Bobby/John: Secrets and Lies
Title: Secrets and Lies
Author: roxierose13 aka silver_etoile
Pairing: Bobby/John (X-Men)
Rating: NC-17
Complete: Yes
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Bobby has a secret...
A/N: So I haven't given up all my fandoms yet... :)
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Robert Drake is about as perfect as perfect can be. He’s always been the perfect child, top in all his classes, friendly to everyone, an all-around nice guy.
His parents sent him away to get a fine education at a good school in upstate New York. Even after they found out about his mutation, they still loved him. Why? Because he was a good son. He had never given them any reason to dislike him or not love him.
He was still top in all his classes, had many friends, was fairly popular in school. The professors liked him and he got good grades. He always did his work on time and well.
He appeared innocent and sweet. He had a girlfriend he couldn’t even touch. He and Rogue were the quintessential couple, if couples barely held hands and squeezes were stand-ins for kisses.
They were always together, smiling happily at each other, making all the other girls sigh and wish they had a boyfriend like Bobby. The guys teased him lightheartedly for making them all look bad.
One guy who made it a point to mock Bobby was his roommate. John was practically the polar opposite of Bobby. He smoked, he swore, he cut classes. He never did his homework unless he was close to failing. He’d rather sit on the edge of the property, a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hands.
He didn’t have a loving family like Bobby. He didn’t care what happened to him. He didn’t need to please anyone. He only needed to make himself happy.
He did this in several ways. John didn’t like to control himself like Bobby did. His power was his own and he used it to his advantage. He hated when the teachers preached about control. It was just an excuse to suppress them, he thought. They were afraid of what they could do with their powers.
Around school, John had collected something of a reputation. He wasn’t a slut per say, but several people could vouch for his easy ways. John didn’t care. He could do what he wanted. It didn’t matter that several boys and girls whispered behind his back about what he’d done with them.
No one whispered the same things about Bobby. He was not like John in the least, on the outside at least. Bobby had a secret. It was something no one knew. He’d never told anyone, preferring to keep it to himself.
He was sitting with Rogue in the library one Tuesday afternoon, his arm resting around her waist as he read one of his textbooks. He was supposed to be doing research for his essay on Medieval methods of torture. As he stared at the page before him, he found his eyes unfocusing.
He blinked and tried to focus again. He reread the first sentence on the page for the third time and found his mind slipping again.
Beside him, Rogue shifted, running a hand through her long hair. Bobby watched as the dark locks fell back into place. His eyes moved to her lips that were parted slightly as she read her book. He looked away as she glanced up, turning to him.
"You feelin’ alright?" she asked, her southern drawl lulling into her words.
"Yeah, I think I’m just tired," Bobby said, wondering if that’s what it really was. He shook his head and let out a breath. Picking up his book again, he concentrated on reading the first paragraph.
After about three sentences, he found himself staring unseeingly at the page in front of him. He shifted, running a hand restlessly through his hair. He couldn’t seem to concentrate.
He sighed and set down the book, causing Rogue to turn to him once more.
"You sure?" she asked. "Maybe you should lie down."
Bobby was sure if she could touch him, she’d be checking his temperature at that very moment, not that it would have done any good. She was looking at him in a very concerned way, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth turned into a frown.
"Yeah, maybe," Bobby agreed, taking his arm from around her waist and pushing himself off the couch. He set down his book and gave Rogue a small smile and a hand squeeze. "I’ll be back soon."
"Okay," she said as he began to walk away. "Don’t you get too sick now."
"I won’t," Bobby replied playfully. He turned and left her in the library.
As he walked back to his room, he dragged his feet. He wasn’t tired and he wasn’t sick. He was restless. His secret was getting out of hand. Still, no one knew. He couldn’t really tell anyone.
Bobby paused as he reached the door to his room. He listened carefully, wondering if John was home. He wasn’t sure if he wanted John to be home or not. If he was, he would be teased for looking and acting sick. If he wasn’t, the room might be unbearably quiet. John hated awkward silences so something would always be playing, music or something else.
