Drabblage.
Title: Some things are just that important
Pairing: Implied B/J
Setting: Post X3 movieverse.
Rating: PG-13 for some language, drugging and implied sexuality.
Notes: Some angst. Unbeta'd. Let me know if I totally screwed up. Was struck by a muse when I should have been sleeping. Enjoy.
It was only seconds in the darkness. Seconds of shivering, trembling at the hot breath on the back of his neck, a half-needy, half-spiteful “Bobby…” before he felt the needle, the drug burning hot up his side, into his arms, his neck, his groin… Time came unhinged, reality warped and spun around him and all he could feel was heat, heat along his back, heat touching his front, and then darkness.
Bobby awoke with a start, his body slick with salt-sweat and a throbbing hard-on straining at his boxers. Cursing to himself, he wiped at his brow with the back of his hand. Another one of those nights.
It didn’t matter what his subconscious wanted, though. Some things were more important than that. At least, that’s what Scott always said before…
Before Jean died. Before Scott abandoned everything to his sorrow.
Because some things are just that important.
Fuck.
Pairing: Implied B/J
Setting: Post X3 movieverse.
Rating: PG-13 for some language, drugging and implied sexuality.
Notes: Some angst. Unbeta'd. Let me know if I totally screwed up. Was struck by a muse when I should have been sleeping. Enjoy.
It was only seconds in the darkness. Seconds of shivering, trembling at the hot breath on the back of his neck, a half-needy, half-spiteful “Bobby…” before he felt the needle, the drug burning hot up his side, into his arms, his neck, his groin… Time came unhinged, reality warped and spun around him and all he could feel was heat, heat along his back, heat touching his front, and then darkness.
Bobby awoke with a start, his body slick with salt-sweat and a throbbing hard-on straining at his boxers. Cursing to himself, he wiped at his brow with the back of his hand. Another one of those nights.
It didn’t matter what his subconscious wanted, though. Some things were more important than that. At least, that’s what Scott always said before…
Before Jean died. Before Scott abandoned everything to his sorrow.
Because some things are just that important.
Fuck.