"I have to be home by at least 6am, it's my turn to make breakfast and if I miss it, Lucifer will hold it against me any time he stays out late." And he could not live in a world where Lucifer had any sort of leverage on him. Even if it meant having an awkward early morning talk about gay bashing. "Sure, I'll take a beer."
He wasn't much of a beer drinker but when in Rome, drink a beer and get weirdly turn on by some redneck guy's family hovel. "I can start thinking of what I'm going to tell people. Do you think a mugging is believable in a small town or shall I lie and say I went to the city? Everyone here fears the big city."
"Yeah, they think it's a hotbed of sin. Real let-down, if you ask me. Bit of a tease." Bobby walked back over with two beers, handing one to Michael before sitting down by him. At least it wasn't swelling further, that was something. "Maybe just say you heard someone say America ain't shit so you had to get into a righteous fight with them."
Seemed like the right vibe to calm people down. "Though I reckon your brother's gonna see through that one."
"Lucifer will know. It's not the first time. Though this is definitely the worst time." the odd punch happened but it happened with Lucifer too. Sometimes they misread and missed lines but this? This was different. This was a proper beating. Lucifer wasn't an idiot, he'd cotton on. "I think I'll tell Raphael I fell. He'd believe it, kids are dumb like that."
And he had no idea what Gabriel would think but he hoped nothing. At all. He sipped his beer and then winced. "Why do guys like beer?" Seriously? "I never got having beer when you can have whiskey."
"Beer's less strong. You can have a couple beers and still get work done, harder to do that with whiskey. Got some guys who don't drink water, just beer." Not that Bobby was quite that extreme or it'd be a lot harder to keep in any sort of shape. Or to stay somewhat sober around his boys, which he did try. "I got whiskey though, if you'd rather."
He considered Michael's face again. "Though I don't know how well a beatin' like that mixes with alcohol."
"I would go ahead and assume not well." Unfortunately, he should probably keep himself soberish and awake for a while, just to make sure those punches just knocked him about, not rattled anything loose. "I suppose it makes sense. I like scotch, whiskey, they're more my speed. Lucifer likes beer and margarita."
He and Lucifer went to a bar, ordered a lot of different drinks and tried them all one night to work out their alcohol preference. Then they slept in their car and drove back crazy hungover. "I only started drinking a couple of months ago so I'm still getting a hang of what people drink when and what I even like. I know I don't like anything too cheap, then it tastes watered down."
"You're so fancy. I still think you've gotta be a city boy, you just ain't in the city yet." Just a question of time with someone like that. Fancy words and fancy tastes, dressing to impress. City-bound for sure. "Look into my eyes, yeah?"
He caught Michael's gaze and made sure he had his attention so he could check whether he might have any after-effect from being knocked around. "You look pretty clear to me. I'd give you my whiskey, but it's cheap as hell. Not watered down though."
"It's fine, all whiskey pales in comparison to Craig but that's an absolute bitch to get out here." Michael lamented as he didn't stop looking into Bobby's eyes. They were a soft brown, with light flecks inside and all with a strange sort of puppyish vibe. They weren't deep and dark like his, they had a shine to them that was oddly enthralling. "I should stay sober. I'll have to explain this to Luci when I get home and that's best done not entirely plastered."
So he looked away and raised his beer in appreciation. "A little for the edge." This was not how he expected to spend his night but honestly, he didn't think it could have gone better if he tried.
"Try not to go out alone again the next few weeks, yeah? Go with your brother or anyone else." Bobby almost offered himself. Almost. But he had the boys to think about. The boys and the vague thought that maybe he shouldn't want to be going wherever Michael was going. If anything, seemed as if he'd definitely outgrown any kind of want to go out. If he'd ever had it in the first place.
Going with Michael held the appeal. Not going out. "They'll be feelin' like they got somethin' to prove but they'll be too chickenshit to go after me."
"I'll give it a week at most but I'm not hiding. I'll just prepare for any ugly eventuality." He couldn't win a fight but he could document it and sue them so honestly, that was more where his thoughts lay. That and borrowing some sort of weapon from Luci. "They'll try one day, it's a matter of time. People don't like what they don't understand. It's repulsive and not natural. Different is dangerous. Or so you tell yourself until you're jacking off a bloke in a truck stop bathroom and wondering why you can't do this all the time."
