Fic: Recharge; Part 5/6; DCU/Marvel; Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit); NC-17
Title: Recharge
Part: 5/6
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Continuity: Current DCU comics verse cross over with Ultimate X-Men, to keep things simpler. However, Gambit is the 616 version because he’s cooler. If this sounds confusing, don’t worry. It makes sense in the context of the story.
Rating: R this part; Over all NC-17
Warnings: Violence, is all.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 3,000 ish
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Jean laughed when Tim asked her how to get a hold of Gambit and promised to get in touch with one of his contacts as soon as possible. She didn’t ask what it was about. She already knew and clearly thought it was amusing as hell.
Tim was starting to think Jean liked him. This was good for Scott as her affection for him and her cooperation with Tim were really the only things keeping Tim from breaking Scott’s nose.
When he asked Forge for some listening and recording device, Forge didn’t ask any questions either. He just gave Tim a long suffering look and handed him a couple of small devices. He didn’t even bother to look from his work on the Phase Oscillator while he explained to Tim how to use them.
Tim slipped off to Beast’s computer, next, to create a hidden recording file to which Forge’s device would transmit. He made sure to be done and out of Beast’s lab before Beast got back from his snack. While Beast was considerably less grumpy on a full stomach, he was still a bit tetchy with Tim about the whole breaking and entering plan.
It took a little more effort to convince Scott to let him use one of the cars. He did not, technically, have a driver’s license in this universe. After more than an hour of arguing with Scott, Tim was seriously considering hotwiring one of the cars and running the stupid bastard down to show him just how good of a driver Tim really was. That was when Jean intervened and handed him the keys to her car.
He smiled gratefully at her. She patted him supportively on the back. Scott sulked. Tim twirled the key chain around one finger and decided to consider this another victory.
He nabbed a GPS and a clean pair of jeans from Forge before taking off. It took him almost three hours to get into the city where meet up with Gambit was supposed to be. He made sure to park a few blocks away from the coffee house. He walked there with his head down and his eyes unfocused, watching everything and focusing on nothing in his field of vision. Just like Shiva taught him.
In Gotham they had places that Dick referred to cheerfully as ‘a hole in the wall’. They were businesses that rented out very small spaces. Restaurants that were about the size of Bruce’s bathroom and shops that were even smaller. This coffee shop wasn’t so much a hole in the wall as it was an underground lair.
The only reason Tim found the place at all was the small sign that hung out over the awnings of the businesses around it. It was just above a door that led to a steep stair case which decidedly did not comply with any of the handicap friendly statutes they had in Gotham city.
The steps and exceptionally narrow stair case were illuminated by one dull and flickering light bulb and led Tim down to another doorway. He pushed it open with some difficulty and slipped in to the coffee shop proper.
It was even darker than the stair way. The ceiling was low and the floor was darkly carpeted. The lighting was muted and the lamps were few and far between. The walls were painted a dark green and were almost completely papered over by flyers and show announcements. Mismatched tables, surrounded by even more mismatched chairs, lined the walls.
If it wasn’t for the distinct scent of coffee and the thick press of steam in the air, Tim would have thought the place looked more like a bar than a coffee shop.
He scanned the tables and didn’t find Gambit. Relieved he went up to the heavily pierced and very bored looking girl at the counter. He ordered a decaffeinated tea, thanked the girl, tipped her and took his tea over to a table in the far corner. It had a good view of the both the front door and the door to the back of the little shop without looking like he had deliberately chosen it to have the view of the exits.
He reached into his pocket and thumbed on the transmit button to device Forge had given him. He doubted it would be able to send out a signal from this basement. Tim suspected that was very probably why Gambit had chosen this place. However, it could still record.
He lounged back in his chair and watched the patrons as he waited for his tea to steep. He was just taking the tea bag out of his mug when Gambit slipped through the front door with a smile and a wave for the girl behind the counter.
He immediately caught sight of Tim waiting for him in the corner but he didn’t miss a beat. His smile was still firmly on his face as he walked up to the counter and charmed a coffee out of the bored girl with the piercings. He took a sip of his coffee, complimented the girl and threw her one last smile before sauntering, literally sauntering, over to Tim.
Gambit set his mug on the table and sunk into the seat next to Tim. He gave Tim a considering smile and leaned back in his chair, his trench coat falling open to reveal a tight black t-shirt and jeans. He wasn’t wearing a bandana in his hair today and the bangs fell heavily into his face, hiding the dark red glitter of his eyes.
