Hey readers! Okay, so this chapter is all Bobby and John fluff. It's not like sickly-sweet, so I wasn't gagging as I wrote it, but it is fluffy. I think next chapter is going to be my last one, I'm sorry to say, but I'm working on an idea for another fic so you haven't heard the last of me!
Thanks again to my lovely consistent reviewers: malicious fairy, Pyrowhore, and blackrose197666!! Thank you all for reviewing and please continue!
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John slowly opened his eyes, not quite willing to let in the light of day. He wished he could go back to sleep but something was stopping him. It was ridiculously cold!
John turned his tired eyes to the window and was unpleasantly surprised to see-
"Snow. Fucking snow. Why does it always have to snow?!" John knew he should have seen this coming. One of the younger girls at the institute could see the future and had been yammering on about it since July. 'It's gonna snow this Christmas! White Christmas! It's gonna snow!' And snow it did. There was at least a foot and a half and it was still coming down hard.
It was finally Christmas. John had been trying to conceal his excitement for the past week. It was his thing. John Allerdyce didn't show emotion, unless that emotion was rage, sarcasm, or, very occasionally, concern, but only when Bobby was on his mind. To show joy or giddiness wasn't something that John did. And Christmas was linked to both of those emotions. But he was excited now, there was no denying it. Excited and freezing!
"Dammit!" John muttered, shivering, "I could have had anybody, I really could have! But I went for the walking ice machine," John sighed and placed his hands on Bobby's side, preparing to shove him out of their bed, as he had done every morning since they had first started dating. Before making the initial shove, John pulled his hands back.
No, He thought, Not today. It's Christmas. John ran a hand through Bobby's blonde hair and planted a light kiss on his forehead.
Bobby's ice blue eyes opened slowly, "Johnny?" He asked, his voice full of disbelief. The ice mutant sat up and began patting the bed and pillow as if he were blind, "Ok, either this floor has gotten much more comfortable since I was pushed onto it last or you didn't push me off."
"Ding, ding, ding," John smirked, "We have a winner. Merry Christmas, Bobby."
"Merry Christmas, Johnny."
"Hey Iceman, I got a question," John said, sitting up, "How come we say Merry Christmas, but Happy everything else?"
"How should I know? I didn't make up all the rules."
"You're right, that's Scott's area of expertise, I'll ask jolly old Saint tight-ass when we go in the main hall for breakfast."
"We should probably go soon, Scott wanted everyone there by eight o'clock."
John groaned, "Well, what time is it?"
"Like seven forty-five," Bobby said, sneaking a peak and the alarm clock on the other side of their bed.
"Yeah, then I guess we should. But first, let's give each other our presents up here."
"Why?"
"It's gonna be like mass chaos down there, you wouldn't know my gift from anyone else's and I wouldn't know yours."
Bobby shrugged, "I guess… wait a minute. Is that your real reason or is your gift just inappropriate in mixed company.
John feigned a look of shock and insult, "Why Bobby! Do you honestly think I would do that?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I'm busted. I guess I'll just have to save the pink fuzzy handcuffs for your birthday."
"Pink fuzzy whats?!?!?!"
"Joking."
"Yeah, you'd better be."
"No, but seriously, we should give our presents to each other up here."
"Fine, get mine and I'll get yours."
John reached his hand under their bed and pulled out a small, rectangular gift wrapped in ice blue paper. Bobby was holding a small, square gift wrapped in deep red paper.
"Ok," Johnny said, handing Bobby his gift, "Merry Christmas."
Bobby took it and opened the wrapping paper carefully, so that it wouldn't tear. Bobby had a minor case of OCD when it came to opening gifts. He freaked out if the paper tore.
"Oh my god, hurry up!"
"Shut up and let me be! I don't complain when you take forever getting ready for the snow!"
"Dude! I control FIRE! Hello? Fire equals warm. Warm and cold don't mix well, my friend!"
"Oh, well thanks," Bobby muttered.
"Shit…that came out wrong. I didn't mean it like that… Crap, I feel like Marie."
Bobby laughed, "No, I get it, I was just messing with you," He looked down at the unwrapped gift. He looked confused at first.
"Johnny? Why'd you get me The Exorcist? You know I hate horror movies… oh my god! Oh, Thank you!"
