Click Clack Memories
Author's Notes: To my dearest Lynnehboo, for her obsession with the fire and ice theme, and whom I introduced this coupling to. You wrote for me, I now write this fic for you.
WARNING: SLASH. Please do not read if you find male/male couplings offensive. I warned you now, do not flame me.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the X Men characters. If I did, I'd be a millionaire.
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Click clack, click clack.
The sound echoed through Bobby's memories as if it were echoing through an empty canyon, although it never really faded. It was the one sound that meant comfort, haven, St. John. They were one in the same thing.
Click clack, click clack.
It was the sound that used to drive him mad, when St. John sat around him while he was trying to study. He could be a son of a bitch: that much was true. But that was one of his little quirks that made him so lovable, so firey, so much like himself.
He used to room with St. John, and they knew each other well. What they liked, when they liked it, and how they liked it.
Click clack, click clack.
Bobby closed his eyes, memories tearing through his mind's eye.
Click clack, click clack. "John, could you cut that out?" Bobby asked, annoyed.
"No." St. John's usual smartass answer, of course, followed by more click clacking. "Why the hell do you study anyway, Bobby. You know you'll pass."
"It never hurts to make sure."
"Oh, it doesn't? Hmm, there are a few things I could make sure of. Get up, Bobby."
"What? Why?"
"Screw the studying." St. John sighed, irritated.
"I'd rather screw you." Bobby's lips curled into a smirk.
"Then get the hell over here and kiss me."
With no hesitation whatsoever, Bobby's cool lips were wrapped around his. St. John's mouth was hot, like his temper, like him. The passion was undiluted, unblocked. Bobby got the vague idea that they should go up to their room, but by that time, St. John had stripped him of his shirt, and Bobby didn't care anymore.
Click clack, click clack.
Sighing, St. John opened his eyes. That kiss had been one of their best. No, wait. St. John and Bobby's best. He wasn't St. John anymore- he was Pyro. Pyro the fire starter, Pyro the burner. St. John and Bobby were so happy together.
And then came Rogue.
Click clack, click clack.
The girl, Marie, was a little attention-grabbing bitch, whiny as anything. She somehow captured Bobby's heart.
It was a while before he had figured out that Bobby was just using him to get his sexual tension out, because Rogue was untouchable.
It took him a few months, soon after Logan came back, and the mansion was attacked. They were at Bobby's house- and he kissed Rogue. That's when it hit him- he meant nothing to Bobby.
So he left. He became Pyro.
But inside, he, Pyro, the fire starter, was melting away.
Click clack, click clack.
Author's Notes: To my dearest Lynnehboo, for her obsession with the fire and ice theme, and whom I introduced this coupling to. You wrote for me, I now write this fic for you.
WARNING: SLASH. Please do not read if you find male/male couplings offensive. I warned you now, do not flame me.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the X Men characters. If I did, I'd be a millionaire.
________________________________________________________________________
Click clack, click clack.
The sound echoed through Bobby's memories as if it were echoing through an empty canyon, although it never really faded. It was the one sound that meant comfort, haven, St. John. They were one in the same thing.
Click clack, click clack.
It was the sound that used to drive him mad, when St. John sat around him while he was trying to study. He could be a son of a bitch: that much was true. But that was one of his little quirks that made him so lovable, so firey, so much like himself.
He used to room with St. John, and they knew each other well. What they liked, when they liked it, and how they liked it.
Click clack, click clack.
Bobby closed his eyes, memories tearing through his mind's eye.
Click clack, click clack. "John, could you cut that out?" Bobby asked, annoyed.
"No." St. John's usual smartass answer, of course, followed by more click clacking. "Why the hell do you study anyway, Bobby. You know you'll pass."
"It never hurts to make sure."
"Oh, it doesn't? Hmm, there are a few things I could make sure of. Get up, Bobby."
"What? Why?"
"Screw the studying." St. John sighed, irritated.
"I'd rather screw you." Bobby's lips curled into a smirk.
"Then get the hell over here and kiss me."
With no hesitation whatsoever, Bobby's cool lips were wrapped around his. St. John's mouth was hot, like his temper, like him. The passion was undiluted, unblocked. Bobby got the vague idea that they should go up to their room, but by that time, St. John had stripped him of his shirt, and Bobby didn't care anymore.
Click clack, click clack.
Sighing, St. John opened his eyes. That kiss had been one of their best. No, wait. St. John and Bobby's best. He wasn't St. John anymore- he was Pyro. Pyro the fire starter, Pyro the burner. St. John and Bobby were so happy together.
And then came Rogue.
Click clack, click clack.
The girl, Marie, was a little attention-grabbing bitch, whiny as anything. She somehow captured Bobby's heart.
It was a while before he had figured out that Bobby was just using him to get his sexual tension out, because Rogue was untouchable.
It took him a few months, soon after Logan came back, and the mansion was attacked. They were at Bobby's house- and he kissed Rogue. That's when it hit him- he meant nothing to Bobby.
So he left. He became Pyro.
But inside, he, Pyro, the fire starter, was melting away.
Click clack, click clack.
