Everyday
Title: Everyday
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 7. Days
Word Count: 813
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A few days in the life of JP and Victor.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Had the Talk.
Victor looked across the table to Jean-Paul, who’s head was bent over a stack of homework. “Could you pass me a red pen?” he asked. “Mine’s run out.”
Jean-Paul raised his eyes, and Victor held up the empty pen and gave it a little shake. The speedster eyed the chewed up end of the dead pen, then the hopeful look of the younger mutant. “You’d eat it,” he said, going back to grading papers. He ignored his boyfriend’s pout, focusing on the paper in front of him.
He caught the tongue that flicked out, raising his eyes back to Victor’s. There was a mischievous glint in those green eyes, and Jean-Paul’s lips quirked. “Leggo,” Victor mumbled around his tongue, trying to jerk it back.
Jean-Paul wrapped it around his hand. “I think not,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s mine now.”
Victor’s eyes widened a bit in what Jean-Paul recognized as the beginnings of his ‘sad, picked upon puppy’ look. He retorted with a warning tug. The reptilian mutant’s eyes narrowed, and he got up and circled around the table. “Thean-Paw?”
The speedster released his hold on the younger man’s tongue and watched as he rolled it around in his mouth. Victor worked his jaw a few times before he spoke. “Well, you’re certainly feeling playful today.”
“You can’t have my pen,” Jean-Paul said, twirling it around his fingers. “You’d chew it to death. You’re a little old to be constantly putting things in your mouth.”
Victor put his hands on Jean-Paul’s shoulders and nuzzled his neck, nipping the juncture of his throat and jaw. “I thought my oral fixation was one of the things you liked about me,” he purred, flicking Jean-Paul’s ear with his tongue.
Jean-Paul closed his eyes with a shiver. “Wicked boy.” He jerked the pen away just before Victor could grab it, chuckling at his disappointed grunt. “Mine.”
“Please?” Victor wheedled, nibbling Jean-Paul’s ear.
“Non.”
“I could make it worth your while…” He plunked down in Jean-Paul’s lap, draping his arms loosely around his neck.
“I don’t much care for chewed up pens.” Jean-Paul pointed out. Victor responded with a wiggle and a slow kiss, his fingers playing through the hairs on the back of Jean-Paul’s neck.
The speedster sucked on Victor’s tongue, making a thoughtful noise. “You taste like ink,” he announced, nuzzling the younger man’s neck and tracing his throat sack with his tongue. He felt Victor shiver and smirked, sliding a hand under his shirt and letting his fingers circle the green mutant’s navel. Victor’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed as Jean-Paul’s hand crept slowly down the flat plains of his stomach before arching sharply upwards, to the spot where Victor was most ticklish.
Suddenly Jean-Paul’s lap full of boy was clinging to the ceiling, glaring down at him reproachfully. The speedster folded his hands behind his head and smiled smugly at Victor. “Your whiles do not work on me, wicked boy.”
“If you’re gonna be an ass about it, I’ll get one from the storage closet,” Victor huffed, going out of the room by way of the ceiling.
***
“Aw, who’s da widdle man? Who’s da widdle man?” Victor cooed, pressing a finger against the nose of the newest addition to the Summers bloodline.
“I can feel my teeth rotting from here,” Jean-Paul announced from across the room. “Must you act like that around him?”
“I like kids,” Victor said, picking the baby up and settling him against his shoulder, “and you’re the one who agreed to baby-sit.”
“Emma is a cunning, manipulative creature, and she tricked me into it,” Jean-Paul said sourly.
“Anyway,” Victor went on, “we should enjoy Christian while we can. Before you know it, he’ll be traveling to a nightmarish future and coming back a grizzled war veteran hell bent on saving the world from a future dictator.”
“God forbid,” Jean-Paul muttered.
***
Victor started the car as soon as he saw Jean-Paul coming down the steps, and sped out of the parking lot the moment the passenger door closed. They rode in silence for several minutes before the speedster answered the unspoken question between them.
“No improvement. She isn’t getting worse, but this new therapy does nothing to fix the damage already done.”
Victor didn’t say that he was sure that Jeanne-Marie would get better, than that Jean-Paul just had to wait, or have faith. Too many people before had murmured those platitudes. Instead, he drove on while Jean-Paul stared listlessly out the window.
***
Jean-Paul grunted as an arm landed on his stomach, startling him out of a sleep that, he had to admit, hadn’t been particularly sound. He glared at the sleeping perpetrator, who managed to look very young and innocent at the moment. The older mutant gave a small smile and kissed the corner of Victor’s mouth, putting his arms around him.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 7. Days
Word Count: 813
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A few days in the life of JP and Victor.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Had the Talk.
