Issues
Title: Issues
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono/Nate
Prompt: 77. Look Through My Eyes
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They’ve both got some serious family issues.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“Look, you don’t bring up Apocalypse,” Jono said, “and I won’t bring up your massive Oedipus Complex.”
Nate shifted his weight slightly, eyes scanning the face that was equal parts familiar and strange. Jono met his look with a slightly one, blue lips narrowed into a hard line. He looked practically indignant. Nate brushed the other man’s mind with his own, picking up flashes of all the things that had changed. Jono was easier to read now, without his own telepathy to keep Nate out of his innermost thoughts. “Stop,” Jono hissed, giving Nate a little shove. “Out of my head.”
Silently, Nate pulled out of Jono’s mind, instead invading what was left of the former mutant’s personal space, pressing a slow and cautious kiss to those blue lips. Jono tensed slightly, then leaned back against the wall and pulled Nate closer by his jacket. Jono felt more solid to him now, both physically and mentally. Before, Jono had been caught in between what he had been and what he was becoming. Now he was completely, solidly of this plain of existence. Back then, Nate had only been aware of the realms beyond the physical in the most general sense, the most distant of ways. Now, Nate had seen things, done things that could not be comprehended on the physical level. He knew what Jono had once been meant to be, what he still could be.
Jono bit Nate’s lower lip, forcing his wandering thoughts back to the here and now. Actually kissing him was a new experience, Jono was clumsy but eager, and not without talent. He knew what he was doing, but it’d been a long time since he’d put that knowledge to use. Those blue lips trailed across his jaw, and Nate tilted his head back as Jono nipped lightly down his neck. He tangled his fingers in Jono’s hair and sighed, closing his eyes. Jono’s breath was warm against his skin, and Nate caught the faint whiff of bad coffee and spicy stuff mixed in with whatever he’d mixed in with his breakfast. Nate’s pulse sped up in response to the patterns Jono was drawing on his throat with his tongue. After so long without a body, if felt good to do something that was entirely physical.
Jono hooked his leg over Nate’s hip, and Nate slid his hand up and down Jono’s thigh, for a moment just enjoying the texture of worn denim beneath his fingers. Jono kissed him again, roughly, making a demanding noise Nate sucked on Jono’s tongue and shed his jacket, using his powers to tug at Jono’s clothes. Jono pushed him away and began to do a much more efficient job of stripping, muttering about over reliance on powers under his breath.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono/Nate
Prompt: 77. Look Through My Eyes
Word Count: 492
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They’ve both got some serious family issues.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
“Look, you don’t bring up Apocalypse,” Jono said, “and I won’t bring up your massive Oedipus Complex.”
Nate shifted his weight slightly, eyes scanning the face that was equal parts familiar and strange. Jono met his look with a slightly one, blue lips narrowed into a hard line. He looked practically indignant. Nate brushed the other man’s mind with his own, picking up flashes of all the things that had changed. Jono was easier to read now, without his own telepathy to keep Nate out of his innermost thoughts. “Stop,” Jono hissed, giving Nate a little shove. “Out of my head.”
Silently, Nate pulled out of Jono’s mind, instead invading what was left of the former mutant’s personal space, pressing a slow and cautious kiss to those blue lips. Jono tensed slightly, then leaned back against the wall and pulled Nate closer by his jacket. Jono felt more solid to him now, both physically and mentally. Before, Jono had been caught in between what he had been and what he was becoming. Now he was completely, solidly of this plain of existence. Back then, Nate had only been aware of the realms beyond the physical in the most general sense, the most distant of ways. Now, Nate had seen things, done things that could not be comprehended on the physical level. He knew what Jono had once been meant to be, what he still could be.
Jono bit Nate’s lower lip, forcing his wandering thoughts back to the here and now. Actually kissing him was a new experience, Jono was clumsy but eager, and not without talent. He knew what he was doing, but it’d been a long time since he’d put that knowledge to use. Those blue lips trailed across his jaw, and Nate tilted his head back as Jono nipped lightly down his neck. He tangled his fingers in Jono’s hair and sighed, closing his eyes. Jono’s breath was warm against his skin, and Nate caught the faint whiff of bad coffee and spicy stuff mixed in with whatever he’d mixed in with his breakfast. Nate’s pulse sped up in response to the patterns Jono was drawing on his throat with his tongue. After so long without a body, if felt good to do something that was entirely physical.
Jono hooked his leg over Nate’s hip, and Nate slid his hand up and down Jono’s thigh, for a moment just enjoying the texture of worn denim beneath his fingers. Jono kissed him again, roughly, making a demanding noise Nate sucked on Jono’s tongue and shed his jacket, using his powers to tug at Jono’s clothes. Jono pushed him away and began to do a much more efficient job of stripping, muttering about over reliance on powers under his breath.