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Bobby Drake (frostbyte) wrote in devolve,
@ 2011-02-03 04:35:00

Who: JP and Bobby
What: Attempt to discuss the thing that will not be named!
Where: Bobby's room
When: Wednesday night/Thursday morning
Warnings: There may or may not be innuendo (They're off their game at the moment.)
Status: Incomplete

They never fought. That was the only thing in his mind as he waited. Waited for Jean-Paul to stand up, walk the ten or so paces to his door, open it, slip out, take an almost non-existent right and come through his.

It was a horrible feeling. Knowing he could make that minute a second, or ten minutes. Bobby's stomach roiled and he got up, crossing the room to turn on the music in an attempt to calm as many of his nerves as he could in however long it took the French Canadian to make it over.

Time was relative to someone who could move like Jean-Paul did, and Bobby had to force himself to stay in his flesh. To not shift forms in an attempt to escape a confrontation he'd been dreading since the moment they got paired. It wouldn't be fair, and Jean-Paul would be aware of that.

He closed his eyes instead, forcing himself to take a deep breath and trying to ease the stress by manipulating every speck of moisture he could reach. It didn't really help.

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fastfood
2011-02-03 07:23 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I considered it," he replied matter-of-factly. "But the flavor-of-the-day gang always kept me at bay. I always figured it was for the best." His hands played lightly at Bobby's shirt, his eyes focusing on the way the material folded as they moved. "Chalked it up to us just having awful timing." His eyes moved up again for emphasis. "Which we do."

He tilted his head a little, looking thoughtful, though his eyes were obviously looking for a serious answer, his voice noting the same thing. "No more wallowing in denial? No more thinking you're unworthy? No more lonely snowblowing experiences to vent off your overly frustrating inner turmoil?" The corner of his mouth turned up a little at the last few words. "Bobby is Bobby?"

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frostbyte
2011-02-03 07:56 pm UTC (link)

"I needed them because I couldn't have you," he pointed out. "And we really do have crap timing." He sighed, but his hands didn't stop moving. "I don't know if I can promise that yet, but I can promise I'll try. It's going to take a while though, so, be patient with me?"

He leaned forward, bringing their brows together. "Bobby is Bobby, as long as Bobby belongs to Jean-Paul." It wasn't even a fanciful comment. The majority of the reason he - and likely Jean-Paul as well - had never made a serious move was for the fact that once he let it happen, once he allowed himself to acknowledge his feelings and let him in, he was setting himself up for the worst possible fate. As his partner, if anything had happened to Jean-Paul, Bobby would have raged, and drank and likely ended up more element than man. He wouldn't have been able to carry on as Kurt had. He knew he would have been broken, and he wouldn't have wanted fixing. Wouldn't have noticed anyone trying. But, if he and Jean-Paul took that step? If Jean-Paul became his partner in everything...not just keeping one another on track, watching one another's backs in the field, and being a solid - if rocky - foundation for one another...? A true, honest, open relationship. With soft, murmured words of affection, and someone in bed with you every night. To hold you from the moment you start awake, to wake you before the nightmare progresses too far, to talk you down from the fevered shivers and distract you when words weren't enough, and a feeling of safety becomes more integral to survival than a breath of air.

Jean-Paul already did those things. As he did them for Jean-Paul. But there had always been a line, a shield, a barrier, from both ends. The hug just a little too short, and the joke a little flat. Had they really both been fighting it the whole time? Trying to ignore it as best they could, as if it weren't a living, breathing thing that existed between them. And for what? For this.

Because he knew without a shadow of a doubt, holding Jean-Paul in his arms, from that first kiss that changed everything...If something happened to him now? Like it or not, it'd be happening to Bobby too.

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fastfood
2011-02-04 03:00 am UTC (link)

"I've managed this far, I think I can work with you until you figure things out. You know I'll help where I can either way." JP reasoned with a light laugh, offering Bobby a smile. "We might have to get you tattooed though, just so people get the idea. Again, Ro would frown if I started defenestrating people." He continued to look thoughtful again, then shook his head. "Things aren't really that much different, are they. I already love you, we already obviously act like we've been together forever if everyone else noticed before we did. We've established pretty much everything but the steamy bits." He added the last as an afterthought, one eyebrow turning up suggestively.

He kept his expression for as long as he could before breaking out into another smile, looking around again, gesturing with his head to the walls. "A little nervous? You'll ruin the paint job that way, you know."

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	frostbyte 2011-02-04 05:52 am UTC (link)
	"You caught me off guard," he countered, wrapping his arms around Jean-Paul's hips and drawing him close with a light sway. "Now, say that again." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fastfood 2011-02-04 05:57 am UTC (link)
	"Mmmm," JP murmured, leaning in as he pulled his hands around Bobby's neck, planting a few more kisses on Bobby's lips as he spoke between them. "the paint will chip." He knew that wasn't what Bobby was looking for, but grinned anyway, stealing two more kisses before continuing on. "I love you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

frostbyte
2011-02-04 06:03 am UTC (link)

Bobby nipped at JP's lower lip as he teased him about paint, smiling into the kiss that followed. When he did say it again, Bobby couldn't help but beam. He pulled him close tightly, their brows rocking slightly against one another as he leaned in close. "I've been waiting a long time to hear you say that," he murmured. "Feels like forever..." He tilted his head back slightly to get a good look at him. "You know, you can't take it back now, right? You know what this means?"

