Type: Chapter Fic.
Title: Undeniable Love
Author: Savvy
Characters/Ships: Pyro/Iceman, Rogue
Summary: John and Bobby shared an intimate morning together and must now hide their their relationship from Bobby's girlfriend Rogue.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Yaoi, Angst, Anal, IS DEFINATELY IN THIS CHAPTER
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I only own the story itself.
Added: December 18, 2006

Chapter 3: To Watch the Sun Rise

(Bobby's Point of View)

4: 53 a.m.

John squirmed under the sheets; his dreams making him grip his pillow and whimper in his sleep. He bit his bottom lip as he rolled onto his back; the new position taking some off the pressure off his erection, letting him sleep more easily, though not more soundly in the least.

Bobby, who laid facing John's bed, smirked to himself as John whispered his name in his sleep. He propped on his elbow and silently watched the other boy toss and turn; the contents of his dreams evident from the bump in the sheets where his harden erection stood at attention.

He knew that John wanted him; and that all he had to do was cross to his bed and kiss him on the lips for John to accept him, no questions asked. He had been willing to give himself to him last night and he knew that his feelings were the same this morning.

Last night it had just been about them and their pleasure. He had pushed all other concerns from his mind and had willingly forced their relationship to the next step. But this morning things were different. After leaving last night with Rogue, they'd had a serious talk about where they stood. She had actually cried when she had said she loved him, but when he went to say the words back to her, he had frozen. The words had been on his tongue, but he couldn't get them out of his mouth. Not anymore. When he looked at Rogue, something was missing, something that until his relationship with John had progressed, he hadn't noticed.

With John there was a spark that couldn't be described. John had told him one day that he felt alive with him and that's exactly how he felt with him too. It was like fireworks, that had been fizzing somewhere inside him, suddenly burst into a brilliant lights display each time they were near each other. He knew that sounded lame, but that's how he felt each time he looked into John's eyes, every time he said John's name in passing conversation, or whenever they fought like they did last night, outside in the snow. He sensed a change in himself when he was near John's side, and now that he thought about, really thought about, that feeling wasn't there when he was with Rogue.

And it wasn't because he couldn't touch Rogue like he did John. No, he wasn't that shallow. He could go days without laying a hand on John and feel completely satisfied and whole inside. His separation from Rogue was a product of a relationship strained. He hated to admit it, but sometimes he felt that he had to continually prove his love to her. She had accused him just last night of ignoring her; of not giving her enough of his time and attention. Bullshit. If anything he was giving her too much of his time. He spent dust to dawn with her and yet she still wanted more. He wanted to give her more, but when it all came down to it, he couldn't. He couldn't force himself to feel something he didn't.

It was turning into a show that he was acting out on his own. He was going through the motions with her and honestly he didn't want to do that anymore. He was tired of trying to meet her expectations. For that's exactly what they were. High, unreasonable expectations.

To her, he was the perfect boyfriend. He was kind, caring, considerate to others; an all-around great boyfriend…on the outside. She clung to his arm like he was some sort of trophy she'd won at one of those country fairs she always talked about.

He wasn't perfect by any means. He made mistakes like everyone else. Hell, he'd made the biggest mistake of his life only last night when he left John by himself. He had stayed up most of the night wondering if he should wake the other boy an apologize, but seeing John's Zippo in his hands had stopped him. John only slept with that thing when he was angry. It was like the danger signs you saw lining those toxic waste lands. If you got too close you were sure to get hurt. He had been unable to fall asleep for most of the night and had gotten only four hours of sleep. He was wide awake now as he looked at the other boy now resting on his back, his mouth slightly open. The Zippo now lay forgotten on the floor.

In sleep John looked at ease. There was no sarcastic smirk on his face and the barrier he surrounded himself with to protect him from the world was gone. He lay helpless; even more helpless now that his lighter lay out of reach, he thought as he eyed the tiny flamed piece of metal on the floor. How would he feel if his powers depended on such a small thing as a lighter? Without that, John was just as fragile as any other mortal. He was almost human really. He was sure John's parents would have been happy to hear him say that. Under that tough exterior was a boy alone and who was too angry at the world to let down his defenses. It had taken him almost a year to convince John to trust him. They had argued and physically fought each other until John had finally broken down and collapsed to the ground and cried the only tears he would ever see him cry.

That day when John had broken down and cried; letting him in completely, he had fallen in love with him. He hadn't known then, but he knew now.

He liked everything about him. His hot temper, his sarcasm, and the way he would start to laugh but suddenly stop when he thought others might hear.

His love for him was why he left with Rogue last night; to find out one thing. That it wasn't she he wanted to be with anymore. He wanted to be with John and John alone.

Looking at John's bedside clock it read 4: 56 a.m. John would be waking up soon. He liked to watch the sun rise in the morning. It had to do with fire, he guessed. He would have to ask him one day.

