Just a little Bobby/John (slash) fluff. I don't own them, never will.
Feedback is greatly appreciated!
Possessive
"You're supposed to be doing your homework," Bobby scolded when he saw John was playing with something.
"Finished it already," John lied absentmindedly since he was concentrating on his candy.
"What are…" Bobby began to ask, but stopped when he peered over John's shoulder.
He had to laugh. Pyro was sitting there, two bags of M&Ms poured into a pile in the middle of his desk, separating them by color. John merely looked up and glared, but said nothing. Bobby reached for one, which happened to be red and his hand was quickly smacked away.
"What?" Bobby asked. "I just want one."
"Not red," John growled. "Or blue."
Bobby managed a red one anyway, which earned him the ire of his roommate. But before he could eat it, John tackled him onto a bed and the pair wrestled for it. John had Bobby pinned, taking the M&M from him. Popping in his mouth, he made a point of showing Bobby who had won. But Bobby wasn't about to accept defeat so soon. After all, there was still the pile on the desk.
No matter how cold John got, he wasn't about to let Bobby up. The blonde with the ice blue eyes wasn't about to trick him. He may not be able to get a good fire going since they were indoors, but he wasn't about let Bobby freeze him into submission. John ignored his chattering teeth and the shivers that would rip through his body every so often.
He was stubborn. And damn it, he wasn't about to change. He didn't care if Bobby turned their room into Antarctica. John was on top and he was going to stay there. It soon became too cold for John, and he needed a plan. He let go of Bobby's hands, but slid his own down until they were on both sides of Bobby's head. Bobby smirked, he knew what John was up to. But at the moment, he didn't care. Bobby's head lowered, catching the blond.
"Your lips are cold," Bobby complained.
"Then turn the AC off," John replied.
It was John's turn to smirk when he felt the air getting warmer. But he was still very cold. But he didn't mind when he felt Bobby's hands on his back, holding John against him. Then one hand appeared in front of John's face, a warm hand spreading heat all over John's face. And when that hand breezed over his mouth, John took a finger inside. Bobby's hands went back to where they were since the boys' mouths were busy.
Bobby could still taste the chocolate in John's mouth. They separated to breathe, with John shifting so he was lying next to Bobby.
"You're awfully possessive, aren't you?" Bobby asked with a slight laugh.
Although John knew he meant the M&Ms, he replied, "In general, yes."
And then John moved in for another searing kiss.