He smiled at Bobby and shrugged. "I'm talking from experience. He definitely gave me the eye in the bathroom - now he has to beat me up to save himself from all those ugly, repressed feelings." Ah well. That was his issue in the end, not Michael's. "I'm just glad you were out and about tonight."
"Yeah, don't usually happen. Thought I should have a night out like you're supposed to cause I ain't got the kids tonight. Turns out I fuckin' hate nights out. You know why?" Bobby adjusted his hat and shrugged, feeling it was kind of obvious. "People. Noise. Really don't care to spend any extra time around that many idjits. Guess I'm already an old grump."
He had skipped his fun youth or whatever he was supposed to do. At least he also wasn't doing any of the stuff Michael was talking about. "Never got what's fun about it. I'd rather drink alone. Also rather jack off in my shower than some truck stop bathroom."
"Well, you don't jack yourself off, darling. Then that would be boring and gross. No, the fun is what you do in the stall with another gentleman with similar hobbies and interests." Michael teased with a playful smile, sipping his beer and loving how blunt and simple Bobby was. He said what he didn't like and he was so no-nonsense that he never had to guess with him.
"Not all of us can awkwardly fumble with a girl at prom time, we have to find our kicks elsewhere. Not that I don't mind girls but -- there's something about forbidden fruit." He used to think the best way was his father's way and then he saw what he could do instead and now, it was the most appealing to rebel. He finally got why Luci did it.
"I got that part, but, man. I can't even find a guy I wanna have beers with half the time, I don't really fancy my odds on any bathroom dealings." Bobby thought about the guys he'd call friends and since the first two that came to mind were John and Rufus, all he could do was shudder and shake his head.
"I never made it all the way to prom. I just made it behind a haybale once. around the harvest festival. Don't think I gave an impressive performance." But then, he'd been young. He wasn't sure he'd be any better now. "I've gotten more solo practice in since then."
"A haybale? The harvest-- Woah." There he was, talking about his lack of experience, looking like that and being all hot and cute. And earnest. Fuck, he was so earnest. And Michael told himself that he was 'vulnerable' or whatever, he just got the shit kicked out of him and his judgement was low. So he could do this.
He could suddenly lean forward and kiss Bobby. And that's what he did. He kissed him. He couldn't help it, he had to.
It wasn't a long kiss, he back off and then held his hands up, smiling a little. "I'm sorry, I had to. I'm -- I don't even have a reason. You were just there, all handsome. Sue me."
"Doubt that'd hold up in court." Were haybales and the harvest festival especially arousing things to say? Bobby cleared his throat, righted his hat and tried to figure out how he felt. His heart was thundering away in his chest, he knew that much.
He wanted to explain to Michael that it was all right. That he didn't mind, that he'd even liked it. That it was all right to kiss, because he wasn't an asshole like those guys tonight had been and because he'd thought about it himself. About kissing him.
Instead of any of that coming out in words, he leaned forward and kissed Michael's lip. A quick kiss, just as Michael had given him.
He really didn't expect Bobby to kiss back. Interesting. He kissed as Michael had expected. Not confident but definitely determined. He wanted to make a point but not in any unpleasant way, just in a Bobby way. Michael pulled back from him and resisted the urge to touch his lips. Bobby had nice lips.
"It shouldn't be legal to be as handsome as you and kiss like that."
Just facts, that was all. He leaned back and looked at Bobby appreciatively. "I didn't expect you to kiss back. I was expecting polite rejection.
"I ain't good at that. Whenever I reject someone it always somehow turns out rude as all hell. Or I don't even realise until later." Which was probably not exactly polite either. Bobby reached up to rub the back of his head just beneath his head and then he picked up his beer, to take a sip and bide some time.
"Ain't that big a thing. I think. The whole man or woman thing." That was the conclusion he'd arrived on. He didn't have much thought behind it yet, that was just how he felt right now.
"Depends. For me, I think it's something for sure. Something worth talking about, at least. While it's basically the same sort of game, there's some key differences." Like how women didn't smell as good as Bobby did after a long day at work or how tough and calloused his hands were or the way he was taller than him. All very hot things that definitely made a difference.
"I didn't ping you for bisexual. I assumed polite but straight." And he was honestly pleasantly surprised. "You won't find me complaining."
"I ain't ever really thought about it," Bobby admitted honestly, while repeating the word in his head. Bisexual. His face was getting hot and that was embarrassing, so he was hoping that it wouldn't be too obvious. Probably was somehow. Damn it.
