Title: Deep Thoughts
Author: Zee
Disclaime: Blah blah blah blah babies on sticks.
**NOTE** Yeah....I don't know where this came from. It's basically Pyro thinking about how much he luuuuurves Pietro and being in denial, while his (sub?)conscience tells him off and fills in the blanks. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to write at ten o'clock at night.
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I don't like him (I love him)
It's not like whenever I see him, I get hot all over or anything (I begin to burn). I just can't really stop looking at his (beautiful) face.
When Magneto first (threatened) hired me, I was so happy (terrified) about leaving my dull town in Australia, I couldn't wait. But now, whenever I see him, that stupid (brilliant) white haired punk, I just really want to (grab him, throw him on the ground, and pound him so hard he can't remember his name) go home, where even if it is boring, it's safe from feeling like this.
I mean, look at him (I can't stop looking). He's not even that cute (he's adorable). He's a boy for God's sake (Point?). He's my bosses son (Yet again, Point?)!!
My conscience is so (right) annoying.
No. You're annoying.
(Christ, John, LOOK AT HIM!!)
I am. He's right in front of me.
(He's drinking milk)
Really now.
(What does milk look like?)
It looks like...OH!! NO!!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!
(But you know you wish it was. You know you wish that that white liquid he's drinking could be coming from you. You know you wish that his red pouty lips could be swallowing you're Little Pyro, making you gasp and buck with pleasure. You know you wish-)
SHUT UP!!!!
(Make me)
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Whyareyoubangingyourheadonthetable?"
"Um...it feels good?"
"...yeah, okay, I'mleavingnow."
DAMMIT!! YOU MADE HIM GO AWAY!!!
(No, you did. I wasn't the one banging my head on the table)
Technically, yeah, you were.
(Um...HEY! You just said 'Dammit, you made him go away'! What does that mean, Johnny-boy?)
It means...um...it means I like company during breakfast, idiot!!
(Uh huh. Or perhaps you were so transfixed with him drinking that milk that you had begun fantasizing about that slim white body underneath you, begging you to push it in harder and harder, squirming under your hands, moaning in pain and pleasure as you stick it in raw-)
WILL YOU STOP THAT!!!
"Oi, John, it's not good t' bang ya 'ead on the table like that, mon ami."
"Yeah, um, sorry Remy...I'm gonna go take a shower."
(A cold one)
"Shut up..."
"Remy didn't say anyt'ing...."
"I know you didn't, Rem, um...I'm having a weird day. Sorry."
(Nice smoothing over, John)
I hate you.
(But you love Pietro)
I really, really hate you.
(Let's make the next book be about a tragic trashy romance that involves him and you being all tragic and trashy and lustful)
My hate for you cannot be described in-OW!!! Stupid bathtub!
(Yeah, you need to talk to the boss about getting it lowered so you don't keep banging your shin. Banged shins are not sexy)
I don't want to BE sexy! I just want to take a shower!
(With Pietro)
NO! NOT WITH PIETRO!!
(Yes you do. Oh God, how kinky would that be, running your hand through his hair as you lather his whole body in soap, slowing moving your hands up and down his tight soapy stomach with his back pressed against your chest, his ass so close to your cock)
In the name of all that is holy, stop.
(No. Just imagine how great it would be to let that hand on his chest travel downwards and begin lathering those white curls between his thighs, then letting you hand go lower still to massage his member, hearing his moan as he pushes back onto you, hearing him beg to be taken right there in the shower)
Damn you.
(Ha, you're hard now)
Damn you to hell.
(If I go to hell, you're coming with me Johnny)
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Zee: Now kids, this is why Zee-chan should not be allowed to write when she just spent the whole afternoon reading lemons.
hide-chu: ....You know what? I'm not even commenting.
Zee: Thank you. Um...I might make this into a chapter thing if people like it...which they won't....but that's cool.
hide-chu: You have no self esteem.
Zee: Yes I do. I just choose to ignore it.
