Inside (Where You Can’t Hide)
I think I wrote a happy fic, once...
Title: Inside (Where You Can’t Hide)
Author:
misplacedmarble
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: St. John/Bobby
Prompt: 010. Secret.
Word Count: 259
Rating: R
Summary: A secret in the dark.
Author's Notes: Um…Sorry that the title rhymes? It just sorta grabbed on and wouldn’t let go.
Cross Posted:
misplacedmarble,
dry_ice,
fiery_snowstorm,
x_slash,
100_situations
Inside (Where You Can’t Hide)
It’s always in the dark.
Lights off, curtains closed, the heavy, oppressive blackness an appropriate cover for something as sordid as Bobby obviously wants this to be.
Always after midnight, too, the small hours of the morning when creeping silence hides in every corner, as they bury themselves in a cocoon of moaning need, as Bobby bites his lower lip and screws his face up in a pleasure that looks like pain, and John trails a pattern of sweat and saliva down an erratically heaving chest.
And it’s good, it’s wonderful, because in the dark is where John can hate him, can revel in the burning pain and ecstasy of it as limbs (slip-slide) together, and the beautiful boy lying in his bed like a newly debauched god won’t complain when he growls in the back of his throat and bites just a little too hard.
They are savage and imperfect and secret, this most of all, because he is probing ruthlessly into somewhere deep inside Bobby that no one else has ever been - and John doesn’t just mean that tight little ass, oh no, that’s just a bonus along the way, this is the dark, angry, broken place that exists only when the lights go out and the walls come down, where everything is covered in dirt and lust.
This is teeth, and sweat, and glory, and the most perfect thing that John has ever had the pleasure to break into a thousand pieces and put back together again just a little less faultless than it arrived.
Title: Inside (Where You Can’t Hide)
Author:
misplacedmarble
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: St. John/Bobby
Prompt: 010. Secret.
Word Count: 259
Rating: R
Summary: A secret in the dark.
Author's Notes: Um…Sorry that the title rhymes? It just sorta grabbed on and wouldn’t let go.
Cross Posted:
misplacedmarble,
dry_ice,
fiery_snowstorm,
x_slash,
100_situations
Inside (Where You Can’t Hide)
It’s always in the dark.
Lights off, curtains closed, the heavy, oppressive blackness an appropriate cover for something as sordid as Bobby obviously wants this to be.
Always after midnight, too, the small hours of the morning when creeping silence hides in every corner, as they bury themselves in a cocoon of moaning need, as Bobby bites his lower lip and screws his face up in a pleasure that looks like pain, and John trails a pattern of sweat and saliva down an erratically heaving chest.
And it’s good, it’s wonderful, because in the dark is where John can hate him, can revel in the burning pain and ecstasy of it as limbs (slip-slide) together, and the beautiful boy lying in his bed like a newly debauched god won’t complain when he growls in the back of his throat and bites just a little too hard.
They are savage and imperfect and secret, this most of all, because he is probing ruthlessly into somewhere deep inside Bobby that no one else has ever been - and John doesn’t just mean that tight little ass, oh no, that’s just a bonus along the way, this is the dark, angry, broken place that exists only when the lights go out and the walls come down, where everything is covered in dirt and lust.
This is teeth, and sweat, and glory, and the most perfect thing that John has ever had the pleasure to break into a thousand pieces and put back together again just a little less faultless than it arrived.