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, angst
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I only own the story itself.
Added: December 29, 2006

Chapter 6: A Dogged Faced Rose

I woke the next morning to a cold chill enveloping my entire body. Pulling the covers closer I sat up and looking around and saw Bobby sitting by the window that was thrown wide open; the wind blowing through pushing the curtains aside in its haste. The howl it made caused my ears to ring.

"What in the fuck is your problem," I yelled over the sound, my eyes squinted against the wind blowing directly into my face.

"Oh, sorry," Bobby laughed closing the window. "I needed some fresh air." He crossed back to the bed and sat on the edge, his hair strewn on his head; his skin cold as ice.

"Good morning to you too," he grimaced.

"You're supposed to pamper me when I wake up. Not freeze my ass off."

"Hahaha, we can all wish right?" he joked poking me in my nose. "Do you have any regrets about last night?"

"I have a lot of regrets about this morning," I sneered grabbing for my lighter and warming my hands with the flame. He scooted closer to my side and rubbed his nose against my cheek before kissing my ear. I grinned when he whispered naughty things in my ear some of which were down right disgusting, but in a good way.

He bent and blew out the flame and nudged me onto my back with cold hands. I winced at his touch. He kissed my lips; suckling at my bottom lip. "Bobby," I laughed when he blew an icy breeze into my mouth. "What's gotten into you?" I asked knowing the answer before he responded. "I want more," he groaned licking my chin and sucking my neck.

"Fine, but make it quick."

And he took me, letting me ride him until he came. We assuaged each other needs. When we weren't in class, eating, or hanging out with friends we fucked. Simple as that. We didn't make love; we had sex, no strings attached. We were friends and that's what friends did for each other. Rather that was Bobby's logic. I happily went along with it. I wanted him and he wanted me. We never talked about our relationship. There was no need. When he went on dates, I didn't feel any jealousy and it was the same for him I thought… But why should we be jealous, because when we finished with whatever girl caught our eye that week, we would come back to the other who sat waiting with open arms.

No matter how many people I dated, it was Bobby's arms I wanted to be in. I didn't tell him this though. I personally went on dates only to have something to do while he was busy. That may sound mean once you consider all the girls I hurt, but I didn't care. Like I said, I didn't care about anyone other than Bobby in that way. I trusted Bobby and no one else.

Five month passed like this but I should have known better to think that things would stay the same.

Maybe I didn't see what was right in front of me, but when Bobby woke up in the middle of the night crying his eyes out I didn't know what to do with him, or myself.

"What's wrong? I asked sitting up in the bed and looking at him. I had no motherly instincts so I was lost as hell. I instantly thought it was something I had done. We had only fallen asleep two hours ago after having sex. What could have happened in such a short period of time?

"It's nothing. Just go back to sleep," he sniffled climbing from the bed and walking into the bathroom.

I climbed out as well and walked to the closed door and knocked. "Iceman, tell me what's wrong?" I leaned my head against the wall next to the door and closed my eyes. I was fucking exhausted and right now I didn't want to deal with this shit, but hearing him crying on the other side of the door kept me at the door. "Open the fucking door."

"Fucking leave me alone." He yelled through the door, his words as cold as the ice that quickly formed around the knob making it impossible to turn. I beat on the door but he didn't respond.

"Fine," I yelled kicking the door with my foot but quickly regretting afterward as pain shot up my entire leg. I limped back to his bed and pulled my covers off and threw them onto my own and climbed underneath. This wasn't the first time he pulled this shit and I was sure it wouldn't be the last. I propped my head on my arm and looked toward the door. He would come out and this time I'd be waiting. Yeah, if you're thinking, this isn't the first time he pulled this shit. He did it a couple weeks ago too. I hadn't known what to do then and I didn't know what to do now. He would come out, ignore me like some dead insect smashed under his shoe and climb into bed. I would huff and fall asleep and in the morning he would act like nothing happened. We'd kiss and make up and go on with our day. At least I did. Something was obviously bothering him and until he told me what it was I stayed in the dark.

Just as I assumed he came out of the bathroom, his head hung low to his chest, his eyes red from crying so much. He didn't even glance my way as he climbed into bed and rolled to his side away from me. I didn't huff and go to sleep. He was going to tell me what was the problem or neither of us would be getting much sleep tonight.

I climbed out of the bed and walked over to his and pulling back the covers climbed into the queen sized bed behind him. "Bobby," I whispered rubbing his forearm and kissing his shoulder. "Tell me what's wrong?" I hadn't expected an answer so quickly, but when he spoke I could tell he was pissed.

"I'm tired of this, what we're doing." He looked over his shoulder at me and rolled his eyes. "I can't do this anymore."

I sat up and looked down at him. "Do what anymore?" I asked, preparing myself for the inevitable answer that I knew was coming.

He sat up and looked me directly in the face. "Don't you want to stop playing these games? Aren't you sick of dating other people?"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to see other people. We're just friends. That's what you said wasn't it?"

He bent and rested his head in his hands and shook his head. "Don't you like me?" he asked murmuring into his hands.

"Bobby?" I huffed.

"John, can you honestly say you don't have feeling for me?" he asked looking into my eyes.

I shook my head. "I don't know. You're my friend, and we have great sex, but…I'm not gay…" I flipped my Zippo in my hand. I knew he wouldn't take that for an excuse. We had both confirmed that we were bisexual months ago when we had sat up all night talking about which girls had the biggest boobs and then making out and fucking until the next morning.

"Fuck John," he hissed, snatching the lighter out of my hand and throwing it to the floor. "Don't pull that 'I'm not gay' shit. Haven't I've proved myself to you yet? I want to be with you. Don't you see that?"

He was sounding more like me everyday.

