Merry TBITBmas hosted by @arokel !!! I managed to at least get something done for today so…enjoy?
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Bobby has long accepted his size.
He’s not going to lie and say jokes no longer get to him. Some days, it takes his all to not lash out, he has to bite his tongue, clench his fists.
But when his friends take him by the hand, when Captain Jim or his stroke, Don, want to show him something, Bobby loves how small his hand feels in theirs. He cherishes when Joe squeezes his fingers, how Chuck grips tight, intent on never letting go.
For his boys, he’s more than happy to stay small, safe and secure in their hold.
The Good AUmens AU Fest is an event of over 100 authors and artists, all producing new alternate universe works based on a prompt that was assigned to them. They’ve been at work since early March and the works will debut during the month of June.
This is the second of five weekly masterposts.
[ Link to previous masterposts: 1 ]
Works arranged by date posted
June 7
Memory Loss AU: Another Time, Another Place by @indigo-angels
Medical AU: An Ending (Ascent) by @antikate
June 8
Medieval AU: Opposite Sides (art) by @scriobharis
June 9
High Fantasy AU: This artwork by @khenqart
Rumplestiltskin AU: Spinning Straw by @nicnacsnonsense
Post-Apocalypse Survival AU: This artwork by @it-is-ineffable
June 10
Fey AU: through the silent wood by @summerofspock
Western AU: Your lasso wound around my neck by @d20owlbear
Roommate AU: Lest They Be Flatmates in Disguise by @theoldaquarian
Animal Rescue AU: See the beginning of the series here (art) by @apocalypsenah
June 11
Stage Thespian AU: The Show Must Go Wrong by @noodlefrog-omens
Tolkien AU: The Lord of the Wings, or To the World and Back Again by @mirach
Pokemon AU: See the beginning of the series here (art) by @katherine1753
June 12
Public Transit AU: come on darling, let's be lovers by @truncated-symphony
1950s Queer Activists AU: Put down the apple, Adam, and come away with me by @arokel
Neighbors AU: Yellow Grass, High Tide by @ivory-line
June 13
Psychics AU: things not seen by @splitting-infinities
Royalty AU: Crowning Achievements by @writing-mostly-probably
Summary: Bobby has fallen in love and finds a new kind of courage along the way
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Canon Era, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, One Shot
Words: 2367
A/N: dedicated to @arokel based off recent conversation lmaooooo
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AO3
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Bobby is a mess.
Papers are scattered across the small dorm room, books thrown on the floor, and Bobby is face down on his bed.
Practice was supposed to be business as usual and it was, but Bobby had let his mind wander. Never before had he so intently watched Don’s movements, feeling every exhale, the strain of his muscles. It was beautiful and for a minute too long, Bobby was lost.
“Where are you taking the boys, Bobby?” Ulbrickson had called from the boat next to them, snapping Bobby from his thoughts.
Now, Bobby has to deal with the aftershocks. With the realization that he’s fallen in love with Don Hume.
None of this would be so bad if it just wasn’t Don. Bobby can’t risk ruining a friendship, someone who knows him better than he knows himself. He can’t break up the team, can’t mess up one of the few good things in his life.
The opening of a door makes Bobby lift his head and he says nothing as Shorty stares at the upended room.
“This how you get ready for parties?” Shorty’s eyes dart around and he gingerly steps around Bobby’s mess.
“Just had to get something out,” Bobby mutters, dropping his head back down on the mattress.
“What, don’t you yell enough at practice?”
Bobby only grunts in return, wondering if he can turn into a slug if he stays here long enough.
“I can just tell the guys you’re not feeling well. You don’t have to go tonight.”
“No,” Bobby jumps up. “I want to go.”
He needs distraction. Even if Don is there, at least he can talk to the other guys, focus on anything but his own lovesick thoughts.
“Alright,” Shorty shrugs. “But if you get drunk I’m not cleaning up your shit.”
Bobby waves him away, kicks and shoves what he can into a pile before getting ready for the night.
