Story Title: Learning to Trust- Pyro, Bobby
Author: Savvy
Characters/Ships: John, Bobby
Fandom: X-men
Summary: After coming upon Xavier's Academy, John tries to adjust to the life of a normal teenager.
Rating: R for language, sexual references in first few chapters. NC-17 for later chapters
Warning: Slash IN THIS CHAPTER, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I only own the story itself.
Added: December 27, 2006
Chapter 4: Growing Feelings
It had been one months since that talk and since I've grown use to being inside the school and going to classes along side Bobby. Since that talk I've haven't brought up the idea of my leaving. Hell, I didn't want to leave anymore. If I did, where would I go? What would I do? The answers haven't changed. I'd be doing the exact same things I'd done before I got here; living on the streets and hooking to get money. I didn't want to go back to that life. I wanted more for myself and here I could get that. I saw that now. Bobby kept me company. He introduced me to some of his friends and I tried my best to get to know them, but somehow they knew that I could care less if I was their friend or not, and because of that they stayed away. I couldn't get through a day without hearing a casual hello by those I passed; I passively nodded and head and continued on.
I was happy being alone. I didn't need anyone else. It took Bobby a while to realize that and eventually he gave up.
To pass the time when we were alone, we practiced our powers. I would start a fire; small though because we were usually inside when we did this, and Bobby would freeze the fire or else put it out. It's amazing how fast the time passed while we did this and it was even more fascinating how much water accumulated on the floor, beds and furniture before our eyes. We had a hell of a time getting the place back dry and I was guilty of singeing quite a few sheets and Bobby a few times. Though my ability to control my powers was getting better, I still slipped when I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I thought it was funny, but Bobby's using ice to cool the burn marks on his arms, yelled at me for being careless. I would apologize, though half-heartedly, and he would give in like he always would. That's just how he was.
During the night I would sit on the window seat and look out at the snow-filled grounds; Zippo in hand as I toyed with the flames; my mind was completely at ease. I thought about my life now. I had a roof over my head, food, and security. But something was missing that I couldn't quite figure out. I mean, what else could I want? I wasn't ungrateful at all. This was the first home I've actually had since I was small, so I was suppose to be content, right?
But I wasn't. I wanted more. Not material things, but something else. Maybe someone else. I leaned my head on the cold glass and glanced over at Bobby who sat reading on his stomach. Probably preparing for that test we had the next day. Why he worried when he made A's in everything, I don't know, but he was always a nervous wreck before exams. His forehead was scrunched up in that now familiar grimace making wrinkles across his forehead and his yellow pencil bounced up in down, stopping occasionally to write something before bouncing yet again. I should be studying too, because my grades were slipping, but my attention span was short as hell and studying got old quick.
Sitting here alone, next to a cold window was getting boring the longer I sat too.
"Take a break," I said throwing a pen at Bobby's head and smiling
He looked around at me and grimaced. "Shouldn't you be studying too? You do know you failed that last test?"
"I'll study once you take a break." I said preparing to aim another pen.
He looked at the makeshift bullet and sighed. "Fine," he smirked blocking my shot.
I pulled my legs back to give him room to sit down in front of me and grabbing a blanket from my bed I placed it over our legs to keep us warm. I bundled my arms under the cover and leaned my head against the glass.
"So…"
Bobby slouched down against the cushion behind his back and rested his legs on either side of my own. I felt his leg brush against mind as he got comfortable and my body tensed at the touch. My eyes closed partially as I calmed my nerves, then I looked back at him. "So?" he grinned.
"This is nice." And it was. My body warmed considerably next to his and I was now wide awake though it was going on midnight. I wanted to stay just like this…next to him.
He frowned at me and rolled his eyes. "Was this all you wanted to do?" he asked shaking his head disbelievingly. "I could be studying John."
"You could, but you know you want to spend time with your good buddy John," I added sarcastically, looking flattered all the while.
