Internat'l slash day fic. A little late, but oh well.
Title: You Make Me Sick
Pairing: Iceman/Pyro
Rating: NC-17. I think I've yet to write a fic that's not total smut.
Warnings: Rough sex with questionable consent. Bondage.
Summary: Iceman and Pyro have a frank exchange of ideas.
Pyro glanced at his watch and cursed. He was late. It was now 1:42 am, and he was supposed to have met Mystique at 1:30 am. He hadn’t much further to go; just one more block…
Pyro’s head whipped around. He could’ve sworn he’d heard footsteps behind him. His hand slid into the pocket of his red cargo pants and slowly drew out his prized Zippo. If anyone was following him, well. He’d fuck them up. Especially if it was one those… X Men. That’s what Magneto called them. Pyro thought it was an incredibly stupid name, but whatever. It’s not like Magneto really gave two shits about what he thought anyway. Sure, Magneto let Pyro show off his powers and commit arson as he pleased, which was all fine and good, but he could also be incredibly condescending at times, which Pyro absolutely hated. In fact, he wasn’t sure who he liked less; Magneto or Professor Xavier.
WHAM!
Pyro felt his breath leave him in a rush as he was forcibly slammed against the brick wall on the side of alley. Okay, so someone had been following him. And now it was too late to do shit about because he had dropped his lighter when he hit the wall. Fuck. Pyro struggled and swore, but was pressed firmly in place by his aggressor. His wrists pinned above his head and the dead weight of someone else’s body pushing him into the wall didn’t give him much to work with.
“Hiya, Johnny. Or should I say… Pyro?”
The sound of that voice stunned Pyro far more than the impact with the wall.
“Bobby?! What the fuck?” Pyro snarled.
“Call me Iceman.” Pyro shivered involuntarily as he felt ice crystals form on the side of his neck where Bobby’s breath touched him.
Pyro shoved back as hard as he could. Bobby yielded some. Pyro started to make a grab for his lighter, only to find himself slammed into the wall once more. This time, Bobby’s piercing blue eyes were staring directly into his own warm brown ones.
“What the fuck do you want, Iceman?” Pyro demanded. Bobby was glad Pyro couldn’t actually generate his own fire; otherwise, he’d be fried by now. The look in Pyro’s eyes was positively murderous. The warm red undertones in his eyes flared.
Iceman calmly ignored Pyro’s demands and started talking.
“You know, Pyro, you’re an asshole,” Iceman stated.
“And who’s the one assaulting people in alleyways, fucker?” Pyro retaliated, wishing that Iceman wasn’t stronger than him.
Once again, Iceman ignored him and continued. “I thought you were my best friend. You fucking ran out on me.” Iceman was no longer able to keep the emotion from his voice.
“Don’t even pretend you care that much. Ever since that cunt of yours showed up, you ceased to acknowledge me as your friend. I was just fucking competition, and you never missed an opportunity to rag on me, shoot me down. If that’s how treat your friends, then fuck you,” Pyro practically roared. He was livid beyond belief. Iceman’s face was inches from his own, and they glared vehemently at each other.
Pyro felt Iceman’s grip on his wrists relax. Finally he could grab his lighter and torture the little fucker the way he deserved. Only he couldn’t move. Iceman stepped back, smirking nastily. Pyro’s hands were frozen solid to the wall of the building.
“Fuck indeed,” Iceman repeated smoothly. Once again, Pyro’s tirade of threats and curses fell on deaf ears. Iceman closed the distance between them, until he was so close that Pyro could feel the cold radiating off his body.
“Had it ever occurred to you that that quote cunt unquote may not have been necessary if you had paid a little more attention?,” Iceman said sweetly.
Pyro jerked his head to the side when he felt the cold brush of Iceman’s lips on his ear.
“The hell are you talking about?” Pyro panted, out of breath from struggling.
