Friday
Title: Friday
Fandom: X-Men
Disclaimer: The characters and the team belong to Marvel comics.
Rating: slash - hard
Pairing: Ric/Star
Feedback: Please do.
Author’s Notes: Julio’s all alone.
The order to read this series: Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Over three months had passed since Julio had left New York, and X-Factor, and everything he’d known. He’d moved to the West coast, where it was warm. He’d always hated the bitter winters of the North-East. Southern California was much more friendly to his Mexican heritage than New York had ever been.
He’d recently received his official license as a legal translator for the state of California. Being Mexican, and fluent in both English and Spanish, it had been easy to pass the exams. He got a sense of satisfaction from the job.
He also worked part-time as a mechanic. To pay the bills. He had a small apartment all to himself. That was probably the best part. Living alone, without a crowd of teammates always bickering. Sometimes he missed it, but most of the time he was content.
Content, but not exactly happy.
He’d gotten a kitten, in order to fulfill that weird void. He’d gone to the shelter, and there had been this adorable little calico fluff ball of white, orange, and black. A patch of black fur around one of his eyes reminded Julio a little of a star. But only vaguely.
After much consideration, he christened the kitten Orion.
Orion was the most energized little ball of fluff Julio had ever seen. He terrorized his tiny apartment, attacking anything that moved, and anything that didn’t. He especially liked to pounce feet. Preferably while in motion, but it wasn’t a prerequisite.
Julio loved him. Even if he did have this incessant need to curl up on his head while he tried to sleep.
In the time since he’d left, he hadn’t once called anyone at X-Factor to let them know how he was. He didn’t call home either. He was furiously set on creating a new life for himself, and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
Although, if he’d had Shatterstar’s number, he’d have to fight every day not to dial it. Just so he could shout profanities at him, and then hang up on him. Afterwards, he would curl up somewhere to sulk. But he had no idea where Shatterstar was, or whether he had “found” himself. Maybe in someone else.
Fridays were a lead up to the weekend, which meant that Fridays were nights for relaxing. At least, they were for Julio.
He came home late from the garage, having worked in the court houses during the day. Unlocking his door, he bent down quickly to scoop up Orion before he made his escape. The cat wriggled, bumped his nose against Julio’s face, and then leapt from his arms to pounce on a cat toy he’d left out.
Julio stripped out of his clothes, dumping the duffel bag that carried his court clothes onto his kitchen table. He slipped into the shower, and washed the grease and sweat and the day away. The pounding hot water on his back did wonders to clear his mind.
When he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and stepped across the hall to his room. His apartment was small after all.
He toweled off, and let it fall to the floor at his feet. He thought about dressing. Putting on some boxers, a t shirt. He really did. But the bed was calling to him, and it was one of those hot sort of days. His air conditioning kicked on and off, and right now, it was off.
What to do, when you’re newly showered, hot, and naked?
Go to sleep, of course.
Julio had mastered the art of sleeping. He could sleep just about anywhere. On a noisy bus, standing up, a dumpster. He’d never tried the dumpster, but he was sure he could. And he slept for hours. It was probably the one thing he was naturally gifted at.
He sprawled onto his bed, kicking the covers to the floor, and fell asleep even as his skin was drying.
He was back in one of the X-Force headquarters. At least, he thought it was the headquarters. It didn’t really look like it, but it felt like it. Someone was watching television, but Julio couldn’t see it. He was focused on the person sitting on the couch, attention directed towards that thing Julio couldn’t see.
Then the person turned to him, and smiled. “Hello, Julio.”
And without any transition, they were kissing, and Julio’s fingers were threaded in long, red hair, and strong arms were wrapped around him. Julio imagined they were naked, possibly, and lying down on a couch, or a bed, or maybe even the floor.
There was heat, and passion, and touching. Oh, touching.
“Shatterstar,” he whispered.
He woke up with his hand on his erection, and a soft moan on his lips. The dream was already mostly fading from his mind, and that was all it was. Just a dream. It didn’t mean anything.
But he was so hard. He thought about curvy hips and large breasts, soft skin and pink lips. He didn’t think about hard muscle, or red hair, or an intensely concentrated expression. His hand trembled as he stroked himself.
Orion entered the room and peered at him disapprovingly. Julio ignored him.
It didn’t mean anything. It just felt good.
He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out as he came, afraid of betraying his thoughts. His muscles quivered as he sat up, ashamed that he’d given into that need. Again. Dios, he hoped it would be the last time. He hoped every time it would be the last time. The last time he thought about ‘Star, wondered, if things had been different, would he..?
No, never. He pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. It was just an idle dream. Nothing more.