Bobby opened the door and walked into the cluttered room. He stepped delicately over the clothes strewn about the floor. Picking his way over to his bed, he sat down on it, wondering where John was.
The clock on his left read about five o’clock in the afternoon. Outside, the sun was just beginning to drift down, casting a golden light in the entire room. Bobby sighed and looked around the room, frowning at its state. He hated when it was messy.
He got up after a few minutes, unable to stare at the mess anymore. He began to clean, picking up clothes and throwing them in the unused hamper by John’s bed. He’d gotten about half the room (his half) cleared of John’s clothes when the door to the adjoining bathroom opened and John came out, naked except for a towel around his waist.
He didn’t bother picking his way through the clothes. Instead, he just walked right over them to his dresser near the window. Bobby stopped with a shirt in his hand and turned to watch John, his annoyed glare on his back as John dug through his drawers for something to wear.
"Ahem," Bobby said finally.
John stood up and turned around, glancing at the shirt in Bobby’s hand. "Is that clean?" he asked, grabbing it from him and slipping it on. Bobby’s mouth fell open indignantly.
"Don’t you notice anything?" Bobby asked, annoyed.
John paused in his search for jeans and looked around him. "No."
Bobby groaned in frustration. "How can you live in this squalor?" he demanded, kicking a pile of clothes over to John’s side.
"Ooh, big word," John teased, ignoring the shirts that tumbled onto his feet. He grabbed a pair of boxers from his drawer and dropped the towel, slipping them on instead. Bobby glanced away as John’s lower half was revealed.
John rolled his eyes but said nothing about Bobby’s reaction. He’d always thought Bobby had been a bit of a prude, but hey, he had an untouchable girlfriend. That was about as prudish as you could get in John’s book.
"Come on, John," Bobby said exasperatedly, "how hard is it to put your clothes in the basket when you take them off?"
"That depends in the manner they come off," John said suggestively, giving Bobby and exaggerated smirk.
Bobby scoffed at John’s not so subtle humor. "I still don’t see why you can’t do it."
John rolled his eyes and sighed, and Bobby knew he was about to humor him. "Can’t help it, Iceman. You’re clean and I’m not. It’s just one of those little facts of life." John walked over to Bobby and patted him on the shoulder. "You’re just gonna have to learn to live with it."
Bobby stared at John for a second, his eyes calculating John’s statement. John held his eyes for a second then made to turn away.
"No," Bobby said suddenly, grabbing John’s arm and swinging him around. John was surprised as his back hit the wall hard, Bobby’s hands pressing into his shoulders. He’d never seen Bobby like this.
John raised an eyebrow skeptically. "What’s gotten into you?" he asked, watching Bobby closely.
Bobby seemed to be rethinking his decision, uncertainty creeping into his face. He was staring at John, his ice blue eyes flitting over his face, lingering on John’s lips.
John let this go on for about a minute as he figured it out. Once he had, he took advantage of Bobby’s doubt and flipped them around so now it was Bobby pressed against the wall.
John smirked at Bobby, his brown eyes sparkling. He brought his mouth close to Bobby’s ear, his hands pressing Bobby’s shoulders back against the wall. "Oh, how I could corrupt you," he breathed. "I could do so many things and you wouldn’t be so innocent, now, would you?" He saw Bobby swallow hard and he paused, allowing himself a smirk. "What would Rogue say if her perfect little Bobby turned out to be not so perfect? Could she handle the shock? You shouldn’t look, Bobby, if you can’t touch."
John moved back, satisfied with himself. He gave a small chuckle as he released Bobby from his grip and turned back to his bed. "I’m going to meet Peter in the library. Don’t wait up."
As he reached down for the book that was buried under a pile of clothes on the floor, he was pushed rather violently to the side and landed on his bed on his side. He rolled over immediately, only to find Bobby on top of him.
