TM Prompt 224 - Mad.
ooc: Based on RP. Takes place after John finds out that Magneto is free, and he's not allowed to be Katie Dane's bodyguard anymore, and after his repsonse to that (in which his unintentionally argues and hurts some of his friends.)
doug_ramsey and tm_northstar used with permission. Warning: some language and implied sexual content.
Friday night was Movie Night at John's place. Doug came over, and so did Jean-Paul. Doug had a security pass to the building, but Jean-Paul did not. John argued it so vehemently with the security team, with so much anger coming out of him while he yelled beratingly at the big, balding intimidating (except to John) man that, half a block away from the building, John accidentally set a tree on fire by making flame jump from some poor dude's cigarette. The team was so flustered with the situation, and with John, that they finally allowed JP in so that they could attend to the mess.
This made John smirk and be smug like nothing else. Jean-Paul rolled his eyes, and Doug just grinned a little and shook his head.
Doug hadn't been by John's new place yet and Nettik even rubbed against Doug's legs, purring happily. John swore the stupid cat shot him a 'Why the hell has he been away?' look, and John nearly shoved it in a closet. But Doug picked up the cat and carried her in his arms as John gave Doug the tour of the spacious and luxurious penthouse. Jean-Paul was in the living-room, setting up the DVD and scoping out the kitchen for food, so when John showed Doug his bedroom, Doug was a total and complete tease as he eyed up thekingsize bed and made a comment under his breath about, "All the space."
"Fuck, why is Jean-Paul here?" John muttered, and Doug just laughed as they headed back to the living room.
On one couch, John was sitting up against the arm of the chair, with Doug sitting in front of him, between his legs. Doug was leaned back against John's chest, and John's arms were him, holding him tight. Jean-Paul was sprawled on the other couch opposite them, and made comments about having wished he brought his own boyfriend so he didn't have to put up with the cuteness of John and Doug. (In which John replied, "We're not cute, we're fucking sexy." And then Doug cheerfully agreed, "Yeah!" and giggled and somehow it was more cute then sexy. John sighed.)
Jean-Paul was making them watch some movie that was in half-French, half-English. Jean-Paul didn't have a problem with that, because he was bilingual in those languages. Doug didn't have a problem with that, because he was, um, everything-lingual.
John? Problem with that. He didn't know French. Doug and Jean-Paul were half-paying attention to the movie, half-making stupid jokes and comments to each other, more often then not in French (probably without even noticing it.) John was actually liking it, it was pretty funny, but he had to focus and pay attention to it in ways they didn't, because he had to read all the subtitles or he missed what was said.
After about the third time Doug burst out laughing at something that JP said, John snapped, "Would you two fucking knock it off?"
They both went silent, JP staring at him, and Doug trying to twist around to see John's face. John gestured at the television. "I'm trying to watch the fucking movie here, and I'm not as smarty-pantses smart with the languages like you two so stop distracting me."
JP stared at him and smirked. "Smarty-pantses?"
Doug laughed and started to squirm his back against John's crotch. "Well, if you want some real distraction..."
Jean-Paul rolled his eyes. "Now you two need to fucking knock it off."
"FUCKING SHUT UP."
Doug and Jean-Paul just laughed. Again. John sighed. Again.
After the movie, they decided to play some Wii, and they sat around and talked. Just about useless, random stuff, nothing serious. The Brotherhood, or Toad, did not come up once. Neither did Lorna or Katie, or Kara. Just... random stuff. Boy stuff. Jokes and innuendos, and working together to solve the clues on the Wii CSI game.
("Awesome. Beefcake Nick is our partner," Jean-Paul said.
John rolled his eyes, and protested, "But I like the tall, skinny, young geeky one, personally."
"They really need a sexy bad-boy one," Doug said, sighing a little.)
When Jean-Paul was getting ready to leave, John put his arm around his shoulder, very briefly - probably the closest thing he'd ever gave him to a hug - but let his arm drop after about half a second, and punched Jean-Paul on the arm lightly. "Don't forget your fucking DVD," John said. He meant, Thanks.
"Yeah, yeah," Jean-Paul answered, but gave a brief genuine smile. Then he rolled his eyes. "I'll leave you two to the sex now. No, I don't want to watch. Chrisse."