Iceman’s lips were on Pyro’s ear once more, and this time there was no place for him to escape to. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
“Don’t act like you don’t know, Pyro. Why else would you have resented her so much? I think I know.” Iceman’s calmness was absolutely infuriating.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Iceman. What the fuck are you talking about?” Pyro shot back. Iceman pressed himself fully against Pyro, hands coming to rest on his hips. Pyro squirmed and tried to sink further into the wall as he felt what could only be an erection digging into his hip.
“I mean this,” Iceman hissed. He slid his lips down Pyro’s neck.
Pyro began a fresh and equally futile bout of struggling.
“Holy fucking shit! Get the hell away from me, Iceman. You know what? You missed your chance. You had it. More than enough times. And then you had to go and fuck it up. Ran off with that life-stealing cunt instead. Showed me how much you cared. So just get the hell off me,” Pyro replied, his tone becoming more dangerous.
“Pyro, you’re a fucking idiot. Has anyone ever told you that? You’re totally oblivious to like, fucking everything. You couldn’t tell how much I wanted you?” Iceman accentuated that point by grinding against Pyro’s hip. “Every wet dream, every time I jerked off. I always told people it was her. But you know what? It was you. And then you fucking left me.”
Those words were murmured softly against Pyro’s neck as Iceman’s tongue slid out to taste him. Pyro felt another shiver run through is body, but not from the cold.
“That was then, this is now, Iceman. We’re not room mates anymore. We’re not friends. I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking. You. Missed. Your. Chance. So get the fuck over it and fuck off,” Pyro retorted.
Iceman smiled. Pyro had always been a stubborn little shit. There was no way in hell he was giving up now, though. He had been following Pyro all day, silently thankful for the stealth training he received at school. And how he had Pyro pinned against a wall with no chance of escape. And hot damn did he look appetizing when he was all flustered and pissed off. Iceman sucked on Pyro’s neck, hands running up his sides to work on the buttons of his shirt. He could feel Pyro’s chest heaving under his hands.
“You really have no idea what you did to me, do you. Every time I looked at you, at your ass, your fucking lips, I wanted you,” Iceman practically moaned, “And then you left me. You just fucking left. Like you didn’t even care.” Iceman’s breathing was starting to pick up. He could feel Pyro shivering. Pyro was no longer thrashing and swearing, but merely whining occasionally and squirming. Pyro’s skin tasted so good to him, and he’d waited far too long for this moment. He forced one of his legs between Pyro’s and started to grind against him in earnest. Iceman was quite pleased to feel the beginnings of Pyro’s erection pressing against his thigh.
“So now’s my chance, Pyro. I get what I should have had weeks ago. Months ago. I finally get what’s mine,” Iceman said triumphantly. He kissed Pyro, pressing their lips together. Heat shot down Iceman’s spine and settled between his legs at the feel of it. Pyro’s lips were very warm, which he expected, but soft as silk and almost as yielding, which he hadn’t. Iceman’s hands continued to work on the buttons of Pyro’s shirt as he kissed him harder, tongue forcing its way between Pyro’s lips. Iceman swore loudly as he felt Pyro’s teeth sink into his lower lip, drawing blood.
“You never give up do you?” Iceman purred, licking his own blood off Pyro’s lips, “That’s one thing I always loved about you. You’re… feisty.”
Pyro gasped loudly and cursed Iceman yet again when he felt an ice cold hand pressing against the bare skin of his chest. His shirt hung open and Iceman’s fingers wandered all over his torso. Iceman continued to kiss him roughly, with almost bruising force, making liberal use of his teeth. The feeling of Pyro’s luscious lips between his teeth turned him on more than he’d imagined. One of Iceman’s hands finally came to rest on the front of Pyro’s pants.
“Stop pretending you don’t want this, Pyro,” Iceman smirked as he felt Pyro’s erection under his hand. His hand palmed over it, and his cock leapt at the small whimpering sound that Pyro made. Pyro had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lower lip. His head was lowered in defeat, and his chin length brown hair curtained his face.
“Just… just… fuck you, Iceman. I thought you X Men were supposed to be the good guys,” Pyro said in barely above a whisper.
“Actually, Pyro, fuck you,” Iceman chuckled, “After all, I’m not a fully-fledged X Man yet.”
