Fire Can't Love Ice
Summary: Bobby carried John out of the rubble of Alcatraz and saved his life. He tells John why he saved him but John doesn't feel the same way. Set after X3. Eventual Iceman/Pyro slash
Disclaimer: Once again, I think it's pretty self-explanatory that I don't own X-men.
It figures that as soon as I start more stories I get into another writer's block. I didn't forget about my stories, guys!
I think the writer's block is passing quickly though because I wrote this entire chapter in less than a day from when I started it… O.O;
Chapter 3: I Think I Kind of Like You Too
I really don't think I can handle this.
I gulped, feeling Bobby's gaze on me from the corner of the room, and fumbled even more with my lighter. I don't know why this was making me so nervous.
"John, that lighter is distractin'," Rogue hissed, whipping around in her seat to glare at him. "Knock it off." I glared back at her and wordlessly kept on fiddling with my lighter, knowing it ticked her off.
It was my first official day back in my classes, and I was already back to causing trouble. But as entertaining as annoying the hell out of Rogue was, it still wasn't helping.
I still couldn't stop thinking about Bobby.
Why couldn't I just let it go? Bobby had been talking about forgetting me. Why had I opened my big mouth and told him I didn't want him to? I closed my Zippo for good finally, realizing the reality of that question.
I… I don't like him do I?
What am I thinking? I'm not gay. I don't like guys. But Bobby-
"John, class is over," Storm said. "You can stop spacing out now." I snapped out of my daze. There were only a few people left in the classroom, and Bobby just happened to be one of them.
He had been trying to get me alone ever since I ran out of the room that night, and I had managed to avoid him until now. I knew he was going to try and corner me. My mind raced to find the best escape route, but I was too slow. Bobby walked up to me nervously.
"John, listen, we need to-" He was cut off.
"Bobby? I hope I'm not interruptin' anythin' important," Rogue said in her southern accent. I had never been grateful for Rogue barging in before, but I was now. I took my chance to slip out of sight.
I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. I knew he was going to ask how I really felt about him.
And I honestly didn't have an answer.
Classes were over for the day so I went back to our room and got more lighter fluid for my Zippo. I was going to need it, that's for sure.
I didn't know how much time I had to work with before Bobby finished talking to Rogue so I just grabbed it and left. I set out to walking around the halls like I always do when I need to think.
What was Rogue talking to him about, anyway? Shouldn't she be mad at him for breaking up with her or something?
I never liked Rogue, and just the thought of her talking to him always bugged me. Bobby was my best friend, but she always got more of him than I ever would.
'Are you jealous?'
Bobby's question from the other night popped into my head without warning, and I could feel myself blush. No, I wasn't jealous.
But the more I thought about it the more I knew I was lying to myself.
I glanced at Piotr, watching TV in the recreation room with the other kids then over to Jean-Paul talking to Jubilee.
I didn't feel anything for anyone around here except Bobby it seems: straight guys, gay guys, or even hot girls like Jubilee. Then again, Bobby said he didn't either. And I finally started to let it sink in.
I liked Bobby.
I reluctantly returned to our room where Bobby was, predictably, doing his homework. I smiled slightly. Some things never change.
As soon as I walked in the door, however, he dropped his pencil and plopped down on his bed to talk to me.
"You know why Rogue wanted to talk to me today?" he asked, as if everything was normal between us and I wasn't trying to avoid him.
"What?" I asked, putting away the bottle of lighter fluid and sitting down too.
"She practically begged me to take her back. She told me she really liked me and she would fix whatever she was doing wrong if I went out with her again. She was convinced that I was lying when I told her there was someone else." I rolled my eyes. Typical Rogue. "Honestly, I can't believe that I stayed with her for so long."
I stayed silent. If I wanted to say something now would be the time to do it, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it.
"John, I know you've been avoiding me, but I have to know: what did you mean… when you said you didn't want me to forget you?" Bobby asked. I sighed.
"I don't know. It just sort of… came out." Speaking of coming out… it's now or never, John.
"Oh... okay then…" Bobby didn't know what to say either. Uncomfortable silence filled the room.
"I…" I managed, before losing my voice again.
"Yeah?" Bobby coaxed.
"I-I think… IthinkIkindalikeyoutoobutI'mnotgay." A small smile started to grow on Bobby's face.
"What was that?" he asked.
"I-I don't know. I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm not gay, but I think that I might… really like you… too." I can't believe how much of a blathering idiot I was. "I'm probably... bisexual too. Ugh! Fuck, I don't know," I finished lamely. I couldn't even get out a decent full sentence. Apparently, though, it was enough to please Bobby.
"Wow," he breathed. "That was just how I imagined it." I was taken aback.
"What do you mean?" I asked, cautiously.
"You look so nervous and pissed off at the same time," he murmured. "You're going to end up breaking that Zippo one day." I shoved the Zippo away, not even realizing that I had been fidgeting with it. I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I settled for glaring at my Zippo instead.
"You… you really mean it, don't you?" he asked. I looked up and nodded slowly.
"I think," I stated. "I mean, I'm not sure." He got off his bed and sat next to me on mine, gazing directly into my eyes.
"John," he muttered. I just stared at him and didn't respond, wondering what he was doing. "Can I kiss you?" I didn't allow myself to think because I knew if I did I would tell him no. So, without any thoughts, I nodded slightly and fell headfirst into the feeling of his lips on mine once again.