"You're good-lookin'." Could he just leave it at that? He assumed not. He'd made a move and that meant more action had to follow. If only he knew what the hell he was doing. "That ain't why I defended you tonight. Just sayin'. I'd have done that anyway. I don't like those fuckin' cowards."
"My ego took a bit of a beating today so I'm just going to take a second to soak in my victory here." He was good looking to Bobby. Take that, idiot girls at the Costco. He was totally pulling the hottest redneck in town. He wondered what Bobby was like in bed. Was he a gentle lover or did he just really go for it?
"I'm glad you would have done it anyway but I'm not going to pretend I'm not swooning just a little. I think you're the first person to ever protect me." He had never been saved before, usually he was doing the saving. He was always solving problems and taking the lead. It was nice to be swept off his feet once. "Honestly, probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."
"Nah, man. The nicest thing I've ever done for you was getting up on that roof when it had started to pour to fix up the last few leaks and keep your house dry. This was nothing. Just making some momma's boys run home cryin'." It had taken a lot less effort. Not that Bobby could entirely deny that he liked it. Liked that he had been able to be there for Michael. Able to save him.
"I bet you're right. That idjit back there wanted you too. Just too dumb to go for it." Bobby could at least pride himself in not being too dumb for that.
"I guess I care less about my roof than my precious face." Michael confessed because he honestly didn't care that much about the house. He was hoping to move as soon as possible but it remained to be seen how quickly he could increase his income and get them out of Hicksville. "And let's be honest - you did that for my Raphael, not for me."
Such a good hearted guy. "In general, you've been good to me. No wonder I have a crush. Honestly, it's all your fault for being so damn charming."
"The roof I did for Raphie. The white shirt I wore for you." He kind of mumbled that last line there, which made it not quite as suave as he was trying to sound. Red-faced and sheepish, he assumed suaveness was not happening for him no matter what. Luckily whatever charm he might have did seem to be working on Michael anyway, so there was that.
"I don't mind it. Y'know. When you do your thing." What was he doing, how did he sound like a complete idjit right now? "When you talk all sweet. With that accent of yours."
"Oh, that was for little old me? Well, aren't you a clever boy because that's been in my head since I saw it. When it started to rain and stuck to your chest? I locked myself in the bathroom that night." Lucifer had been furious but he had to jack off, of course he did, he basically saw Bobby's nipples and chest. It was living in his head, rent free, even now.
"My thing?" He had to laugh because it was interesting to think what Bobby assumed was his thing. Fancy talking with a British accent was a thing, he supposed. "I like the way you blush. It goes right to my chest."
"Yeah. Talkin' like that. Big words and clever phrasin' and all the complimentin'. Don't really get any of that around here. Not from anyone like you, anyway." Not from a guy and not really anything like that at all. Women got the compliments, from people that were better at it than Bobby. He wasn't good at all that sweet-talkin'.
Or the sexy talk either, because now he thought about Michael locked in that bathroom and he was sure he blushed even harder. "You're one of a kind. I like that."
"I'm one of many, darling. We're all out there, prowling around, looking for innocent locals to corrupt." Michael partly joked, partly added just to put some distance up from the idea of being one of a kind. Special. Unique. Chosen. No, he was like anyone else, he was just horny and gay. And yeah, sure, British. But he wasn't special. "I'm glad you appreciate it. I'm glad someone does, at least. I haven't had a very warm reception."
He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing off vaguely. "It could be me, queering it up all over town, or it could be my brother Luci's mere existence that puts us at odds." Mixed raced guy in a town like this? It earned them looks for sure. "But I think you're the only one around who's happy to see me."
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He wasn't much of a beer drinker but when in Rome, drink a beer and get weirdly turn on by some redneck guy's family hovel. "I can start thinking of what I'm going to tell people. Do you think a mugging is believable in a small town or shall I lie and say I went to the city? Everyone here fears the big city."
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Seemed like the right vibe to calm people down. "Though I reckon your brother's gonna see through that one."
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And he had no idea what Gabriel would think but he hoped nothing. At all. He sipped his beer and then winced. "Why do guys like beer?" Seriously? "I never got having beer when you can have whiskey."
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He considered Michael's face again. "Though I don't know how well a beatin' like that mixes with alcohol."