After Jean-Paul was gone, John went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before joining Doug in the livingroom again. But as he opened the cupboard, he saw the little pink sipping cup that was left behind when Katie had spent the day at his place. John had just found it the other day, and was going to bring it back to Lorna the next day but then later that evening he had found out that Lorna didn't want to talk to him anymore, or let him see her or Katie.
"FUCK," John said, grabbing the sipping cup and throwing it across the kitchen, where it hit the dinning room wall, and broke into a couple pieces.
Doug was at his side within a second. "J.?"
"Fuck, I broke it," John said, taking a step away from Doug, and kicking some lower kitchen cabinets. "I broke it and what if she needs it? Not that it fucking matters because I can't give it to her, but maybe Jean-Paul could have. I should have sent it home with him and now I can't." He punched the wall.
"Hey, hey, shhh," Doug said quietly, stepping into John's space. Immediately, his limbs stopped lashing out at inanimate objects, because there was no way that he would have let Doug get caught in the crossfire. Doug reached out and cup one of John's cheeks, thumb softly rubbing it. "It's okay."
John stepped closer, hands going to Doug's hips. "It's not okay, Doug," he said in a forceful whisper. "Nothing's okay."
"We are." He leaned in and kissed John.
It was all John needed. He pushed Doug up against the counter, hard, pinning him there. He kissed back, desperately and hard and full of emotion but not the best-intentioned kind. His tongue jabbed into Doug's mouth, heated and insistent. His hands roamed Doug's body roughly. Doug let him, at first, kissing him back and feeling him back. But then John's hands went to the waist of Doug's pants, and Doug's own hands grabbed John's wrists as his body went tense.
John stopped immediately, and pulled his head back, frowning. "What?" he asked, breathlessly.
Doug brought his hand up to John's face again, and the other rested on John's neck. Touching him lightly, gently, with care. "This needs to be about us," Doug said softly. "I want this to be about us, okay?"
John was still for a moment, catching his breath. He was quiet, not saying anything, just staring at Doug. Doug held his gaze steadily.
Doug, his calm. He'd always called Doug his calm.
John nodded. "You're right."
And he kissed Doug lightly, and took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. And he made it about them. Everything else was put aside, for the moment.
doug_ramsey and tm_northstar used with permission. Warning: some language and implied sexual content.
Friday night was Movie Night at John's place. Doug came over, and so did Jean-Paul. Doug had a security pass to the building, but Jean-Paul did not. John argued it so vehemently with the security team, with so much anger coming out of him while he yelled beratingly at the big, balding intimidating (except to John) man that, half a block away from the building, John accidentally set a tree on fire by making flame jump from some poor dude's cigarette. The team was so flustered with the situation, and with John, that they finally allowed JP in so that they could attend to the mess.
This made John smirk and be smug like nothing else. Jean-Paul rolled his eyes, and Doug just grinned a little and shook his head.
Doug hadn't been by John's new place yet and Nettik even rubbed against Doug's legs, purring happily. John swore the stupid cat shot him a 'Why the hell has he been away?' look, and John nearly shoved it in a closet. But Doug picked up the cat and carried her in his arms as John gave Doug the tour of the spacious and luxurious penthouse. Jean-Paul was in the living-room, setting up the DVD and scoping out the kitchen for food, so when John showed Doug his bedroom, Doug was a total and complete tease as he eyed up thekingsize bed and made a comment under his breath about, "All the space."
"Fuck, why is Jean-Paul here?" John muttered, and Doug just laughed as they headed back to the living room.
On one couch, John was sitting up against the arm of the chair, with Doug sitting in front of him, between his legs. Doug was leaned back against John's chest, and John's arms were him, holding him tight. Jean-Paul was sprawled on the other couch opposite them, and made comments about having wished he brought his own boyfriend so he didn't have to put up with the cuteness of John and Doug. (In which John replied, "We're not cute, we're fucking sexy." And then Doug cheerfully agreed, "Yeah!" and giggled and somehow it was more cute then sexy. John sighed.)
Jean-Paul was making them watch some movie that was in half-French, half-English. Jean-Paul didn't have a problem with that, because he was bilingual in those languages. Doug didn't have a problem with that, because he was, um, everything-lingual.