By the time he reaches the dance hall, Bobby is in better spirits, and he falls easily into casual conversation. To his relief, Don is caught up with a couple of students he doesn’t recognize, leaving Bobby to his own devices.
Which is how he ends up at a table with Joe and Joyce, feeling a little like a third wheel. He glances away whenever the two lean in close and tries not to imagine what it’d be like if that was him and Don.
“I’m going to grab something to drink. Keep my girl company, Bobby,” Joe claps him on the shoulder before leaving the table.
Bobby nods with a grin and he and Joyce get to talking about all sorts of things. She really is a charming girl. Maybe if she were single, Bobby would ask her on a date. Maybe he’ll ask the next girl that catches his eye to dance.
And maybe Bobby is just fooling himself.
As the conversation continues, Bobby’s eyes drift around the room. Roger and Chuck are in some heated debate with Jim, while Gordy, John, and Shorty mingle at another table.
Then, there’s Don. Alone, watching the room, and a picture of perfection. Bobby thinks back to their last win, the jubilation of winning overcoming all else as they held onto each other. Bobby traces his palm, remembering the roughness of Don’s hands, how easily they had fit together.
“You really love him, don’t you?” Joyce breaks Bobby’s thoughts.
“Hm?” He’s slow to turn to Joyce, and her words haven’t quite caught up yet.
“Don,” she points. “You love him.”
The color drains from Bobby’s face and he tries to shrug off her words. “Sure. He’s a pal.”
Joyce rolls her eyes, laughs a little at this. “You’ve got it bad.”
Nausea rises in Bobby and he grips the tablecloth, trying to steady himself. If Joyce can figure him out in just one night, then he’s walking a dangerous road.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Joyce offers a sympathetic smile. “Not even Joe.”
Bobby relaxes at this, but still his nerves get the best of him. He’s been doing all he can to deny his feelings, to hide himself, and it hurts. He’s jealous of Joe and Joyce’s love, the freedom they have just to be themselves. If it were a different world, he would march up to Don right now and confess everything.
“I think Don could use a little company.” Joe is back at the table, drinks in hand for Joyce and himself.
Bobby quirks a brow, spares a glance at Joyce who has taken to nursing her drink. “That so?”
Joe shrugs. “I mean, now or never, right?”
Bobby and Joyce’s expressions match as they stare at Joe with suspicious eyes. He only gives them a grin, toasting Bobby before he takes a sip from his glass.
“You aren’t subtle, Bobby,” Joe finally explains. “The guys, me, we’re okay with it.”
Bobby watches Joyce’s mouth drop open as his own heart thrums in his chest. This all has to be some cruel joke.
“You mean…?” Joyce starts.
“Anyone gives you trouble, we’ll give ‘em hell,” Joe nods and he’s serious, the same stare Bobby has seen right before a race.
Tears sting at the corner of Bobby’s eyes and he takes a shaky breath. He’s never talked about this out loud. It could be the end of all things, but Bobby is close to bursting. He wants to trust Joe. Wants to believe there’s some good in the world.
“What if he hates me?” Bobby all but whispers, unable to look at Joe and Joyce.
“He won’t. You’re his best friend,” Joe leans in. “Cross my heart, Bobby.”
Joyce’s hand rubs Bobby’s forearm, her eyes shining with a kindness Bobby thinks only exists once every century. He drums his fingers on the table and looks over at Don, still sitting alone. He’s folding a cloth napkin, twisting it as if he’s figuring out a new design. It makes Bobby smile, his heart thuds in his chest.
Inhaling deeply, Bobby glances at the couple and his spirit is renewed. Maybe they’re right. With a nod, Bobby gets to his feet and approaches Don before his mind convinces him otherwise.
“Hey, Donny,” he sits next down to the other man who jumps at his greeting.
“Bobby,” Don smiles with realization and Bobby tries to ignore the fireworks igniting in the back of his mind.
He wonders if this smile is reserved only for him as he leans in close to Don, almost too close. “Having fun?” He points to the crumpled napkin Don’s been fiddling with.
“Oh….yeah. Loads.”
