Aladdin and Jasmine [Drabble]
Title: Aladdin and Jasmine
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Bobby
Chapter: Drabble
Summary: Sometimes John wonders if Bobby isn’t just a child trapped in the body of a teenager.
Beta: The totally awesome Christine, who even though she had burnt feet, read over this for me ^^
Disclaimer: I won nothing but a headache. Although, feel free to take that.
A/N: I wrote this for two reasons. The first was because I had ‘A Whole New World’ stuck in my head and decided the only way to get rid of it was to write it out, and the other was because I’ve been sick and haven’t felt like writing. No matter how small, this is still a kind of break through, haha.
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Sometimes John wonders if Bobby isn’t just a child trapped in the body of a teenager.
It’s not like the idea doesn’t have merit, after all, they do live in a mansion that is filled with mutants who accidentally send their powers flying on a regular basis, so you know, it is possible.
The only problem with that theory is that Bobby is still every bit a teenager apart from the singing. The array of bite marks on John’s chest prove, that yes, Bobby is still a horny and normal boyfriend.
Therefore, the only other answer is that his boyfriend is simply a geek who really likes to sing every Disney song known to man. He’s currently on an Aladdin kick.
John won’t lie. It is really starting to piss him off, especially when he wakes up and gets in the shower only to have ‘A Whole New World’ going through his fucking head.
For a while he’d just started kissing Bobby as soon as he started singing, but unfortunately, that hadn’t worked too well. As soon as they broke away, Bobby would just smile and then be singing again as he walked away.
John would try abstaining from sex, but he knows he’d be the first one to crack.
He ends up just glaring as he sits in the corner of the room when they watch Disney movies and Bobby sings along with the kids. His lighter gets clicked so much even he starts to get sick of it.
It’s only when Kitty starts singing along to Jasmine’s parts that he gets up and leaves.
That was two days ago. Bobby still doesn’t understand why he’s pissed at him, but they’re not exactly fighting either. It’s too bad Bobby is still fucking singing.
He’s about ready to burn all the Disney movies at this point, because, seriously, now he knows all the words. Luckily though, he heard some of the kids talking and tonight is the last night of Aladdin before they move onto The Jungle Book.
John’s not exactly sure whether he wants to be thankful or groan. Either way he’s still got another set of sing-a-longs to deal with.
“Hey John,” he hears before a hip nudges his arm.
He turns from looking out the window next to his bed to face Bobby. He’s smiling and has his hands in his pockets. “You going to come down and watch Aladdin with us?”
“No.” It’s instantaneous, and he really thought Bobby would have learned better by now.
Bobby’s smile gets softer even as his eyes shine with amusement. “You really should let your inner child out, John.”
“You do it enough for both of us,” John replies dryly before lying down on his bed so he’s looking up at Bobby.
Shaking his head, Bobby’s hand comes down to run up the exposed skin of his stomach, where his shirt’s ridden up. John shivers despite himself.
Leaning down, Bobby’s face hovers close to his. “Alright, but you do realise things would be a lot more entertaining if you’d let me serenade you again.”
“Oh is that what that was?” John questions, “I thought that was just pissing me the fuck off.”
Bobby laughs. “Well, that too.” He pauses, “Plus I love Disney.”
Rolling his eyes, John pulls Bobby down the few inches needed for a kiss. He doesn’t get to deepen it before Bobby pulls back. “Later. I have to go play Aladdin.”
“Fuck Aladdin,” John grumbles.
Pulling back, Bobby throws him a wink while saying, “I said later, Jasmine.”
The fireball John sends at him is turned to ice long before it touches Bobby.
Neither of them says anything though, and when Bobby leaves with a smile on his face, John pretends not to hear him singing as he walks away. Just like he pretends he didn’t catch himself doing the same thing a few seconds later.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Moi, blackeyedwicca
Pairing: John/Bobby
Chapter: Drabble
Summary: Sometimes John wonders if Bobby isn’t just a child trapped in the body of a teenager.
Beta: The totally awesome Christine, who even though she had burnt feet, read over this for me ^^
Disclaimer: I won nothing but a headache. Although, feel free to take that.
A/N: I wrote this for two reasons. The first was because I had ‘A Whole New World’ stuck in my head and decided the only way to get rid of it was to write it out, and the other was because I’ve been sick and haven’t felt like writing. No matter how small, this is still a kind of break through, haha.
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Sometimes John wonders if Bobby isn’t just a child trapped in the body of a teenager.
It’s not like the idea doesn’t have merit, after all, they do live in a mansion that is filled with mutants who accidentally send their powers flying on a regular basis, so you know, it is possible.
The only problem with that theory is that Bobby is still every bit a teenager apart from the singing. The array of bite marks on John’s chest prove, that yes, Bobby is still a horny and normal boyfriend.
Therefore, the only other answer is that his boyfriend is simply a geek who really likes to sing every Disney song known to man. He’s currently on an Aladdin kick.
John won’t lie. It is really starting to piss him off, especially when he wakes up and gets in the shower only to have ‘A Whole New World’ going through his fucking head.
For a while he’d just started kissing Bobby as soon as he started singing, but unfortunately, that hadn’t worked too well. As soon as they broke away, Bobby would just smile and then be singing again as he walked away.
John would try abstaining from sex, but he knows he’d be the first one to crack.
He ends up just glaring as he sits in the corner of the room when they watch Disney movies and Bobby sings along with the kids. His lighter gets clicked so much even he starts to get sick of it.
It’s only when Kitty starts singing along to Jasmine’s parts that he gets up and leaves.
That was two days ago. Bobby still doesn’t understand why he’s pissed at him, but they’re not exactly fighting either. It’s too bad Bobby is still fucking singing.
He’s about ready to burn all the Disney movies at this point, because, seriously, now he knows all the words. Luckily though, he heard some of the kids talking and tonight is the last night of Aladdin before they move onto The Jungle Book.
John’s not exactly sure whether he wants to be thankful or groan. Either way he’s still got another set of sing-a-longs to deal with.
“Hey John,” he hears before a hip nudges his arm.
He turns from looking out the window next to his bed to face Bobby. He’s smiling and has his hands in his pockets. “You going to come down and watch Aladdin with us?”
“No.” It’s instantaneous, and he really thought Bobby would have learned better by now.
Bobby’s smile gets softer even as his eyes shine with amusement. “You really should let your inner child out, John.”
“You do it enough for both of us,” John replies dryly before lying down on his bed so he’s looking up at Bobby.
Shaking his head, Bobby’s hand comes down to run up the exposed skin of his stomach, where his shirt’s ridden up. John shivers despite himself.
Leaning down, Bobby’s face hovers close to his. “Alright, but you do realise things would be a lot more entertaining if you’d let me serenade you again.”
“Oh is that what that was?” John questions, “I thought that was just pissing me the fuck off.”
Bobby laughs. “Well, that too.” He pauses, “Plus I love Disney.”
Rolling his eyes, John pulls Bobby down the few inches needed for a kiss. He doesn’t get to deepen it before Bobby pulls back. “Later. I have to go play Aladdin.”
“Fuck Aladdin,” John grumbles.
Pulling back, Bobby throws him a wink while saying, “I said later, Jasmine.”
The fireball John sends at him is turned to ice long before it touches Bobby.
Neither of them says anything though, and when Bobby leaves with a smile on his face, John pretends not to hear him singing as he walks away. Just like he pretends he didn’t catch himself doing the same thing a few seconds later.