He laughed mockingly and made to stand. I don't know why I stopped him, but I did. I gripped his hand and pulled him back to look at me. "Really, I want you to stay. Just sit for a while." I have never pleaded for anything since that day when I was young. I had never wanted anything as much as I did right then. He leaned his head to the side and I knew he was on the fence about getting up anyway, but he stayed put. A flicker of happiness swelled up inside me. I waited as he got back comfortable and when he looked at me; those blue eyes shining from the glow of the snow falling outside, my heart swelled in my chest and I couldn't breath, so he spoke first.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked before looking out at the snow.
"Us," I said finally finding my voice.
He bit his bottom lip and smiled. "What about us?"
I looked down at my hands and flipped my lighter to buy time. I knew exactly what I meant. Since I arrived, Bobby was the only person I wanted to be with, not with like in a relationship…but with like friends. He understood me and I him, and when I was near him I felt alive. I looked at him like I looked at fire. He was my high, a tease that I enjoyed exploring; a thing I sought to control, though not fully. He was my opposite, calm, composed and confident. Being near him felt right…too right.
"I just, I don't know; wanted to say thank you…for you know…"
He nodded. "No problem."
I sat up a little and looked at his profile. "Why did you do what you did? When I first got here?"
He shrugged. "Honestly, I liked the challenge. You looked like you were a loner so I wanted to see if I could break down your walls, make you trust me."
"I've never trusted anyone before. I couldn't where I'm from."
"Tell me about it; about your past." He sat up and scooted closer to me. "I really want to know."
I looked at him and I didn't see mockery in his eyes. He was serious. He really wanted to know. So I told him…everything; about my mother and her boyfriend, about the accident at school. About not understanding how I was different from everyone else and not knowing that it was wrong to be what I was until it was too late. About my life on the streets; how I made a living by selling myself and how after months on the street I simply got use to being used and thrown away like trash. It all flowed out my mouth like an open faucet. I told him about my drug use, how I had been gang raped when one client turned into five before I could stop what was happening. I'd honestly forgotten about that until now. I described everything so clearly it almost seemed like it happened yesterday. It was like all the suppressed memories showed themselves in that moment and my mind couldn't handle them. I didn't realize that I was crying until Bobby pulled me into his arms and rubbed my trembling body. It's all in the past, he said soothingly; his tenor voice making more tears, but they weren't mine, but his own.
We sat like that, his arms around me until I calmed and no more tears flowed from my burning eyes. I sat up and looked at him. Before I could get the words out my mouth he nodded.
"You're secret is safe with me," he said knowingly. "I won't tell anyone."
And he never did.
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One year later.
"Wake up Pyro," Bobby said shaking my arms. I pushed his hands away and rolled to face the wall; pressing my pillow over my ears to drown out his voice. He sighed and continued shaking me until. Grabbing my Zippo from under my pillow I lit it and rolled over and thrust the flame under his nose. "It's too early. Leave me alone," I hissed coldly. He looked into the flames and smiled.
"It's your birthday," he laughed blowing the fire out with a cool breeze. "Get up. You have presents." He pointed to the foot of my bed where a tiny pile of decoratively wrapped packages lay. He must have seen my eyes lit up for he laughed and nudged me in my side. "Hurry and get dressed before the others come in. They want to see you open your presents."
He left the room as I dressed and when he came back Kitty, Siren, and a few others followed him. "Happy Birthday," they all yelled. Even after a year I still wasn't use to all the attention I was now getting. None of the people that stood before could be called friends, but they were nice and we talked occasionally. Bobby called them acquaintances and that's what they were.
"You look horrible," Kitty grinned looking at my flying hair and sleepy eyes.
You always look horrible; I couldn't help thinking though I smiled. "Nice to see you too."
"Open mine first," Siren said trusting a box shaped package into my hands. I looked at the card first and saw a devil boy playing with flames that read. "Keeping it Hot on Your Birthday." It was cute but the present was what I wanted. I pulled open the box and threw aside the filler paper and pulled out a black tee-shirt with the word "Pyro" written across the front in red bold lettering. It was really glittery.
"Um, thanks." I said feigning a smile and making a mental note to never wear the thing in public. It was a good gift though. I could dry off with it.
"Mine next," Kitty said thrusting her small present under my nose. I took it from her and opened it and to my astonishment, it was a book on pyrotechnics. "Wow, thanks," I said leafing through the pages and looking at the pictures.