He still hadn’t shaved.
“I was told to expect one of the X-men. You join up that quick?” he asked and fiddled with his coffee mug.
“Not at all. I’m their pet nuisance. They’ll do just about anything to get rid of me as quickly as possible,” Tim answered.
“Where do I come in?” Gambit tilted his head and regarded Tim with amusement.
Tim pulled out a sheaf of papers with the information for the job and handed it to Gambit.
“I need a certain item from this lab’s inventory. Since you did such a good job breaking into and out of S.H.I.E.L.D’s facilities last time, I figure you would be perfect for this job,” Tim explained to him.
“What’s in this for me?” Gambit’s voice took on a suspicious tone.
Tim picked up his mug and shrugged.
“The satisfaction of a job well done? The knowledge that you helped your fellow man? Learning experience?” Tim suggested and lifted his mug to take a sip of his tea.
“Turns out, cheri, that none of those things pay the bills,” Gambit informed him with a smirk.
“I don’t think you understand. I’m stranded here. I have nothing you could possibly want. I have exactly one dollar and twenty three cents in my pocket. I don’t even have my own toothbrush and I’m wearing someone else’s underwear,” Tim explained, trying to look like he didn’t have any other options.
“Oh, mon cheri, you have plenty of things I want,” Gambit told him with an appreciative look. “But nothing I’d be willing to take in exchange for a job this dangerous.”
Tim looked at Gambit over the lip of his mug before setting it down on the table and leaning back in his chair again. He let the worried expression fall from his face
“Then I’ll tell you what I will give you. I will give you my assurance that the recordings I’ve made of this conversation, along with the list of your contacts I’ve collected and documented, will never fall into S.H.I.E.L.D’s hands,” Tim kept his expression easy and unconcerned but let his eyes go dark and serious.
Gambit gave him a shocked look before narrowing his eyes and leaning forward, bracing his arms on the table between them.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Gambit asked, incredulity making his accent go thick.
“Where I come from, we call it ‘inspired persuasion’,” Tim qualified with a shrug.
Gambit’s mouth went tight and he rocked back into his chair.
“You’re bluffing,” he said but there was no certainty in either his voice or his face.
Tim smiled at Gambit and ran his finger over the edge of his mug.
“Turns out, following people and collecting information about them is something at which I excel. I’ve been doing it since before I hit puberty. I’m really very good,” Tim told him with a smile.
Gambit watched Tim for a moment, sizing him up before his expression changed and he switched tactics.
“The minute you went to them, they would lock you up,” Gambit pointed out.
“Not if I was willing to make a deal. Information on you for papers and clean slate. If I don’t get this device, I’m going to be here for a long time. I’ll need them. And I’m not even a mutant, just an innocent victim of circumstance. They have no reason to lock me up. Besides, I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy they’d be willing to make a deal like that to get their hands on,” Tim pointed out.
Gambit pursed his lips and Tim fought the urge to lick his own.
“You’re not an innocent victim of anything. You broke out of there, too. You helped us. S.H.E.I.L.D won’t just forget that,” Gambit put in.
Tim gave him an innocent look.
“I didn’t break out of there. You stole me, remember?”
Gambit shut his eyes and Tim could see his jaw tighten in anger and indecision.
“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find something expensive enough to sell while we’re there,” Tim coaxed.
Gambit opened his eyes in surprise. Suddenly his expression changed and he threw back his head and laughed. It sounded very loud in the muffled coffee shop and everyone turned to look at them both. Not that Tim could blame them.
Tim watched Gambit laugh contemplatively, trying not to think too hard about the rippling line of his exposed throat or the curving jut of his jaw.
“You are an annoying little cuss, you know that?” Gambit asked Tim with a smile when he finally stopped laughing.
“It’s been said. Now let’s get out of here before the barrista loses all semblance of control and comes over here to throw herself at you. She doesn’t strike me as your type and the whole thing would be embarrassing for you both.” Tim stood up and grabbed his mug from the table.
Gambit smiled up at Tim before standing and stepping in close to Tim. They were mere centimeters apart and Tim could smell the coffee on Gambit’s breath as he spoke.
“Jealous, cheri?” Gambit drawled, laying the accent on extra thick.
Tim titled his head back and quirked a sardonic eyebrow up at Gambit.
“Not remotely,” he answered and was very proud at how steady his step was as he walked back over to the counter to return his mug. Though, he couldn’t help the slight shiver than ran down his spine as Gambit’s husky laughter followed after him.