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fastfood
2011-02-04 06:13 am UTC (link)

It wasn't the first time he'd told Bobby that he'd loved him, even if the context was slightly different, but JP felt a little strange after he'd said it, distracted and a little floaty in the brain, and was a bit glad that Bobby was there to lean on. When Bobby pulled back again, JP couldn't help himself, his face quirking a bit as he appeared to think on the question for a few seconds before replying. "His and hers matching towels?"

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frostbyte
2011-02-04 06:30 am UTC (link)

He paused. He wasn't going to deny that it was what he wanted. At first, yes, it had just been an attraction. A strong, magnetic pull that made him dizzy and turned him all around inside. Which was probably why he was so hostile when they'd first been paired. He'd wanted Jean-Paul from the moment he first saw him. Passing in the hall when Xavier's was still just a school. The jolt of realization that for the first time, in a completely undeniable way, he wanted a man. He didn't want to be living his life, hiding his preference and doing his best to keep up. He wanted to be free to go right up to him and ask him out. It had never occurred to him that he may strike out. He was too concerned with the desire.

After the outbreak, when his partner decided to go to the human colony to help - more guilt than good nature, Bobby was still sure of it - Bobby had not been prepared. Off balance, irritated, seeing him again...still so very beautiful, and just as confident...They'd bucked heads until they'd found themselves needing one another, being forced to depend on one another. By then, Bobby had come out, but this time he was fully aware the chances were high Jean-Paul would want absolutely nothing to do with him. As the months went by and they got closer, Bobby fought the urge to admit it to himself. It was difficult, but he managed. Jean-Paul even helped. He also gave Bobby a convenient outlet for his desire. And thus their banter was born.

He'd always known, somewhere in the furthest reaches of himself, and that helped fuel his resolve. There was no clear, linear progression. From point A, at first glance, to whatever position he was in now, with him in his arms. Hearing the only words he'd never thought he'd hear, but had always wanted to.

"Blue," he said, and it was clear it wasn't in response to his partner's question.

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fastfood
2011-02-04 06:45 am UTC (link)

JP had never really considered Bobby attainable, even as close as they had been, mostly convincing himself that their relationship priorities were developing into polar opposites, that loving his company was based on mutual trust and dependence on one another, that teasing and affection could cover up attraction. It had worked, but now he felt like switching his programming was easier than it should have been. Even though he'd already said it, realizing how close the 'old' relationship and the 'new' one were was almost frustratingly odd.

Why the hell had it taken them so long?

"Done, but you're getting the 'hers'." JP replied, very lightly flicking the end of his fingers over the tip of Bobby's nose. He was laughing again, and the smile didn't fade this time, and after a few seconds his cheeks actually tinted a little. "Oh fuck, are we done being cute? Because this?" He gestured to his face, his eyes averting as he laughed again. "This is not acceptable. I don't do this. We need to do something else. Get a movie or go make food or something. Something that isn't us being this close and fawning over each other and me turning into doe-eyed Sue."

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frostbyte
2011-02-04 06:56 am UTC (link)

Bobby laughed. He'd never seen him like this. Flustered and...shy?! "I don't know about you," he replied, nosing him affectionately. "But I was being sentimental."

He plucked at his partner's shirt.

"Blue. You were wearing blue the first time I saw you. Fitted shirt, with silver cuff-links that looked like buttons." He set a hand over one of JP's arms, sliding it free of his neck and turning his head to kiss the inside of his wrist. "Tailored everything." He grinned. "And an expensive cologne, that made you smell almost as irresistible as you looked. Wasn't watered down like most; it clung to you, and everything else. I turned a lot of corners that day, because every breeze brought you back to me."

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fastfood
2011-02-04 07:23 am UTC (link)

JP's cheeks only reddened more, and he looked less than pleased about that, though the annoyance didn't fill his eyes. He managed to look up at Bobby, eying him almost warily, as if that would cover up the fact that he was turning into a tomato. "Who are you and what have you done with that knucklehead I work with?"

He managed to keep the front up for all of five seconds before he looked even more bashful, shaking his head. "I feel a little awful. I don't...even remember when I saw you the first time." Admitting that made him feel a bit like a jerk, especially after Bobby had described him in such detail, knowing he still had that stupid shirt in his closet. The cuff-links were gone, lost at one 'special friend's' abode or another for the few years he worked at the school and juggled a social life.