One by one I opened the presents and in all I got several articles of clothing, several lighters, multiple hats and oddly enough a red flamed towel from Colossus. "I didn't know what to get," he grimaced.
I laughed.
As everyone left I sat looking at all my presents and it was then that Bobby; pushing the other presents aside, sat before me and held out his present. "Happy Birthday."
I looked at the boy before me and grimaced. He had changed so much from that boy I first met a year ago. I had changed too, but like anyone, I couldn't see how much. But Bobby was taller, his voice deeper and his eyes bluer if that were possible. He no longer had that boyish hair cut that I remembered, but his hair stood up at weird angles at the front of his head. And it was a light brown instead of dirty blonde. It looked good on him. He now wore a green form fitting tee that showed off his flat chiseled stomach and faded jeans; his grin showed his pearly-white.
I pulled my gaze from his face and took the offered gift. "You didn't have to get me anything," I said as I unwrapped the tiny box.
"I wanted to. Trust me, you'll like it."
I smiled and opened the box and inside lay a silver ring with a fire design and the words "Bobby and John" around the edge. Inscribed along the inside was the date we first met 'January 16.' As I looked at the ring I couldn't move. My mind was racing. My feelings for the other boy had grown over the course of a year and now, seeing our names there, intertwined between flames on the ring, brought all those feelings back to me. I couldn't speak.
"Do you like it?" He asked peering at the ring. I nodded and slipped it on my ring finger.
"Thanks," I said my voice breaking. I feigned a coughed to hide my nervousness.
"It's not too much is it? I knew I should have gotten you a shirt or a towel…"
"It's great," I said laughing at the joke. "I've never gotten something like this before, that's all." I bent my head and cursed myself for being such a girl over this all. It was just a damn ring. Why was I reacting this way?
He scooted closer to me and rested his forehead against mine. "John, we're friends. I'll do anything for you."
I looked up into his eyes; our noses brushing against each other as I pulled back to focus. "You're such a dunce, Iceman," I said smiling, noticing that his eyes rested on my lips.
"Is that so?"
"That's what I said."
He went to speak, but there was a knock on the door. "Oh, I forgot." Bobby stood from the bed and crossed to the door. I couldn't see who it was, but when he returned he was carrying a small chocolate cake. "This is a gift from the professors."
He placed it on the bed before me and sat. "So, make a wish," he said using one of my gifts to light the seventeen candles on the cake. I smiled and closed my eyes.
A wish. Where do I start? I could wish for something superficial like a car like those I saw in Scott's garage, or maybe a jet like the one below stairs. A new wardrobe wouldn't hurt, and I could definitely use a new pair of shoes. But none of them was what I truly wanted. I opened my eyes and looked at the boy before me and smiled and when he smiled back, I knew exactly what I wanted to wish for, though I knew it would never come to be.
I blew out the candles one by one and when I looked up Bobby peered into my eyes and smirked. God, was I that obvious?
"We'll eat this later. You ready for breakfast?"
"I'm starving," I smirked.
He stood from the bed and together we left the room.
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"I've never kissed anyone before," I confessed before downing another glass of wine. I reached for the bottle that lay on the floor at my feet and poured another glass. It was now thirty minutes after midnight and Bobby and I sat playing cards on his bed downing bottle after bottle of strawberry wine. I had convinced the other boy to drink with me. He had been hesitant at first, but after I forced him to drink a shot of the sweet liquid, he now drank willingly. The wine wasn't as alcoholic as I would have hoped, but it did create a nice buzz that was very welcomed.
My head spun as I threw back my second glass before picking up my cards from the floor.
"You're turn," I said.
"You've never been kissed?" he said disbelievingly.
"Is that so hard to believe? I may have been a whore at one time, but I didn't fall in love with my fucking clients. It was fuck and go my friend. Kissing didn't get me paid."
Bobby sat silent after these words. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"It's in the past. I'm over it." I snapped a little louder than I intended.
"I can teach you," Bobby said moving the cards aside and moving toward me.
"Like hell you will. That's the alcohol talking."
