Author: Pixie-Rings
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Jean-Paul/Bobby
Genre: fluff
Rating: G
Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, not me, because if they were mine we'd see more boy kissing.
Word count: 389
Warning: none
Summary: Bobby never knew that Jean-Paul was near-sighted.
A/n: From a plot bunny on Speedsicle over on LJ. Being that Jean-Paul (and Jeanne-Marie) fly at high altitudes, they are probably like most birds of prey – they can see excellently, better than normal from far away, but reading gives them a real headache. And, wouldn't Jean-Paul look sexy in glasses, really?
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"Hey, Jean-Paul, have you seen-"
Bobby stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the (extremely arousing) man sitting at the kitchenette table reading. And wearing black, thick-rimmed square reading glasses as he did so. Bobby had never seen them before. So he just continued staring at him, bottom jaw hanging down somewhere around his ankles.
"Oui, Robert?" Jean-Paul asked, looking up and removing them. Bobby raised a hand and pointed.
"What are they?" He jabbed at the pair of spectacles to underline his point as he sat down backwards on a chair next to the Canadian. Jean-Paul looked at them.
"My glasses. I need them for reading, otherwise I cannot see." He explained. Bobby frowned.
"You need glasses?" He asked. Jean-Paul had never mentioned them before, nor used them in front of him, so naturally he was surprised. Jean-Paul continued to study his glasses thoughtfully.
"It comes from flying at high altitudes. I am near-sighted. My sister is as well. Although," he looked vaguely sheepish (or at least as much as someone as arrogant as himself could look), "these are quite old. I should problem change them, they are decidedly ugly." Bobby took them from Jean-Paul, looking them over. He slipped them on and made a face. Everything was incredibly blurry and horribly distorted.
"Ugh..." He took them off again, blinking owlishly. That had hurt a bit. Jean-Paul chuckled and took them back.
"I think next week I might change them when I go to New York..." He said musingly, biting thoughtfully on one of the arms in a way that made Bobby swallow and heat his overly cool body up a notch.
"No, no!" Bobby waved his hand in denial, took them again and slipped them back on Jean-Paul's face, to Jean-Paul's raised eyebrow. Bobby grinned.
"They're sexy." He explained, leaning back and holding his hands up to form a square like he was pretending to film Jean-Paul. "I like them."
Jean-Paul chuckled.
"If you say so, Bobby." He said, lowering them slightly on his nose and watching Bobby from over the top with his characteristic 'come hither and be debauched' look. Bobby smirked.
"I do." He said, leaning forward and kissing him.
"Maybe I'll keep them, then…" Jean-Paul replied, deepening the kiss and ignoring the shocked gasp and unabashed giggles from what seemed like Paige and Jubilee.