For Warmth
Title: For Warmth
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Sunspot/Anole
Prompt: 80. Whimper
Word Count: 860
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Roberto and Victor are stuck up a mountain, and trying to keep warm.
Author's Notes: Written for the marvel_kink meme.
It took Roberto the better part of an hour to realize that there was something genuinely wrong with the kid. He'd been getting more and more sluggish as the time had worn on, as they'd waited for a response to their distress signals. Victor had insisted on finding shelter from the cold first thing, and Roberto had accused him of being a wuss. It was just a little cold, right? If the kid wanted to make it as an X-Man, he'd have to suck it up. Anole had just given him this look, like he thought Roberto was an idiot and gone in search of a cave that was at least relatively dry. Roberto had followed, mocking him all the while. Mockery had become his default setting when dealing with the X-Babies, especially when it came to the ones who had tried to pound on Illyana.
Anole's response to the mockery was more silence, which Roberto proceeded to fill with more insults and stories of how much rougher it was back when he was a student. He finally tapered off after they found shelter, and he noticed how much the kid was swaying.
"You sick or something?"
"cold."
The single word was barely audible as Anole side down the cave wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Another taunt died on Roberto's lips as the boy's eyes closed, and he slumped. He didn't know Anole very well, but what he did know was that the kid was not a slumper. And usually he gave as good as he got.
"Hey. Hey!" Roberto grabbed Anole's shoulder and shook him roughly, and suddenly the boy was occupying a lot more of Roberto's personal space. He could feel every shiver that went through the younger mutant, and he cursed himself silently.
Lizard boy. DUH.
Carefully, Roberto let out just a little of his power. He knew he'd need to conserve what he had, lest he run out. Anole curled up against him, eyes still closed, but he looked a bit less like death warmed over now. He was actually kinda cute, on closer inspection. "Better?"
"Less talking. More warm."
"Yeah," Roberto sighed, "you're feeling better."
Anole squirmed, trying to find a way to keep as much contact with Roberto as possible. Roberto put an arm around him, eyes on the cavern ceiling as he pondered just how he'd gotten himself into this mess. He was also giving serious thought to how much energy he actually had left, and was coming up with the rather distressing figure of 'not much'. "I can't keep this up much longer."
Anole made a sound that was just this side of a whimper, and he shuddered.
"Get your clothes off."
Anole's head popped up, green eyes wide.
"It'll be easier for sharing warmth. I'm almost outta juice, and Shan would KILL me if I came back with you as a lizard-cicle."
Anole squirmed out of his lap, face flushed. "Right," he said, working his way out of his uniform with an almost mechanical efficiency. Roberto went about it much the same way, not looking at Anole as he got out of his clothes. With his power waning, the cold was starting to close in on him, too. Hopefully, they could keep each other warm until help arrived.
Anole felt cool to the touch as he pressed against Roberto again. He'd kept his underwear on, like Roberto had, but was otherwise exposed. If not for the arm, the green skin, and the carapace on his head, he would have been gorgeous. He was also wound up tighter than Rahne around a priest. "Relax."
"Easy for YOU to say," Anole muttered, squirming as if suddenly unwilling to come into contact with Roberto.
"What are you---" Roberto's eyes widened as he felt something hard and warm brush briefly against his thigh. "oh."
"Yeah. Oh." Anole continued to squirm, rolling his eyes as his face flushed darker.
"Well, at least your not too cold any more?"
"Please shut up."
Silence lasted between them for what felt like an eternity (though if either of them had bothered to check their watches, they would have known it lasted a minute and a half). Then Roberto, who was never one to just leave things be, pressed a hand against Anole's crotch. The boy yelped in surprise and nearly slithered away, but Roberto was mostly on to of him already, and Anole seemed reluctant to pull away from the warmth. Roberto shifted his weight slightly, lining his hips up with Anole's. "It'll keep us warm," he said, fingers sliding into the other boy's underwear for a moment, then pulling it down. Anole whimpered, then opened his mouth to protest. Roberto used the opening as a change to slip his tongue into the younger mutant's mouth.
"Please shut up," he said, parroting Anole's own words back at him. "Just go with it."