Bobby chuckles at this, taking the napkin and letting his fingers brush against Don’s hands. He imagines the shiver that leaves Don, surely, and sets the piece of cloth on the table.
“Want to get out of here?” He motions with his head to the door.
Don nods and Bobby grabs his coat before they leave the dining hall. All the way to the dorms they’re silent. Bobby thinks to break it, opens his mouth a few times but his fear gets the best of him.
Finally, they reach the door of Bobby’s room and his hands shake as he tries to unlock it. He swears to himself, shoving the key in with such force he nearly snaps it in two and he wiggles it around as if that will make any difference. With a grunt, Bobby kicks the door in, which swings open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. He winces but no one comes running and Bobby lets Don in first. Once he’s inside, Bobby shuts the door with a white knuckled grip on the knob, attempting to collect himself.
“Shorty should be out for a while,” Bobby speaks at last.
Moonlight spills into the room and Bobby can just see Don's profile in the dark. He could just stay like this, admiring from afar, never speaking the truth in his soul. Then, there’d be no heartbreak, no chance of utter devastation.
“You look good tonight,” Don suddenly says and Bobby tenses. Don swears, shakes his head. “That came out wrong.”
Yet he doesn’t continue. Bobby takes a hesitant step forward, trying to meet his eyes. Even in the low light, Bobby can see the racing thoughts behind them. With a small breath, Bobby reaches out, lets his fingertips brush against Don’s.
Don snaps his gaze to Bobby, questions washing over his face. Bobby’s own fear rises in his chest and he just wants to run. Instead, he takes in a deep breath, overriding all sensibility.
“I like you, Don. Not as friends. Like Joe and Joyce. I want us to be like that.” Bobby can’t listen to his own voice as he spills everything. “You’re the first person I want to see in the morning and the last at night. I don’t want to know what it’s like to spend a day without you. God damn it, I just need you.”
Bobby expects a shove or an excuse to leave, but when his face gets buried in Don’s chest, strong arms encasing him, Bobby can only grip onto Don for dear life.
“I love you, Bobby,” Don whispers in his ear.
Every worry, every doubt washes away. In Don’s arms, Bobby is safe, seen. He’ll be damned if anyone tries to take this away from him. Don pulls back just a little to place a hand on Bobby’s cheek, his eyes shining with a love Bobby didn’t even think was possible. He’s breathless, at a loss for words, and he can only hope his own stare matches Don’s.
He doesn’t miss how Don’s hand traces from his hair down his face, careful as if Bobby is made of porcelain. When Don tips up his head with gentle fingers under his chin, Bobby’s eyes flutter shut and Don closes the distance between them.
Don kisses like he rows. Focused, sure, strong. Bobby’s knees almost buckle as a firm hand presses on his lower back, the two of them coming ever closer. Bobby’s hands are trapped on Don's chest and he can feel their heartbeats sync, their breaths becoming one.
Bobby nearly whines when the kiss ends but when Don kisses his cheek, moves his lips down to Bobby’s jaw, Bobby loses himself. Throwing his arms around Don’s neck, Bobby keeps him there, bites back his moans as Don leaves a mark close to his collarbone.
In his wildest dreams he couldn’t have thought of this. Don is attentive and careful, but there is a darker side underneath, one Bobby wants to bring to the surface.
“Can we…” he breathes, unsure of how to ask.
Don reads his mind easily and before Bobby can react, Don picks him up, hands firm as Bobby quickly wraps his legs around him. He won’t be able to watch Don’s rowing the same way ever again.
“Shit, Don,” Bobby bites his lip. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Don grins at this and just kisses Bobby as he brings them over to the bed. He lays down with Bobby sitting on top of him and Bobby lets his hands trail along Don’s chest.
“Have you ever done this before?” Bobby asks, suddenly nervous.
“Not…all the way,” Don admits. “Just a few tumbles here and there.”
Bobby pauses, thoughts colliding in his head. He wants this to go right, wants it to be perfect.
“Can I try something?” Don says just above a whisper. “If you don’t like it, we can stop.”