"What do you want me to say? That I want to be with you too? I don't know what the hell I want, Bobby. I'm not use to this shit!"

He glared at me; his chest heaving up and down as he fought to control his anger. I turned away from his prying eyes and looked out the window next to my bed. Why was I fighting him? He was my fucking best friend and he wanted to be with me. I should be happy about that, but I wasn't. The only thought that replayed in my mind was that he would hurt me. Everyone else did, why should he be any different. I trusted him as a friend, but not as anything more. As a friend I could keep him at a distance. There were no attachments. If the friendship ended I'd simply move on, unscathed. In a relationship everything would change. I could be hurt…again. I was unwilling to take that chance. I guess I didn't trust him as much as I thought. I had to tell him the truth.

"John," he whispered to my back, "I love you."

I winced at the words. God, couldn't he just drop it. "I don't love you," I said bluntly. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. I'm so fucking confused. "Don't love me, you'll only get hurt. Let's keep everything the way they are…."

"I don't want that," he growled pushing my comforting hand away. "Why are you so afraid to let me in?" he asked angrily. "How can you stay so distant after all this time?"

I shook my head and stood from the bed. "I should have fucking left before shit got this far." My eyes were burning and I turned my back to him to hide the tears that were now flowing freely from my eyes. I hadn't cried in over three years. I hadn't had a reason to. "I do want to be with you…" I said trying to keep my voice steady.

"Then be with me then," he yelled slamming his fist on the bed and accidentally freezing the sheets. He came to stand in front of me and pulled me into his arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you because I'm not like everyone else."

I looked up at his face that lay in half shadow. He stroked my cheek and bent to kiss my forehead. "You said you trusted me. Trust me now."

"I love you, Pyro," he said holding my right hand and twisting the silver ring that he'd given me on my birthday that now had the date we met and the date or our first kiss engraved on it.

He kissed me on the lips and held me tighter in his arms. I rested my head on his chest. "I love you too, Iceman."

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Seven Month's Later: January

"John, pay attention," Jean yelled to the back of the class during one of her many lectures on American History.

I snapped my focus back to the front of the class. The entire classes' eyes were on me. I smirked and flicked them all off and they quickly turned around in their seats. "Fucking nerds," I whispered as I flicked my Zippo in my hands and looked out the window where a long line of students were now following Cyclops to the garages. I leaned forward in my seat and watched Bobby trudge though the snow feeling right at home while those around him gripped their jackets closer around themselves and eyed him irritably.

I hid a laugh behind my hands as I looked at the ring on my finger. I took it off and read the three dates now lining the inner side. The newest one being the first time Bobby and I made love. It was the same night we said we loved each other. We had taken our time that night, enjoying each kiss, each caress, and each orgasm. My goosed by just thinking about it. Each time after that had been just as pleasing, but you always remembered the first; though it wasn't our first time, it was still rather memorable.

I had given him a similar ring for his birthday but it had icicles intertwining our names. The dates were the same. I could just see it gleaming on his finger as he crossed the snow.

"John?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice seeming far anyway even to my ears.

"What's the answer to the question?" Jean asked crossing her arms.

"What was the question?" I asked pulling my eyes from the window and looking at her. I smirked as snickers erupted throughout the room.

"You need to pay more attention, Mr. Allerdyce," she snapped before questioning another student.

"You should be more interesting."

She looked my way and glared. I shrugged and continued to flip my Zippo open and close, my powers lengthening and shortening the flame until the class was dismissed.

It wasn't a shock that I received detention.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"Did you hear about the new people?" Kitty asked walking to my left. I glanced down at her and shook my head.

"What new people?" I asked looking around for Bobby.

"A man and a girl. They were brought in last night by Cyclops, Jean and Storm."

I shrugged. "What's it to me?"

"She's in our next class," Kitty added enthusiastically.

"And your point?" I spotted Bobby a few feet away and Kitty's words few out the window.

"Urghh, you're horrible," she laughed walking ahead. "See you in class."

"Uh huh, that's nice." I ran to Bobby and held out my detention slip. "It's your fault, you know."

"How so?" he said handing it back and pecking me quickly on the cheek before anyone saw.

"I was watching you out the window. Grey asked a question and I had no idea what it was."

"And that's my fault how?" he joked as we walked to our next class together.

"You're distracting," I grimaced nudging him in the side.

"And, you're attention span is short, my friend," he laughed as we entered Storm's class and took seats in the back beside Kitty.

"There she is?" Kitty whispered, pointing to a brunette girl talking a seat just behind me. I glimpse a quick look at her and I wasn't impressed, but Bobby, it seemed was. I raised an eyebrow at the way he looked at her when she took a seat beside him. I was use to the way he looked at people. Girls mostly. He had four looks: An angry one; that could be distinguished from the others by the wrinkles that formed on his forehead when he scrunched up his nose. A happy and relaxed look that was obvious when he smiled for no apparent reason. An annoyed look. This one was hardest to distinguish because he may look calm and collect, but his talkativeness would go down a notch and he'd become almost like a mime. It was funny really. Then there was the 'I'm interested' look. I can't lie and say that I haven't seen this look on several occasions when he looked at girls in the school, because I had, but it was nothing compared to the way he looked at this girl. It was almost the same way he looked at me, except something was different. Too different.

"I'm Bobby. What's your name," he asked looking at the dogged faced girl.

"Rogue," she answered smiling.

I sat silently and watched as he did one of the tricks I'd watched him learn first hand in class a few weeks back. He formed a crystalline rose on her desk.

"Welcome to Mutant High." He smiled.

"John!"

What the fuck had I done now?

"What?" I asked turning in my seat and looking at Storm.

"What's the answer to my question?"

"How in the hell am I suppose to know?"

I got another detention at the end of that class too.

This was turning out to be a horrible day.