoted to the men, and Jono could feel himself swelling. He rested his hands for a moment, giving one last squeeze up his cock first to work out a bit of pre that left a silvery thread between his cock and his navel. This scene was great, and he didn't want to work himself up too quickly.

"Oh no yeh don't", Jono replied, smirking when Bobby did that again, smearing a bit of himself on the side of Jono's hip. "You can 'ave that bit back", he said, doing a half-roll onto his side until his hip met Bobby's. He moved just enough to be sure it had gotten on the other guy too, meanwhile, his cock slid over, the tip of it smacking lightly against Bobby's hip. Jono paid that no mind, rolling back over to where he had been, giving his leg a small, playful jostle against Bobby's as he looked back to the screen.

Usually to Bobby, a cock was a cock - but these were porn cocks. Some were cut, some were not, some had mushroom heads - it was like the Baskin Robbins of porn all up in the video. There were so many hands. Sure, a couple of not-stellarly-fit guys were involved, but the camera didn't spend much time on them. Bobby's thumb pushed in just a bit harder, audibly sighing, eyes closed for a moment as he enjoyed the sensation. He was starting to tingle, just in the tips of his toes, his hand coming off his groin. Not yet, he told himself.

"What the fuck?" Bobby asked, his attention to the screen broken when he felt Jono's warm liquid on him. He just looked at the glistening spot, his mouth stuck between being grossed out and turned on. He felt it cool on him, he didn't try to brush it off. When Jono rolled, Bobby's hand instinctively went down to the mattress, forearm brushing against Jono's side, feeling another man's dick touch him. The jostle might have been playful, but Bobby grunted, lifting his leg up and putting it over Jono's, keeping it in place. "I'm edgin' man, no vibrations," he cautioned, swiping his finger again over his slit and just leaving it on his thumb for a moment, attention back on the screen.

His leg still hadn't moved, Bobby's hand slowly creeping over toward Jono. With a quick movement, he brushed his juice over the closest nipple. He moved his hand back to his dick, more protectively than actually trying to work himself up to something. "Hey, Jono, maybe that's a relative," Bobby said, pointing at the screen as a guy who looked like he was wearing a flesh-colored sock on his cock came into view. He chuckled some then looked over at Jono quickly. "Does it feel different?"

Jono's intention had been just to get the seed Bobby'd smeared on him back onto Bobby. He hadn't anticipated his own leaky cock leaving a present on Bobby from slapping up against him. Bonus. As soon as he rolled back to where he had been, Bobby's leg was up on him. He gave Bobby a questioning look and heard Bobby say to be still. "You really that close?", Jono asked, his attention being drawn more to Bobby than the video now. Because he didn't care how it looked to Bobby, a live show was preferable to an on-screen one.
"Yah cheeky fuck", Jono laughed out as Bobby smeared him again. He twitched at the twang against his nipple. His hand was still slowly working himself over, gliding up and down his sheathed shaft. His breathing had become a bit deeper, but he didn't reckon himself to be as close as Bobby may be. Jono kept at himself, feeling the need to finish near when Bobby did, It wasn't a competition, but Jono still wasn't 100% sure that Bobby wouldn't thrown him right out of the room as soon as he finished himself off, whether Jono was done or not. Jono wasn't going to retaliated against Bobby's smearing of him this time, as Bobby was supposedly concentrating on getting off.

Then came the question. "Different than what?" Jono didn't catch on for a moment. When he did, he asked, "Different than your cock, you mean?" Jono wasn't going to answer that question outright, but did offer an answer. He let go of himself, moving his hand to his side, fingers dabbing in his own small reservoir of pre he'd made. "You can find out fer yerself if you really want to know", he said, big eyes looking challengingly at Bobby.

"I was gonna say different than a normal cock...but yeah." It just was...the skin looked so gross. Like something he would have pulled off a chicken breast before he cooked it. Like...leftovers. As if Jono's scrawny body didn't have enough size to take care of all the skin, so his body just decided to put it somewhere. Bobby looked back at the screen, taking a couple deep breaths, pretending to yawn. His arms arched over his head and his torso elongated. His cock slid down to his thigh, a smear of pre showing where it had come from. If he took the challenge, he wanted to make sure he didn't automatically come - that was something a tween did. His leg slipped down Jono's a bit more, his other knocking against his desk before he adjusted it. Left hand went to his balls, slapping them in his hand, stroking them like he would his chin if he were in deep thought.