Bobby’s shoulders drop with relief and he nods, a nervous smile on his face as Don sits up. Now chest to chest, Don starts to undo Bobby’s trousers, tracing his fingers among the outline of Bobby’s hardening cock.
Bobby can only watch, stifle his moan as Don pushes down his trousers and underwear. The hand on his cock is warm, gentle, not what Bobby was expecting.
As Don strokes him, Bobby rests his forehead on Don’s shoulder and watches intently. Don works the buttons on his own trousers with his free hand, releases his cock and Bobby gasps as Don wraps their members together in one strong hand.
He holds onto Don’s back, melts as Don presses a kiss to his temple. Don’s hand speeds up and Bobby thrusts, relishing how Don’s cock feels against his own.
“Don, Don,” Bobby begins to repeat, a prayer for what’s to come.
“I’ve got you,” Don holds Bobby close.
Teeth graze along his neck and Bobby shivers as Don bites his shoulder. He loves that it doesn’t hurt, that the sensation only drives him further into his pleasure. With heavy moans, Bobby’s nails dig into Don’s back, needing, craving his release.
A familiar heat coils in Bobby’s stomach and he whimpers as Don’s hand continues its ministrations. How every stroke is perfect is beyond Bobby.
“I’m—I’m close,” Bobby gasps.
Don doesn’t slow down, not until Bobby is shaking and crying out Don’s name as he succumbs to his orgasm. With a few shallow breaths, Don follows, his hand coated in his and Bobby’s seed.
The room is silent as blood pounds in Bobby’s ears. He’s about to cry and he buries his face in Don’s neck, trying to stop the waterfall.
He’s elated, there’s a spark of joy he thought was long gone. As the first tear slips out, Don cleans the two of them up, grabs another tissue to wipe at Bobby’s face. Bobby smiles through his tears, not wanting to worry Don, but with Don’s adoring gaze, Bobby is at peace. He lets himself cry, lets himself be held until at last, the world starts to make sense.
Bobby and Don readjust their clothing, lay down on the bed facing each other while the night sky offers a layer of protection.
Their hands hook between them and Bobby, for the first time in his life, doesn’t want to say a thing. It’s strange, he thinks, how different he is with Don.
His worth doesn’t need to be proven. All he is, Don knows, sees, and would never ask him to hide.
In this quiet room, Bobby is free and it’s all because of one Don Hume.
Well since I’m almost done writing it, have some more of the hockey AU
When they’re finished with practice, changing out of their uniforms for the day, Don nearly screams when Bobby sidles up next to him.
“Last game with the Panthers, you played pretty solidly,” Bobby compliments as he strips himself down.
Don focuses on his stall, his chance to escape as Bobby keeps chatting, just standing around in his briefs. Sure, he’s seen Bobby with a dick up his ass but this is different.
“Think you could change it up a little though.”
“What does that mean?” Don frowns as his jersey drops to the floor.
Bobby laughs, clear and bright. “During practice. You went for your usual deke.”
He bends down and picks up Don’s jersey for him. Don tries to ignore the curve of his spine, the flex of his shoulder.
“That so?” Don mumbles as he takes the jersey from Bobby.
“Yeah. Well, I’m going to hit the showers. Wait for me?”
Don knows he should refuse. Should just run, but he just nods his head and settles into defeat. At this Bobby gives Don a wide smile and a slap on the back.
Rule: Post seven(ish) sentences of your current WIP - or just a snippet who cares! And tag your writer friends to see what they're working on.
Tagged by @arokel !!! Thank youuuu!!
Uhhhh guess I can share more of my sci-fi long fic :d
This isn’t 7 sentences but shhhhhhh
There was chaos, fire, screams. Don saw his hands covered in blood, heard his name followed by crying pleas of mercy. One by one his friends fell until at last he saw Bobby.
Bobby with a gash in his chest, choked gasps around a mouthful of blood. Don reached out towards him, but before their hands could touch, Don was forced back into his body.
Tagging!!! @teaforarteza , @sparrow-in-the-field and @strangethings-everywhere !!!