The only further sounds Iceman wanted to hear from Pyro’s mouth were moaning and begging, and Iceman told him so.
“Oh, if you think I’m going to beg, you are so fucking wrong,” Pyro snapped, blatantly ignoring Iceman’s command. Iceman stroked Pyro’s cock more roughly, still through his pants. Iceman felt his own erection growing rather painful at this point. He pulled down Pyro’s zipper and pulled out his cock, slowly stroking it. Pyro let his control slip for a moment and moaned loudly at the freezing touch on his hot skin.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now kiss me, Pyro,” Iceman panted.
“No,” Pyro gasped out.
“Yes.”
Iceman kissed Pyro again. This time, this kiss was agonizingly slow as Iceman ran his tongue all over Pyro’s open mouth. Pyro was reciprocating a bit this time, and thrusting into Iceman’s hand. For the moment, his hormones and need to get off had overridden his dislike of Iceman. Iceman’s mouth left Pyro’s and was once again on his ear.
“You like this, don’t you? You’re such a slut, Pyro. You’d let me fuck you right here in this alleyway, wouldn’t you?” Iceman moaned, the mere thought of it making him crazy.
“I don’t have much choice in the matter, do I?” Pyro spat bitterly, though he continued to fuck Iceman’s hand.
“I’d say your mind’s already made up,” Iceman said smugly, sinking to his knees so Pyro’s cock was inches from his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Iceman,” Pyro warned.
“That’s enough talking, Pyro. Remember what I said earlier?” With that, Iceman leaned forward an slid the head of Pyro’s cock into his mouth. He sucked on it and tongued precum out of the slit, listening in amusement and arousal as Pyro tried to stifle sounds of pleasure. One of Iceman’s hands strayed down between his own legs and he squeezed his cock through his pants as he took Pyro’s cock all the way in. His other hand yanked Pyro’s pants and boxers the rest of the way down. Pyro was fucking Iceman’s face, teeth practically chattering from the waves of cold radiating through his body. It felt incredible; so different from the familiar caress of flames. God, he was so close. He didn’t even care about making the sounds he did or didn’t make. He just wanted to come all over Iceman’s pretty, smirking face. Iceman never gave him the pleasure though. He stood up and unzipped his own fly, freeing his cock. Pyro continued his loud swearing. He felt this was an adequate substitute for begging.
“Oh, you’ll get yours soon enough, fireboy,” Iceman said. He spotted Pyro’s lighter laying on the ground a short distance away. He picked up the sacred object, running his fingers over the metal. Pyro went ballistic. Iceman touching his body like this was bad enough, but his lighter? That was the source of his power. That was too much.
“Don’t you fucking touch my lighter! Don’t you dare fucking touch my lighter! I swear to god I’m going to kill you!” Pyro screamed in complete sincerity.
“And how do you intend to do that if I never light it?” Iceman said almost soothingly as he ran the sharp corner of the lighter up the inside of Pyro’s thigh. As the lighter neared Pyro’s cock, Iceman whispered, “I know how much you want me to light this. And not just so you can escape. I’ve seen what you do with the fire… seen how you touch yourself with it. Seen how you make yourself come.” Iceman’s cock throbbed at that mental image. The lighter never made it to Pyro’s cock. Iceman dropped it irreverently on the ground and slid a hand between Pyro’s legs, two fingers seeking their way inside.
“That’s fucking it, Iceman. No. NO. You are not going to-..” Pyro began.
“-fuck you? Oh, yes I am. I’ve wanted to for so long. To fuck this sweet ass of yours and just make you scream,” Iceman whispered huskily. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Pyro’s thighs. Once again, Pyro was forced to accept defeat. Once again his hair fell over his face, and he closed his eyes. He hated Iceman for this, but also hated himself for reacting the way he had. He had wanted Iceman, had had his share of fantasies. Had. Not anymore. Iceman was still fucking beautiful, but that didn’t change the fact that the whatever feeling had been there was gone. Iceman cast him aside for a girl. Made no move to stop him when he left. He hated Iceman.
