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: NC-17 (Mature Readers Only)
Warning: Slash, angst BOTH WILL DEFINATELY BE IN THIS CHAPTER
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I only own the story itself.
Added: December 27, 2006

Chapter 5: I Could Get Use to This

When I woke the next morning Bobby was already up, his bed made and the sheets as cold as the temperature outside. I didn't even want to get up. What was the point? I hated uncomfortable silences and that's exactly what I would get when I saw Bobby. If my erection hadn't scared him away, his hearing me masturbate last night sure would have. But I wasn't sure if he had, so the probability of that was still in my favor. At least there some luck was on my side today.

After breakfast and my first class, I took a walk outside in the snow; the green hoody I'd been given on my birthday pulled tightly around my slim body. I had gloves on my hands and boots on my feet so I was quite warm. My naturally high body temperature didn't hurt either. I kicked the snow aside as I walked in the frozen and now dead gardens behind the school. The wind whipped around me as I circled what had been a rose bush and I pulled my cap tighter around me. I hadn't seen Bobby all morning. It didn't take a wise person to see that he was avoiding me. He was in my first class and unlike everyone else I hadn't been surprised when he hadn't shown up. I hadn't seen him at breakfast and after getting asked my multiple people where he was I now found myself out here in the fucking North Pole, freezing my ass off, but comfortably away from the watchful eyes of those inside the school.

Making my way around a particularly large hedge I veered around a pine tree and it was then that I saw Bobby sitting on a bench, his head resting in his hands. I ducked behind the tree and peered around to watch him. He didn't seem to be crying, but he wasn't as peppy as the Bobby I was use to.

This was what happened to guys who realize their friends get off near them. I fucking screwed up everything. Should I go talk to him? No. I would talk to him when he comes to talk to me. His terms. That would be best. I retraced my steps back to the school and walked back to our bedroom and curled up on my bed to get warm. I leaned over and picked up one of the lighters I'd gotten for my birthday and flicked the flint creating a small fiery glow. The flame thrashed back and forth before my eyes calming my senses. I could sit and look at this for hours if I wanted to. It was freaking hypnotizing, but for some reason my attention lagged and I pushed the lighter aside and fell back into the covers and waited. I would wait until he came back and stopped ignoring me. If that took all day, so be it.

I was patient.

I missed my second class and I missed dinner, but it didn't matter. It was worth it when he came through the door and looked down at me; his face flushed as if he'd just run and he probably had. He did that when he was angry about something. Was he angry at me now?

I didn't move, but lay under the covers, staring at the ceiling as he walked around the room gathering clothes and a towel before going to the restroom to take what I figured was a shower as I listened to the water pound the marble tile.

When he came out he was wrapped in the towel at the waist, his hair wet and strewn on his head in wet, dripping tangles. I saw his eyes glance my way before he dropped his towel and sat to lotion his semi-wet limbs. Was he expecting me to look at him? Because I wasn't. I stood from the bed and went into the bathroom to shower as well. It didn't seem like there would be much talking tonight and might as well take a bath before bed.

I preferred the Jacuzzi tub to the walk in shower. The water pressured soothed my muscles and when I finished I usually sat and listened to the bubbling sounds the shoots made. I turned the hot water on and got it as hot as I climbed in. The water hissed and steamed as I descended and once in a started washing. When I finished I leaned my head on the side of the tub and closed my eyes, the sound of the water rushing toward my body blocking out all other noise from the room next door. I didn't bother to think about what would happen once I stepped back into the room to face Bobby. He would either already be in bed sleeping or waiting for me to come out. I hope it was the latter. We really needed to talk.

