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Title: Doorbell
Pairing: John/Bobby
Prompt: “Ring my doorbell.”
Warnings: Crack-ish
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It just had to be another one of those nights that no one was allowed to go out. No one knew why they were supposed to stay in, but they all had their suspicions, especially when they could hear the jet lifting off from the basketball court. John and Bobby had staked out in one room while Piotr and Sam took another and all was quiet, much too quiet for someone like John, of whom, was bouncing in place. This had been going on since they were told to stay inside and they had already given up watching television as it was around two in the morning and nothing was good on and they had given up on playing cards because John couldn't sit still long enough to play.
Bobby seemed to be perfectly alright with the arrangement, but if you looked close enough, he looked ready to bolt out the door. So, he took a deep breath and said loudly, "Ring my doorbell."
It was silly and stupid, but only John knew what Bobby meant. They had been stuck inside on some other weekend and John had rented the movie 'Meet the Robinson's' one time quite similar to tonight and had gotten both himself and Bobby hooked on the one particualr scene that Bobby had just quoted. No one knew what they meant when one or the other blurted the line out, but the other had returned in kind, making it their own private joke.
John turned to Bobby, grinning. "No. Ring my doorbell."
Bobby grinned back. "No, no. Ring my doorbell," he replied.
He looked as if he wanted to laugh, but he bit his lip and glanced at the wall behind his bed, as if wondering what Sam and Piotr were thinking. John was wondering the same thing, but he doubted they cared.
"No!" John shouted, startling Bobby out of his thoughts. "Ring my doorbell!"
Bobby looked mildly affronted. "Ring my doorbell."
"Ring my doorbell!"
"Ring my doorbell!"
Suddenly, Sam's voice filtered through the wall. "Shut the fuck up or I'll ring both your doorbells!"
John glanced at Bobby, wondering if he should laugh or not by the look of abject horror on Bobby's face. He almost did when Bobby started shouting.
"Ew!!" Bobby scrunched up his face as he shivered. "Oh, god, ew! We were so totally not talking about doorbells, Sam!"
John waited for the inevitable outcry from Sam, which he didn't have to wait long for. It didn't come from Sam, though, but from Piotr.
"You two are disgusting!" Piotr said loudly. "I don't even want to begin thinking about what you really were talking about!"
John couldn't help it any longer and burst out laughing. Sam had started to protest before something muffled his voice, halting the protest. Bobby whined, shaking his head.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to say that again."
John abruptly stopped laughing and went and sat next to Bobby, pulling their bodies close. "You'll be able to," he said, grinning as he pressed a light kiss to Bobby’s lip. "I'll make sure of it."
AN: Don’t ask me, seriously, don’t. This was at 5:40 AM after a party with a bunch of my friends.
Pairing: John/Bobby
Prompt: “Ring my doorbell.”
Warnings: Crack-ish
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It just had to be another one of those nights that no one was allowed to go out. No one knew why they were supposed to stay in, but they all had their suspicions, especially when they could hear the jet lifting off from the basketball court. John and Bobby had staked out in one room while Piotr and Sam took another and all was quiet, much too quiet for someone like John, of whom, was bouncing in place. This had been going on since they were told to stay inside and they had already given up watching television as it was around two in the morning and nothing was good on and they had given up on playing cards because John couldn't sit still long enough to play.
Bobby seemed to be perfectly alright with the arrangement, but if you looked close enough, he looked ready to bolt out the door. So, he took a deep breath and said loudly, "Ring my doorbell."
It was silly and stupid, but only John knew what Bobby meant. They had been stuck inside on some other weekend and John had rented the movie 'Meet the Robinson's' one time quite similar to tonight and had gotten both himself and Bobby hooked on the one particualr scene that Bobby had just quoted. No one knew what they meant when one or the other blurted the line out, but the other had returned in kind, making it their own private joke.
John turned to Bobby, grinning. "No. Ring my doorbell."
Bobby grinned back. "No, no. Ring my doorbell," he replied.
He looked as if he wanted to laugh, but he bit his lip and glanced at the wall behind his bed, as if wondering what Sam and Piotr were thinking. John was wondering the same thing, but he doubted they cared.
"No!" John shouted, startling Bobby out of his thoughts. "Ring my doorbell!"
Bobby looked mildly affronted. "Ring my doorbell."
"Ring my doorbell!"
"Ring my doorbell!"
Suddenly, Sam's voice filtered through the wall. "Shut the fuck up or I'll ring both your doorbells!"
John glanced at Bobby, wondering if he should laugh or not by the look of abject horror on Bobby's face. He almost did when Bobby started shouting.
"Ew!!" Bobby scrunched up his face as he shivered. "Oh, god, ew! We were so totally not talking about doorbells, Sam!"
John waited for the inevitable outcry from Sam, which he didn't have to wait long for. It didn't come from Sam, though, but from Piotr.
"You two are disgusting!" Piotr said loudly. "I don't even want to begin thinking about what you really were talking about!"
John couldn't help it any longer and burst out laughing. Sam had started to protest before something muffled his voice, halting the protest. Bobby whined, shaking his head.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to say that again."
John abruptly stopped laughing and went and sat next to Bobby, pulling their bodies close. "You'll be able to," he said, grinning as he pressed a light kiss to Bobby’s lip. "I'll make sure of it."
AN: Don’t ask me, seriously, don’t. This was at 5:40 AM after a party with a bunch of my friends.