Iceman smoothly pulled his feet out from under him, holding him up by the thighs. The position caused the ice to dig painfully into Pyro’s wrists, but the pressure was alleviated somewhat as Iceman moved closer and lifted him up a bit more. Pyro knew what was going to happen next. Jesus, why couldn’t Iceman have just sucked him off? Or given him a hand job? Well, he had done both, but never finished. Left Pyro so close to coming that it was painful. The head of Iceman’s cock teased him.
“Now what do you want, Pyro? Want me to fuck off? Or fuck you?” Iceman practically sneered.
Pyro wished that both could happen. He desperately needed to get off, but would rather it didn’t happen as a result of Iceman fucking him. He whined a bit more.
“Speak up, Pyro,” Iceman ordered.
“Just… get it over with,” Pyro whimpered.
“With pleasure,” Iceman replied, and pressed sharply forward.
Pyro yelped in pain as Iceman penetrated him quickly and roughly. Iceman gave Pyro no time to adjust. He began moving immediately, snapping his hips violently. Iceman moaned loudly at the feeling; Pyro was impossibly tight, and the heat of his body made Iceman shiver.
“God…Pyro… you feel so fucking good,” Iceman moaned. Pyro had yet to make eye contact with Iceman. His head was still lowered, and he continued to stifle any sound. Iceman knew he wasn’t going to last long. This was so good. Even better than he’d fantasized. Especially when he felt Pyro’s hips start to move in time with his, pressing down to meet his upward thrusts.
“Pyro… how the fuck could you have left me... I fucking loved you… ohhh, shit… Pyro!” Bobby screamed as he came hard. He continued to move his hips until he finally heard an all-out moan from Pyro, and felt his semen splatter onto their chests. Iceman lowered his feet to the ground, wiped his cock and zipped up. Both their faces were flushed and they were breathing heavily.
Bobby briefly considered thawing the ice that held Pyro, but decided against it.
“Sorry for not staying to cuddle, but what goes around comes around,” Iceman snarled before turning on his heel and walking away.
Pairing: Iceman/Pyro
Rating: NC-17. I think I've yet to write a fic that's not total smut.
Warnings: Rough sex with questionable consent. Bondage.
Summary: Iceman and Pyro have a frank exchange of ideas.
Pyro glanced at his watch and cursed. He was late. It was now 1:42 am, and he was supposed to have met Mystique at 1:30 am. He hadn’t much further to go; just one more block…
Pyro’s head whipped around. He could’ve sworn he’d heard footsteps behind him. His hand slid into the pocket of his red cargo pants and slowly drew out his prized Zippo. If anyone was following him, well. He’d fuck them up. Especially if it was one those… X Men. That’s what Magneto called them. Pyro thought it was an incredibly stupid name, but whatever. It’s not like Magneto really gave two shits about what he thought anyway. Sure, Magneto let Pyro show off his powers and commit arson as he pleased, which was all fine and good, but he could also be incredibly condescending at times, which Pyro absolutely hated. In fact, he wasn’t sure who he liked less; Magneto or Professor Xavier.
WHAM!
Pyro felt his breath leave him in a rush as he was forcibly slammed against the brick wall on the side of alley. Okay, so someone had been following him. And now it was too late to do shit about because he had dropped his lighter when he hit the wall. Fuck. Pyro struggled and swore, but was pressed firmly in place by his aggressor. His wrists pinned above his head and the dead weight of someone else’s body pushing him into the wall didn’t give him much to work with.
“Hiya, Johnny. Or should I say… Pyro?”
The sound of that voice stunned Pyro far more than the impact with the wall.
“Bobby?! What the fuck?” Pyro snarled.
“Call me Iceman.” Pyro shivered involuntarily as he felt ice crystals form on the side of his neck where Bobby’s breath touched him.
Pyro shoved back as hard as he could. Bobby yielded some. Pyro started to make a grab for his lighter, only to find himself slammed into the wall once more. This time, Bobby’s piercing blue eyes were staring directly into his own warm brown ones.