But until then, John slept; his dreams undisturbed. His hands still clung to the covers that hung loosely over his lower body blocking it from view. His chest rose and fell in one fluid movement as he breathed in than out. He would have let him continued undisturbed if John hadn't murmured his name once more in his sleep.

John needed him. The least he could do was go to him now and try to comfort him, like he should have comforted him last night.

Climbing out of bed he crossed over to John's and sat just at the edge so that he wouldn't wake him. He must have sensed his presence for John's hands unclenched his sheets and he lay still; as if waiting for something big to happen. And it did…

(John's Point of View)

He wasn't quite sure when his dreams began reality but when a cool hand rubbed the fabric over his penis and squeeze his body reacted way before his mind could grasp what was happening. He didn't have to open his eyes to see who it was; he'd know those hands anywhere. The only question was why Bobby was doing this too him now? Sure, he'd woken up with an erection harder than a brick, but he could have handled that little problem on his own. He had last night.

Was this Bobby's way of apologizing to him for leaving him high and dry last night? Because if it was he could kiss his ass.

"Leave me the fuck alone," he moaned sluggishly, pushing Bobby's hand away. It was too dark in the room to see his expression so he couldn't tell if he was pissed or not. He eased up onto his arms to yell directly at him but when Bobby pushed him onto his back and held him down on the mattress; all thought of yelling went out the window. He wanted to punch his face in, or better yet, burn the hell out of him with his lighter which he tried to reach for and couldn't find.

(Bobby PoV)

"John, stop fighting me." Bobby said shaking him.

He hadn't meant to be so forceful but he had no other choice. It was the only way to get John to pay attention to him. He was tired of fighting with him and no matter what John said to him now, it simply didn't matter. He could push him away like he wanted to now and curse him until he was blue in the face but his dreams had spoken for him seconds before. John wanted him and he knew it. The person who laid before him now, red face, chest heaving and horny as hell, was someone still confused from the previous night. He had hurt him. He had to make him understand the only way he knew how.

(John's PoV)

John gripped the covers and moaned as Bobby's mouth pressed over his own, forcing his lips apart with his tongue. He struggled to pushed him away by gripping the other's boy's arms has he leaned over him, but Bobby grabbed his wrists firmly in one hand and raised them over his head pressing them into the pillow behind him causing his back to arch off the bed. Legs spread on either side of Bobby hips, back arched and head to one side, John whimpered as Bobby suckled at his neck, nipping the skin with his teeth.

"Bobby," he moaned into the kiss as Bobby slid his free hand into his boxers, gripped his now throbbing erection and began to stroke up and down the length. His body gave to the movement and he spread his legs wider as Bobby circled the mushroom-shaped tip with his thumb, using the pre-cum that sipped out for added pleasure.

He wasn't sure when Bobby freed his arms, but his arms instantly wrapped themselves around the other boy's neck pulling him closer; deepening the kiss.

He opened his eyes as Bobby broke the kiss long enough to trail the tip of his tongue along the inside edge of his lips, the hand in his boxers massaging his erection in pace with his tongue. John grinned as he too licked, sucked and toyed with Bobby's tongue before gripping his hair and pulling him back into the kiss.

It didn't take long for him to cum and he held his breath as the initial release spread through him causing him to tremble and gasp against Bobby's open lips.

For a moment they lay in silence, Bobby's continuing to stroke him with sperm covered fingers as he caught his breath.

"Want more?" Bobby whispered as he bent to kiss his chin and neck. John could feel the other boy's erection pressed against his bottom even through the fabrics separating them. As Bobby continued to stroke him he felt his self growing more heated by the second.

He didn't answer immediately but pulled him back into another heated kiss to give himself time to think. This is going to hurt, he thought though he didn't know from experience. He'd only heard by mouth that it wasn't pleasant for the receiver the first time around. To tell the trust, he wasn't looking forward to the pain, but when he heard Bobby groan deep in his throat and tighten the grip on his penis as they kissed, he knew he would have to throw caution to wind and jump right in.

"Fuck me," he whispered into the kiss. Bobby obeyed royally.

Bobby's shirt went first, then his pants and boxers. John stared, eyes wide at Bobby's size and thickness. If he was any good with numbers, he had to be eight inches tops. It was a pretty unnerving view. Bobby's penis stood out from his body drenched and dripping with pre-cum at the tip. He gulped. Bobby saw his gaze and laughed.

"You sure?" he asked giving him a chance to back out. Bobby was always considerate of others. He had personally hated that quality because that meant that Bobby was apologizing for everything he did wrong and his life's goal was to be on good terms with everyone. It also stood in his way of pleasure. Here he sat, just as hard as he was and willing to stop because his own pleasure might cause him discomfort.

This might hurt like hell, he thought, but he'd take it if it meant Bobby was happy.

He nodded as he pulled down his boxer and flung them to the floor. He reached for Bobby and pulled him back onto of him; wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him closer. He squirmed as Bobby's erection slid down his thigh and rested between his legs. It was the oddest feeling ever, but he welcomed it nonetheless.