"I remember watching you play basketball once though. The air conditioner in my room wasn't working so I was hanging around outside for the breeze, and it was you, and I think Sam. I remember that I didn't even think you guys were keeping score." He shook his head a bit, as if the thought was stupid. "My memory obviously isn't nearly as impressive as yours. I have a hard time remembering what anything was like before all this." He waited a few seconds before his smile returned a little, small but existent. "I remember the first day we went out on the job together though. You were an asshole, I was an asshole, and I liked you from the beginning just because you took it all like a man. I needed the conflict and you delivered. I'm pretty sure you're the reason why I'm so sane right now. I always have JM and Sylvie, and I love them more than anything, but I can't....bounce myself off them like I can with you." His face quirked a little. "Does that sound selfish? I didn't mean for it to."

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frostbyte
2011-02-04 07:36 am UTC (link)

"We never did," he replied with a laugh. He and Sam just...were. Happier times and all. He smoothed his hands down Jean-Paul's sides, pausing very low against his hips. "I don't think so." He leaned in as if to kiss him, though his lips passed JP's face entirely, settling against his neck, where he began to trail slow, embracing kisses down toward his collar bone. "I know you're why I'm still here, why I've made it this far at all."

Fingers curving against JP's hips, Bobby held him in a firm grip. "I don't know when," he continued, pausing every few words to leave lingering brushes against his skin. "I don't think I could ever really know, but somewhere in all of the hell that's been our lives these last few years, I fell in love with you."

He closed his eyes, pressing his face below the curve of JP's jaw. That had felt so remarkably good to say. He smiled, hugging him close suddenly with all his might. "I love you," he said again. "I have for so long."

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fastfood
2011-02-04 07:51 am UTC (link)

"I'm stubborn and pushy enough for both of us sometimes." JP reasoned, thinking on what had happened that morning as an example, though he didn't say anything out loud about it. He was glad that had come and gone, and realized that it was probably because of that whole scenario that any of this was actually happening. Changes were affected in weird ways by all sorts of things, but that certainly seemed like a trigger for something. Maybe not this, but he wasn't going to complain. He'd hoped Bobby would find a way to help himself, and maybe this really was it.

Hands. He loved the hands. The fingers, the touching, the grazing, the smoothing. He leaned into it and smiled a little more. They were no strangers to touching each other on any level, but it had been such a long time since anyone had touched him with any actual intent other than comfort, or play, or emphasis.

"Like I said, we had this coming," he mused again, leaning a little closer as Bobby's face came near again, though he smiled when it went to a less strategically kissable position. The hug was fantastic, and welcome, and he was so immersed in it that he barely heard what Bobby said. Barely, but he did. He arched his neck a little, just enough to bury his face into Bobby's hair to smile. "Sap." He loved it.

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	frostbyte 2011-02-04 07:56 am UTC (link)
	"Get used to it," he mumbled against his skin. His hands smoothed back up, the tips of his fingers finding their way to some skin along JP's lower back. "Now that we've admitted it...You'll finally get what you're always claiming you want." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

fastfood
2011-02-04 08:06 am UTC (link)

"I'm aware that Christmas is a little early this year." JP replied lightly, in the same way he always did when he was pretending he was too cool to care about something, only making it more obvious that he did. It also didn't help that the smile wasn't fading. "Right now I want a movie, and I want to use you as a pillow, and then I probably want to kiss you more, leave curious little marks on your and potentially other regions that people will question you about tomorrow, and then maybe sleep. With you. With or without clothes. You can choose." He was laughing by the time he got to the last few statements. "That's pretty much the rest of Christmas for me right now."

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frostbyte
2011-02-04 08:13 am UTC (link)

Bobby smiled widely, pulling back enough to kiss him. It wasn't as deep or precise as he'd have liked, but he just couldn't stop grinning. "Have I mentioned lately, that I love you, Monsieur?" Another kiss. "Because I do." And another. "A lot."

Leaning back in his stance, his hands kept moving, unable to get enough of him. "Definitely naked," he said with a smile. "Under that damn comforter you love so much. Your bed. Mine...needs a temperature adjustment if I want to keep all your skin against mine til morning."

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fastfood
2011-02-04 08:20 am UTC (link)

"Hint hint, nudge nudge?" He grinned wide once the kisses had been finished. "I love you too, even if your pronunciation is awful. Really, really need to get that incentive program for the language course you will be receiving from me so you can understand the copious amount of French sweet-nothings I'll be screaming into your ears during sex." He moved a hand up to lightly pat Bobby's cheek, almost apologetically.

"Yeah, we should let it melt." JP mused, looking around again. His hand found Bobby's as he slipped back toward the door. "Come on you. Time to unwrap."

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	frostbyte 2011-02-04 03:33 pm UTC (link)
	Bobby grinned, hand squeezing JP's slightly. It was possibly entirely odd that it didn't feel odd at all to be holding his hand. It just felt...right. Their hands belonged together like this. Just one more way way to embrace him. "Mmm," he agreed. "My favorite part of Christmas." He leaned in to drop a kiss against JP's temple. "Gift giving." (Reply to this) (Parent)

	[edit because i'm stoopid] fastfood 2011-02-04 08:15 am UTC (link)
	*your neck (Reply to this) (Parent)

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