"What the-" he said, struggling to free himself from his captive position. Bobby’s stance, however, did not allow him to move much at all.
Bobby was straddling his hips, using his knees to keep John in place as he stared down at him.
"Bobby, what the fuck?" John demanded. "What has gotten into you?"
Bobby didn’t answer, instead moving forward until he was hovering over John’s body, his hands braced on either side. There was a gleam in his eye John had never seen before and it made him a bit uneasy.
"Hello," he said as Bobby moved closer. "What the hell is going on?"
Still, Bobby didn’t answer. He was inches away from John’s face, his blue eyes boring into John’s. John was silent, watching hawk-like as Bobby inched closer, his frozen breath cold over John’s chin and lips.
"Bobby," John said warningly as Bobby’s lips moved closer. They were only centimeters away and John was holding his breath, his eyes slowly closing, when a loud bang came from the hallway beyond.
John’s eyes shot open and he found himself staring at Bobby just inches away. He had jerked back too at the sound. John gave Bobby a hard push and sat up quickly, jumping off the bed.
"I’m late," he said awkwardly, grabbing his book and leaving the room, letting the door shut loudly behind him.
In the room, Bobby sighed and sunk down onto his bed. Oh yes, the secret was getting much harder to keep.
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John walked straight to the library, his mind still ringing with thoughts of what had just happened. He could see in his mind’s eye Bobby approaching, that look in his eye that John had seen many times.
John shook his head. This was insane. Bobby must have been sick or something. John accepted that explanation uneasily, but as there was none other, it was the best he could do.
As he entered the library, he caught sight of Peter at the far end. He plunked down in the chair next him and set down his book. Something about his manner must have caught Peter’s attention because he turned to him, a questioning look in his eye.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
John scowled. He wasn’t going to tell anyone about what had just happened. It was too weird and he didn’t trust anyone anyway. "Yeah, I hate math," he replied, coldly rebuffing Peter’s attempt.
Peter just rolled his eyes at John’s standoffishness and turned to his book, flipping it open.
John followed suit, though for the next two hours, his mind would be on anything but math.
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When John got back to his room that night, all was dark. He didn’t bother turning on the light, assuming Bobby was already in bed. It was later than he had expected. After finishing studying, he had gone out to the edge of a property for a smoke, only coming back when he realized a few hours had passed without his knowledge.
John moved slowly in the room, noticing that the floor was no longer covered in clothes. He figured Bobby had finished cleaning after he’d left. He slipped into the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed and ruffled his hair in the mirror.
After he finished, he found his way to his bed, taking off his pants and peeling off his shirt. They were thrown on the newly cleaned floor. John stretched luxuriously before pulling back the comforter on his bed and slipping in, wearing only his boxers.
He turned onto his back, staring at the dark ceiling, listening to Bobby’s slow breaths in the next bed. He was still wondering about what had happened earlier. Bobby wasn’t usually one to jump someone for no reason, especially twice.
The second time, John had gotten the distinct impression that Bobby wanted to go further than just pinning him to the bed.
John sighed and turned to face the wall, attempting to stop thinking about it. He knew it would do no good.
He heard Bobby shifting, rolling over in his bed. He didn’t look, but he thought he heard him get up. Probably to go to the bathroom, John thought.
After a few seconds of silence, John thought he heard something behind him. He turned sharply, only to stop as he ran into Bobby standing directly next to his bed. He pushed himself up on his side, staring at Bobby through the darkness.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching Bobby’s silent form.
Bobby didn’t reply, but instead slid on the bed with John, climbing over him. John wasn’t about to let this happen again. With a quick maneuver, he flipped Bobby over onto his back and got on top of him, holding him down by his wrists.
Bobby looked a little surprise by the change of positions as he stared up at John through the darkness.
