This is just a quick chapter I added to fill the story out- besides, I think it's cute. Nothing particularly happens, except for a bit of the emotional love stuff we all adore and some early morning cooking- so yeah... Enjoy! 3
HLW xx
John groaned moved closer to the warmth radiating from his left, he was wrapped in Piotr's arms and covered in the dried reminence of their former escapades. Rubbing his eyes he pressed a kiss to the other man's chest and slipped out of his grasp. Throwing on one of his lover's oversized shirts which on him doubled as a nightgown and a pair of boxers he looked in the mirror; his feet were still bare and his hair slightly mussed from an amazing night's sleep, shrugging he left the room and headed in the direction of the kitchen to make his boyfriend breakfast. Hopefully he would be so grateful that they could shower together before match. Walking into the kitchen, he yawned sleepily and opened the fridge to browse its content, removing a large pack of sausages, bacon, vine tomatoes and a dozen eggs he set the meat on the grill before finding a large tin of beans in the cupboard and forming several hash browns from the bag of potatoes left under the sink. Turning on the radio, John set about making breakfast in his usual manner; loudly. It occurred to him for a second that he was slightly underdressed for a school but it was a Sunday so no-one would be awake at 6:30am. Putting the sausages and bacon under the grill, John froze as his song came on the radio- everybody knew that this was his jam, everybody. Even at work if this song, or any other song by these guys came on the sound system, John would stop whatever he was doing and shit would get serious; he would go to work and twerk, he couldn't help it. He looked around in vain as his body began to move against his will, one ass cheek moved, then the other, then both at the same time… This shit was about to go down. Fuck you Ying Yang Twins, fuck you and your salt shaker! He thought and his knees began to brace and his ass pop like a fire cracker. It was inevitable, he was about to make it rain inside a school at 6:30 in the morning whilst cooking breakfast. If he had an ounce of dignity he would probably contain himself, but that wasn't about to happen. It wasn't that John was camp, hell he your average alpha male, floating screaming queens weren't his thing but dancing like a fool whilst cooking? That was totally his thing. he was stirring the beans when a cooking the eggs when he decided to break out his classic dance moves , the robot, the moonwalk, the hairwhip, the surprise blowjob and the wave, he was half way through an extremely skilled running man when several coughing sounds came from the doorway. Whirling around with an extremely cheesy grin on his face he saw Bobby, Ororo, Dazzler, Jubilee and Logan all in various stated of morning attire.
"Hey guys, take a seat. Breakfast is almost ready." Returning to the fridge he withdrew a bag of oranges and started squeezing the juice whilst simultaneously setting a pot of tea on the hob and putting fresh beans and a filter coffee in the machine. Several minutes later, a soft whistle came from the tea pot and a hum from the coffee machine, John poured the freshly squeezed orange into a large pitcher and was pleasantly surprised when he found the beaker all but full with the liquid. Saving some food for Piotr and himself, John put the remainder onto serving platters and buttered the toast (of which he had vade various kinds, white, brown, seeded and grain.) Still singing, he withdrew a large stack of plates and cutlery placing them in front of the early risers; each of whom wore identical expressions of confusion (apart from bobby who was extremely turned on by how beautiful John looked in the morning and ogled the man's legs as the long shirt created the illusion that he wore nothing underneath.) Placing various, mouth-watering platters of breakfast foods in front of the X-men, John moved to get the tea pot, coffee pot and orange jug which he also placed in front of the now wary crime fighters before returning with glasses and cups for the tea.
"Someone's very happy this morning." He heard Ororo say as he moved to the dining table for the last time carrying the toast platter,
"Well it's a nice day outside and I got my first publication cheque through. Besides, can't a guy treat the people he only kinda knows to breakfast? Ohh and sorry about the lack of apple juice, there were only orange's in the crisper."
"I didn't know you could cook," said Bobby as the team began shovelling food on to their plates and John began to load the dishwasher,
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Bobby sniggered,
"C'mon John, if anyone in this mansion knows more about you than I do I'll eat my left arm." John closed the washer and raised an eyebrow, catching dazzler kicking Bobby under the table.
"Ohh yeah?"
"Yeah,"
"I'll take that bet. What's my middle name?" At the iceman's expression darkened and Storm let out a hearty laugh,
"Ermm…"
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Jason?" John rolled his eyes,
"Care to enlighten our poor little Bobby so that we can all laugh as he is forced to eat his arm, Ororo?" John's eye's sparkled with mischief and in that moment, Bobby realised why he loved the other man all over again.
"It's Luca, your middle name is Luca. And thank you John, I must say usually we just grab a piece of toast and head out but this is truly delicious; you never fail to surprise me." John smiled as the others murmured their agreement, even Logan looked impressed.
"Well, if I'm going to be eating your food instead of stuffing my face in my own apartment, the least I can do is cook for you all."
