Bobby relished John's afterglow, but still had a problem of his own to solve. Well, he thought, time to arouse those young hormones, my friend. He positioned himself in front of John's entrance and slowly probed at it, trying to will it open further.
"Wait," said John, "Go easy. It's my first time."
"Yeah, mine, too." Then it suddenly hit me that it was his first time. He and Rogue had never been able to . . . oh god, Rogue. What was he thinking? If he did this with John, he would end up hurting her feelings. He doubted it would be from his loving someone else, but from acting on those feelings without letting her know first. He was cheating on her, he realized. Cheating. And he was supposed to be the one with morals.
A hand on his cheek pulled his face downward and he felt lips on his own. The touches brought forth a rush of emotion that he only felt with John. Should he wait until afterwards, or deal with it beforehand? The kiss was stronger and John was grinding his ass up against Bobby's dick. It involuntarily slicked with ice and slipped in almost effortlessly as the cold exterior molded to the man's shape, gently firming as John got used to the girth.
"Are you alright?" Bobby asked.
John nodded. "Yeah, you're just fucking freezing."
Bobby smiled. "Sorry."
He began thrusting into John; he closed his eyes with the sensations, thinking about how his body and powers gave him no choice – or, rather, made the choice for him. He would tell Rogue when he got back upstairs. Bobby could feel his orgasm building and fisted John's sandy-blond hair.
"You know what they say about when the iceman cometh?"
John laughed in pleasure. "Yeah, you better live up to that."
And did he ever.