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Title: Fire and Ice.
Author: Sin Daytona.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and make no profit.
Summary: Bobby apologises.
Pairing: Bobby/St. John.
Author’s note: my first X-men fic. Any comments are welcome.
St John woke up slowly to the sound of quiet typing. He scowled as soon as he opened his eyes to see Bobby sat at the computer working on his ‘Mutants and Society’ paper. He had thought that bobby wouldn’t have the nerve to come back until at least tomorrow after what he had done. Mind you, by the look of the sky outside the window, it was almost tomorrow by now and it had happened early that morning. John looked down at the mangled remains of his lighter beside his hand on the bedspread and was surprised to see a gift-wrapped box next to it. He shuffled into a sitting position, back against the headboard and pulled the box onto his lap. He took his time unwrapping it, he’d never been given a gift, other than his lighter, before. The first thing he saw was an envelope laid on top of everything else. It was simple, blue and had no writing on it. He pulled it out and set the box to one side. Inside the envelope was a single page. John gaped when he saw the unwritten letter. It was bobby’s writing that even john had only seen a few times, bobby hated to write by hand. He read it silently.
Johnny,
I am so sorry to ruin your lighter, I know your mum gave it to you and you’ve kept it safe all these years. I promise you it was accidental. I’ve known you 3 years now, ever since you came here. I’ve never had a friend as great and close as you before. I knew as soon as I saw you that first day that we’d have something special because I’d never seen someone I’d wanted to know as much. You looked cool and dangerous leant against the wall of the professor’s office, wearing your leather jacket. I really love that jacket, it’s so you, represents everything you are and I’ve had almost too much fun since we met. This school became a home when we became roommates and friends. I don’t know what my life would be if we’d never met or what I’d do if you left and I never saw you again. Please don’t stay mad at me, it hurts not being able to talk to you. I miss you Johnny and it’s only been half a day, how stupid is that? I know these things can’t make up for the fact that I broke your lighter but I wanted to give you some stuff, a few I bought today and some I’ve had for a while but haven’t had the nerve to give you, maybe one day they’ll come to mean as much to you as your lighter did.
Bobby.
St John smiled softly and began to pull things out of the box. There was a bottle of lighter fluid, the series of Firefly, his favourite, on DVD, a long black leather duster that he’d been eyeing a few months ago, a pair of black Docs that bobby had painted flames on, the whole set of The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy books, a framed photo of the two of them when they’d won the annual school competition last year, muddy, messy and grinning like idiots, arms flung around each other and two palm-sized boxes. He took the last two and opened then reverently. The first contained a necklace and a thumb ring. The necklace was a circle of power, the fire circle and the ring matched the one bobby wore except instead of snowflakes it was engraved with flames. The last contained a Jack Daniels silver Zippo; he ran his fingers over it in awe and felt something on the back. It was engraved with the message, Johnny, sorry. /forgive me? BD.x
John welled up but he didn’t let the tears flow. Instead, he slid the ring onto his left thumb and put on the necklace. Then he got up and walked over to stand behind bobby, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Why did you buy me a lighter when you know I can’t control my powers when I’m angry?”
Bobby tilted his head back to look up at him with sincere eyes, “Because I trust you.”
John found it hard to swallow past the lump in his throat and his eyes swam with unshed tears again, no one had had that much faith in him ever. Bobby stood and pulled him into a tight hug, tucking his head into john’s neck. St John shuddered against him and buried his face in bobby’s hair and allowed himself to cry. He felt bobby’s temperature spike lower as his body heated up. Slowly john’s tears faded and Bobby pulled back to look him in the face. He brushed away the tears that lingered on john’s cheeks with a small smile.
“I didn’t expect you to cry.” He murmured quietly.
John chuckled, “Good tears.” He muttered.
Bobby gave a real grin then, “so you liked them?” he questioned.
“I loved them.” John admitted, blushing.
He blushed even more as he realised that bobby hadn’t moved away from him, they were pressed together from chest to feet, bobby’s arms cool around john’s waist while john’s arms were circling the smaller teen’s shoulders. Bobby smiled softly; all he wanted was for john to be talking to him again. He still had one hand curled around john’s cheek and though he knew he should move it, he couldn’t. This was his only chance. Tentatively, he closed the gap between them and brushed his lips against john’s heated ones. He pulled back and looked away, fixing his gaze on the wall. John gasped, he had never expected clean cut bobby drake to do something like that. He knew he had to make the next move and he gently tangled a hand in bobby’s hair, turning his face to look him in the eye. He smiled slightly at the fear in bobby’s eyes, and then kissed him, harder than bobby had kissed him. Bobby whimpered, lips parting for john’s tongue. John tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, trying to show everything he felt for bobby in this contact. A soft noise from behind bobby startled the teens and they pulled apart to look at the source of the noise. Kitty was stood by the closed door, blushing furiously.
“S…S…Sorry.” She managed to stutter.
John bit his lip to keep his laughter under control but one glance at bobby who was doing the same set both of them off. Bobby grinned brilliantly, maybe today wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.
