Icedick and Insane Pyro....
Description: Iceman/Pyro
Synopsis: Iceman/Pyro meet in a subway in NYC. They do naughty things. If you don't like that then don't read it. This is unfinished, but I might finish it at some point in time. It's hot though.
Rating: R
Chapter 1
Bobby Drake sat in the corner of the dark dingy subway station. It was somewhere unknown to him in New York City. It wasn’t a very good part of town, but he quickly got over it. He just went wherever life took him. It had been about a year since he’d left home. It was in his thirteenth birthday. He found out he was a mutant and was able to lower the temperature of his surroundings and manipulate the moisture into any shape of ice he wanted. He wasn’t really sure what all he could do. Of course his parents didn’t approve they acted like he was deformed and had some sort of disease. They were going to send him away and make him take all sorts of tests. He just ran off instead of deal with that.
He took the first train from Boston to New York City leaving him here alone in the big city. He was now Fifteen he just turned fifteen, but who cares about birthdays anyway? He didn’t really have many friends except this other kid named John he’d recently come into contact with. He was also a mutant. He was a few years older than Bobby and his opposite. Instead of being able to make ice like Bobby could, John could manipulate fire. He could manipulate something as small as a lit cigarette into a huge flame. However, he could not produce the fire only manipulate it so he had to carry around something to produce the fire. His weapon of choice was a Zippo lighter. Bobby had been waiting for John to get back. He’d made a run to snag them some food.
He didn’t have to wait long within a few minutes of Bobby being there John showed up. He threw some sandwiches on the cement. They were wrapped. Bobby didn’t want to know how he got them this time. They looked a lot better than the other food they’d gotten. “Took you long enough,” Bobby said half jokingly. He knew that would really piss John off, but that was the point.
“Shut up Icedick, you can get it next time if you have a problem with waiting,” John said smirking a little. He couldn’t stay mad at Bobby for long.
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Insane Pyro what did you get for us?” he asked suddenly realizing how hungry he really was.
“I’m not insane, asshole,” John shot back laughing a little manically after he said it. “Anyway, it’s sandwiches who the hell cares how I got them now eat,” he said as he removed the cellophane wrapping from his sandwich first.
“If you’re not insane then I’m not an Icedick by the way,” Bobby said as he opened his sandwich as well. They both ate quickly without stopping to talk. When they finished Bobby went back to resting against the wall. John moved over next to him.
“Hey, Icedick I got something else,” he said as he opened a brown bag that he had. He took out a bottle of whiskey. He opened the lid and took a long drink then passed the bottle over to Bobby. “Happy birthday,” he said smirking.
Bobby took the bottle he looked at it for a minute. It looked really fancy he wondered how John got away with it. He took a sip that wasn’t as long as John’s. He felt it burn his throat. “What the hell is this shit, John?” he asked passing the bottle over to him.
“It’s Crown, Bobby, can’t you read?” he said smirking. “Oh, no I’m not taking it back until you get a full swig and enjoy it,” he added pushing the bottle back to Bobby. Bobby took it back and took a huge gulp of it. That gulp had to be even bigger than the one John just took. “That’s what I’m talking about, Popsicle,” John said smirking and taking it back from him. He took another gulp. He then held the bottle admiring the beauty of it. “You don’t know what I went through to get this,” he said thinking aloud.
“What?” Bobby asked feeling really good right now. “Did you blow someone?” he asked playfully.
“What if I did, Popsicle?” John said raising his eyebrow at Bobby waiting for a reaction.
Bobby just laughed. “You did not,” he said as he sort of fell over and leaned on the other boy’s shoulder.
“What if I did?” John asked again as he took another sip. The bottle was going fast. He put it on Bobby’s head. “It’s warm now,” He pouted. Bobby took the bottle and made it frosty and cold again. Then he took another sip.
“There now it’s not. Oh and you didn’t blow anyone. Maybe what you mean by blow is you blew up a store and took it,” Bobby said still leaning on the other boy’s shoulder. His words were sort of slurring when he spoke.
“No, I blew the cashier at the store and he gave it to me as a present,” John said. It was mostly alcohol talking. He wasn’t even sure how he got it at this point. Maybe that really was how he got it.
“Oh, stop, you’re such a liar,” Bobby said as he sort of hit him a little and continued to lay on him. John laughed. He set the bottle down it was pretty much empty. He felt himself slide down the wall a little and as he moved Bobby moved with him. Before he knew it Bobby’s head was resting near his crotch and not on his shoulder. John couldn’t help but get a little turned on by that.