"Yes, John where are you here so early classes have been cancelled today… and is that Pete's shirt you're wearing?" John frowned as he realised that Kitty was in his class and as such was the only person in the room who didn't know about his relationship with Pete (if Dazzler's amused expression was anything to go by.) John reached into his brain for a list of excuses and came up with one in record time,
"I didn't really want to drive back here this morning as I knew I'd be late if I slept at my place so Pete suggested I say with him for the night, the couch in his room is a pull out bed." John smiled politely as Kitty instantly believed the lie; shooting a wink towards Bobby he loaded the tray with his own breakfast and a plate for Pete before loading two cups of OJ and tea as well.
"Wow, you're hungry this morning." It was Kitty again; this girl would just not quit! Her inquisitive nature and keen mind was earning her top marks in his class, but damn this girl is hard to lie to and truth be told the extra attention put into his own and Pitor's breakfast was noticeable to even the most remedial of people. John feigned a laugh,
"Half of this if for Mr Rasputin as a thank you for his hospitality, it wouldn't be proper of me to leave without a parting gift after he helped me out now would it?" Kitty simply smiled and accepted the man's excuse once more, John received another litany of thanks and praises (even from Logan who seemed to accept the food as a peace offering of sorts) then left the room to return to his sleeping giant.
Upon returning to the room, John saw that Pete was still asleep. His lover was sprawled luxuriously on the bed with the covers strewn revealingly around his waist. Setting the breakfast down on the bedside table the fire manipulator moved atop his lover and settled his thighs either side of the man's hips and kissing him on the lips. Pete growled in response and opened his eyes,
"Good morning, darling." John responded by kissing his lover's neck and biting down slightly on the point he knew made Pitor groan. "I made you breakfast," He said into the man's neck.
"I can see that," replied Pete "I didn't know you could cook; I may have to keep you." John pouted and slapped Pete on the chest with little force,
"Way to make a guy feel loved." Pete wrapped his arms around John's torso and squeezed,
"It looks wonderful, thank you." Moving to collect the tray John noticed Pete's eyes roaming his body hungrily,
"Aren't you wearing a bit too much clothing? Don't get me wrong, seeing you in my clothes is a total turn on but seeing you naked would be even better." Placing the tray on the other man's lap John divested himself of all clothing and slid back into the bed where Pitor passed him a plate and began to eat. After Pete had finished eating John was pulled into a deep kiss that as usual brought moans to his lips. He was turning into such a porn star. "You're so good to me," John felt his cheeks turn red, which was strange because John hardly ever felt embarrassed (turning tricks on the street with a pimp named Leon tended to knock that out of you,) he quite liked it. Pete made him feel innocent and clean. "I mean it you know, a lesser man would have gone running for the hills after all of the times I've fucked up but you've stayed. I don't deserve you John." At this John practically swooned, his past relationships had always been hot and passionate; no one had ever spoken of feeling and emotion; this was dangerous territory. "I love you."
John froze, he had actively refrained from using the 'L word' ever since he and Pete had reunited the first time following the Bobby incident; to his recollection Pete had said it once since and that was only because he was post-blowjob. John was weary at first that Pete had only said the words in a post-orgasmic haze so had replied with some round-about statement so as not to offend him but even then he had been cautious. Come to think of it, the Russian had used the words freely on several occasions but John had continued the trend and only replied with "I know" or "you too." It wasn't that he didn't love Pete, it was just that something bad ALLWAYS seemed to happen when he said those words. As if sensing the tension in his body Pete held him close, "Don't worry. I'm not going to rush you into saying anything you're not ready to say; I can wait until you're ready." John frowned and clung to Pete,
"It's not that, it's just every time I say it something bad happens and if I tell you that I love you and then something does happen, I don't know if I'll be able to get over it again. I want to say it, it's just…" Pete moved the tray off the bed and pulled John even closer,
"I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. I promise."
"Remember what happened last time you made a promise that you couldn't keep?" Pete's body went rigid around him, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have said that; it was tactless." The Russian shook his head and released his grasp on John, moving so that he was lay down with his back to the other man;
"Why are you sorry, you're right. I don't deserve you." Pete felt hands grasp at his back and slowly slide down his sides in soothing motions,
"I'm sorry, Pete." Pressing himself against his lover John continued his ministrations, "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I do love you. I love your smile, your dimples, your strong arms, your little bubble butt, even your annoyingly perfect chest. I love everything about you; you're perfect." Pete flipped over and cupped the other man's head in his hands,
"I won't let anything happen to you. Ever." John smiled and kissed him on the lips,
"Come on big man, let's get a shower. I'm still covered in last night…" Pete grinned, remembering how content he had felt just lying there last night with John he scooped his love into his arms and carried him bridal style into the bathroom with one thought running through his mind; I can't let anything bad happen to him. Not now.