Title: Everybody's Looking for Something: Chapter 3: Swallow My Pride
Pairing: Scott/Pietro
Summary: Scott and Pietro get caught inside an empty classroom.
Notes: Sorry for wimping out on the sex, but I'm not at a stage where it'd be written well. At least, well in my opinion. The chapter title comes from "Inside Out" by Eve 6.
Technical Notes:
*Blah* for emphasis.
To make it easier to read, when Pietro talks fast, every new word is capitalized.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Swallow My Pride~
Scott saw Evan narrow his eyes as Quicksilver walked toward Kurt and Evan. Maximoff said something to the pair, and Kurt tensed. Clutching his lunch tray tighter, Scott walked over. Daniels and Maximoff always meant trouble. And if Kurt, Mr. Easy-Going himself, was upset by it, the confrontation was probably more serious than normal. Scott caught the tail end of Maximoff's speech when he arrived.
"So, you still haven't told your X-Friends yet."
Scott asked, "Told us what?"
Pietro turned and grinned at him, while Evan and Kurt sent murderous glares to Maximoff.
"Why, that Daniels and the 'crawler are dating."
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "So? And how do you know?"
Evan butted in before Pietro could answer, gleeful to get back at his rival. "Because he's obsessed with me. He wishes *we* were still going out."
"Really?" Scott said, observing Pietro. "That's interesting to know. Perhaps if you're spilling secrets about my friends, I should spill some to yours. I doubt that the Brotherhood knows a lot about your sex life."
Pietro muttered a quick "Fuck" before zipping off to God only knows where.
Scott set his tray next to Evan's. "I got to go guys. Later," he said, stalking off in the same direction Pietro went.
Walking down an empty hallway, Scott heard fast talking coming from one of the open rooms. It was one of the duller rooms, having walls on all sides but no windows. He peered inside and could barely make out Pietro Maximoff pacing back and forth. He entered, letting the door shut behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Pietro demanded. "NotEnoughThatYou'reGoingToRuinMyLife, ButNowYou'reGoingToRubMyNoseInIt, Aren'tYou? YouThinkYou'reSoMuchBetter, Well-- Shh!"
Scott didn't manage to catch anything but the shush, so he stayed quiet and hoped enlightenment would come. Outside the door, he heard struggling and something being jammed into someplace. He had a bad feeling about what the noises meant. When the sound stopped, he went and tried the door. The handle turned, but the door wouldn't move more than a few centimeters. Scott turned to look at Pietro.
"It seems we've been locked in."
Pietro slowed down to a more normal pace. "Fantastic. I'm going to get Daniels when I'm out of here."
Scott ignored the teen and sat on top of one of the student tables. Before long, Pietro was back to pacing and mumbling at super-speed. That lasted only a few minutes before Pietro got bored and decided to use Scott as entertainment. On each pass around the room, he poked Scott. Scott kept ignoring Pietro until his arm began to hurt.
"Why don't you use your speed to break down the door?" he asked.
Pietro slowed down enough so that his answer could be understood. Barely.
"Can't-afford-to. Can't-afford-a-new-door. Can't-afford-the-trouble. Besides," he paused to bang on the door. It made a solid thunk, and he started to move again. "I-don't-think-I-could-break-it. Although-if-you-want-to-use-your-optic-blasts, that-might-work."
"No."
"Didn't-think-so."
Pietro sighed and sat next to Scott. He leaned back so that his head hung over the edge of the table. His blood rushed to his face and contrasted with his pale hair.
Within a minute, he started chanting. "Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere. Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere. Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere...."
He didn't stop until Scott interrupted him. "What's the matter with you?" Scott accused.
"This room. Cooped up. Lots of energy; no place to go."
"Are you-- Are you saying you're claustrophobic?"
"Sort of. I guess. Small rooms make me antsy."
"Oh no. Not an 'antsy' Quicksilver. Would distracting you help?"
"Yeah, if you can think of something interesting enough for me."
"Lay down on the table lengthwise."
Pietro did as told. He was bored enough anything seemed better than just sitting there.
"Close your eyes."
Pietro obeyed again. He heard Scott shift. And straddle him? Weird. Maybe he was wrong. After what he felt was a suitable wait, Pietro spoke up.
"Well?"
"Be patient." Scott's hot breath tickled Pietro's throat as he talked.
"Hmph." Pietro pulled his lips down into a pout.
Then something-- Scott's lips-- were up against his. It felt surprisingly good. Wet, intense, and, above all, masculine. Pietro responded with gusto.
Soon, the kiss went further, and well... you know what happens now.
When they finished, both boys pulled their clothes back on. Neither looked at the other.
"What do we do now?" Scott finally asked.
"I don't know," Pietro answered. "I thought you'd want to forget and go back to being enemies."
"I'm not like that. I don't do casual flings."
"You're not suggesting...?"
"Why not? I'm attracted to you. And, I assume from what we just did, you're attracted to me."
"S'pose we could keep this hidden. I've no idea how my boss would take it."
Scott gave Pietro a sharp look. "I'm not going to hide my boyfriend."
"I didn't think so." Pietro grinned wryly. "Guess my brothers will be learning a bit more about me. How are we getting out of here?"
"Maybe if we both pushed, we could break whatever's holding the door shut."
Pietro answered by running up against the door. He exerted a steady pressure through the use of both his legs and his speed. Scott rammed his shoulder against the door several times. Within a minute, they were released with a snap and a crunch. The remnants of one of Evan's bone spikes were left behind on the floor as the boys wandered off to their individual classes.