Gambit led Tim to the nearest train station, three stops and eight blocks later Gambit keyed opened the lock to an apartment. The furnishings clearly came with the place. The rest of the place was pretty much bare and Tim assumed this was one of Gambit’s safe houses.
They made their way into the small kitchen and as Gambit flicked on the light, Tim set the blueprints out on the table. It took them about an hour to figure out their entrance and route though the buildings. It took even longer before they agreed on which equipment to use and where they could get it.
Gambit said he had sources but Tim preferred to use Forge’s stuff. At least Forge was a known quantity. Gambit finally came around and agreed to use Forge’s stuff. Tim was almost sure it was because it would be cheaper than paying off his usual sources.
Tim agreed to grab their equipment from Forge at the School tomorrow. Gambit made a call to a contact who knew some inside information about S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. He planned to meet with them early the next morning.
After some deliberation they decided that it would be best to spend some time the next evening staking out the building to see when they should make their move. Tim was still gazing down at the blueprints when Gambit yawned, stretched and stood up. Tim was so abstracted with the plans, trying to figure out the timing, he didn’t even notice as Gambit stepped in close behind him.
The first warning his mind processed that his personal space had been invaded was the faint whiff of old tobacco smoke and coffee. He started and twisted his head around to glance back up at Gambit.
He watched Tim with a contemplative expression on his face; a faint smile hovered at the corners of his mouth. He took another step forward, crowding Tim back against the edge of the table. They both regarded each other intently for several long minutes, Tim didn’t want to be the first to break eye contact and he was almost certain Gambit felt the same way.
“I can all but hear you thinking there, mon ami,” Gambit drawled, his voice pitched low. He lifted a hand and tapped one gloved finger gently against the side of Tim’s head. Gambit let his index finger card, feather light, through the hair at Tim’s temple and Tim felt his stomach knot tightly.
The realization that no one had touched him, skin to skin, in almost a week, came to him then. Not since Tim had arrived in this world. Even at home, physical contact for him was rare.
“There’s still a lot more planning that needs to be done,” Tim said, but made no move to dislodge Gambit’s hand despite the intimacy of the touch.
“We can’t do anything more until we get more information,” Gambit pointed out softly and trailed his hand down to cup gently at Tim’s jaw.
Tim broke eye contact and looked off to the side. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, smelling Gambit all around him as gloved hand lightly fingered Tim’s jaw line.
A strong arm wrapped around Tim’s waist and pulled him firmly against the long, hard, lean length of Gambit’s body. Tim allowed himself to be pulled into the embrace but made no move to return it.
His mind had gone oddly blank. Every waking minute of Tim’s life for the past few months had been devoted to planning and thinking and reasoning. Now he couldn’t even seem to focus on his breathing.
He wasn’t surprised when Gambit leaned down and pressed a light, closed mouth kiss to Tim’s lips but a thrill shot down his spine nonetheless. Rough stubble rubbed along Tim’s jaw as soft lips coaxed him into a kiss. He opened his mouth under Gambit’s and a jolt of arousal flowed through him when Gambit’s tongue pressed past his lips and slid, hot and wet into his mouth.
Tim breathed a sigh out his through his nose and lifted his arms to wrap around Gambit’s neck. Gambit groaned into his mouth, he tightened his arm around Tim’s waist. He lifted Tim and set him down on the table, nudging Tim’s knees apart and pressing in between them.
Tim lifted his hands to thread through Gambit’s dark silky hair, pressing their mouths as tightly together as he could.
Gambit slid a hand down to gasp Tim’s thigh, using his hold on it to wrap one of Tim’s legs around his waist. Gambit’s kisses became less and less gentle with each passing second and Tim was having a hard time remembering how to breathe.
A thrill of fear shot though him, washing away the haze of arousal. He used his hold on Gambit’s hair to pull him back and break their kiss.
Gambit was panting, his lips wet and slightly swollen. His eyes were glittering again at they watched Tim with arousal and intent.
“You’re doing that thinking thing again, mon cheri. Stop.” Gambit husked, his accent thickened with passion and lust.
“It’s not that easy,” Tim whispered back and swallowed hard. He braced his hands against Gambit’s chest and pressed him back before hopping down off the table and walking out of the room.
