[X-men] To the Ends of the Earth by xlineartx (R)
Fandom: X-Men (X-Factor)
Characters: Rictor/Shatterstar
Rating: R
Length: One Shot
Warnings: Violence, sexuality
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for X-Factor
Author: xlineartx
Why this must be read: Because happy endings sometimes begin in grit and sand and running away and because these two men have turned into some of the most interesting in X-cannon. Also, because the prose is beautiful, visual, and sensual.
Author's Summary: Some of the things that happened in Mexico.
In retrospect, the days they spent in Mexico were probably the best days of his life.
Fucked up, he knew, since he was up against his own family, for fuck’s sake, but.
Cruising down dusty old roads, just him and Shatterstar and the CD Tabby made him especially for the trip, stuck on repeat ‘cause it was better than anything on the radio, sleeping in cheap-ass hostels whenever they got the chance. Some nights they had to stop in the middle of nowhere, trying to get comfy in the backseat-wasn’t easy. Barely room for one person, let alone two, let alone someone as big as Star. Star, well, Star could sleep standing up, but Ric wasn’t so lucky as all that. He’d been sharing a bed with Star since they were practically kids, Cable and Dom belonging to the whatever-helps-you-sleep-at-night school of fake parenting. Couldn’t really sleep without him-not well, anyway. One night they had to share a crappy hostel room with a group of turista high school kids and their Spanish teacher. They’d started out in separate beds that night, until Ric’s tossing and turning prompted Star to sneak under his covers, petting his hair until he fell asleep. Those were the good days, though, the ones with the real beds and a little café right down the street where they could get something to eat. Most days they woke up cramped and ate handfuls of whatever until they could get to a restaurant. Star wrinkled his nose when they got down to the snack cakes and sodas that Ric kept in the trunk, you know, just in case. Ric would tease him, call him picky, and Shatterstar would invariably take the bait.
To the Ends of the Earth
Characters: Rictor/Shatterstar
Rating: R
Length: One Shot
Warnings: Violence, sexuality
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for X-Factor
Author: xlineartx
Why this must be read: Because happy endings sometimes begin in grit and sand and running away and because these two men have turned into some of the most interesting in X-cannon. Also, because the prose is beautiful, visual, and sensual.
Author's Summary: Some of the things that happened in Mexico.
In retrospect, the days they spent in Mexico were probably the best days of his life.
Fucked up, he knew, since he was up against his own family, for fuck’s sake, but.
Cruising down dusty old roads, just him and Shatterstar and the CD Tabby made him especially for the trip, stuck on repeat ‘cause it was better than anything on the radio, sleeping in cheap-ass hostels whenever they got the chance. Some nights they had to stop in the middle of nowhere, trying to get comfy in the backseat-wasn’t easy. Barely room for one person, let alone two, let alone someone as big as Star. Star, well, Star could sleep standing up, but Ric wasn’t so lucky as all that. He’d been sharing a bed with Star since they were practically kids, Cable and Dom belonging to the whatever-helps-you-sleep-at-night school of fake parenting. Couldn’t really sleep without him-not well, anyway. One night they had to share a crappy hostel room with a group of turista high school kids and their Spanish teacher. They’d started out in separate beds that night, until Ric’s tossing and turning prompted Star to sneak under his covers, petting his hair until he fell asleep. Those were the good days, though, the ones with the real beds and a little café right down the street where they could get something to eat. Most days they woke up cramped and ate handfuls of whatever until they could get to a restaurant. Star wrinkled his nose when they got down to the snack cakes and sodas that Ric kept in the trunk, you know, just in case. Ric would tease him, call him picky, and Shatterstar would invariably take the bait.
To the Ends of the Earth