For years, they had known each other. They had gotten to a point where they knew how each other worked, where the other would be on the battlefield. They knew what made the other tick and what made the other freeze up whether it was literally or metaphorically.
They snuck off together, under the silver light of the moon, to drink in the woods, sometimes accompanied by Hank and Warren, more often than not these days, they were going alone. Scott knew something had changed with him and Bobby, but he couldn't place it. Ever since they had gotten back from the future, something was different. The playful shoves and shoulder bumps felt different. There was a tension between them that Scott couldn't place but it was always one the tip of his tongue.
Right now, they sat huddled around a small camp fire they had made, a few bottles of beer laying in the grass as they laughed. Hank was muttering about being tired and bid them goodnight, Warren following a few minutes later. Bobby made a remark, calling them losers, but there was no malice in his voice.
And then they were alone.
Scott turned to Bobby, his stomach twisting in ways he didn't understand. The other was looking at him, almost pleading with his eyes for something Scott didn't know he was being asked for. They stared at each other for a moment before Bobby broke the silence, his voice cracking like the fire. "I thought we made a promise, Scott." The fire popped, but other than that, a tense silence enveloped them. "You told me... But maybe you've forgotten." He was the first to look away. His blue eyes focused and on the fire and Scott's gut was twisting and he felt sick. He felt so, so sick because he knew there was something he had promised Bobby but it had gotten so lost.
He didn't know what it was. "What did I promise you?" His was nearly begging for an answer. He felt so torn up over this... whatever he was feeling. He didn't know what it was but it was something and it was so strong and violent.
Bobby shook his head and then his shoulders were shaking. "I was stupid to think you'd... At least with Warren I was able to be told flat out. Jean knew he... But you, know one knows with you. Jean's the only one who knows anything. But she doesn't even know with you."
Scott put his hand on Bobby's back and knelt down in front of him. "Tell me what I'm forgetting, Bobby. I can't make it better if you don't tell me what I'm forgetting."
"You're forgetting us," he whimpered, tears going down his cheeks. "God, I've been trying so hard to just forget it, but I can't. I can't forget what you promised. I can't forget that you told me we could try and be a thing."
Scott felt his heart stop and his stomach lurch. A thing? Him and Bobby? When did he...? He was hit with the sudden memory of them sitting and talking, much like this. Bobby, ever-happy Bobby with a constant grin and snide remarks, Bobby with laughter and jokes, pranks that drive you insane but are needed in this dark, dark world, crying. Bobby crying and trying to hide his pain but it was obvious something was wrong and Scott was pushing and pushing and pushing and...
They were kissing. Scott held Bobby's face in his hands. Bobby's lips were pliant and pleasant to kiss, just the right amount of plumpness to them. Scott kissed him as the fire burned behind them, kissed him until their lips were bruised and coldness from the dying fire and night air and Bobby himself was seeping deep into Scott's bones. When pulled away, he was shaking and so was Bobby, but most likely for vastly different reasons.
They knew each other well. Well on the battlefield and well in their personal lives, but to have had so much important information hidden between the two of them was unacceptable. How Scott didn't know that Bobby squirmed when hands were gliding over his chest, Scott couldn't fathom. How he didn't know that Bobby loved to have his nipples nipped was beyond his imagination. How he didn't know that the dip in Bobby's back was the best place to put his hand when pushing himself deep into Bobby, he'd never figure out.
He knew that Bobby's favourite colour was light blue, but he hadn't known how dark Bobby's cheeks got when he was close to an orgasm, or how that darkness spread up to his ears and down to his chest. He had known that Bobby hated warm places because his ice powers struggled to work, but he hadn't known that there was a heat that nothing else was equal to inside of Bobby. They knew where each other would be on a battlefield, but he hadn't known what it felt like to have Bobby scratch down his back when they made love.
It was all so new and amazing and Scott couldn't believe that he hadn't known everything about Bobby from the beginning.
When it was over, they were panting, chests heaving and the smell of sex was in the air. Scott laid down on top of Bobby, too tired to do anything else but grunt. Bobby giggled, nervous and panicked, but also so calm and sedated. "I didn't know it was like that," he breathed, another small laugh leaving him.
Scott rolled off of him, smiling. He knew a lot more about Bobby know than he ever did before. It wasn't bad, he concluded, not bad at all.