Part Six
Part: 5/6
Author: Aravis Tarkheena
Pairing: Tim Drake (Robin III)/Remy LeBeau (Gambit)
Continuity: Current DCU comics verse cross over with Ultimate X-Men, to keep things simpler. However, Gambit is the 616 version because he’s cooler. If this sounds confusing, don’t worry. It makes sense in the context of the story.
Rating: R this part; Over all NC-17
Warnings: Violence, is all.
Disclaimer: Not mine, everyone's legal.
Word Count: 3,000 ish
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Jean laughed when Tim asked her how to get a hold of Gambit and promised to get in touch with one of his contacts as soon as possible. She didn’t ask what it was about. She already knew and clearly thought it was amusing as hell.
Tim was starting to think Jean liked him. This was good for Scott as her affection for him and her cooperation with Tim were really the only things keeping Tim from breaking Scott’s nose.
When he asked Forge for some listening and recording device, Forge didn’t ask any questions either. He just gave Tim a long suffering look and handed him a couple of small devices. He didn’t even bother to look from his work on the Phase Oscillator while he explained to Tim how to use them.
Tim slipped off to Beast’s computer, next, to create a hidden recording file to which Forge’s device would transmit. He made sure to be done and out of Beast’s lab before Beast got back from his snack. While Beast was considerably less grumpy on a full stomach, he was still a bit tetchy with Tim about the whole breaking and entering plan.
It took a little more effort to convince Scott to let him use one of the cars. He did not, technically, have a driver’s license in this universe. After more than an hour of arguing with Scott, Tim was seriously considering hotwiring one of the cars and running the stupid bastard down to show him just how good of a driver Tim really was. That was when Jean intervened and handed him the keys to her car.
He smiled gratefully at her. She patted him supportively on the back. Scott sulked. Tim twirled the key chain around one finger and decided to consider this another victory.
He nabbed a GPS and a clean pair of jeans from Forge before taking off. It took him almost three hours to get into the city where meet up with Gambit was supposed to be. He made sure to park a few blocks away from the coffee house. He walked there with his head down and his eyes unfocused, watching everything and focusing on nothing in his field of vision. Just like Shiva taught him.
In Gotham they had places that Dick referred to cheerfully as ‘a hole in the wall’. They were businesses that rented out very small spaces. Restaurants that were about the size of Bruce’s bathroom and shops that were even smaller. This coffee shop wasn’t so much a hole in the wall as it was an underground lair.
The only reason Tim found the place at all was the small sign that hung out over the awnings of the businesses around it. It was just above a door that led to a steep stair case which decidedly did not comply with any of the handicap friendly statutes they had in Gotham city.
The steps and exceptionally narrow stair case were illuminated by one dull and flickering light bulb and led Tim down to another doorway. He pushed it open with some difficulty and slipped in to the coffee shop proper.
It was even darker than the stair way. The ceiling was low and the floor was darkly carpeted. The lighting was muted and the lamps were few and far between. The walls were painted a dark green and were almost completely papered over by flyers and show announcements. Mismatched tables, surrounded by even more mismatched chairs, lined the walls.
If it wasn’t for the distinct scent of coffee and the thick press of steam in the air, Tim would have thought the place looked more like a bar than a coffee shop.
He scanned the tables and didn’t find Gambit. Relieved he went up to the heavily pierced and very bored looking girl at the counter. He ordered a decaffeinated tea, thanked the girl, tipped her and took his tea over to a table in the far corner. It had a good view of the both the front door and the door to the back of the little shop without looking like he had deliberately chosen it to have the view of the exits.
He reached into his pocket and thumbed on the transmit button to device Forge had given him. He doubted it would be able to send out a signal from this basement. Tim suspected that was very probably why Gambit had chosen this place. However, it could still record.
He lounged back in his chair and watched the patrons as he waited for his tea to steep. He was just taking the tea bag out of his mug when Gambit slipped through the front door with a smile and a wave for the girl behind the counter.
He immediately caught sight of Tim waiting for him in the corner but he didn’t miss a beat. His smile was still firmly on his face as he walked up to the counter and charmed a coffee out of the bored girl with the piercings. He took a sip of his coffee, complimented the girl and threw her one last smile before sauntering, literally sauntering, over to Tim.
Gambit set his mug on the table and sunk into the seat next to Tim. He gave Tim a considering smile and leaned back in his chair, his trench coat falling open to reveal a tight black t-shirt and jeans. He wasn’t wearing a bandana in his hair today and the bangs fell heavily into his face, hiding the dark red glitter of his eyes.