“What the fuck do you want, Iceman?” Pyro demanded. Bobby was glad Pyro couldn’t actually generate his own fire; otherwise, he’d be fried by now. The look in Pyro’s eyes was positively murderous. The warm red undertones in his eyes flared.
Iceman calmly ignored Pyro’s demands and started talking.
“You know, Pyro, you’re an asshole,” Iceman stated.
“And who’s the one assaulting people in alleyways, fucker?” Pyro retaliated, wishing that Iceman wasn’t stronger than him.
Once again, Iceman ignored him and continued. “I thought you were my best friend. You fucking ran out on me.” Iceman was no longer able to keep the emotion from his voice.
“Don’t even pretend you care that much. Ever since that cunt of yours showed up, you ceased to acknowledge me as your friend. I was just fucking competition, and you never missed an opportunity to rag on me, shoot me down. If that’s how treat your friends, then fuck you,” Pyro practically roared. He was livid beyond belief. Iceman’s face was inches from his own, and they glared vehemently at each other.
Pyro felt Iceman’s grip on his wrists relax. Finally he could grab his lighter and torture the little fucker the way he deserved. Only he couldn’t move. Iceman stepped back, smirking nastily. Pyro’s hands were frozen solid to the wall of the building.
“Fuck indeed,” Iceman repeated smoothly. Once again, Pyro’s tirade of threats and curses fell on deaf ears. Iceman closed the distance between them, until he was so close that Pyro could feel the cold radiating off his body.
“Had it ever occurred to you that that quote cunt unquote may not have been necessary if you had paid a little more attention?,” Iceman said sweetly.
Pyro jerked his head to the side when he felt the cold brush of Iceman’s lips on his ear.
“The hell are you talking about?” Pyro panted, out of breath from struggling.
Iceman’s lips were on Pyro’s ear once more, and this time there was no place for him to escape to. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
“Don’t act like you don’t know, Pyro. Why else would you have resented her so much? I think I know.” Iceman’s calmness was absolutely infuriating.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Iceman. What the fuck are you talking about?” Pyro shot back. Iceman pressed himself fully against Pyro, hands coming to rest on his hips. Pyro squirmed and tried to sink further into the wall as he felt what could only be an erection digging into his hip.
“I mean this,” Iceman hissed. He slid his lips down Pyro’s neck.
Pyro began a fresh and equally futile bout of struggling.
“Holy fucking shit! Get the hell away from me, Iceman. You know what? You missed your chance. You had it. More than enough times. And then you had to go and fuck it up. Ran off with that life-stealing cunt instead. Showed me how much you cared. So just get the hell off me,” Pyro replied, his tone becoming more dangerous.
“Pyro, you’re a fucking idiot. Has anyone ever told you that? You’re totally oblivious to like, fucking everything. You couldn’t tell how much I wanted you?” Iceman accentuated that point by grinding against Pyro’s hip. “Every wet dream, every time I jerked off. I always told people it was her. But you know what? It was you. And then you fucking left me.”
Those words were murmured softly against Pyro’s neck as Iceman’s tongue slid out to taste him. Pyro felt another shiver run through is body, but not from the cold.
“That was then, this is now, Iceman. We’re not room mates anymore. We’re not friends. I don’t know what the fuck you’re thinking. You. Missed. Your. Chance. So get the fuck over it and fuck off,” Pyro retorted.
Iceman smiled. Pyro had always been a stubborn little shit. There was no way in hell he was giving up now, though. He had been following Pyro all day, silently thankful for the stealth training he received at school. And how he had Pyro pinned against a wall with no chance of escape. And hot damn did he look appetizing when he was all flustered and pissed off. Iceman sucked on Pyro’s neck, hands running up his sides to work on the buttons of his shirt. He could feel Pyro’s chest heaving under his hands.
“You really have no idea what you did to me, do you. Every time I looked at you, at your ass, your fucking lips, I wanted you,” Iceman practically moaned, “And then you left me. You just fucking left. Like you didn’t even care.” Iceman’s breathing was starting to pick up. He could feel Pyro shivering. Pyro was no longer thrashing and swearing, but merely whining occasionally and squirming. Pyro’s skin tasted so good to him, and he’d waited far too long for this moment. He forced one of his legs between Pyro’s and started to grind against him in earnest. Iceman was quite pleased to feel the beginnings of Pyro’s erection pressing against his thigh.