Posted in X_slash and dry_ice and x_high
Author: Sin Daytona.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and make no profit.
Summary: Bobby apologises.
Pairing: Bobby/St. John.
Author’s note: my first X-men fic. Any comments are welcome.
St John woke up slowly to the sound of quiet typing. He scowled as soon as he opened his eyes to see Bobby sat at the computer working on his ‘Mutants and Society’ paper. He had thought that bobby wouldn’t have the nerve to come back until at least tomorrow after what he had done. Mind you, by the look of the sky outside the window, it was almost tomorrow by now and it had happened early that morning. John looked down at the mangled remains of his lighter beside his hand on the bedspread and was surprised to see a gift-wrapped box next to it. He shuffled into a sitting position, back against the headboard and pulled the box onto his lap. He took his time unwrapping it, he’d never been given a gift, other than his lighter, before. The first thing he saw was an envelope laid on top of everything else. It was simple, blue and had no writing on it. He pulled it out and set the box to one side. Inside the envelope was a single page. John gaped when he saw the unwritten letter. It was bobby’s writing that even john had only seen a few times, bobby hated to write by hand. He read it silently.
Johnny,
I am so sorry to ruin your lighter, I know your mum gave it to you and you’ve kept it safe all these years. I promise you it was accidental. I’ve known you 3 years now, ever since you came here. I’ve never had a friend as great and close as you before. I knew as soon as I saw you that first day that we’d have something special because I’d never seen someone I’d wanted to know as much. You looked cool and dangerous leant against the wall of the professor’s office, wearing your leather jacket. I really love that jacket, it’s so you, represents everything you are and I’ve had almost too much fun since we met. This school became a home when we became roommates and friends. I don’t know what my life would be if we’d never met or what I’d do if you left and I never saw you again. Please don’t stay mad at me, it hurts not being able to talk to you. I miss you Johnny and it’s only been half a day, how stupid is that? I know these things can’t make up for the fact that I broke your lighter but I wanted to give you some stuff, a few I bought today and some I’ve had for a while but haven’t had the nerve to give you, maybe one day they’ll come to mean as much to you as your lighter did.
Bobby.
St John smiled softly and began to pull things out of the box. There was a bottle of lighter fluid, the series of Firefly, his favourite, on DVD, a long black leather duster that he’d been eyeing a few months ago, a pair of black Docs that bobby had painted flames on, the whole set of The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy books, a framed photo of the two of them when they’d won the annual school competition last year, muddy, messy and grinning like idiots, arms flung around each other and two palm-sized boxes. He took the last two and opened then reverently. The first contained a necklace and a thumb ring. The necklace was a circle of power, the fire circle and the ring matched the one bobby wore except instead of snowflakes it was engraved with flames. The last contained a Jack Daniels silver Zippo; he ran his fingers over it in awe and felt something on the back. It was engraved with the message, Johnny, sorry. /forgive me? BD.x
John welled up but he didn’t let the tears flow. Instead, he slid the ring onto his left thumb and put on the necklace. Then he got up and walked over to stand behind bobby, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“Why did you buy me a lighter when you know I can’t control my powers when I’m angry?”
Bobby tilted his head back to look up at him with sincere eyes, “Because I trust you.”
John found it hard to swallow past the lump in his throat and his eyes swam with unshed tears again, no one had had that much faith in him ever. Bobby stood and pulled him into a tight hug, tucking his head into john’s neck. St John shuddered against him and buried his face in bobby’s hair and allowed himself to cry. He felt bobby’s temperature spike lower as his body heated up. Slowly john’s tears faded and Bobby pulled back to look him in the face. He brushed away the tears that lingered on john’s cheeks with a small smile.
“I didn’t expect you to cry.” He murmured quietly.
John chuckled, “Good tears.” He muttered.
Bobby gave a real grin then, “so you liked them?” he questioned.
“I loved them.” John admitted, blushing.
He blushed even more as he realised that bobby hadn’t moved away from him, they were pressed together from chest to feet, bobby’s arms cool around john’s waist while john’s arms were circling the smaller teen’s shoulders. Bobby smiled softly; all he wanted was for john to be talking to him again. He still had one hand curled around john’s cheek and though he knew he should move it, he couldn’t. This was his only chance. Tentatively, he closed the gap between them and brushed his lips against john’s heated ones. He pulled back and looked away, fixing his gaze on the wall. John gasped, he had never expected clean cut bobby drake to do something like that. He knew he had to make the next move and he gently tangled a hand in bobby’s hair, turning his face to look him in the eye. He smiled slightly at the fear in bobby’s eyes, and then kissed him, harder than bobby had kissed him. Bobby whimpered, lips parting for john’s tongue. John tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, trying to show everything he felt for bobby in this contact. A soft noise from behind bobby startled the teens and they pulled apart to look at the source of the noise. Kitty was stood by the closed door, blushing furiously.
“S…S…Sorry.” She managed to stutter.
John bit his lip to keep his laughter under control but one glance at bobby who was doing the same set both of them off. Bobby grinned brilliantly, maybe today wasn’t going to be as bad as he thought.
Posted in X_slash and dry_ice and x_high