Fandom: X-Men
Disclaimer: The characters and the team belong to Marvel comics.
Rating: slash - hard
Pairing: Ric/Star
Feedback: Please do.
Author’s Notes: Julio’s all alone.
The order to read this series: Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
Over three months had passed since Julio had left New York, and X-Factor, and everything he’d known. He’d moved to the West coast, where it was warm. He’d always hated the bitter winters of the North-East. Southern California was much more friendly to his Mexican heritage than New York had ever been.
He’d recently received his official license as a legal translator for the state of California. Being Mexican, and fluent in both English and Spanish, it had been easy to pass the exams. He got a sense of satisfaction from the job.
He also worked part-time as a mechanic. To pay the bills. He had a small apartment all to himself. That was probably the best part. Living alone, without a crowd of teammates always bickering. Sometimes he missed it, but most of the time he was content.
Content, but not exactly happy.
He’d gotten a kitten, in order to fulfill that weird void. He’d gone to the shelter, and there had been this adorable little calico fluff ball of white, orange, and black. A patch of black fur around one of his eyes reminded Julio a little of a star. But only vaguely.
After much consideration, he christened the kitten Orion.
Orion was the most energized little ball of fluff Julio had ever seen. He terrorized his tiny apartment, attacking anything that moved, and anything that didn’t. He especially liked to pounce feet. Preferably while in motion, but it wasn’t a prerequisite.
Julio loved him. Even if he did have this incessant need to curl up on his head while he tried to sleep.
In the time since he’d left, he hadn’t once called anyone at X-Factor to let them know how he was. He didn’t call home either. He was furiously set on creating a new life for himself, and he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
Although, if he’d had Shatterstar’s number, he’d have to fight every day not to dial it. Just so he could shout profanities at him, and then hang up on him. Afterwards, he would curl up somewhere to sulk. But he had no idea where Shatterstar was, or whether he had “found” himself. Maybe in someone else.
Fridays were a lead up to the weekend, which meant that Fridays were nights for relaxing. At least, they were for Julio.
He came home late from the garage, having worked in the court houses during the day. Unlocking his door, he bent down quickly to scoop up Orion before he made his escape. The cat wriggled, bumped his nose against Julio’s face, and then leapt from his arms to pounce on a cat toy he’d left out.
Julio stripped out of his clothes, dumping the duffel bag that carried his court clothes onto his kitchen table. He slipped into the shower, and washed the grease and sweat and the day away. The pounding hot water on his back did wonders to clear his mind.
When he stepped out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and stepped across the hall to his room. His apartment was small after all.
He toweled off, and let it fall to the floor at his feet. He thought about dressing. Putting on some boxers, a t shirt. He really did. But the bed was calling to him, and it was one of those hot sort of days. His air conditioning kicked on and off, and right now, it was off.
What to do, when you’re newly showered, hot, and naked?
Go to sleep, of course.
Julio had mastered the art of sleeping. He could sleep just about anywhere. On a noisy bus, standing up, a dumpster. He’d never tried the dumpster, but he was sure he could. And he slept for hours. It was probably the one thing he was naturally gifted at.
He sprawled onto his bed, kicking the covers to the floor, and fell asleep even as his skin was drying.
He was back in one of the X-Force headquarters. At least, he thought it was the headquarters. It didn’t really look like it, but it felt like it. Someone was watching television, but Julio couldn’t see it. He was focused on the person sitting on the couch, attention directed towards that thing Julio couldn’t see.
Then the person turned to him, and smiled. “Hello, Julio.”
And without any transition, they were kissing, and Julio’s fingers were threaded in long, red hair, and strong arms were wrapped around him. Julio imagined they were naked, possibly, and lying down on a couch, or a bed, or maybe even the floor.
There was heat, and passion, and touching. Oh, touching.
“Shatterstar,” he whispered.
He woke up with his hand on his erection, and a soft moan on his lips. The dream was already mostly fading from his mind, and that was all it was. Just a dream. It didn’t mean anything.
But he was so hard. He thought about curvy hips and large breasts, soft skin and pink lips. He didn’t think about hard muscle, or red hair, or an intensely concentrated expression. His hand trembled as he stroked himself.
Orion entered the room and peered at him disapprovingly. Julio ignored him.
It didn’t mean anything. It just felt good.
He bit his lip to keep himself from crying out as he came, afraid of betraying his thoughts. His muscles quivered as he sat up, ashamed that he’d given into that need. Again. Dios, he hoped it would be the last time. He hoped every time it would be the last time. The last time he thought about ‘Star, wondered, if things had been different, would he..?
No, never. He pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. It was just an idle dream. Nothing more.