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Sunspot/Anole
Prompt: 80. Whimper
Word Count: 860
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Roberto and Victor are stuck up a mountain, and trying to keep warm.
Author's Notes: Written for the marvel_kink meme.
It took Roberto the better part of an hour to realize that there was something genuinely wrong with the kid. He'd been getting more and more sluggish as the time had worn on, as they'd waited for a response to their distress signals. Victor had insisted on finding shelter from the cold first thing, and Roberto had accused him of being a wuss. It was just a little cold, right? If the kid wanted to make it as an X-Man, he'd have to suck it up. Anole had just given him this look, like he thought Roberto was an idiot and gone in search of a cave that was at least relatively dry. Roberto had followed, mocking him all the while. Mockery had become his default setting when dealing with the X-Babies, especially when it came to the ones who had tried to pound on Illyana.
Anole's response to the mockery was more silence, which Roberto proceeded to fill with more insults and stories of how much rougher it was back when he was a student. He finally tapered off after they found shelter, and he noticed how much the kid was swaying.
"You sick or something?"
"cold."
The single word was barely audible as Anole side down the cave wall, drawing his knees up to his chest. Another taunt died on Roberto's lips as the boy's eyes closed, and he slumped. He didn't know Anole very well, but what he did know was that the kid was not a slumper. And usually he gave as good as he got.
"Hey. Hey!" Roberto grabbed Anole's shoulder and shook him roughly, and suddenly the boy was occupying a lot more of Roberto's personal space. He could feel every shiver that went through the younger mutant, and he cursed himself silently.
Lizard boy. DUH.
Carefully, Roberto let out just a little of his power. He knew he'd need to conserve what he had, lest he run out. Anole curled up against him, eyes still closed, but he looked a bit less like death warmed over now. He was actually kinda cute, on closer inspection. "Better?"
"Less talking. More warm."
"Yeah," Roberto sighed, "you're feeling better."
Anole squirmed, trying to find a way to keep as much contact with Roberto as possible. Roberto put an arm around him, eyes on the cavern ceiling as he pondered just how he'd gotten himself into this mess. He was also giving serious thought to how much energy he actually had left, and was coming up with the rather distressing figure of 'not much'. "I can't keep this up much longer."
Anole made a sound that was just this side of a whimper, and he shuddered.
"Get your clothes off."
Anole's head popped up, green eyes wide.
"It'll be easier for sharing warmth. I'm almost outta juice, and Shan would KILL me if I came back with you as a lizard-cicle."
Anole squirmed out of his lap, face flushed. "Right," he said, working his way out of his uniform with an almost mechanical efficiency. Roberto went about it much the same way, not looking at Anole as he got out of his clothes. With his power waning, the cold was starting to close in on him, too. Hopefully, they could keep each other warm until help arrived.
Anole felt cool to the touch as he pressed against Roberto again. He'd kept his underwear on, like Roberto had, but was otherwise exposed. If not for the arm, the green skin, and the carapace on his head, he would have been gorgeous. He was also wound up tighter than Rahne around a priest. "Relax."
"Easy for YOU to say," Anole muttered, squirming as if suddenly unwilling to come into contact with Roberto.
"What are you---" Roberto's eyes widened as he felt something hard and warm brush briefly against his thigh. "oh."
"Yeah. Oh." Anole continued to squirm, rolling his eyes as his face flushed darker.
"Well, at least your not too cold any more?"
"Please shut up."
Silence lasted between them for what felt like an eternity (though if either of them had bothered to check their watches, they would have known it lasted a minute and a half). Then Roberto, who was never one to just leave things be, pressed a hand against Anole's crotch. The boy yelped in surprise and nearly slithered away, but Roberto was mostly on to of him already, and Anole seemed reluctant to pull away from the warmth. Roberto shifted his weight slightly, lining his hips up with Anole's. "It'll keep us warm," he said, fingers sliding into the other boy's underwear for a moment, then pulling it down. Anole whimpered, then opened his mouth to protest. Roberto used the opening as a change to slip his tongue into the younger mutant's mouth.
"Please shut up," he said, parroting Anole's own words back at him. "Just go with it."