St John the Divine: Aftermath
- Chibi Lurrel

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I couldn't stop staring at Bobby's half melted face. Apparently he'd hit a threshold of mutation we didn't know about, and instead of covering himself in ice, he'd managed to turn himself into ice. That Bobby Drake, always one step ahead.

His unintelligible screaming had finally died down, and Dr. McCoy was hulking over him with a pitcher of water in his hand. They'd managed to un-ice his arms and legs, and we working on refreezing his chest before they tackled his face.

I really hoped I hadn't managed to ruin the only good thing I'd ever had to look at in my life.

As I debated between skulking out and staying to apologize, Wolverine took the time to out-skulk me and popped up out of nowhere.

'So what the fuck did you do there, bub?'

I tried not to squeak. 'I uh. This,' I replied, wincing as I lit my still tender hands on fire.

He looked at them appraisingly. 'Huh. So I guess you have been training.'

Grimacing a little, I put them out and rubbed them together gingerly.

'Hurts?'

I nodded. 'Well, it's not like this skin was made to be set on fire. You should've seen me after my first try.' I glanced down at his hands, where the skin was rough but free of both scars and convenient holes for claws to pop out of. 'I guess you probably understand.'

He snorted. 'Probably better than anyone.' In the background, Dr. McCoy poured water down Bobby's icy chest. Nice.

'I swear though, if I'd known he actually turned into fucking ice I probably wouldn't have punched him in the face like that.'

Logan actually laughed. I was a little distracted by Bobby moaning and the sound of ice cracking to really be proud of myself.

'Don't blame yourself, kid, this is our fault. He should be fine though. There, look, Hank got him all fixed up.'

And of course he was right. There Bobby was, sitting on a table with a huge fucking bruise on his face, but not really the worse for wear. I shuffled over, Logan flanking me.

'Uh, so. Sorry, man,' I said. God, I was so fucking lame.

Bobby had his hand cradling his jaw. 'It's cool. I have no idea what the fuck I just did though. I don't really know how useful actually turning myself into ice will be, but I guess it's cool.'

'A real hit at parties. Just snap off some fingers and the drinks are delicious.'

He laughed and then winced. 'Jesus, you don't pull your punches.'

I managed to grin back – thank god he wasn't mad, oh man he doesn't hate me -- and pulled up my shirt to show him my black and blue ribcage. 'You're one to talk.'

'Shit man. This was probably a bad idea all around.' He lightly pressed a hand up against my ribs and they felt like the world's most sexually arousing ice pack, and that's when I realized we were alone in the medical wing.

'Dude, where did everyone go?'

Bobby grinned. 'Whatever.' He shot some ice at the lock on the door, a big honking block of it.

'I guess you're feelin' better, huh? Quick recovery?'

His hands were cold resting on the waistband of my pants, and he pulled me up onto the table. The giant bruise ruled kissing proper out so I went for the collar bones, since he was already shirtless. I added a couple of love bites to his already bruised chest.

Bobby moaned, and that was pretty hot, and I managed to get my shirt off sometime in between licking Bobby's neck and biting on his ear. His perpetually chilly hands tweaked at my nipples and ran down my spine to my ass and pulled me closer to him as we awkwardly sat on the medical table. Then they went for my pants.

'Bobby, you gotta warm up your hands before they go anywhere near my dick,' I panted, my nerves already jumbled from blowing shit up less than an hour before hand. He grinned deviously up at me and said, 'Okay, so warm them up.'

He snaked a hand behind my head and pulled my face closer to his, and even with a bruise the size of my hand on his face he was still gorgeous. His other hand came up and he brushed his fingers across my bottom lip. I got the hint and sucked his fingers into my mouth, my tongue swirling around them like it was about to do to his dick (okay, maybe a little more biting with the fingers). He moaned and I palmed his erection through his ridiculous leather pants, and then licked his palm, releasing his hand from my mouth so it could make its way into my pants.

I was so hyped up at this point that the hand job didn't take too long, and Bobby licked his fingers clean. What a tease. I scrambled off the table and he swung his legs over it, unzipping his pants (totally commando) as I got to my knees. It was a good height.

'If you turn to ice while this is happening it's probably going to suck. For you. A lot.' He laughed and braced himself on the table.

'Yeah well, thanks for the warning. I'll take my chances.' His cock was never as cold as the rest of him and he groaned as I took him into my mouth. He fisted a hand into my hair and he shot pretty quickly after I deep throated him. I swallowed and grinned up at him, and he grinned back and sighed. As I stood up though, he got a more troubled expression.

'Look, I don't know if this is a great idea.'

'Blowjobs are always a good idea, Drake.'

'No, seriously, we shouldn't be fucking up the team dynamic.'

I looked over at him as I stretched out my legs. 'I'm not even part of your little wonderteam, so don't get your hopes up. Can we talk about this after a shower?'

Bobby got off the table and shrugged. 'Fine.'

'Look, I'll see you at dinner. I gotta find my shirt.'

'Okay. Can you melt the door lock?' I did it without looking, but his footfalls assured me I didn't scorch him or anything. I eventually found my shirt under the table and pulled it on. I felt pretty gross, sweating and grimy and maybe a little used, and I yawned as I walked out into the hall of the medical wing. And took a wrong turn right into another room.

Dr. McCoy was there, checking some machines that were hooked up to a body lying still on a bed. I had managed not to run into anything and crouched back, making myself small and unnoticeable. As he replaced an IV bag, he said, 'We'll get you back up to speed in no time at all, Professor.'

It was like my heart stopped. I jerked away from the doorframe, and forced myself to walk, not sprint, back to my room.

Professor Xavier was alive. I didn't know in what shape he was in, but if he was conscious, that meant he knew. He already knew everything.

I had to make a phone call.

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