"What the fuck are you doing, Iceman?" John demanded, shifting his knees so they were pressed to Bobby’s hips, preventing him from squirming too much. "Once is weird but three times? What exactly are you trying to achieve?"
Bobby hesitated for a second, wriggling in John’s grasp. "I don’t know," he said finally. "I don’t mean to but I can’t help it."
"Help what?" John asked.
"I’m not like everyone thinks, John."
John scoffed. "Not the perfect, innocent angel we’ve all come to know and love? Why, Bobby, I never would have guessed. Please, I’ve lived with you for three years. I know what you’re like."
"You don’t know everything."
John laughed, his hands sliding up Bobby’s arms to his upper wrists, pressing them tighter to the bed. "I guess I don’t. Who’d have thought you would jump me in the middle of the night? So tell me, Bobby, what is this inner demon that’s itching to get loose?"
"I can’t," Bobby said slowly. "It would ruin so many things."
"You mean you and Rogue?" John asked, his knees easing the pressure on Bobby’s legs, allowing them more space.
"Among other things," Bobby muttered, glancing at John.
John cocked his head to the side as he looked at Bobby. He moved his leg in-between Bobby’s, spreading his legs further apart. He let go of one of Bobby’s wrists and slid his hand down Bobby’s bare chest, coming to rest at his hip bone.
Bobby was watching John closely, his lips parted slightly as he felt John’s light touch on his body. He squirmed slightly when John’s hand slipped down to his thigh, rubbing lightly and squeezing as it ran up the leg of his boxer shorts.
John smirked at Bobby through the darkness. "Things like this aren’t always bad, you know."
"They can be," Bobby said, gasping as John’s hand moved to the waist of his boxers and slipped inside, wrapping around his cock. His hips moved as John gave his prick a few tugs, bringing it to full attention.
John leaned down, flicking his tongue over Bobby’s ear and hearing the small moan he received. "You worry too much."
"But-" Bobby started to say, but cut himself off with a gasp. He let out a low breath as John let go of his earlobe. He felt John’s tongue on his neck, his mouth sliding down his throat. His mouth was so hot compared to Bobby’s usual that it sent shivers through his body.
Bobby could feel his mind slipping, his rational thought melting under John’s hot tongue and hands that were sliding over his cock, twisting and pulling alternately. His body twisted under John’s touch and he struggled to keep his head.
"John," he gasped as John bit down on his shoulder. "We can’t do this."
"Thought you wanted it," John murmured against Bobby’s skin, licking the bite mark.
"Well," Bobby said hesitatingly, "I-" He gasped and arched his back as John’s mouth slid down his chest, his tongue circling Bobby’s nipple, taking it into his mouth with his teeth. Bobby’s hands moved to John’s shoulders, running over the smooth skin as John laved his body with his tongue. "I’m dating Rogue," Bobby finished finally.
John gave a derisive laugh and ran his free hand over Bobby’s hips, tugging his boxers down a few inches, revealing the base of Bobby’s erect cock. He sat up, his legs straddling Bobby’s and smirked down at him.
Bobby gazed at John, his eyes traveling over the defined muscles of his torso down to his hips and the boxers that were pulled down just barely showing the base of John’s prick. He swallowed and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips.
"If you were dating Rogue," John said, shifting his legs to spread Bobby’s further apart, "you wouldn’t be here, in my bed."
Bobby didn’t reply and John could see his blue eyes darkening a shade as he stared up at him. There was a second when no one did anything, both staring at the other. Then, in a flash, Bobby had unseated John and flipped him onto his back.
Bobby pinned John’s wrist to the bed, swinging his legs over John’s hips and settling in on top of him.
John looked completely shocked. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Bobby licked his lips, pushing John’s wrists harder against the bed and rocking his body against John’s. John groaned softly as Bobby’s cock pressed against his but was still glaring up at him, waiting for his explanation.
"I guess I’m not dating Rogue, then," Bobby whispered, leaning forward and brushing his lips against John’s.