"I'm not drunk. I only had two glasses and anyway, mutants have a higher body temperature. We burn the stuff faster."
He moved to my side and smirked. "I'll be gentle," he said as he leaned in and I moved back.
"If you're not drunk, why are you doing this?"
"You ask too many questions, John. I'm doing this because I want to. Girls kiss their friends all the time. It's the same thing."
"Girls are weird."
"How intuitive!"
"Fuck you," I hissed. That was the alcohol talking but I didn't care. I knew if I kissed him he would know that I wanted more from him than friendship. I wouldn't be able to help myself.
He brought his face within inches of my own and gazed those baby blue eyes into my own. I could feel his warm breath on my face that turned icy cold as he blew a light foggy breeze over my face, making my entire body goose and my skin heat. I could feel his hands grip my thigh as he leaned in and I closed my eyes preparing for the kiss, that didn't come. I opened my eyes and saw him quickly look up. I looked down and peered at the erection about the burst through my pajama pants. My face blushed and I looked up nervously and met his eye.
"John?" he whispered moving his hands from my thigh. I shoved him away.
"I told you this was a bad idea," I hissed standing from the floor. "Just leave me the fuck alone."
I turned the only light in the room off and climbed into bed. My heart pounded in my ears as I pressed my head firmly into my pillow, pulling the blankets over me. I squeezed my eyes close to try and get his face out of my head, but the more I tried the harder it got. Shit, I thought as I pulled the covers higher. I knew this shit would happen. He thinks I'm a freak. That's all I need.
I heard him climb into his bed moments later. His bed squeaked as he turned onto his side and slept; his breathing growing calmer each second. How would I explain what happened in the morning? Hell, Bobby probably wouldn't look me in the face in the morning. What in the world was I talking about?
I knew I wouldn't have theses urges to sleep with guys if I hadn't gotten use to the feeling during those years out on the street. I wasn't gay by a long shot, but my body wanted something my mind didn't, or didn't want yet. I had hated gay sex at first; finding penetration extremely uncomfortable and fucking humiliating. But, after the fifth time, I guess my body accepted that this was what would be happening from now on and that I should to get use to. Guys paid the most, though I tried to deny it. Why not enjoy myself in the meantime? I thought. It started to feel real fucking good and it got to the point where I sought it out whether I needed the money or not. Fucking hormones. I figure there is some rift between my brain and my cock that now throbbed in my pants. I hadn't even been thinking about sex at the time, but my body sure had been and Bobby knew it. Fuck, he practically felt the damn thing through my jeans. I rolled onto my side and gripped my pillow; my head turned in Bobby's direction.
I had gotten through an entire year without this shit. Why did this have to happen now? Making sure that he was asleep, I rolled onto my back and pulled down my pants and boxers that were now wet with pre-cum. Fuck.
Raising one leg, I slid one finger, than another into my ass and stroked my erection; using the cum around the tip to lessen the rough friction my hand created. I bit my bottom lip to quiet my moans as I spread my legs further apart and slid my fingers in as far as I could get them; moving them in and out in rhythm with my other hand. My head pressed back into the pillow, I quickened the strokes; my body trembling as I pictured Bobby on top of me, his hips grinding into my ass as he thrust deeper and deeper into me; the cool tip of his dick making my body shiver as it toyed with my opening. The thought made my head spin as the thought of his head bent to his chest as he came flashed before my eyes. It would be fucking beautiful. I held my breath until I came, a small whimper escaping my lips, but nothing too loud as to not wake the sleeping boy in the next bed.
Then I heard it, a muffled moan coming from Bobby's bed. I wasn't sure whether I had imagined it or whether I really did hear it, because as soon as I heard it, it was gone. I lay on my side and listened, but the only sound I could was the beating of my own heart. Using the edge of sheet to wipe cum from my stomach and thighs, I pulled my boxers and pants up around my waste.
I listened to my heart beat until I fell asleep. I'd deal with the consequences of tonight in the morning.
Author Note: I would love to know what you think. I have yet to find all the mistakes in this chapter, but I'll be rereading it for grammatical and puncuation errors later. PLEASE REVIEW.