“So now’s my chance, Pyro. I get what I should have had weeks ago. Months ago. I finally get what’s mine,” Iceman said triumphantly. He kissed Pyro, pressing their lips together. Heat shot down Iceman’s spine and settled between his legs at the feel of it. Pyro’s lips were very warm, which he expected, but soft as silk and almost as yielding, which he hadn’t. Iceman’s hands continued to work on the buttons of Pyro’s shirt as he kissed him harder, tongue forcing its way between Pyro’s lips. Iceman swore loudly as he felt Pyro’s teeth sink into his lower lip, drawing blood.
“You never give up do you?” Iceman purred, licking his own blood off Pyro’s lips, “That’s one thing I always loved about you. You’re… feisty.”
Pyro gasped loudly and cursed Iceman yet again when he felt an ice cold hand pressing against the bare skin of his chest. His shirt hung open and Iceman’s fingers wandered all over his torso. Iceman continued to kiss him roughly, with almost bruising force, making liberal use of his teeth. The feeling of Pyro’s luscious lips between his teeth turned him on more than he’d imagined. One of Iceman’s hands finally came to rest on the front of Pyro’s pants.
“Stop pretending you don’t want this, Pyro,” Iceman smirked as he felt Pyro’s erection under his hand. His hand palmed over it, and his cock leapt at the small whimpering sound that Pyro made. Pyro had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lower lip. His head was lowered in defeat, and his chin length brown hair curtained his face.
“Just… just… fuck you, Iceman. I thought you X Men were supposed to be the good guys,” Pyro said in barely above a whisper.
“Actually, Pyro, fuck you,” Iceman chuckled, “After all, I’m not a fully-fledged X Man yet.”
The only further sounds Iceman wanted to hear from Pyro’s mouth were moaning and begging, and Iceman told him so.
“Oh, if you think I’m going to beg, you are so fucking wrong,” Pyro snapped, blatantly ignoring Iceman’s command. Iceman stroked Pyro’s cock more roughly, still through his pants. Iceman felt his own erection growing rather painful at this point. He pulled down Pyro’s zipper and pulled out his cock, slowly stroking it. Pyro let his control slip for a moment and moaned loudly at the freezing touch on his hot skin.
“That’s what I like to hear. Now kiss me, Pyro,” Iceman panted.
“No,” Pyro gasped out.
“Yes.”
Iceman kissed Pyro again. This time, this kiss was agonizingly slow as Iceman ran his tongue all over Pyro’s open mouth. Pyro was reciprocating a bit this time, and thrusting into Iceman’s hand. For the moment, his hormones and need to get off had overridden his dislike of Iceman. Iceman’s mouth left Pyro’s and was once again on his ear.
“You like this, don’t you? You’re such a slut, Pyro. You’d let me fuck you right here in this alleyway, wouldn’t you?” Iceman moaned, the mere thought of it making him crazy.
“I don’t have much choice in the matter, do I?” Pyro spat bitterly, though he continued to fuck Iceman’s hand.
“I’d say your mind’s already made up,” Iceman said smugly, sinking to his knees so Pyro’s cock was inches from his face.
“Don’t you fucking dare, Iceman,” Pyro warned.
“That’s enough talking, Pyro. Remember what I said earlier?” With that, Iceman leaned forward an slid the head of Pyro’s cock into his mouth. He sucked on it and tongued precum out of the slit, listening in amusement and arousal as Pyro tried to stifle sounds of pleasure. One of Iceman’s hands strayed down between his own legs and he squeezed his cock through his pants as he took Pyro’s cock all the way in. His other hand yanked Pyro’s pants and boxers the rest of the way down. Pyro was fucking Iceman’s face, teeth practically chattering from the waves of cold radiating through his body. It felt incredible; so different from the familiar caress of flames. God, he was so close. He didn’t even care about making the sounds he did or didn’t make. He just wanted to come all over Iceman’s pretty, smirking face. Iceman never gave him the pleasure though. He stood up and unzipped his own fly, freeing his cock. Pyro continued his loud swearing. He felt this was an adequate substitute for begging.