He leaned his head back into the pillow as Bobby hunched his hips against his bottom, creating friction against his balls. It felt good, but he wanted more. He felt the tip of Bobby's penis circle his opening, lubricating him with his sperm before sliding in only the tip and pulling it back out, then in again. Bobby no longer used his hands, but brought them to rest beside John's head, bending his head to kiss him on the lips as his hips moved in slow rhythm, in and out, letting only the smooth tip of his erection to his ass.

It felt good.

John gripped the back of Bobby's head as they kissed. His eyes lay close as he concentrated on the movement going on between his legs. This was fine, Bobby was taking it slow, but he wanted more. The tension that had risen inside him was gradually subsiding as they kissed. Their tongue's massaged each other and there breaths became short and rushed as time progressed. He was trembling from head to foot with anticipation now as Bobby's kissed from his neck to his lips.

(Bobby's PoV)

He waited. His patience was the only thing holding him back from thrusting into John entirely and fucking his brains out. John whimpered in his ear yet the tension was there; his hesitation still holding him back from complete susceptibility.

His own pre-cum seeped in and around John's entrance as he continued to pull the tip of his aching erection in and out.

It wasn't until John's grip loosened on his back and his legs lost their tightness around his hips did he grip the sheets on either side of the other boy and enter him completely, the tightness of John's virginal ass pressing around his cock.

Oh, God he felt good.

(John PoV)

All the air was pushed out of his lungs as Bobby thrust inside him, the kiss forgotten as the boy on top bent his head to the side and growled into his ear. His whole body goosed as his body gave; and he bit his lip in pain, breaking the skin and drawing blood that tasted sweet to his buds.

A tiny stream of blood streamed down his chin, but he didn't care. He gasped, his nails digging into Bobby's back as the cock filling him squirmed inside.

.In…out…in… and then out again.

Bobby recaptured his lips, licking the blood from his tongue as they kissed.

"Get on your knees," Bobby tenor voice demanded as he pulled out of him. Sperm ran down his thighs as he did as he was told, feeling very obedient at the moment. He reached over his head; forehead pressed against the sheets, and gripped the sheets as Bobby reentered him, his pace much faster and his thrusts much deeper.

He groaned deep in his throat as his breath was repeatedly thrust out of his lungs. He was steadily growing dizzy with every shallow breath he took, but Bobby pushed him onward, his hips banging against his behind causing him bounce in rhythm. He felt like a bitch. It was fantastic!

Eventually Bobby rested back on his feet and he rode of his own doing; his legs spread wide and his head back, mouth open in ecstasy. He squeezed his eyes close and dropped his head forward onto his chest, the feeling taking over all his senses as he rode with earnest.

"Fuck," he growled as he rode him faster, his hips circling as Bobby held his waist helping him rock back and forth. Bobby's kissed his neck right below his hair line and reaching around him, grabbed his swollen, blood-filled cock and squeezed. His body shivered as he came and Bobby did too seconds later, his strong hands digging into his thighs as he held John down.

"Shit," John said falling forward onto his stomach. Bobby's collapsed at his side and laughed.

"What's so funny?" John asked rolling on his back and rubbing himself. Sperm still oozed out of his bruised opening and he used that to caress himself with. He raised his free hand to his lip and saw that it still bled. Fuck.

He turned his head to look at Bobby and saw that he looked back at him. "What?" He grinned licking the blood from his lips and sitting up.

"That was my first time, that's all," Bobby said in a daze as he looked at the ceiling.

"It won't be your last," he smirked as he climbed out of the bed and grabbed his clothes from the night before off the floor and it was then that he saw his lighter. He bent to pick it up and began to dress.

"Where are you going?" Bobby asked as he pulled on his pants and shirt.

"The sun rises in about 5 minutes," he said pointing at the clock that read 5: 55am. "You coming?" he said sliding his lighter in his pocket and pulling on his hoody.

Bobby nodded and got dressed. Together they went to the student lounge. It was the best place inside the school to watch the sun rise without having to go outside. They sat on the sofa facing the window and watched as the first glimmer of the run's rays showed at the horizon.

"It's beautiful," Bobby whispered his eyes bright as he watched the sun's ascent. John looked sideways at him and smirked.

"It sure is."

Their eyes met and Bobby did something that shocked him more than anything else had that morning. He kissed him on the cheek, in public, without the slightest hesitation. Though it had only been a peck and no one was up yet to see, it had meant a lot and

John gripped his hand and squeezed.

"You're full of surprises, Iceman," he said looking at the large fireball emerging in the sky.

"I'm only getting started," Bobby smirked.

Authors Note: Wow, just finished this chapter. I had it written yesterday but I edit alot of things out and placed several things in. If you haven't noticed by now, all my chapter names come from a phrase I've written inside the story. Just a little FYI for my readers. Please read and review

By the way, this is my first Pyro/ Iceman X-men fiction. I hope I'm doing the ship justice!