Consolation Prize
Summary:
John wants Bobby, and Gambit wants Rogue. But as long as Bobby and
Rogue are together, they have to settle for what they can get SLASH
Fandom:
X-men
Pairings:
Bobby/Rogue, John/Bobby (One-sided), Remy/Rogue (One-sided),
Remy/John
Warnings:
Slash
Disclaimer:
They all belong to people with expensive lawyers. I'm just screwing
with them for my own twisted amusement.
Author's
Note: Re-rated 'T', just in case
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and kisses to my wonderful reviewers. I love you all.
What
the hell just happened?
I
think Remy just kissed me
Okay,
guess we're drunker than we thought we were. Why is this happening?
What,
you're complaining? It feels pretty damn good to me.
I
didn't say I was complaining
Then
stop making things difficult and just go with it!
All of this ran through John's head in the moments before alcohol and teenage hormones worked their magic. He moaned softly, lips parting in sweet surrender.
"Rogue
really doesn't know what she's missin'," John said
rather breathlessly when they finally broke apart for air.
"Remy
suspects dat chéri will think different in de morning."
"Don't
care."
"Well
in dat case," Remy gave a predatory grin; "Dere's a problem."
"What?"
"Dat
chéri is talking when Remy can think of far more
interestin' things he could be doing wit his mouth…"
And after that, coherent thought was drowned by sensation. Suddenly they were both wearing entirely too much clothing, and John set about rectifying this situation as Remy steered him towards the bed. John had never been much for religion, but he found himself fervently thanking any deity that might be listening for the deft hands of a thief.
They finally reached the bed. An empty bottle was prodding John between the shoulder-blades, but this seemed like a very minor concern in comparison to everything else that was going on. Everything else became mere background to hot, hungry kisses, and skilled hands inflicting torturous ecstasy on him. The occasional bite of teeth or nails contrasted deliciously with the caress of soft lips and hands. Then he gave an incoherent moan of protest as it stopped.
"Cheri
is sure about dis?"
"I
swear, if you ask me that one more time…"
"Dat's
all Remy needed to 'ear."
And the rest, as they say, was history.
By the way, if you have any ideas about what I should do with my fic, please do share. Because I have absolutely no idea where I'm going with this. Seriously. None whatsoever.