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"Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear. You give me fever. When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight, fever in the morning, fever all through the night." ~Eva Cassidy 'Fever'
A/N: SLASH! This chapter contains slash and an ass. Get over it, get on with your lives, we all have asses. If you're uncomfortable I suggest you leave now. I will mercilessly scoff and laugh at you if you flame me about writing slash etc. etc. It is done in good taste so there should be nothing to worry about. (Good taste meaning this is not a smut fic. Although I should write a smut about a stripping St. John. Hmm.) Enjoy!
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With every clobbering stomp he took up the stairs, the tremors rose in caliber. Not sure of what he was doing or where he was going, Lance was surprised to find himself at Scott's door. In one fell motion he threw the door open. Standing in the doorway, hand on the doorframe; he was quite an intimidating sight. Scott turned around, clutching the towel tightly that hung around his waist, and looked at Lance. Both Scott and Lance's cheeks turned a deep crimson color, seeing as they were put in a rather awkward situation.
"Uh. I am err. Here to check on you head progress or something like that." Lance stumbled over the words as he rubbed the back of his head uneasily, looking at Scott's semi nude body.
Scott nodded appreciatively, then to Lance's utter astonish, turned around and dropped the towel to his feet. He rummaged through his drawers and slipped into a pair of boxers turning back to face Lance. Lance stood, mouth gaped open, as Scott walked over and seated himself on the bed. He motioned for Lance to join him by patting the comforter beside him. Lance trudged over to the bed and flopped down beside him. Burying his face in his hands Lance let out a low groan.
"What is it Lance?" Scott looked at the slumped over ground shaker beside him, a sincere note of concern in his voice.
Lance lifted his head from his hands and looked Scott in the eyes. He snorted and shook his head.
"I screwed it up Summers. Kitty hates me, and there's nothing I can do about it. All I wanted was a relationship of some kind."
There was an uncomfortably long pause after lance spoke. With absolutely no intention of doing it, Scott leaned forward and pressed his lips against Lance's. Lance's eyes went wide and he drew back instantaneously. What bothered him more than what Scott did, was the fact that he had felt no objection to it. He, in a way, enjoyed it.
"Alvers. I can't believe I just did that! I am so sorry!"
This time Lance leaned, in catching Scott while his mouth was still ajar. Running his fingers through Lance's shaggy hair while Lance sucked on his bottom lip, Scott began laughing. Laughing so hard that he choked. Sputtering, they ended their lip lock. Scott coyly grinned at Lance, not sure of what to say or do after that. Lance found himself in a very similar situation; only he for whatever reason could not take his eyes from Scott.
"Did we really just, you know, do that?"
Lance solemnly nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes focused ahead of him. Scott sighed, feeling extremely awkward since Lance seemed to regret the kiss. Then on sheer impulse Lance pressed Scott down against the bed and began kissing his neck. Scott nervously chuckled.
"Guess you feel the same way too?"
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Kitty eyed St. John, giving him a look of contempt laced with disdain. Becoming increasingly less comfortable, he took a step back. She strode forward until he was pinned against the refrigerator. He swallowed hard, and edgily laughed. Kitty leaned forward, pushing her hands against his chest.
"Divine little goddess? I appreciate that you know. I wouldn't have spoken up for myself, so thanks."
He let out a sigh of relief, and beamed down at her. Placing two fingers under her chin, he lifted her head up so that she was looking into his eyes.
"Anything that'll make ya' happy Sheila, anything ta make you happy." Kitty grinned widely, noting to herself how little credit she had previously given Pyro when he was with the Acolytes. "May I kiss you?"
Kitty obviously taken aback cocked an eyebrow and giggled.
"Are you being serious?" he nodded. "Then yes."
He leaned down, cupping her chin in his hands and lightly pecked her on the lips. She gazed up at him, her lips tingling and warm from his.
"Is that all?" she asked him earnestly.
St. John chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I think it best to take it slowly with a gem like you."
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A/N: Reviews please! Thanks for reading; I'm completely interested in your thoughts on the story so far! Thanks!
"Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care. When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear. You give me fever. When you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight, fever in the morning, fever all through the night." ~Eva Cassidy 'Fever'
A/N: SLASH! This chapter contains slash and an ass. Get over it, get on with your lives, we all have asses. If you're uncomfortable I suggest you leave now. I will mercilessly scoff and laugh at you if you flame me about writing slash etc. etc. It is done in good taste so there should be nothing to worry about. (Good taste meaning this is not a smut fic. Although I should write a smut about a stripping St. John. Hmm.) Enjoy!
.
With every clobbering stomp he took up the stairs, the tremors rose in caliber. Not sure of what he was doing or where he was going, Lance was surprised to find himself at Scott's door. In one fell motion he threw the door open. Standing in the doorway, hand on the doorframe; he was quite an intimidating sight. Scott turned around, clutching the towel tightly that hung around his waist, and looked at Lance. Both Scott and Lance's cheeks turned a deep crimson color, seeing as they were put in a rather awkward situation.
"Uh. I am err. Here to check on you head progress or something like that." Lance stumbled over the words as he rubbed the back of his head uneasily, looking at Scott's semi nude body.
Scott nodded appreciatively, then to Lance's utter astonish, turned around and dropped the towel to his feet. He rummaged through his drawers and slipped into a pair of boxers turning back to face Lance. Lance stood, mouth gaped open, as Scott walked over and seated himself on the bed. He motioned for Lance to join him by patting the comforter beside him. Lance trudged over to the bed and flopped down beside him. Burying his face in his hands Lance let out a low groan.
"What is it Lance?" Scott looked at the slumped over ground shaker beside him, a sincere note of concern in his voice.
Lance lifted his head from his hands and looked Scott in the eyes. He snorted and shook his head.
"I screwed it up Summers. Kitty hates me, and there's nothing I can do about it. All I wanted was a relationship of some kind."
There was an uncomfortably long pause after lance spoke. With absolutely no intention of doing it, Scott leaned forward and pressed his lips against Lance's. Lance's eyes went wide and he drew back instantaneously. What bothered him more than what Scott did, was the fact that he had felt no objection to it. He, in a way, enjoyed it.
"Alvers. I can't believe I just did that! I am so sorry!"
This time Lance leaned, in catching Scott while his mouth was still ajar. Running his fingers through Lance's shaggy hair while Lance sucked on his bottom lip, Scott began laughing. Laughing so hard that he choked. Sputtering, they ended their lip lock. Scott coyly grinned at Lance, not sure of what to say or do after that. Lance found himself in a very similar situation; only he for whatever reason could not take his eyes from Scott.
"Did we really just, you know, do that?"
Lance solemnly nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes focused ahead of him. Scott sighed, feeling extremely awkward since Lance seemed to regret the kiss. Then on sheer impulse Lance pressed Scott down against the bed and began kissing his neck. Scott nervously chuckled.
"Guess you feel the same way too?"
.
....
Kitty eyed St. John, giving him a look of contempt laced with disdain. Becoming increasingly less comfortable, he took a step back. She strode forward until he was pinned against the refrigerator. He swallowed hard, and edgily laughed. Kitty leaned forward, pushing her hands against his chest.
"Divine little goddess? I appreciate that you know. I wouldn't have spoken up for myself, so thanks."
He let out a sigh of relief, and beamed down at her. Placing two fingers under her chin, he lifted her head up so that she was looking into his eyes.
"Anything that'll make ya' happy Sheila, anything ta make you happy." Kitty grinned widely, noting to herself how little credit she had previously given Pyro when he was with the Acolytes. "May I kiss you?"
Kitty obviously taken aback cocked an eyebrow and giggled.
"Are you being serious?" he nodded. "Then yes."
He leaned down, cupping her chin in his hands and lightly pecked her on the lips. She gazed up at him, her lips tingling and warm from his.
"Is that all?" she asked him earnestly.
St. John chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I think it best to take it slowly with a gem like you."
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A/N: Reviews please! Thanks for reading; I'm completely interested in your thoughts on the story so far! Thanks!