It was after I climbed out the tub and let out the water that I realized that there were no more towels in the cabinet. I searched the beige tiled room from the ceiling to the floor but I couldn't find a damn one. Shit, now I wish he was asleep. I had to pass his bed to get to mine. That would be a sight to see. I looked hopefully in the laundry shoot where I'd placed my clothes after I undressed and checked to see if maybe the clothes hadn't fallen down; but I only saw darkness and lint. Crap. Well, I couldn't stay in here all day, and it wasn't like this was the first time he'd seen me nude; though those other times he known I was turned on by him. But like I said, I couldn't stay here all night.

I nudged the door open and peered out and saw that he was wide awake and reading on his bed. Fuck.

"I need a towel," I said from behind the door.

"Um, I don't have one."

"What do you mean you don't have one?" I snapped.

"The laundry was just picked up and they took it," he said

"Well, throw me something to dry off with."

I waited and listened to his feet moving around the room. "All you have is a shirt."

"What?" I hissed. "Where are my clothes?"

"Well, they couldn't tell which ones were clean and which ones weren't so they took them all."

"You let them?"

"What was I supposed to do, tackle them?"

"Yes."

The shirt was thrust around the door and I saw that it was one of my longer one that reached to me knees. I snatched it out of his hands and pulled it on and stormed out the room. I glared at him as I walked to my bed and sat, making sure that my shirt was down in all directions.

"Sorry," he called over to me as he climbed back onto his bed and opened his book.

"Sure you are. I bet you're enjoying this?"

"I am actually."

I turned around and looked at him. He smiled at me before turning back to his book. I tried my hardest to stay angry but the way he grinned as he read amused me. He sure knew how to piss me off. I pulled out my lighter and created enough heat to dry myself and heat the entire room and my back goosed as I felt a cool breeze blow past my back and when I turned I saw a tornado like wind blowing around Bobby's bed.

"Fuck, that's cold," I hissed wrapping a blanket around myself.

"Well, I wasn't about to bake in that inferno," he grimaced. We sat for a moment not looking at each other than when he spoke his words took me off guard.

"I can't do this anymore," he whispered, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He clasped his hands in his lap and looked around at me. "You know what I mean?"

I nodded as I pulled the covers closer to my lean frame and fell back into the covers. So, I was right. I had freaked him out the other night. What was I going to do now? There was a knock on the door that made us both jump. "Your laundries outside the door," a girl's voice said from behind the door. I looked at Bobby and he got the hint and went to the door and pulled in the basket of clothes. I met him as he backed into the room. He stood and turned around and ran flat into me.

"Um, sorry," I said looking up at the taller boy. God, I felt like a bitch standing beside him in only a thin white shirt and socks.

"It's my fault," he said, gripping my waist firmly as he moved around me. I could literally feel all the blood in my body flow downward to my groin at the touch. Fuck. I rummaged through the basket and pulled out boxer and wool pants. I faced toward the wall and pulled them on and crossed back to my bed and climbed in.

"Good night," I said switching off my side lamp and rolling to my side. I wanted to sleep. That was the only way to ignore the yearning need for sex that possessed me. I squeezed my legs tight and shut my eyes. Just breathe. Just fucking breathe!

"John?" His voice was close at my back. I lay unmoving. Maybe he would go away. Please let him go away! I felt his weight press down on the bed; the bed squeaked as he scooted closer to my back and rested a cool hand on my shoulder. "John?"

I couldn't ignore him any longer. "Huh?" I moaned, rolling around to look up at him. I scooted up onto my elbows to see him more clearly.

"We're friends, right?"

What an odd question.

"Yeah."

"You remember that promise I made a long time ago when I said I would keep your secret about your past."

"Uh huh, what are you getting at?" I was getting nervous now. Had he told someone about that night?

"I kept your secret then and I'll keep your secret now. I won't tell anyone."

"Bobby, what in the hell are you talking about?" I sat up.

He looked lost and his eyes wondered to the ceiling. He looked toward the blanket again and fingered a loose thread as he thought around for words.

