Fandom: X-Men Evolution
Pairing: Pietro/John (Quicksilver/Pyro)
Rating: R
Summary: Just some.. sucky.. ficlet.. thing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.. NOTHING!!
Notes: Just a stupid ficlet that I hate, but the world needs more John/Pietro, so I decided to share.
A pale hand raked through sweat-matted strawberry blond hair, giving the roots a gentle but firm tug of encouragement before the fingers settled at the nape of a sweat-soaked neck.
The cargo room was a din of pleasantly desperate panting and moaning. The pale hand's mate gripped at the edge of the crate its owner was lying atop, its grasp steady and white-knuckled, acting as a brace as its owner arched his back when a particular spot was hit.
Perspiration trickled down his chest and another's hand, warm to the touch, wiped it away—or rather rubbed it in, tracing agonizingly slow circles around his nipple. Deliciously agonizing.
His blue eyes briefly met the blue eyes above him, eyelids snapping shut with a gasp when the thrusts became faster and more urgent, hitting the spot repeatedly, triggering pleasurable groans and squirming and writhing and gasping to the point of dizziness.
He opened his eyes again, brows drawing together as his gaze rose to the ceiling, a decidedly mischievous and wicked smirk playing on his lips as the boy above him and inside him pushed one more time.
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Somewhere at a table in a room that was certainly not the cargo area sat a wide-eyed Piotr Rasputin, empty coffee mug dangling at his finger tips as its former contents splashed, unnoticed, in his metal-clad lap. Unable to tear his eyes away, he stuttered, "Did… did they forget about the security camera?"
Looking up from his game of solitaire, Remy studied the monitor displaying the activities of the storage room, watching Pietro's mouth twist into a devious grin, blue eyes sparkling with mischief, and regarding the way John hovered over the younger boy, yet strangely just out of the camera's sight.
When Pietro's eyes slammed shut and he threw his head back with a not-at-all muffled scream, Remy turned back to his game and shook his head. "I'd wager not, mon ami," he said, setting down the Queen of Hearts. "I'd wager not."
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