“While you’re down there…” John said trailing off and not even finishing. He didn’t even know if Bobby knew what he was doing right now. John could feel Bobby starting to ice up. He didn’t know if it was because he was nervous, turned on, drunk, embarrassed, or what. John touched him and felt his hand turn cold contrasting with his heat. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He wanted to make sure he was ok.
“Nothing is wrong. Incase you haven’t figured it out I don’t get hot I get cold,” He said his voice still sounding a little slurred from the alcohol. John looked at him. Did that mean he was turned on? Before John could answer it for himself, Bobby was sitting on his lap with his legs wrapped around him. John could feel an erection pressing against his. “Hmm, I guess that answers my question,” John said as he waited to see what Bobby would do next. He normally was the one doing the dominating, but he rather liked this.
“Shh…” Bobby hushed John as he pinned him against the wall. He pressed his lips against his and kissed him passionately. John let out a moan against Bobby’s lips as he felt his cold kiss. He couldn’t take it. It was too much of a turn on. What were the chances of him meeting his mutant opposite anyway? Maybe this was the reason they met. Bobby pressed harder against John his erection pressing against his ever growing one. He thrust his hips some causing John to moan louder. He quickly muffled the moans by kissing him passionately. They kissed each other passionately for a few minutes. Both of them were running their fingers through each others hair and grabbing and pulling it. Bobby had worked John’s shirt up and off and John was now working on Bobby’s shirt.
“Let me,” Bobby said as he took off his shirt on his own. John quickly put his hands on his chest wanting to feel the cold of the other boy badly. He needed something to cool him off and Bobby was just the thing. He felt his chest and moved his hands down to his abs which were built. Bobby was athletic so he had an athletic build. He continued down to the waistband of Bobby’s jeans. He unbuttoned them easily and they pretty much unzipped on their own when he stuck his hand down them and started massaging his cock. It was still covered by the cloth of his boxers. Bobby moaned loudly as John did his thing. It continued for a few moments until Bobby was breathing heavier and colder than ever.
Suddenly without warning John pushed Bobby on the ground he sort of hit Bobby’s head against the cement wall by doing this, but neither of them noticed right now. He had switched positions to the way he liked it. He on top letting Bobby know who was in charge. He continued as he pulled Bobby’s jeans off. He was now just in his boxers on the cement floor of the subway station. No one ever came to this subway station not that John or Bobby was thinking about being seen at the moment. “Now what are you going to do, Popsicle, or should I continue to call you Icedick?” John asked as he waited for some kind of reaction from Bobby letting him know it was okay to continue.
“Just do something insane Pyro,” Bobby muttered. He was sobering up which meant he knew what he was doing he just didn’t want to stop it.
“I told you I’m not insane. Ok, fine maybe I am,” he said as he sort of smirked then took off Bobby’s boxers exposing his hard on. He then moved down and started to give him head right there on the cement floor. He could hear Bobby moaning. He’d wondered if he’d even gotten head before. He was sure he had, but probably not from a pro like him. After all, how did he think he got all the good food and whiskey? He continued on until Bobby came. He swallowed every last drop of him then got off of him. He looked down and noticed he still had his painfully hard erection. He gave Bobby a minute to catch his breath and get dressed if he chose before pointing out the fact that it was his turn. He couldn’t wait to feel his cold lips against his cock. At this thought, a thought occurred to him. Bobby’s dick was cold just like the rest of him. It was colder in fact. He really is an Icedick after all. He sort of smirked at that thought. “Come on Icedick, I’m waiting,” he said finally letting Bobby know it was his turn. He couldn’t wait any longer.
“I’m not an Icedick. I’m an Iceman how many times do I have to correct you, bitch?” He said as he pushed John to the ground causing him to hit his head against the wall this time. He did it on purpose. John was too caught off guard to even bother to tell him that infact he was an Icedick and he rather liked it. Bobby was being really rough and John loved it.
John’s shirt was already off, but his pants were still on. They were quickly removed by the Iceman though. Before he could even react his boxers were removed as well. Then John felt what he’d been waiting for. He felt Bobby’s cold lips on his hot throbbing cock. He moaned loudly. “Oh, shit, yes, Iceman. Bobby,” he said practically moaning his name. John came quickly. It was almost a little bit too quick. He couldn’t help it though. The coldness contrasting with his hotness was almost too much for him to bear. Maybe Bobby was the real pro at giving head around here. No he was for sure, but Bobby had to be a close second. He laid there for a minute gasping for breath before he reached for his clothes.
“You like that Pyro?” Bobby asked as he sat there against the wall feeling much sober but still a little intoxicated.
“Of course I did, Iceman,” He said not calling him Icedick for the first time since they’d met. He noticed Bobby hadn’t called him insane either. Was this the start of something bigger? Or was it just an alcohol induced fling?