"I mean about last night, when we were playing cards. When I tried to kiss you…"

"I said forget about that. It doesn't matter…"

"It does to me," he said cutting my words off in mid-sentence. "I know why you reacted that way. I had to think about it for a while today until I remembered exactly what you told me that night; about how you did favors in exchange for money and how you got use to it; and didn't fight it anymore. It's not your fault, I see that now." He paused and waited for some sort of resolution or shouts of denial that I couldn't give him. I meant every word I said that night. I had told the whole truth and now it was coming back to bite me.

"You were young. You didn't know what you were doing," he continued. "I can't hate you for wanting something your body accepted so long ago. I can't begin to understand what you must have gone through. I've tried to understand, but I can't." he shook his head then continued.

"We're friends and you told me that you trusted me more than you've trusted anyone else in your life and you promised that you'd give me whatever I needed, when I needed it, if you could. John, let me do the same for you. Let me help you."

"Bobby, are you high on gas fumes, because you're talking nonsense," I laughed nervously twirling the silver ring on my ring finger. "You're not gay so you can't help me."

"You're not gay either, so what's the difference? It'll just be sex."

"You're a virgin!" I hissed, quickly getting irritated.

"I'll give you my virginity," he murmured, his voice deep and trembling in his throat. He gripped my upper arms and looked into my eyes. "I want to give my virginity to you."

I tensed under his firm hold and my eyes faltered under his. "Bobby, I can't let you do that. We're friends but, I've only known you for a year."

He released my arms and moved closer to my side. "You've never been this considerate before. Don't start now," he murmured; his eyes barely visible as he looked at my lips and then into my eyes. "Let me do this for you."

My eyes partially closed as he caressed my cheek with his thumb, and they shut as he leaned in; pressing his lips against mine.

It was our first kiss.

I melted against his embrace as the hand on my cheek moved around to the base of my neck and massaged. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips as he suckled my bottom lip before deepening the kiss. I gripped his shirt and pulled him closer, our mouths' parting just long enough for him to climb under the cover with me and slide between my legs. My body quaked as his pressed down against my rising erection and began suckling my neck. I dug my fingers into his arms as my body eased and pushed him up.

"Bobby, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked looking into his eyes. His face had changed. It was no longer the face I remembered; calm and collect, but the face of someone horny and crazed by lust. His breaths were quick as he nodded and bent to recapture my lips.

With out hesitation, I gave my body to him and he took with the tender hands, and mouth of a virgin; gentle and unsure. I laughed as he nipped my earlobe and whispered 'help me' in my ear.

I pushed him onto his back and straddled him at the waist. Being on top of him in such a provocative way brought home the fact that this was my best friend lying before me; fully willing to give himself to my discretion. I wanted him more than anything I've ever wanted in my life, but I wanted to be gentle. It was his first time after all.

I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside and bent to line the curves of his abs with heated kisses. His hands rubbed my head as I suckled one tight nipple; circling my tongue around it before nipping it softly. His body rose from the bed as I licked from his chest to his neck and sucked the hot skin there. He tasted sweet to my buds and his scent was that of fresh after shave and cologne. I continued open mouthed kisses across his chin and seized his mouth once again, by hands gripping the sheet next to his head.

My hips moved back and forth over him as I massaged his erection between my legs and he gripped my ass and squeezed, pressing me harder yet over him.

It felt so good to be like this with him. He wanted me. I felt it in the way his tongue circled between my lips and by the way he looked at me when I broke the kiss.

I fumbled with my draw strings and I guess I took too long for he pushed my hands aside and gripped the strings in his hand and used his powers to incase the strings in ice that he snapped off like brittle sticks. He sat up and gripping the bottom of my shirt; pulled the fabric over my head and threw it aside before recapturing my lips. I grinned into the kiss as he pulled down my pants and boxers and threw them to the side as well. I was now completely naked over him and weirdly enough I felt comfortable under his prying eyes. I pushed him forcefully onto his back to reclaim control and pulled off his pants and boxers that were soaked with pre-cum. His erection sprung into the air once the fabric was off and I didn't have much time to marvel at the delicious site when he pulled me into another kiss, his fingers nails digging into my thighs as he spread them further apart and pulled me higher, so that I now sat over his wet shaft.