John was still confused, but was inclined to let it go as Bobby released one of his hands in order to pull off his boxers. He felt Bobby’s hand on his cock, rubbing slowly, running his fingers over its head.
Bobby leaned in again and this time John was ready. He accepted Bobby’s kiss, deepening it with his own tongue thrusting into Bobby’s mouth. He nipped at Bobby’s lower lip, dragging it into his mouth.
Bobby moaned softly into John’s mouth as their bodies moved together. His other hand released John’s wrist and slid down John’s body, his fingers trailing over his torso.
John broke the kiss suddenly with a nip, pulling back. He could feel Bobby’s breath on his lips, harder than before.
"You’ve done this before?" he asked, running a hand over Bobby’s back and resting at his lower back.
"Um, a few times," Bobby said, sounding embarrassed.
John smirked. "Not quite as innocent as we all thought, are you, Iceman?"
Bobby kind of shrugged and shifted again, reaching down and pulling his boxers all the way off. He felt John’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer. Bobby hesitated, looking around him for a second.
"Top drawer," John said, nodding at his nightstand.
Bobby nodded quickly, reaching over and opening the drawer. He grabbed a tube of lube and a condom out of it, shutting it with a snap. He turned back to John, a possessive gleam in his eye. Without hesitation, he grabbed John’s legs, positioning them over his shoulders.
Normally, John preferred to top but wasn’t against having it the other way. Besides, he got the distinct impression that Bobby wouldn’t have it any other way at this point. He was interested to see what Bobby had in mind, and when a slick finger entered his body, his interest piqued.
He let out a breath as Bobby’s finger sunk in deeper in his body, pressing through the tight muscles. His hips angled upward against Bobby’s finger pushing them in deeper.
Bobby pulled out his finger and added second, pressing until he was up to his knuckle in John’s tight hole. He pumped his fingers, brushing against the bundle of nerves that caused John’s sharp breath.
"Maybe you have done this before," John teased, smirking at Bobby. It was gone in a second, though, as Bobby thrust his fingers back in John’s body and John gasped, cursing as his head fell back onto the pillow.
Bobby paused a second before smirking down at John. He leaned forward, his fingers moving slowly in John’s body. He brought his lips close to John’s. "Everyone has secrets, John." Kissing John lightly, he pulled back a little, but was caught by John’s hand that dragged him back to his lips.
It was a harsh, bruising kiss that left little breath in either’s lungs. Bobby pulled back with swollen lips and a satisfied pounding of his heart. He kissed John’s neck as he removed his fingers and pulled back to position his cock at John’s entrance.
Slowly, Bobby pressed his cock into John’s body, watching John’s face. John was biting his lip and let out a breath when Bobby was fully encased in his body. He shifted his hips slightly, feeling Bobby’s prick press deeper into his body, shooting a jolt of electricity up his spine.
Bobby waited a second to steady himself, gazing down at John, who was staring up at him, a challenge in his eyes as he waited for him to move. Bobby took the challenge willingly and started to move, thrusting his cock into John’s body, pressing through the tight, hot muscles that tried to reject the foreign object.
John angled his hips up against Bobby’s thrusts, letting Bobby’s sink deeper inside his body, his prick brushing against his prostate. John’s hands were on Bobby’s thighs, pulling him closer as he weaved in and out. He heard Bobby groan and smirked to himself.
Bobby pressed in harder and faster, wanting to feel John as much as possible. He could feel the muscles squeezing his cock as he moved, thrusting deeper. He could see John’s chest rising and falling quicker than normal, hear his stifled groans, his broken breaths as he changed the angle of his thrusts. He felt John’s grip on his thighs tightening, his nails digging into his skin.
Bobby’s hand made its way to John’s cock, stroking it with the same fervor as he thrust inside John. His fingers slid over the erect prick, squeezing it and rubbing quickly. He knew John was close, and could feel himself approaching his climax as well.
