It felt as if his bluff was being called and Bobby also looked in the direction of the kitchen, hoping that Sam would need him for something, but no. Both of those boys seemed entirely self reliant, with Raphael eating pie and checking his phone and Sam preparing whatever the hell a smoothie was. Who drank spinach?
Whatever. No rescue from there, so Bobby tried to hide all insecurity and led the way, as instructed. Through the door and up the stairs. "That's Matty's door and that's Sam's."
He explained as they passed them. "Matty's got band practice. Or he's mackin' on some girl and bullshittin' me about it like I care."
It was a teenage ritual to lie to their caregiver. Bobby got it. He finally opened the door to the master bedroom, if one wanted to call it that, letting Aleister walk in first. "I know it's shit."
He was not good at sexy talk. It was true though, the room was small, the bed was a double, nothing bigger than that, and it was as ratty as the rest of the house. At least the bed was made though, some stuff was too deeply ingrained to ever be neglected.
"It's not bad. It has a certain appeal." It was trash but he was into slumming right now so he had imagined it would be and was oddly happy that it looked as it did. He closed the door behind him and looked about the place. Lots of t-shirts on various surfaces and all manner of papers scattered about. And there was frayings around the wallpaper. He hmmed a little and then turned to Bobby, standing in front of him.
Then he just went for it. He kissed him. They were vibing, it was now obvious it was going to go somewhere so why not just go for it? The worst that happened? Rejection. Oh well.
That was a very undignified sound that only got halfway muffled by the kiss. In spite of all the obvious vibes, Bobby was surprised by the suddenness and he had no idea how to handle it. Yet he didn't pull away or push Aleister backwards. Instead, after the first few moments, his mind caught on to the fact that he was kissing back. Enthusiastically. He hadn't kissed anyone in years, yet apparently it was like riding a bike.
Ah-ha, there is was. He was starting to think he had read something wrong here but no, Bobby was kissing back and yeah, there was a nice note of scotch there too so it was really quite perfect. He didn't expect him to be such a good kisser but he wasn't complaining. Especially not when he slipped tongue.
It felt wrong to compare this to what it had been like to kiss Karen. However, he didn't have much basis for comparison and it was a little startling just how reminiscent it was. Back to when he'd been so much younger and it had all been new and thrilling. When they'd literally tumbled in the hay.
There was some stubble, that was very different, and the cologne, all of it, was distinctly manly. Different, not unpleasant. He pulled back, but kept his hands around Aleister's hips, not entirely certain when they'd even ended up there. His eyes a little unfocused, he felt the need to inform him. "I don't do that kinda thing. Normally."
"Kissing guys? Oh, it's fine, don't overthink it. I'm just a tempter from the city, selling you sins. Just keep out of your head." The last thing he needed was to be cockblocked by gay panic. Not the first time and not the last. He heard that sort of talk all the time, especially when he was young and AIDS had scared a generation off want to admit that sort of thing.
"It's not normal. It's different. Different is good. If you did normal all the time, you'd get bored." And then he moved in for another kiss, just hoping to take his mind off whatever was in his head.
"No, no. I meant kissing anyone." Why was he clarifying that? Right, because he didn't want Aleister to think it was about the gay thing. Although, as he was doing that, it occurred to him that it would have been understandable for it to be about the gay thing whereas his relative inexperience of any kissing whatsoever was likely just embarrassing. At least to a worldly man like this. "Ain't about you being a guy. Just... I ain't ever done anythin' like this."
Kissing a near stranger. And yet, at the next opportunity, here he was. Kissing him again.
"Ahhh... okay, now I follow. It's the fling, isn't it?" He assumed it was that and honestly, it made sense. He wouldn't be his fun redneck fantasy if Bobby was just as open and horny for it as he was. He supposed it was endearing, in it's own way. He took a step back to give some space and smiled at him, unable to help himself. "Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. You're very ... easy to understand. I like that about you."
He didn't need complicated. Complicated led to betray, upset and hurt. He liked him, he said what he thought. "I appreciate your honesty. Truly." So he was giving him space. "We don't have to. We have a few until you fix my car, after all."
"Yeah, you're right about that. Those Aston Martin pieces are harder to find than balls on a cow." Maybe that wasn't the sexy talk that he should be attempting here. It definitely wasn't. He glanced at the door and then looked back at Aleister, wishing he felt a bit more confident about all this.
"It ain't about the gay thing. Honest." He did want to make that very clear. "I don't-- I mean, turns out I'm fifty fifty on it."
"Bisexual. Welcome to the club. Though I think I'm more 80/20 on the side of men. There's something about tough, strong men that just gets my motor running." Maybe it was satisfaction of knowing his father would hate it, maybe it was instinct, maybe he was just horny for cowboys. Either way, he had his preferences. "There's no rush. I'm not going anywhere. Apparently."
He wasn't thrilled over it but at least it gave his hick time to warm up to this. "We'll steal some kisses until you feel like giving it the old college try."
"Never went to college. Maybe that's where I missed out." On those gay experiences, at least. Now that the immediate threat of failing to live up to expectation was averted, Bobby could joke about it a little. At least in his own way. "It just ain't really done here. Around here, back then, guys like me found a girl that'd have them before they finished high school if they were lucky. And if they were extra lucky, the girl was still around after the army."