I hunched over him; back and forth and round and around until he growled and begged me for more. Taking his request I slid down his legs an off.

"Bend you legs," I said tapping his calves. He did as he was told though he sat up and looked down at me.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I smirked and gripped him in my hand and squeezed. His eyes closed and he collapsed back onto his back. I faintly heard the word "Fuck' murmured on a moan as I stroked his shaft. I've only heard Bobby curse twice since I arrived; once when I threatened to leave and now as he trembled in my hand; his thighs spreading wide as I stroked harder and tighter on his erection; his cum sliding over and between my fingers.

His body bucked when I took him into my mouth. He grabbed my head and tangled his fingers in my hair as I sucked the mushroom tip and pulled up; letting his seed trail from my lips in a pearly-white stream before taking his entire eight or so inches into my mouth again. I licked, I sucked, I teased until I heard him say my name. When he came I took him into my mouth; letting his cum ooze down my throat. God, he tasted so fucking good.

"I want it," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. I laughed and he did too, though I knew he was serious. I rose back over his penis; stroking to get it back hard. It didn't take that long before I had it standing at attention. My hands were skilled after years of practice. I knew exactly where to touch to make him cum once more, but I didn't want that. I wanted to ride him first.

I reached to the bedside table and pulled out a bottle of oil. I had already opened it to assist with past masturbations. I squeezed an ample amount on him, spreading it out with my right hand and using my left to rub some between my legs that was already moist with his sperm. Throwing the bottle on the floor beside the bed I lowered myself over his waist and sat.

"I want you on top," I said looking down into his blue eyes. He nodded and we switched positions.

"What if I do this wrong?" he asked and for the first time he looked unsure of himself.

"Trust me," I said positioning his erection to my opening. "You can't do this wrong."

"Pyro?"

"Just fuck me," I sneered; grabbing his back as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He grabbed my ass, lifting me from the bed and in one swift movement he thrust his entire dick into my ass, pushing all the air out of my lungs. "Shit!" I hissed as my body trembled, my head pressed down into my chest as I bit my bottom lip. I could barely breathe as he rocked me back and forth; his head bent beside mine as worked me into oblivion. He filled me completely; stretching me out more with each thrust he made. I missed this. I didn't know how much until then.

He did what felt good to him nonetheless. He would pull out until only the tip connected our two bodies. Then inch, by wonderful inch he would slide in and then out until he was completely inside me, then he would repeat until I begged for more. And he gave.

He learned quickly. When I moved to my knees, he entered me from behind with the knowledge I only assumed came from playful curiosity. He wasn't gentle in the least as he dug his nails into my thighs and forced me back and forth onto his cock. I was weak by now, my whole body trembling as I came for the third time; my legs spread wide as he pulled in and out of me in perfect rhythm with my heart. He continued on and didn't stop until he came deep inside of me, our exhausted bodies shivering as we both came down from cloud fucking nine.

"Damn Iceman," I said as I rolled onto my back beside him. "Ever heard of being gentle," I laughed.

"Well, you weren't exactly playing nice yourself," he said nursing his multiple wounds by placing a thin ice layer on top.

I ignored the burning scratches on my one fragile frame and pulled out my Zippo and toyed with the flame. Other smoked cigarettes and talked after sex. I played with fire. It was relaxing after receiving the brunt of someone's horniness up the ass for almost an hour.

"What now?" he asked looking at me, his boyish charm returning full blast as he leaned over me.

"Now," I said closing the lighter and setting it aside. "We sleep."

I grabbed his arm and wrapped it around my waist and together we slept, my head resting in the crook of his neck.

I could get use to this.

Author Note: Lots of adult content in this chapter! Now you understand the rating. PLEASE REVIEW.