"Well, since my hands would be full, you're gonna haveta pony up and help a brother out." A groan left the television and Bobby turned back to it. The redhead was getting fucked, but his eyes focused on the two guys that were jacking each other off. It would just be like that. Bobby didn't move for a few moments, still mentally debating taking that step. Without looking at Jono, his hand slid over the guy's narrow hips, feeling the coarse back hairs as he let his thumb and index finger wrap loosely around the base of Jono's cock, the fingertips brushing the other's balls. He didn't start just yet, but his fingers slowly squeezed the shaft between themselves.

Jono looked Bobby in the eyes, gauging his reaction. When Bobby did the fake yawn, Jono was sure he knew what the reaction would be. It would be played off with a joke or some kind of sarcastic comment and they'd go back to doing what they were doing. And that would be just fine with Jono if it went that way. When the eye contact was broken with the yawn, Jono looked back down, seeing Bobby's cock slide down, leaving a sticky trail behind it. He watched the hand palm and stroke the balls. Jono's own hands were not moving, on either side of his cock.

He was about to move his attention back to the TV when he heard Bobby's answer. Jono had nothing against mutual, though he hid it, he liked the thought of it. And it was only fair. So he nodded his answer, saying quietly, "That's how it'll be then." He didn't move either, letting his eyes move back to the movie when he saw Bobby looking that way. He watched the screen, wondering if he was going to be waiting on nothing to happen. But then he saw movement and he mentally braced himself. He wasn't nearly as close as Bobby was saying he was, but he knew that a touch from a hand that wasn't his would have a great effect. And a moment later, he did feel the touch. It was light and tentative, and he had to remind himself that this was most likely Bobby's first time touching another guy ever. He felt a slow pressure, that felt a bit better, but still teasing him.

"Give it a good hold, yah aren't gonna break it", Jono said, a hint of a smile on his face for only a second as he turned back toward Bobby. Bobby having fulfilled his half of the challenge, Jono now reached out, not so reserved or hesitant in his movement. His hand first went to Bobby's sac, palming ti, letting his thumb glide over before giving it a brief squeeze. He then wrapped his long fingers tightly around the base of Bobby's shaft.

"Don't fuckin' rush me, Jono," Bobby said, trying to pay attention to the television and to what he was feeling with his hand. His fingers tightened around the shaft, probably a little tighter than it needed to be, Bobby putting Jono in his place. After a second of that, his grip loosened a bit, hand almost lazily working up his friend's dick. Looking away from the television, Jono looked at his hand on the uncut penis. A moaned just a tiny bit when Jono took ahold of his balls, then again when he felt his fingers on his shaft. Bobby was aware that their hands had touched, almost intersected when they were both playing with his balls. He swallowed thickly and kept his hand going up, almost grossed out to touch the uncut part. When he did, Bobby was leaning over slightly, feeling the heat from Jono's shoulder on his cheek. Licking his lips, Bobby swiped his finger over the small, crude opening once he'd gotten to the top.

Jono's slick lubricant came off on his thumb, Bobby not caring as he pulled the skin back, exposing the head and then letting the skin slip back over it. His movements became more sure, watching the tip of the head come and go as he stroked. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips, jutting against Jono's arm, tasting the salty natural oils of the other. "Feels different," he commented, looking up at Jono. "But I guess it feels good, huh?"

Jono had to make an effort not to snicker at Bobby's rebuke of him. But he was doing his best not to give the guy a hard time. The sudden tightness around him when it did happen caused a loud grunt to issue forth from Jono. His eyes closed. It hadn't been to the point of painful, but definitely pleasurable. When his eyes opened, they focused on the TV for a moment, taking in the scene of the woman being fucked. Several of the men around her were jerking one another, and some were still jerking themselves. One, who apparently hadn't gotten the memo that they were all going to hose her at once, came early, sending ribbons of his fluid across her face. While he watched, he slowly drew his fist upward along Bobby's length. When he got to his head, Jono looked back over.