Pairing: Scott/Pietro
Summary: Scott and Pietro get caught inside an empty classroom.
Notes: Sorry for wimping out on the sex, but I'm not at a stage where it'd be written well. At least, well in my opinion. The chapter title comes from "Inside Out" by Eve 6.
Technical Notes:
*Blah* for emphasis.
To make it easier to read, when Pietro talks fast, every new word is capitalized.
Feedback: Yes please. If I don't know what was bad, it ain't ever gonna get better.
~Swallow My Pride~
Scott saw Evan narrow his eyes as Quicksilver walked toward Kurt and Evan. Maximoff said something to the pair, and Kurt tensed. Clutching his lunch tray tighter, Scott walked over. Daniels and Maximoff always meant trouble. And if Kurt, Mr. Easy-Going himself, was upset by it, the confrontation was probably more serious than normal. Scott caught the tail end of Maximoff's speech when he arrived.
"So, you still haven't told your X-Friends yet."
Scott asked, "Told us what?"
Pietro turned and grinned at him, while Evan and Kurt sent murderous glares to Maximoff.
"Why, that Daniels and the 'crawler are dating."
Scott shrugged his shoulders. "So? And how do you know?"
Evan butted in before Pietro could answer, gleeful to get back at his rival. "Because he's obsessed with me. He wishes *we* were still going out."
"Really?" Scott said, observing Pietro. "That's interesting to know. Perhaps if you're spilling secrets about my friends, I should spill some to yours. I doubt that the Brotherhood knows a lot about your sex life."
Pietro muttered a quick "Fuck" before zipping off to God only knows where.
Scott set his tray next to Evan's. "I got to go guys. Later," he said, stalking off in the same direction Pietro went.
Walking down an empty hallway, Scott heard fast talking coming from one of the open rooms. It was one of the duller rooms, having walls on all sides but no windows. He peered inside and could barely make out Pietro Maximoff pacing back and forth. He entered, letting the door shut behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Pietro demanded. "NotEnoughThatYou'reGoingToRuinMyLife, ButNowYou'reGoingToRubMyNoseInIt, Aren'tYou? YouThinkYou'reSoMuchBetter, Well-- Shh!"
Scott didn't manage to catch anything but the shush, so he stayed quiet and hoped enlightenment would come. Outside the door, he heard struggling and something being jammed into someplace. He had a bad feeling about what the noises meant. When the sound stopped, he went and tried the door. The handle turned, but the door wouldn't move more than a few centimeters. Scott turned to look at Pietro.
"It seems we've been locked in."
Pietro slowed down to a more normal pace. "Fantastic. I'm going to get Daniels when I'm out of here."
Scott ignored the teen and sat on top of one of the student tables. Before long, Pietro was back to pacing and mumbling at super-speed. That lasted only a few minutes before Pietro got bored and decided to use Scott as entertainment. On each pass around the room, he poked Scott. Scott kept ignoring Pietro until his arm began to hurt.
"Why don't you use your speed to break down the door?" he asked.
Pietro slowed down enough so that his answer could be understood. Barely.
"Can't-afford-to. Can't-afford-a-new-door. Can't-afford-the-trouble. Besides," he paused to bang on the door. It made a solid thunk, and he started to move again. "I-don't-think-I-could-break-it. Although-if-you-want-to-use-your-optic-blasts, that-might-work."
"No."
"Didn't-think-so."
Pietro sighed and sat next to Scott. He leaned back so that his head hung over the edge of the table. His blood rushed to his face and contrasted with his pale hair.
Within a minute, he started chanting. "Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere. Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere. Cant'TakeThisGottaGetOuttaHere...."
He didn't stop until Scott interrupted him. "What's the matter with you?" Scott accused.
"This room. Cooped up. Lots of energy; no place to go."
"Are you-- Are you saying you're claustrophobic?"
"Sort of. I guess. Small rooms make me antsy."
"Oh no. Not an 'antsy' Quicksilver. Would distracting you help?"
"Yeah, if you can think of something interesting enough for me."
"Lay down on the table lengthwise."
Pietro did as told. He was bored enough anything seemed better than just sitting there.
"Close your eyes."
Pietro obeyed again. He heard Scott shift. And straddle him? Weird. Maybe he was wrong. After what he felt was a suitable wait, Pietro spoke up.
"Well?"
"Be patient." Scott's hot breath tickled Pietro's throat as he talked.
"Hmph." Pietro pulled his lips down into a pout.
Then something-- Scott's lips-- were up against his. It felt surprisingly good. Wet, intense, and, above all, masculine. Pietro responded with gusto.
Soon, the kiss went further, and well... you know what happens now.
When they finished, both boys pulled their clothes back on. Neither looked at the other.
"What do we do now?" Scott finally asked.
"I don't know," Pietro answered. "I thought you'd want to forget and go back to being enemies."
"I'm not like that. I don't do casual flings."
"You're not suggesting...?"
"Why not? I'm attracted to you. And, I assume from what we just did, you're attracted to me."
"S'pose we could keep this hidden. I've no idea how my boss would take it."
Scott gave Pietro a sharp look. "I'm not going to hide my boyfriend."
"I didn't think so." Pietro grinned wryly. "Guess my brothers will be learning a bit more about me. How are we getting out of here?"
"Maybe if we both pushed, we could break whatever's holding the door shut."
Pietro answered by running up against the door. He exerted a steady pressure through the use of both his legs and his speed. Scott rammed his shoulder against the door several times. Within a minute, they were released with a snap and a crunch. The remnants of one of Evan's bone spikes were left behind on the floor as the boys wandered off to their individual classes.