"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."
"They're just worried cause y'all are better-lookin' and smarter than any of them. Now they've gotta lock up their wives. And husbands." Bobby smiled, at least a little, while his heart was still beating so fast and he wished he had seen the script for this. How was this supposed to go? What did he even want out of this?
"I like havin' you around. I reckon y'all won't be stayin' for long if you can help it." That seemed inevitable. "I'm gonna miss you. When you take off."
"There will be one thing I'll miss for sure. Though I'm not sure when we'll be able to move on, there's a lot of... complications. I need to work to get enough money to move, Lucifer is probably safer in a town than a city and ... I have no clue what to do with the kids." Michael laughed as he leaned back in his chair, picking up the ice-pack so he could cool his face a little.
"I'm about to kill any momentum and affection you might have for me so brace yourself. I know you're a kid person. Well... I'm not." He smiled bitterly and then looked at Bobby, assuming the other would judge him. "I don't like having my brothers with me. I could leave here today without them but with them -- what do I even do with Raphael? Is he going to be with me forever? And Gabriel likes his school right now. Is that something I have to consider?"
"I ain't a kid person. I just ain't got a choice, do I?" Not in his world, anyway, not being the way he was. John had taken off, he had to take care of the kids. He owed it to them. Those kids deserved better than the lot they'd been given. "I dunno. I reckon if you actually took off without them, you'd end up missin' them."
He'd seen Michael with his brothers. Heard him talk about him. He was more attached than he might realise. "Though I guess fancy city folk just pay for day-care and nannies."
"You always have a choice. If they're not your kids, you can just ... I mean, why do we have to make up for someone else's mistakes?" Shouldn't his dad be raising Raphael? Why was it on him? Why was it always on him? And Bobby, he deserved to be hot and single. Alone in his hovel, which would not be covered in kids toys. He looked at what he assumed was Sam's playmobile dog sitting on the table and sighed.
"I took off without them before. I felt -- strange. Like I shouldn't. I imagine people consider it 'guilt'." He wasn't sure if that was what it was but he did know that Bobby was probably right. "Do you ever resent them?"
"Nah. Can't resent the little bastards, ain't their fault. Their fucking idjit father, gimme some time alone with him, we'll see what I feel then." Nothing good, Bobby knew that much. Having had to listen to Matty in tears talking about how he had to have been slowing down and letting down dad and that's why he'd left them behind. "Matteo resents Sam sometimes. Breaks my bleedin' heart, that."
So many big and bad emotions in someone so tiny. "Look, I ain't someone who's had a happy childhood. I wouldn't wanna sit by and have those two grow up like that, not when I can stop it."
"You're a good man." There was 100% truth to that statement. Bobby was, without a single doubt, a very good person. The sort of person one wanted around in a crisis. "I'm not. I get your point but... Raphael is irritating and loud, Gabriel is a moron and Lucifer is two years younger than me - why is he a damn child too? I resent them."
Michael wanted to live his life, not get trapped in family still. "But I'll drink to shitty fathers. The real villains." Michael raised his beer in a cheers, hoping Bobby didn't judge him too much. "It got better for you, right? Having kids and all that bollocks."
"Oh, yeah. Way better. Now I've got a hot guy in my house and the kids have sleepovers." So there was that. Bobby came close enough to grinning at that, as he raised his bottle and then emptied it, looking at Michael. Anything was better than to really discuss parenthood from any perspective, wasn't it? "I'm a gentleman and you're probably at least somewhat drunk and you got your head knocked today, so I ain't gonna do what I maybe wanna do. But you should know that I do wanna."
"Then next time. I will hold you to that." Michael promised but he did concede bobby's point, he was a bit drunk and a bit fuzzy headed so he probably shouldn't have his first time when he was likely to pass out during it. "I should probably go home and try to sleep before the brats want something in the morning."
He set the ice-pack aside and smiled at Bobby, wishing they could make more use of this evening. Stupid closeted idiot, cockblocking him. "You mind driving me home, handsome?"
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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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"I like havin' you around. I reckon y'all won't be stayin' for long if you can help it." That seemed inevitable. "I'm gonna miss you. When you take off."
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"I'm about to kill any momentum and affection you might have for me so brace yourself. I know you're a kid person. Well... I'm not." He smiled bitterly and then looked at Bobby, assuming the other would judge him. "I don't like having my brothers with me. I could leave here today without them but with them -- what do I even do with Raphael? Is he going to be with me forever? And Gabriel likes his school right now. Is that something I have to consider?"
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He'd seen Michael with his brothers. Heard him talk about him. He was more attached than he might realise. "Though I guess fancy city folk just pay for day-care and nannies."
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"I took off without them before. I felt -- strange. Like I shouldn't. I imagine people consider it 'guilt'." He wasn't sure if that was what it was but he did know that Bobby was probably right. "Do you ever resent them?"
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So many big and bad emotions in someone so tiny. "Look, I ain't someone who's had a happy childhood. I wouldn't wanna sit by and have those two grow up like that, not when I can stop it."
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Michael wanted to live his life, not get trapped in family still. "But I'll drink to shitty fathers. The real villains." Michael raised his beer in a cheers, hoping Bobby didn't judge him too much. "It got better for you, right? Having kids and all that bollocks."
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He set the ice-pack aside and smiled at Bobby, wishing they could make more use of this evening. Stupid closeted idiot, cockblocking him. "You mind driving me home, handsome?"
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