A/N: This was written as a present to one of my best friends, who is hopelessly addicted to fluff. For all of you who dream of cavities and sweet, plotless stories, look no further.
Sun Kissed Morning
John looked at the face that haunted his dreams. 'A picture is worth a thousand words,' he silently mused to himself. The boy in the picture was smiling. John clenched the cool metal of his lighter. He never saw that face smile anymore. John's head snapped up as he heard a door slam and unshod feet tread towards the kitchen. He quickly hid the picture in the cushions of the couch and leaned back. Click, click, a small flame appeared as John mulled over the events that brought him to this worn out couch.
It all started when Bobby's girlfriend Rogue nearly killed him by kissing him. Then the psycho wondered why he broke up with her. Jesus, how can you get that stupid? She must have thought she was Jean at the time. John extended an invitation to stay at his flat when he heard how all the other X-men were treated Bobby for breaking up with Rogue. Bobby accepted, which surprised John to no end.
It seemed perfect at first. Get the object of his affections living with him, win him over with your wit and magnamity, and never be lonely again. The flame started twisting around as John wondered why it didn't work. All Bobby did was sleep, wake-up, walk around, and go back to sleep. He wondered when the last time Bobby ate was.
John capped the flame and pushed himself off the bed. It was time to take some action. He would never gain Bobby's recognition if all he did was treat Zippo like his psychiatrist. Nope, that wouldn't do. John walked purposefully into the kitchen to the sight of Bobby, in nothing but silky black boxers, languidly peeling a banana. John swiveled a chair around and straddled it so he was sitting within a foot of Bobby. Bobby took no notice and continued to stare at the half-peeled banana. John was getting slightly aggravated. Was Bobby actually alive, or was some sort of non-lethal Bobby look-a-like sentinel sitting in his kitchen. John decided that Bobby was still alive since sentinels were never cute and harmless like a carebear.
Besides, sentinels are so girly.
John's hand acted without consensus of the brain and reached out to shake Bobby's shoulder. An electric shock seemed to run through John as his scheming hand made contact with his desire's shoulder.
"Hey Icy, you're too cold. You need to get more on." John mentally beat himself up. Why do you want him to get more on? He's hot without a shirt!
Bobby took a small bite of the banana in his hand and stood up. "I'm not cold." With that said, Bobby left, presumably to the couch room.
John sighed and decided to take slightly more action. He then stumbled up and followed the Iceman into the couch room. The blond had settled himself down on the couch and was flipping through channels without looking at them. John smirked and sat down right next to Bobby. Phase one complete. Next, John snaked his arms around Bobby's freezing shoulders to hold him down and said, "Now Bobby, why have you been acting all depressed of late?"
Bobby tried to get up but then noticed that he was held firmly down. He gave an inaudible sigh and said monotonously, "Well, what do you think? My girlfriend nearly kills me, my buddies desert me, and I'm stuck in a flat smelling of charcoal wondering if I ever liked that witch with a maniac pyrokinetic who's trying to make me feel better."
John smirked, "Now we're getting somewhere."
Bobby tried to get up again and failed. "Pyro, what is the point of this? Why did you drag me here?"
John Allerdyce has done many things in his life that have seemed stupid at the time. This was one of those times. John leaned close to Bobby's face and said, "Why did I? Because of this." With that, John closed the small gap and caught Bobby up in a tender kiss.
The cogs in Bobby's mind whirled around quickly. Part of him screamed at him to return the kiss, even if just a little. You love him, he's hot, he's kind, even if a little arrogant the little part argued. The bigger part of his brain held him back and told him to think of Rogue and the fact that he wasn't gay. But Rogue tried to kill you the little part of his brain said and John was a good kisser. The bigger part of his brain then screamed, but you aren't gay!
John noticed how Bobby tensed up and how he didn't respond. John pulled back and grabbed Bobby's chin forcing him to look at him. "You don't love me, do you." It wasn't a question.
Bobby opened his mouth to speak, but John had already started standing up. Finally, the little part of Bobby's brain won and said, "I could learn to love you."
John stopped and sighed. "Damnit Bobby, go back to Rogue, don't fool yourself, you don't love me." With that said, John dejected walked out of the flat to god knows where.
Bobby looked at the closed door and said softly, "Pyro, I wasn't lying."