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He and Lucifer went to a bar, ordered a lot of different drinks and tried them all one night to work out their alcohol preference. Then they slept in their car and drove back crazy hungover. "I only started drinking a couple of months ago so I'm still getting a hang of what people drink when and what I even like. I know I don't like anything too cheap, then it tastes watered down."
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He caught Michael's gaze and made sure he had his attention so he could check whether he might have any after-effect from being knocked around. "You look pretty clear to me. I'd give you my whiskey, but it's cheap as hell. Not watered down though."
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So he looked away and raised his beer in appreciation. "A little for the edge." This was not how he expected to spend his night but honestly, he didn't think it could have gone better if he tried.
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Going with Michael held the appeal. Not going out. "They'll be feelin' like they got somethin' to prove but they'll be too chickenshit to go after me."
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He smiled at Bobby and shrugged. "I'm talking from experience. He definitely gave me the eye in the bathroom - now he has to beat me up to save himself from all those ugly, repressed feelings." Ah well. That was his issue in the end, not Michael's. "I'm just glad you were out and about tonight."
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He had skipped his fun youth or whatever he was supposed to do. At least he also wasn't doing any of the stuff Michael was talking about. "Never got what's fun about it. I'd rather drink alone. Also rather jack off in my shower than some truck stop bathroom."
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"Not all of us can awkwardly fumble with a girl at prom time, we have to find our kicks elsewhere. Not that I don't mind girls but -- there's something about forbidden fruit." He used to think the best way was his father's way and then he saw what he could do instead and now, it was the most appealing to rebel. He finally got why Luci did it.
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"I never made it all the way to prom. I just made it behind a haybale once. around the harvest festival. Don't think I gave an impressive performance." But then, he'd been young. He wasn't sure he'd be any better now. "I've gotten more solo practice in since then."
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He could suddenly lean forward and kiss Bobby. And that's what he did. He kissed him. He couldn't help it, he had to.
It wasn't a long kiss, he back off and then held his hands up, smiling a little. "I'm sorry, I had to. I'm -- I don't even have a reason. You were just there, all handsome. Sue me."
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He wanted to explain to Michael that it was all right. That he didn't mind, that he'd even liked it. That it was all right to kiss, because he wasn't an asshole like those guys tonight had been and because he'd thought about it himself. About kissing him.
Instead of any of that coming out in words, he leaned forward and kissed Michael's lip. A quick kiss, just as Michael had given him.
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"It shouldn't be legal to be as handsome as you and kiss like that."
Just facts, that was all. He leaned back and looked at Bobby appreciatively. "I didn't expect you to kiss back. I was expecting polite rejection.
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"Ain't that big a thing. I think. The whole man or woman thing." That was the conclusion he'd arrived on. He didn't have much thought behind it yet, that was just how he felt right now.
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"I didn't ping you for bisexual. I assumed polite but straight." And he was honestly pleasantly surprised. "You won't find me complaining."
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"You're good-lookin'." Could he just leave it at that? He assumed not. He'd made a move and that meant more action had to follow. If only he knew what the hell he was doing. "That ain't why I defended you tonight. Just sayin'. I'd have done that anyway. I don't like those fuckin' cowards."
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"I'm glad you would have done it anyway but I'm not going to pretend I'm not swooning just a little. I think you're the first person to ever protect me." He had never been saved before, usually he was doing the saving. He was always solving problems and taking the lead. It was nice to be swept off his feet once. "Honestly, probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me."
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"I bet you're right. That idjit back there wanted you too. Just too dumb to go for it." Bobby could at least pride himself in not being too dumb for that.
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Such a good hearted guy. "In general, you've been good to me. No wonder I have a crush. Honestly, it's all your fault for being so damn charming."
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"I don't mind it. Y'know. When you do your thing." What was he doing, how did he sound like a complete idjit right now? "When you talk all sweet. With that accent of yours."
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"My thing?" He had to laugh because it was interesting to think what Bobby assumed was his thing. Fancy talking with a British accent was a thing, he supposed. "I like the way you blush. It goes right to my chest."
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Or the sexy talk either, because now he thought about Michael locked in that bathroom and he was sure he blushed even harder. "You're one of a kind. I like that."
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He shrugged his shoulders, gesturing off vaguely. "It could be me, queering it up all over town, or it could be my brother Luci's mere existence that puts us at odds." Mixed raced guy in a town like this? It earned them looks for sure. "But I think you're the only one around who's happy to see me."
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