Bobby shrugged and bravely reached for Aleister's hand. "Back then, couldn't even have imagined someone like you."
"When I was young, I didn't even know that one could have sex out of marriage. I assumed you set on fire when you attempt it or something. It wasn't something I could wrap my head around." Michael explained, just to assure Bobby that he got it. He got what it was like. "Life was very binary once, wasn't it? You were one or the other. On the right side of things or a deviant. I like this world more. So much potential. So much we can do. So why not do it?"
He held Bobby's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it playfully. "But we have time, we're never rushing. Let's see how things fall, shall we?"
"There's a first. Ain't no one ever kissed my hand before." And it should feel ridiculous, Bobby was sure of that. Instead he was sure even the tips of his ears had turned red by now.
"Thanks." Was that the right response to being kissed on the hand? He'd no idea.
"You are one smooth son of a bitch, eh?" It made him nervous in a way he couldn't remember having felt since high school. His heart was beating fast. "I ain't complainin'. Couldn't have imagined you, but now you're kinda hard not to think about."
"Why, thank you. I do enjoy lodging myself into people's heads and living there rent free but usually I'm doing it in a less than pleasant way and their my business rivals. This is a nice change of pace." He could be a fun crush for a redneck and jackass for once. Not that he didn't enjoy that too.
Bobby was so uniquely earnest and so painfully open. He could see his emotions and that made him a safer person to be around. He would be able to see a lie from a mile off so this? It was genuine. He was 90% certain of it. He never went above 90, people could always surprise him.
"Hell, nah, you ain't takin' that piece of shit. You'd be wrecked by tomorrow." He knew what was what. In this case, his couch? It was awful. Bobby did the closest thing he usually came to smiling, glancing over at the bed. "I reckon by tonight..."
He leaned down and this time it was him initiating the kiss. Hopefully that would finish that thought for him.
He let Bobby lead the kiss for a few before he came back in and ended it. It was like having the last word but way hotter. "Promises, promises. You really know how to sweep a bloke off his feet. I'm going to be counting down the hours." And not because he wanted to sleep on a bed like that because he really did not.
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Whatever. No rescue from there, so Bobby tried to hide all insecurity and led the way, as instructed. Through the door and up the stairs. "That's Matty's door and that's Sam's."
He explained as they passed them. "Matty's got band practice. Or he's mackin' on some girl and bullshittin' me about it like I care."
It was a teenage ritual to lie to their caregiver. Bobby got it. He finally opened the door to the master bedroom, if one wanted to call it that, letting Aleister walk in first. "I know it's shit."
He was not good at sexy talk. It was true though, the room was small, the bed was a double, nothing bigger than that, and it was as ratty as the rest of the house. At least the bed was made though, some stuff was too deeply ingrained to ever be neglected.
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Then he just went for it. He kissed him. They were vibing, it was now obvious it was going to go somewhere so why not just go for it? The worst that happened? Rejection. Oh well.
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Oh Bobby, you little minx.
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There was some stubble, that was very different, and the cologne, all of it, was distinctly manly. Different, not unpleasant. He pulled back, but kept his hands around Aleister's hips, not entirely certain when they'd even ended up there. His eyes a little unfocused, he felt the need to inform him. "I don't do that kinda thing. Normally."
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"It's not normal. It's different. Different is good. If you did normal all the time, you'd get bored." And then he moved in for another kiss, just hoping to take his mind off whatever was in his head.
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Kissing a near stranger. And yet, at the next opportunity, here he was. Kissing him again.
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He didn't need complicated. Complicated led to betray, upset and hurt. He liked him, he said what he thought. "I appreciate your honesty. Truly." So he was giving him space. "We don't have to. We have a few until you fix my car, after all."
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"It ain't about the gay thing. Honest." He did want to make that very clear. "I don't-- I mean, turns out I'm fifty fifty on it."
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He wasn't thrilled over it but at least it gave his hick time to warm up to this. "We'll steal some kisses until you feel like giving it the old college try."
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Bobby shrugged and bravely reached for Aleister's hand. "Back then, couldn't even have imagined someone like you."
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He held Bobby's hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it playfully. "But we have time, we're never rushing. Let's see how things fall, shall we?"
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"Thanks." Was that the right response to being kissed on the hand? He'd no idea.
"You are one smooth son of a bitch, eh?" It made him nervous in a way he couldn't remember having felt since high school. His heart was beating fast. "I ain't complainin'. Couldn't have imagined you, but now you're kinda hard not to think about."
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Bobby was so uniquely earnest and so painfully open. He could see his emotions and that made him a safer person to be around. He would be able to see a lie from a mile off so this? It was genuine. He was 90% certain of it. He never went above 90, people could always surprise him.
"So - shall I take the couch tonight?"
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He leaned down and this time it was him initiating the kiss. Hopefully that would finish that thought for him.
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He let Bobby lead the kiss for a few before he came back in and ended it. It was like having the last word but way hotter. "Promises, promises. You really know how to sweep a bloke off his feet. I'm going to be counting down the hours." And not because he wanted to sleep on a bed like that because he really did not.