Victor looked across the table to Jean-Paul, who’s head was bent over a stack of homework. “Could you pass me a red pen?” he asked. “Mine’s run out.”
Jean-Paul raised his eyes, and Victor held up the empty pen and gave it a little shake. The speedster eyed the chewed up end of the dead pen, then the hopeful look of the younger mutant. “You’d eat it,” he said, going back to grading papers. He ignored his boyfriend’s pout, focusing on the paper in front of him.
He caught the tongue that flicked out, raising his eyes back to Victor’s. There was a mischievous glint in those green eyes, and Jean-Paul’s lips quirked. “Leggo,” Victor mumbled around his tongue, trying to jerk it back.
Jean-Paul wrapped it around his hand. “I think not,” he said with a smirk. “I think it’s mine now.”
Victor’s eyes widened a bit in what Jean-Paul recognized as the beginnings of his ‘sad, picked upon puppy’ look. He retorted with a warning tug. The reptilian mutant’s eyes narrowed, and he got up and circled around the table. “Thean-Paw?”
The speedster released his hold on the younger man’s tongue and watched as he rolled it around in his mouth. Victor worked his jaw a few times before he spoke. “Well, you’re certainly feeling playful today.”
“You can’t have my pen,” Jean-Paul said, twirling it around his fingers. “You’d chew it to death. You’re a little old to be constantly putting things in your mouth.”
Victor put his hands on Jean-Paul’s shoulders and nuzzled his neck, nipping the juncture of his throat and jaw. “I thought my oral fixation was one of the things you liked about me,” he purred, flicking Jean-Paul’s ear with his tongue.
Jean-Paul closed his eyes with a shiver. “Wicked boy.” He jerked the pen away just before Victor could grab it, chuckling at his disappointed grunt. “Mine.”
“Please?” Victor wheedled, nibbling Jean-Paul’s ear.
“Non.”
“I could make it worth your while…” He plunked down in Jean-Paul’s lap, draping his arms loosely around his neck.
“I don’t much care for chewed up pens.” Jean-Paul pointed out. Victor responded with a wiggle and a slow kiss, his fingers playing through the hairs on the back of Jean-Paul’s neck.
The speedster sucked on Victor’s tongue, making a thoughtful noise. “You taste like ink,” he announced, nuzzling the younger man’s neck and tracing his throat sack with his tongue. He felt Victor shiver and smirked, sliding a hand under his shirt and letting his fingers circle the green mutant’s navel. Victor’s breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed as Jean-Paul’s hand crept slowly down the flat plains of his stomach before arching sharply upwards, to the spot where Victor was most ticklish.
Suddenly Jean-Paul’s lap full of boy was clinging to the ceiling, glaring down at him reproachfully. The speedster folded his hands behind his head and smiled smugly at Victor. “Your whiles do not work on me, wicked boy.”
“If you’re gonna be an ass about it, I’ll get one from the storage closet,” Victor huffed, going out of the room by way of the ceiling.
***
“Aw, who’s da widdle man? Who’s da widdle man?” Victor cooed, pressing a finger against the nose of the newest addition to the Summers bloodline.
“I can feel my teeth rotting from here,” Jean-Paul announced from across the room. “Must you act like that around him?”
“I like kids,” Victor said, picking the baby up and settling him against his shoulder, “and you’re the one who agreed to baby-sit.”
“Emma is a cunning, manipulative creature, and she tricked me into it,” Jean-Paul said sourly.
“Anyway,” Victor went on, “we should enjoy Christian while we can. Before you know it, he’ll be traveling to a nightmarish future and coming back a grizzled war veteran hell bent on saving the world from a future dictator.”
“God forbid,” Jean-Paul muttered.
***
Victor started the car as soon as he saw Jean-Paul coming down the steps, and sped out of the parking lot the moment the passenger door closed. They rode in silence for several minutes before the speedster answered the unspoken question between them.
“No improvement. She isn’t getting worse, but this new therapy does nothing to fix the damage already done.”
Victor didn’t say that he was sure that Jeanne-Marie would get better, than that Jean-Paul just had to wait, or have faith. Too many people before had murmured those platitudes. Instead, he drove on while Jean-Paul stared listlessly out the window.
***
Jean-Paul grunted as an arm landed on his stomach, startling him out of a sleep that, he had to admit, hadn’t been particularly sound. He glared at the sleeping perpetrator, who managed to look very young and innocent at the moment. The older mutant gave a small smile and kissed the corner of Victor’s mouth, putting his arms around him.