His breath hitched when Bobby swiped over his slit with his finger. As for Jono, his thumb traced along the edge of Bobby's cockhead. He rubbed his thumb up the head to the slit and back down again, repeating the motion a few times. He blinked in surprise when he felt Bobby's mouth on his shoulder for just a moment. The boy was really getting into this! "Very good", Jono answered back to Bobby, starting to move his fist slowly but tightly down Bobby's length. He still wasn't sure how long Bobby could hold out. Bobby was working Jono over with more enthusiasm than Jono had been touching himself with, so he knew he wasn't going to hold out really long. He could already feel the need for release growing steadily.

Well, at least Bobby knew how to jack off - he'd had enough practice at it. He was still amazed by the way the extra skin reacted. Getting a little bolder, Bobby moved his hand away from his sac, reaching over and holding Jono at his base. His other hand moved upward, his tight hold collecting the extra skin, rubbing it against itself for a moment, releasing it when Jono groaned. He wasn't sure if it was a good sound or not, but he felt the hand on his dick tighten. He took a second to glance at the screen, watching two guys start to share the bed with the redhead, sitting front to front, legs under one of them and over the top. It seemed like it would be an easier way to jack someone off besides the awkward position they were in.

"Hey, hold up," Bobby said, his breathing getting a little deeper, but releasing Jono. He pulled himself out of the other guy's hand, swallowing as he stood up, cock flopping against his stomach, He grabbed Jono by the ankles and let his body fall in, a sneer on his face as his cock brushed against Jono's inner thighs. He just wanted to give Jono a good scare. Sitting back on the bed, Bobby let Jono's legs rest on his own, scooting forward. One hand moved to Jono's back and started to push him up. "C'mon, it'll be easier." His free hand moved to Jono's sac, gathering them in his hand and tugging on them gently. He licked his lips and felt his heels resting against Jono's ass, feeling the crack against his skin.

When Bobby said to hold up, Jono did, pausing his movement but keeping his hand right there. He felt Bobby pull from his grasp, and his own cock was well swelled still, but he wanted more now. Bobby stood, and Jono got a questioning look on his face. What was he up to? He was really wondering what Bobby was playing at a moment later when Bobby seemed to be moving into a different position. But then the guy sat back down and started to move back in. Now they were face to face and in a better position. Glancing to the screen, Jono saw where Bobby had gotten that particular idea from. Jono leaned up with Bobby's help, moving back into a sitting position, and once he had his balance, he moved his hands forward again. Yes, much better, two hands to work with now.

He took Bobby's scrotum in his left and his cock in his right. As Jono started the slow, tight motion again, his hand on the sac found a nut, rolling it tightly between finger and thumb. He moved to the other one, doing the same. Jono gave a sharp twist with his thrust up Bobby's cock, doing the same on the way back down. He kept his thumb pressed in tight against his length as he continued to stroke. Feeling Bobby back on him, Jono knew it wouldn't be much longer. "Mmmm", he groaned out at a particularly sensual but rough touch from Bobby. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Bobby's muscular shoulder.

"Oh shit," Bobby muttered, his eyes squeezing shut for an instant while he let Jono work him over. It was incredible - how Jono's hands felt so strange, so alien to his body. Bobby knew his sweet spots, knew the cues that could get to release, but Jono didn't. Jono was going blind up and down Bobby's shaft. It was primal, animalistic, and Bobby fucking loved the rough touch. He mimicked Jono's movements, his palm damp now from all the pre that seemed to pool in the dam that was Jono's foreskin. He pulled it back, the television completely forgotten as he watched his own hand slid down, pulling the foreskin away and exposing the head.

The sounds that Jono made only made it more sensual, more raw. He felt Jono's head on his shoulder, the long dark locks pressing against his neck. Bobby leaned into it, stroking faster as he felt himself get closer. Daring, his hand worked up under Jono's sac, his balls resting in his palm, index finger snaking back and brushing against Jono's asshole. Just once, his hand going back to the balls and rolling the wrinkled flesh against his calloused palm. "Jono...I...I'm close," Bobby muttered, turning his mouth to the other's ear, his breath crisp but not cold. He stroked Jono with increased speed, adding pressure. Without thinking, Bobby dipped his head down, removing Jono's head found his shoulder and found his lips. He pressed against them hard, balls shriveling in Jono's hand. He broke the kiss, his voice shaky. "So goddamn close."

