Happy Holidays
A series of soft but violent curses escaped Pyro's lip as he made his way through the base corridors, wrapping his jumper tightly around himself as he crossed his arms and shivered. He hated winter…
The pyrokinetic stopped abruptly as he turned to head into the kitchen, finding himself suddenly face to face with the multiplying mutant who appeared out of nowhere. John blinked rapidly before arching an eyebrow at the older male questioningly.
"What?"
Jamie smirked, nodding his head upwards.
"Happy holidays, Firebug."
John just looked up at the mistletoe hanging from the arch of the doorway for a moment, but quickly a scowl pulled onto his face. In a movement so swift it was worthy of Pietro Maximoff the fire mutant pulled his lighter from his pocket, flicking it open and incinerating the small piece of festive decoration.
"I hate the holidays," he muttered, shoving past the older mutant and making his way into the kitchen. Jamie sighed quietly, looking up at the burnt remains of the mistletoe before turning to face back into the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe as he watched the fire mutant make himself a hot drink.
"It's just a kiss John," the multiplying mutant pointed out blandly. "Some of us do miss the festivities."
John bit his lip guiltily, although he had his back to the older male. He got so wrapped up in hating this time of year – a time he associated with bad moods, drunkenness and disappointment – he sometimes forgot that his companion had always had a good relationship with his family and was the only one of the Brotherhood regretful that his criminal record prevented him from spending the holidays at home. With a quiet sigh the fire mutant turned round, walking briskly back towards the door.
"Happy holidays," he smiled tightly, standing on his tip-toes to plant a swift, chaste kiss on Jamie's lips, quickly pulling away again.
"Hey…" Jamie grabbed the smaller mutant's wrist, pulling him back. "You can do better than that Firebug."
The pyrokinetic inhaled sharply but silently, closing his eyes briefly before turning back to face Jamie. Once again he leant forward, brushing his lips softly over Jamie's, conscious this time not to pull away too sharply. As he lingered however, the fire mutant could not help but plant another soft kiss on Jamie's lips… and another… each lasting just a little longer than the last as he cupped his hand over Jamie's cheek…
Jamie blinked rapidly as suddenly John pulled away, wriggling easily out of his now distracted hold. A slight frown pulled on his brow as the fire mutant quickly turned away, but not before he noticed the colour creep up his cheeks…
A slow smile spread over Jamie's lips as he watched the younger male hurriedly continue to make his hot drink. He had expected from the pyrokinetic one of his usual fiery, passionate kisses, not... well.
"You wanna go watch a movie or something?" Jamie offered lightly. John paused in his task of making his drink but he did not actually look round. A quiet chuckle escaped Jamie's lips. "I promise it won't be a Christmas film."
John turned round, regarding his companion almost suspiciously. Slowly a faint smile pulled on his lips as he gave a small nod.
"As long as there's no more mistletoe anywhere," he pointed an accusing finger at the multiplying mutant in front of him. Jamie laughed, holding up his hands in retreat.
"There's no more, I promise," he arched an eyebrow, moving forward quickly, grabbing the fire mutant's wrist. "But that doesn't mean I'm not expecting more kisses though…"