Author: Zee
Disclaime: Blah blah blah blah babies on sticks.
**NOTE** Yeah....I don't know where this came from. It's basically Pyro thinking about how much he luuuuurves Pietro and being in denial, while his (sub?)conscience tells him off and fills in the blanks. This is why I shouldn't be allowed to write at ten o'clock at night.
~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~
I don't like him (I love him)
It's not like whenever I see him, I get hot all over or anything (I begin to burn). I just can't really stop looking at his (beautiful) face.
When Magneto first (threatened) hired me, I was so happy (terrified) about leaving my dull town in Australia, I couldn't wait. But now, whenever I see him, that stupid (brilliant) white haired punk, I just really want to (grab him, throw him on the ground, and pound him so hard he can't remember his name) go home, where even if it is boring, it's safe from feeling like this.
I mean, look at him (I can't stop looking). He's not even that cute (he's adorable). He's a boy for God's sake (Point?). He's my bosses son (Yet again, Point?)!!
My conscience is so (right) annoying.
No. You're annoying.
(Christ, John, LOOK AT HIM!!)
I am. He's right in front of me.
(He's drinking milk)
Really now.
(What does milk look like?)
It looks like...OH!! NO!!! THAT'S DISGUSTING!!
(But you know you wish it was. You know you wish that that white liquid he's drinking could be coming from you. You know you wish that his red pouty lips could be swallowing you're Little Pyro, making you gasp and buck with pleasure. You know you wish-)
SHUT UP!!!!
(Make me)
"John?"
"Yeah?"
"Whyareyoubangingyourheadonthetable?"
"Um...it feels good?"
"...yeah, okay, I'mleavingnow."
DAMMIT!! YOU MADE HIM GO AWAY!!!
(No, you did. I wasn't the one banging my head on the table)
Technically, yeah, you were.
(Um...HEY! You just said 'Dammit, you made him go away'! What does that mean, Johnny-boy?)
It means...um...it means I like company during breakfast, idiot!!
(Uh huh. Or perhaps you were so transfixed with him drinking that milk that you had begun fantasizing about that slim white body underneath you, begging you to push it in harder and harder, squirming under your hands, moaning in pain and pleasure as you stick it in raw-)
WILL YOU STOP THAT!!!
"Oi, John, it's not good t' bang ya 'ead on the table like that, mon ami."
"Yeah, um, sorry Remy...I'm gonna go take a shower."
(A cold one)
"Shut up..."
"Remy didn't say anyt'ing...."
"I know you didn't, Rem, um...I'm having a weird day. Sorry."
(Nice smoothing over, John)
I hate you.
(But you love Pietro)
I really, really hate you.
(Let's make the next book be about a tragic trashy romance that involves him and you being all tragic and trashy and lustful)
My hate for you cannot be described in-OW!!! Stupid bathtub!
(Yeah, you need to talk to the boss about getting it lowered so you don't keep banging your shin. Banged shins are not sexy)
I don't want to BE sexy! I just want to take a shower!
(With Pietro)
NO! NOT WITH PIETRO!!
(Yes you do. Oh God, how kinky would that be, running your hand through his hair as you lather his whole body in soap, slowing moving your hands up and down his tight soapy stomach with his back pressed against your chest, his ass so close to your cock)
In the name of all that is holy, stop.
(No. Just imagine how great it would be to let that hand on his chest travel downwards and begin lathering those white curls between his thighs, then letting you hand go lower still to massage his member, hearing his moan as he pushes back onto you, hearing him beg to be taken right there in the shower)
Damn you.
(Ha, you're hard now)
Damn you to hell.
(If I go to hell, you're coming with me Johnny)
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Zee: Now kids, this is why Zee-chan should not be allowed to write when she just spent the whole afternoon reading lemons.
hide-chu: ....You know what? I'm not even commenting.
Zee: Thank you. Um...I might make this into a chapter thing if people like it...which they won't....but that's cool.
hide-chu: You have no self esteem.
Zee: Yes I do. I just choose to ignore it.