The top of his cock felt so moist now and Bobby felt great moving against him as he was. Jono's mouth was shut tight, he was concentrating on what he was doing to Bobby and the feeling he was feeling himself. The TV was forgotten with the sensations he was feeling now. When he felt Bobby's finger slide down past his balls toward his hole, Jono clenched up. His hand tightened around Bobby's sac, giving it a rough, but not too rough, pull downward. He could feel it tightening up against the other guy, knowing that Bobby was close, though his voice gave that away as well.

The kiss was unexpected, but reciprocated by Jono. It was only a kiss, though it was a little strange to think it was coming from Bobby. Best not to think about that. It wasn't bad at all, and it seemed to end naturally as Bobby pulled back to warn Jono. "I won' be much longer either, Sunshine", he said. His hand on Bobby's scrotum cradled it, letting his nails slide along the leathery skin of it. He kept up the jerking on Bobby's pole, taking care to rub hard against the underside of his head on each upstroke. "Fuck yeah, keep it up", Jono said, moving his mouth back to Bobby's shoulder. He could taste the sweat, and his lips pressed against it for a moment before his teeth bared upon it, scraping lightly against the skin.

Being caught up in the heat of the moment, Bobby had suddenly gone hazy on who he was with. It was a hand, another person, someone other than himself doing these things to him. And Jono was doing it so good. God, Bobby couldn't believe it. If this was what he had been missing being with Marie - even though he really, really liked Marie - shit, something on the side never hurt anyone. It was just completely different and alien from what he was used to. The roughness, the unsure task of finding what was right, what was wrong. What felt good and what felt great.

Jono knew apparently what felt good. Bobby felt the teeth against his shoulder, his head lulling back as he exhaled. The hand left Jono's sac and reached up, fingers entwining with the dark hair at the back of his neck. Looking down for a brief moment, Bobby pulled his foreskin back, his index finger and thumb tightening around Jono's head. His fist thrust up and down quickly, his own body ready to explode. "Ashes, don't let go. Don't stop. Fuck don't stop. Please." His nails dug into the back of Jono's neck, digging in as he thrust his hips forward, gasping and moaning out Jono's name as his seed exploded from his slit, Bobby's body suddenly still, feeling the jets exit, hearing them splash against Jono's naked body, the smell pungent in his nose. Once the first wave was over, Bobby pumped Jono's cock, wanting to get him empty, needing to hear what he sounded like, what he smelled like, feel it run down his fist until they were both spent.

"Not stoppin'", Jono breathed out. He could tell this was the home stretch, so he did keep up what he was doing, putting extra pressure on each time his fist was at Bobby's base, squeezing up as if to coax out his release. "Oh fuck!", he called out. His eyes were closed so the splash of white hot was unexpected, despite being expected. Between that the the stroking Bobby was doing on him, Jono bit his lip, muttering, "Fuck yeah, fuck, bring it." And a moment later, his body did. His ass lifted up off the bed, his cock now moving against Bobby's fist rather than vice versa. And his hot wet release likewise hit Bobby square in the abdominals, quite a bit running down his length and Bobby's hand as well. Jono was still pumping Bobby throughout, making sure to keep it up until there wasn't anything left for him to give. Bobby's movements against him began to slow, and Jono's did too, until together, they'd managed to find an idle. Jono's head was resting, prone now, against Bobby's shoulder. He could smell, he could feel them, felt the dripping and running of fluid, who even knew who's it was. Jono's hands were still on Bobby, loosely holding him, giving a slow gentle rub against Bobby's sac with his thumb. "Gimmee a minute...", Jono breathed out. He just needed to let his body rest, recover.

Oh God. Bobby felt Jono's seed work its way up his body, up and up and then it was all over him. Hot splashes of bodily lava working over his stomach, dripping between the few skin folds he had since he was hunched over. For someone so used to the cold, such heat shocked him, his hand continuing to pull more and more out, feeling it cover his hand like warm icing. He gulped, Jono's motions sending another dry tremor through his body. When Jono slowed, so did Bobby, easing them from high octane jacking to something more akin to petting. He finally exhaled, their mixed scents stinging his nostrils and seemed into cling to the body oils and sweat that they each had. "Y'fine...just fine," Bobby murmured, his forehead trying to bury itself into the side of Jono's neck. He could smell the smoke that clung to the brown strands of hair. The hand on Jono's neck finally unhinged itself, fingertips moving up and down the bone back of his friend. "Woah," he managed after a moment of silence, the movie still going but seeming not as loud as before.