“Oh, you’ll get yours soon enough, fireboy,” Iceman said. He spotted Pyro’s lighter laying on the ground a short distance away. He picked up the sacred object, running his fingers over the metal. Pyro went ballistic. Iceman touching his body like this was bad enough, but his lighter? That was the source of his power. That was too much.
“Don’t you fucking touch my lighter! Don’t you dare fucking touch my lighter! I swear to god I’m going to kill you!” Pyro screamed in complete sincerity.
“And how do you intend to do that if I never light it?” Iceman said almost soothingly as he ran the sharp corner of the lighter up the inside of Pyro’s thigh. As the lighter neared Pyro’s cock, Iceman whispered, “I know how much you want me to light this. And not just so you can escape. I’ve seen what you do with the fire… seen how you touch yourself with it. Seen how you make yourself come.” Iceman’s cock throbbed at that mental image. The lighter never made it to Pyro’s cock. Iceman dropped it irreverently on the ground and slid a hand between Pyro’s legs, two fingers seeking their way inside.
“That’s fucking it, Iceman. No. NO. You are not going to-..” Pyro began.
“-fuck you? Oh, yes I am. I’ve wanted to for so long. To fuck this sweet ass of yours and just make you scream,” Iceman whispered huskily. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed Pyro’s thighs. Once again, Pyro was forced to accept defeat. Once again his hair fell over his face, and he closed his eyes. He hated Iceman for this, but also hated himself for reacting the way he had. He had wanted Iceman, had had his share of fantasies. Had. Not anymore. Iceman was still fucking beautiful, but that didn’t change the fact that the whatever feeling had been there was gone. Iceman cast him aside for a girl. Made no move to stop him when he left. He hated Iceman.
Iceman smoothly pulled his feet out from under him, holding him up by the thighs. The position caused the ice to dig painfully into Pyro’s wrists, but the pressure was alleviated somewhat as Iceman moved closer and lifted him up a bit more. Pyro knew what was going to happen next. Jesus, why couldn’t Iceman have just sucked him off? Or given him a hand job? Well, he had done both, but never finished. Left Pyro so close to coming that it was painful. The head of Iceman’s cock teased him.
“Now what do you want, Pyro? Want me to fuck off? Or fuck you?” Iceman practically sneered.
Pyro wished that both could happen. He desperately needed to get off, but would rather it didn’t happen as a result of Iceman fucking him. He whined a bit more.
“Speak up, Pyro,” Iceman ordered.
“Just… get it over with,” Pyro whimpered.
“With pleasure,” Iceman replied, and pressed sharply forward.
Pyro yelped in pain as Iceman penetrated him quickly and roughly. Iceman gave Pyro no time to adjust. He began moving immediately, snapping his hips violently. Iceman moaned loudly at the feeling; Pyro was impossibly tight, and the heat of his body made Iceman shiver.
“God…Pyro… you feel so fucking good,” Iceman moaned. Pyro had yet to make eye contact with Iceman. His head was still lowered, and he continued to stifle any sound. Iceman knew he wasn’t going to last long. This was so good. Even better than he’d fantasized. Especially when he felt Pyro’s hips start to move in time with his, pressing down to meet his upward thrusts.
“Pyro… how the fuck could you have left me... I fucking loved you… ohhh, shit… Pyro!” Bobby screamed as he came hard. He continued to move his hips until he finally heard an all-out moan from Pyro, and felt his semen splatter onto their chests. Iceman lowered his feet to the ground, wiped his cock and zipped up. Both their faces were flushed and they were breathing heavily.
Bobby briefly considered thawing the ice that held Pyro, but decided against it.
“Sorry for not staying to cuddle, but what goes around comes around,” Iceman snarled before turning on his heel and walking away.