He still hadn’t shaved.
“I was told to expect one of the X-men. You join up that quick?” he asked and fiddled with his coffee mug.
“Not at all. I’m their pet nuisance. They’ll do just about anything to get rid of me as quickly as possible,” Tim answered.
“Where do I come in?” Gambit tilted his head and regarded Tim with amusement.
Tim pulled out a sheaf of papers with the information for the job and handed it to Gambit.
“I need a certain item from this lab’s inventory. Since you did such a good job breaking into and out of S.H.I.E.L.D’s facilities last time, I figure you would be perfect for this job,” Tim explained to him.
“What’s in this for me?” Gambit’s voice took on a suspicious tone.
Tim picked up his mug and shrugged.
“The satisfaction of a job well done? The knowledge that you helped your fellow man? Learning experience?” Tim suggested and lifted his mug to take a sip of his tea.
“Turns out, cheri, that none of those things pay the bills,” Gambit informed him with a smirk.
“I don’t think you understand. I’m stranded here. I have nothing you could possibly want. I have exactly one dollar and twenty three cents in my pocket. I don’t even have my own toothbrush and I’m wearing someone else’s underwear,” Tim explained, trying to look like he didn’t have any other options.
“Oh, mon cheri, you have plenty of things I want,” Gambit told him with an appreciative look. “But nothing I’d be willing to take in exchange for a job this dangerous.”
Tim looked at Gambit over the lip of his mug before setting it down on the table and leaning back in his chair again. He let the worried expression fall from his face
“Then I’ll tell you what I will give you. I will give you my assurance that the recordings I’ve made of this conversation, along with the list of your contacts I’ve collected and documented, will never fall into S.H.I.E.L.D’s hands,” Tim kept his expression easy and unconcerned but let his eyes go dark and serious.
Gambit gave him a shocked look before narrowing his eyes and leaning forward, bracing his arms on the table between them.
“Are you blackmailing me?” Gambit asked, incredulity making his accent go thick.
“Where I come from, we call it ‘inspired persuasion’,” Tim qualified with a shrug.
Gambit’s mouth went tight and he rocked back into his chair.
“You’re bluffing,” he said but there was no certainty in either his voice or his face.
Tim smiled at Gambit and ran his finger over the edge of his mug.
“Turns out, following people and collecting information about them is something at which I excel. I’ve been doing it since before I hit puberty. I’m really very good,” Tim told him with a smile.
Gambit watched Tim for a moment, sizing him up before his expression changed and he switched tactics.
“The minute you went to them, they would lock you up,” Gambit pointed out.
“Not if I was willing to make a deal. Information on you for papers and clean slate. If I don’t get this device, I’m going to be here for a long time. I’ll need them. And I’m not even a mutant, just an innocent victim of circumstance. They have no reason to lock me up. Besides, I get the feeling you’re the kind of guy they’d be willing to make a deal like that to get their hands on,” Tim pointed out.
Gambit pursed his lips and Tim fought the urge to lick his own.
“You’re not an innocent victim of anything. You broke out of there, too. You helped us. S.H.E.I.L.D won’t just forget that,” Gambit put in.
Tim gave him an innocent look.
“I didn’t break out of there. You stole me, remember?”
Gambit shut his eyes and Tim could see his jaw tighten in anger and indecision.
“Oh come on. It’ll be fun. I promise. Besides, I’m sure you’ll find something expensive enough to sell while we’re there,” Tim coaxed.
Gambit opened his eyes in surprise. Suddenly his expression changed and he threw back his head and laughed. It sounded very loud in the muffled coffee shop and everyone turned to look at them both. Not that Tim could blame them.
Tim watched Gambit laugh contemplatively, trying not to think too hard about the rippling line of his exposed throat or the curving jut of his jaw.
“You are an annoying little cuss, you know that?” Gambit asked Tim with a smile when he finally stopped laughing.
“It’s been said. Now let’s get out of here before the barrista loses all semblance of control and comes over here to throw herself at you. She doesn’t strike me as your type and the whole thing would be embarrassing for you both.” Tim stood up and grabbed his mug from the table.
Gambit smiled up at Tim before standing and stepping in close to Tim. They were mere centimeters apart and Tim could smell the coffee on Gambit’s breath as he spoke.
“Jealous, cheri?” Gambit drawled, laying the accent on extra thick.
Tim titled his head back and quirked a sardonic eyebrow up at Gambit.