The need for recovery was much needed for Jono. Not only was he spent, but he'd just jacked off his friend, who up until a very short while ago, he was convinced was 100% into girls only. If this wasn't a recipe for awkward, Jono wasn't sure what was. He didn't want this to be awkward. He could still feel Bobby's strong arms around him, one stroking along his back, and he arched back into the touch a little. The movement brought his head up off of Bobby's shoulder (possibly Bobby's intention) and brought them face to face. Glancing to the movie just for the effect of keeping it vague when he spoke, Jono looked back to Bobby, saying, "Good show, eh, mate?" He moved his hands off of Bobby and onto the mattress, putting his weight on them as he scooted back some. He managed to extricate his plain white undershirt from the black shirt he'd been wearing over it, using the white one to make a quick clean up of himself. As soon as that was finished, he was sliding the rest of the way off the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them back on, sans briefs as he wasn't sure where they'd fallen to. "Wasn't a bad way to kill some time", he said as he tossed his black tee and jacket over his shoulder, keep the white tee-turned-rag in his hand. "Gonna get on my way, feel free to hang on to that f'r a while", he said, gesturing toward the movie. He felt that a quick exit was best in order in this situation. Surely, they'd laugh about it later. Or not talk about it whatsoever.

When Jono moved away, Bobby did too, untangling his legs and laying back on the bed, spent dick lolling around his waist, deflated. He reached back behind him, finding his boxers and cleaning himself off with them. Before he knew what to do about it, Jono was putting his clothes on and was apparently heading out the door. An uncharacteristic pout graced his lips. So...that was it? Sure, Bobby wasn't a big cuddler but...had he just been used? Bobby sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and stood up, walking over to the DVD player. "No, you can take it back," he said quietly, wiping his fingers on his thigh just to make sure it was clean before he popped out the disc and put it back in the case. He tossed the case over to Jono then went back to his bed, laying his head against the wall and putting the soles of his feet on the mattress. He looked at his bedspread - yeah, he'd have to wash it now. "Jono?" His voice had lost his attitude as he looked up at him. "That...was good. Fun...my first time doin' something like that with a guy. Just...glad it was you." Bobby wasn't brazen enough to ask for a repeat so he got quiet and Finally found the remote on the side of his bed between his mattress and desk. He flipped through the channels, aware that Jono was still in the room. "And you owe me a couple bucks for the laundry," he finally said, look up at Jono, finally getting a small smile on his lips.

Jono looked down at his shirt in his hand for a moment willing himself to go for the door already before Bobby spoke up, He glanced over at him and saw what seemed to be an odd reaction from Bobby. He wasn't looking his usual cocky self, but wasn't looking upset either. Jono wasn't sure what it was he was seeing. He hoped Bobby wasn't mad or regretful about this. Jono hoped Bobby didn't hold his leaving against him either, he just had to go. That was all. He didn't feel like he was using Bobby as much as they'd used each other. It was mutual. And Jono didn't want it to be any more complicated than that. So when Bobby offered the DVD back, Jono shrugged, saying, "Suit'cherself." He caught the case easily. It seemed really dumb to take it. It wasn't like Jono was going to be able to watch it. And Bobby was the one with the big TV and player. And then it clicked for him, that if he did want to watch it again, he'd have to come here again...

There was a ghost of a smile on his face when Bobby spoke up to him. "Meant what I said", Jono replied. "It was good times." With him having the movie, a repeat would have to be agreed upon if he wanted to watch the movie again before he had to return it next month. And he was pretty sure he'd want to watch it at least one more time. They'd only gotten halfway through it, after all... When Bobby made the laundry comment, Jono laughed aloud, saying, "Good luck with that, Princess." Content that things were still the same as ever between them, Jono headed to the door. His briefs were still unaccounted for, but Jono had a feeling that Bobby might not mind finding them whenever he eventually did. He opened the door, paused a half second contemplating a parting comment or at least a look back. But he found there was nothing else of worth to say. "Later", he said casually as he stepped out and headed back to his room and a hot shower.