St John the Divine: Out
- Chibi Lurrel


'Bobby. Bobby. Bobster. Popsicle. Iceman. Icy. Bobtastic. Robert Drake. Drake. Drakey-poo.'

'Jesus Christ, will you fucking SHUT UP?' The door slammed open. Victory was Pyro's.

'I think you should let me take you out to dinner.' Pyro leaned into Bobby's room, hand keeping the door propped open.

'It's not like I didn't get called back to do something here, you know? I have work to do and I can't get it done if you keep bothering me about every little damned thing and –'

'Hey.' Pyro said it softly, and Bobby looked down. The door handle was encased in a huge block of ice that had latticed its way up the wood.

'Shit.'

'Can I come in?'

Bobby was shaking ice off his hand. 'Fine.' The door clicked loudly behind him as he sat down on Bobby's bed. There were piles and piles of papers and books littering the desk in the corner, and then the floor around the desk.

'Look, Bobby. I just need to talk. This is bullshit, what we're doing, and if you don't. I'll go.'

Bobby sat heavily down on his desk chair. 'If I don't what?' His eyes were hard, little ice chips that bored right into John. God, Pyro hated metaphors.

'If you don't want me to stay. If you want me to go, I'll go.' He had to say it through gritted teeth.

Bobby sighed. 'I do want you to stay. I just. This isn't California, John. This isn't some tiny little apartment where no one knows us.'

'The professors don't give a shit.'

'What?'

'You think letting us fuck in the Medical Wing was an accident? Hank told me they were just 'giving us space.' Pretty much Storm thinks we bang every night. I know you've been caught up in a lot of research for Lord knows what, but I mean. Why'd you bring me here?'

'I thought you'd like it here. I thought maybe I could change your mind. Like I couldn't back at the Lake.'

That was a weird thought. 'You know I've already. I've already changed my mind about a lot of things, Drake.'

'Yeah well. I guess I just wanted to be that catalyst or something. I can't even believe Storm knows we have sex.'

'It's kinda hot.'

'Jesus.'

'Whatever, man, you know it is.'

'Anyway, John, if you think you need to go, then go. It's not up to me.'

'I'm making it up to you,' and that sentence was so loaded neither of them knew where to go with it.

'Well.'

'If I stay we actually get to be dating though.'

'I didn't even say yes.'

'If you don't we won't be dating at all.'

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'You two are cute together,' Jubes said to him one night on the porch. She was, it turned out, really bad at quitting smoking. Wolverine grunted and she laughed.

'I meant Pyro and Iceman, not Wolvie and Pyro.'

'Hmph.'

Pyro just sucked on his cigarette. A lot had changed at the mansion. A lot hadn't.


Author's Note: Aaaah ff.n.