“Not remotely,” he answered and was very proud at how steady his step was as he walked back over to the counter to return his mug. Though, he couldn’t help the slight shiver than ran down his spine as Gambit’s husky laughter followed after him.
Gambit led Tim to the nearest train station, three stops and eight blocks later Gambit keyed opened the lock to an apartment. The furnishings clearly came with the place. The rest of the place was pretty much bare and Tim assumed this was one of Gambit’s safe houses.
They made their way into the small kitchen and as Gambit flicked on the light, Tim set the blueprints out on the table. It took them about an hour to figure out their entrance and route though the buildings. It took even longer before they agreed on which equipment to use and where they could get it.
Gambit said he had sources but Tim preferred to use Forge’s stuff. At least Forge was a known quantity. Gambit finally came around and agreed to use Forge’s stuff. Tim was almost sure it was because it would be cheaper than paying off his usual sources.
Tim agreed to grab their equipment from Forge at the School tomorrow. Gambit made a call to a contact who knew some inside information about S.H.I.E.L.D. facilities. He planned to meet with them early the next morning.
After some deliberation they decided that it would be best to spend some time the next evening staking out the building to see when they should make their move. Tim was still gazing down at the blueprints when Gambit yawned, stretched and stood up. Tim was so abstracted with the plans, trying to figure out the timing, he didn’t even notice as Gambit stepped in close behind him.
The first warning his mind processed that his personal space had been invaded was the faint whiff of old tobacco smoke and coffee. He started and twisted his head around to glance back up at Gambit.
He watched Tim with a contemplative expression on his face; a faint smile hovered at the corners of his mouth. He took another step forward, crowding Tim back against the edge of the table. They both regarded each other intently for several long minutes, Tim didn’t want to be the first to break eye contact and he was almost certain Gambit felt the same way.
“I can all but hear you thinking there, mon ami,” Gambit drawled, his voice pitched low. He lifted a hand and tapped one gloved finger gently against the side of Tim’s head. Gambit let his index finger card, feather light, through the hair at Tim’s temple and Tim felt his stomach knot tightly.
The realization that no one had touched him, skin to skin, in almost a week, came to him then. Not since Tim had arrived in this world. Even at home, physical contact for him was rare.
“There’s still a lot more planning that needs to be done,” Tim said, but made no move to dislodge Gambit’s hand despite the intimacy of the touch.
“We can’t do anything more until we get more information,” Gambit pointed out softly and trailed his hand down to cup gently at Tim’s jaw.
Tim broke eye contact and looked off to the side. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, smelling Gambit all around him as gloved hand lightly fingered Tim’s jaw line.
A strong arm wrapped around Tim’s waist and pulled him firmly against the long, hard, lean length of Gambit’s body. Tim allowed himself to be pulled into the embrace but made no move to return it.
His mind had gone oddly blank. Every waking minute of Tim’s life for the past few months had been devoted to planning and thinking and reasoning. Now he couldn’t even seem to focus on his breathing.
He wasn’t surprised when Gambit leaned down and pressed a light, closed mouth kiss to Tim’s lips but a thrill shot down his spine nonetheless. Rough stubble rubbed along Tim’s jaw as soft lips coaxed him into a kiss. He opened his mouth under Gambit’s and a jolt of arousal flowed through him when Gambit’s tongue pressed past his lips and slid, hot and wet into his mouth.
Tim breathed a sigh out his through his nose and lifted his arms to wrap around Gambit’s neck. Gambit groaned into his mouth, he tightened his arm around Tim’s waist. He lifted Tim and set him down on the table, nudging Tim’s knees apart and pressing in between them.
Tim lifted his hands to thread through Gambit’s dark silky hair, pressing their mouths as tightly together as he could.
Gambit slid a hand down to gasp Tim’s thigh, using his hold on it to wrap one of Tim’s legs around his waist. Gambit’s kisses became less and less gentle with each passing second and Tim was having a hard time remembering how to breathe.
A thrill of fear shot though him, washing away the haze of arousal. He used his hold on Gambit’s hair to pull him back and break their kiss.
Gambit was panting, his lips wet and slightly swollen. His eyes were glittering again at they watched Tim with arousal and intent.
“You’re doing that thinking thing again, mon cheri. Stop.” Gambit husked, his accent thickened with passion and lust.
“It’s not that easy,” Tim whispered back and swallowed hard. He braced his hands against Gambit’s chest and pressed him back before hopping down off the table and walking out of the room.
Part Six