John? Problem with that. He didn't know French. Doug and Jean-Paul were half-paying attention to the movie, half-making stupid jokes and comments to each other, more often then not in French (probably without even noticing it.) John was actually liking it, it was pretty funny, but he had to focus and pay attention to it in ways they didn't, because he had to read all the subtitles or he missed what was said.
After about the third time Doug burst out laughing at something that JP said, John snapped, "Would you two fucking knock it off?"
They both went silent, JP staring at him, and Doug trying to twist around to see John's face. John gestured at the television. "I'm trying to watch the fucking movie here, and I'm not as smarty-pantses smart with the languages like you two so stop distracting me."
JP stared at him and smirked. "Smarty-pantses?"
Doug laughed and started to squirm his back against John's crotch. "Well, if you want some real distraction..."
Jean-Paul rolled his eyes. "Now you two need to fucking knock it off."
"FUCKING SHUT UP."
Doug and Jean-Paul just laughed. Again. John sighed. Again.
After the movie, they decided to play some Wii, and they sat around and talked. Just about useless, random stuff, nothing serious. The Brotherhood, or Toad, did not come up once. Neither did Lorna or Katie, or Kara. Just... random stuff. Boy stuff. Jokes and innuendos, and working together to solve the clues on the Wii CSI game.
("Awesome. Beefcake Nick is our partner," Jean-Paul said.
John rolled his eyes, and protested, "But I like the tall, skinny, young geeky one, personally."
"They really need a sexy bad-boy one," Doug said, sighing a little.)
When Jean-Paul was getting ready to leave, John put his arm around his shoulder, very briefly - probably the closest thing he'd ever gave him to a hug - but let his arm drop after about half a second, and punched Jean-Paul on the arm lightly. "Don't forget your fucking DVD," John said. He meant, Thanks.
"Yeah, yeah," Jean-Paul answered, but gave a brief genuine smile. Then he rolled his eyes. "I'll leave you two to the sex now. No, I don't want to watch. Chrisse."
After Jean-Paul was gone, John went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before joining Doug in the livingroom again. But as he opened the cupboard, he saw the little pink sipping cup that was left behind when Katie had spent the day at his place. John had just found it the other day, and was going to bring it back to Lorna the next day but then later that evening he had found out that Lorna didn't want to talk to him anymore, or let him see her or Katie.
"FUCK," John said, grabbing the sipping cup and throwing it across the kitchen, where it hit the dinning room wall, and broke into a couple pieces.
Doug was at his side within a second. "J.?"
"Fuck, I broke it," John said, taking a step away from Doug, and kicking some lower kitchen cabinets. "I broke it and what if she needs it? Not that it fucking matters because I can't give it to her, but maybe Jean-Paul could have. I should have sent it home with him and now I can't." He punched the wall.
"Hey, hey, shhh," Doug said quietly, stepping into John's space. Immediately, his limbs stopped lashing out at inanimate objects, because there was no way that he would have let Doug get caught in the crossfire. Doug reached out and cup one of John's cheeks, thumb softly rubbing it. "It's okay."
John stepped closer, hands going to Doug's hips. "It's not okay, Doug," he said in a forceful whisper. "Nothing's okay."
"We are." He leaned in and kissed John.
It was all John needed. He pushed Doug up against the counter, hard, pinning him there. He kissed back, desperately and hard and full of emotion but not the best-intentioned kind. His tongue jabbed into Doug's mouth, heated and insistent. His hands roamed Doug's body roughly. Doug let him, at first, kissing him back and feeling him back. But then John's hands went to the waist of Doug's pants, and Doug's own hands grabbed John's wrists as his body went tense.
John stopped immediately, and pulled his head back, frowning. "What?" he asked, breathlessly.
Doug brought his hand up to John's face again, and the other rested on John's neck. Touching him lightly, gently, with care. "This needs to be about us," Doug said softly. "I want this to be about us, okay?"
John was still for a moment, catching his breath. He was quiet, not saying anything, just staring at Doug. Doug held his gaze steadily.
Doug, his calm. He'd always called Doug his calm.
John nodded. "You're right."
And he kissed Doug lightly, and took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. And he made it about them. Everything else was put aside, for the moment.