"Ha ha…see, I'm not a total idiot!"
Bobby thought back to when he had first seen The Exorcist. It had been the best night of his life.
-----------Flashback--------
Bobby, John, Marie, Kitty, Jubilee, Warren, and Piotr were having a movie night. The group had voted, by an overwhelming majority, to watch a horror movie. Bobby had been the only opposition, with the exception of Jubilee whose opinion was quickly swayed when Piotr said that he would hold her the entire time.
"The Exorcist?" Bobby had said, shocked, "No way! I hate horror movies!"
"Get over it Drake, this movie's amazing!"
"Yeah, Bobby, grow up!" Kitty had chimed in.
"Bobby, don't listen to them," Marie cooed in her southern drawl. John shivered in disgust, almost unable to contain the snarl that was causing his lip to curl in hatred, "You just sit with me, and ignore them others." Marie stroked her gloved hand up and down Bobby's arm.
John shook his head and focused on getting the plastic wrap off of the DVD. Damn plastic… why was so hard to get off? Jesus!
"John!" Bobby had cried, "You're gonna break the movie! On second thought, continue."
Marie laughed in a sickly sweet voice. John hated that laugh more than anything, "Oh, Bobby, you're so funny!" she continued to coo.
John busied himself with his lighter.
After about an hour of the movie, the girls were asleep on the couches and floor, Warren had left to go to his room, and Piotr had got assigned to patrol the third floor hall at the last minute.
Bobby had the blanket pulled up to his eyes, only looking over on occasion. John had watched the entire movie unfazed, he had barely spoken a word since the beginning.
"That girlfriend of your is a piece of work, Drake."
"Yeah," Bobby said, not picking up on the insult, "She's something isn't she?"
John rolled his eyes. 'God, he holds that slutty bitch on the highest freakin' pedestal!'
"What?" Bobby asked, pissed off.
'Oh fuck, did I say that out loud?' "Nothing."
"No, what did you say about her?" Bobby growled.
"Nothing dammit! Just watch the fuckin' movie!"
"No! Dammit, John! Tell my what the hell you said!" Bobby yelled….
-----------End Flashback----------
Bobby smiled thinking about it. He and John had woken up the next morning, on the couch, in each other's arms. He barely remembered how it happened. One minute they were fighting, just about ready to rip each other's limbs off and then they were kissing, oblivious to the rest of the world. And the fact that John even cared enough to remember what they watched when they first got together, well, it meant a hell of a lot.
"No, you definitely aren't an idiot! Thanks so much Johnny, you have no idea how much this means to me."
"It may be Christmas, but your still not allowed to call me Johnny! Jesus, I hate that goddamn name! It sounds like a six-year-old's name."
"Oh…well, um… here." Bobby handed his boyfriend his present. John, unlike Bobby, attacked the poor paper until it was in smithereens on the floor. John removed the cover off the navy blue box that was revealed. Inside was a gray lighter with shark teeth painted on the top. It looked just like his first ever lighter, the one Marie had destroyed when Bobby and John told everyone they were dating. This one however, had Johnny engraved on the side.
John smiled, "Okay, maybe Johnny isn't such a bad name after all."
"Look, if you really don't like it, I can get you something else. I mean, I just thought-"
John put down his lighter and captured Bobby's lips in his. He wrapped his arms around the ice-mutant's neck and pulled him closer. Bobby wrapped his arms around Johnny's midsection and deepened the kiss.
Johnny pulled his lips away from the larger mutants and started kissing down Bobby's jawbone and neck. Bobby let out a soft moan and John smiled into the kisses. John pulled off Bobby's shirt in one fluid motion. As Bobby reached forward to do the same for John, a knock thundered at the door.
"Drake! Allerdyce! You're late! Get your asses down to the main hall, now!" Scott's voice called through the door.
John sighed and pulled his shirt back down, "Hey Bobby, I'll give you twenty bucks if you say 'Sorry, mine's a bit preoccupied right now.'
"John!" Bobby sputtered, "No way in hell!"
"Fine, fifty bucks! I'll steal the extra thirty from Warren; he's loaded.
"No!"
"Killjoy."
"Drake! Allerdyce! Now!"
"Right away, Saint Tight-ass," John muttered.