On to the next princess
First fic for ages, "full of sound and fury and signifying nothing", just a bit of shameless boytouching, angsting and other assorted F&I ramblings
Title: On to the next princess
Pairings: John/Bobby, pre-Bobby/Rogue, implied pre-John/Rogue
Word Count: 945
Warnings: Slash, boytouching, John’s usual penchant for dropping the f-bomb
Disclaimer: Don’t own, tragic as that is, just take them out to play and put them back mostly undamaged when I’ve had my twisted fun.
Crossposted to
dry_ice
fiery_snowstorm
icemanroguepyro
In which Bobby cant sleep, John's an ass (albeit an incredibly hot one), and maybe it's not just the two of them any more