As he thrust into John’s body, his hand worked on John’s cock, pulling on it deliberately. He heard John’s curse and increased the pace, sliding his hand over John’s erection. His hand was still slick with lube and slid over John’s cock easily.
A few seconds later, John was coming, his come coating Bobby’s stomach, warm and wet. Bobby shuddered at the feeling. He wasn’t used to such heat. He continued to work John’s cock as his thrusts became more reckless, less calculated.
"John," he gasped as he moved inside his body, leaning forward, his head tilted downward.
"Shit, Bobby," John said, his hips still moving upward with Bobby’s thrusts, knowing any minute now Bobby would lose it. "Come on, baby," he whispered, reaching up and running a hand through Bobby’s sweaty hair.
Bobby didn’t hear the last part as he came suddenly and hard, his body moving on its own accord. His hips thrust hard into John’s body as his climax overtook him. With a low groan, Bobby rode out the end of his climax, closing his eyes and bowing his head.
When it was over, he pushed himself to the side of the bed and collapsed on it. He lay on the soft bed, unwilling to move. He knew his secret was out now. It wasn’t like he’d meant for this to happen, but he’d been keeping it for a long time.
About two years ago, Bobby had realized that he was more than just curious about boys. He’d snuck out and experimented with a few, finding out that he liked them much more than girls. He hadn’t wanted to hurt Rogue, though, and everyone thought he was perfect, so he hadn’t told anyone.
About six months ago, Bobby had realized he had feelings for his roommate. It started out just as dreams he would have about him, then turned into dirty sexual fantasies, finally resulting in the realization that he wanted John, as in more than just a friend.
He’d been holding it in for a while but tonight had sparked something. He hadn’t been able to help himself and John hadn’t made it any better. It was obvious John didn’t care much about who he slept with, giving Bobby all the opportunity.
Bobby took a deep breath and turned to look at John, who hadn’t said anything in the past five minutes. John was staring at the ceiling, his lighter in his hand, turning it over and over again. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, having nothing to say.
"That’s a pretty big secret, Iceman," John said suddenly, not looking at Bobby.
Bobby paused. "Well, I didn’t really mean-"
"You still with Rogue?"
Bobby hesitated. He didn’t know exactly what to say to that. He hadn’t really thought about what this meant between him and Rogue.
"I don’t want to hurt her," he said finally, glancing at John. He saw that John was now propped up on his elbow, looking at him.
"Already did," John replied simply, flicking his lighter on so that it illuminated his face. "So what’s it gonna be?"
"You want me to choose?" Bobby asked.
"Well, no one likes a cheater," John said simply, flicking off the lighter. Bobby heard him shift and felt his body pressed against him. He felt John’s fingers on his stomach, tracing a path up to his neck. "Is the secret out?"
Bobby didn’t say anything for a moment. He knew he would feel bad telling Rogue anything about this, but John was right. He had already hurt her. Not telling her about his true feelings wouldn’t be much better.
Bobby tilted his head towards John, feeling his fingers on his jaw. "I guess it is."
John didn’t reply, but leaned in, kissing Bobby chastely on the lips. Bobby felt him sitting up and wondered what he was doing, only to feel the comforter being pulled over both of them. He felt John’s body sliding against his, his hands slipping around his waist.
Bobby let out a breath and smiled to himself, scooting closer to John and resting his head in the crook of John’s neck, his cool breath landing on John’s throat.
John sighed contentedly. "Maybe someday I’ll let you know my secret."
"Mmm, what’s that?" Bobby murmured, beginning to fall asleep.
John smiled and tugged him closer, feeling his breath change as he fell into a deep sleep.
"I’ve known your secret all along," John whispered, knowing Bobby was no longer awake, "and I’ve been waiting."
He heard Bobby make a noise in his sleep and smiled to himself, settling down and closing his eyes, falling asleep in the arms of someone he cared about.
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A/N: Please review!