Drip Drip Dropped (X-Men Movieverse, John/Bobby)
Title: Drip Drip Dropped
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 051 - Water
Word Count: 341
Rating: PG
The shower is painfully cold, but it’s better than nothing. John twists his fingers under the running water, a shiver making its way up his arm, and sighs deeply to himself.
Mystique is out on reconnaissance. Magneto is distracted by plans for the upcoming war. And John is moving from town to town, making connections, looking for other mutants to join their cause, and having no luck in finding a motel that lives up to its promise of hot water.
He could get the cash to splash out on better accommodation, but Magneto specifically told him to keep a low profile, so instead John grits his teeth and ducks under the spray.
It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to dive back across the dingy bathroom.
He doesn’t have much of a choice but to bear it; enticing people to join an army is difficult enough without smelling like he hasn’t showered in weeks. He splays his hands out across the tiled wall in front of him, ducks his head, and tries very hard not to think of the cold.
Except, of course, it’s all he can think about, and maybe he hasn’t gotten enough sleep and maybe too many cold showers have made his mind start playing tricks on him, because he feels a little dizzy. A little lost and a little dazed, and the droplets of freezing cold water running down his back and legs start to morph into something different and dangerous.
Something like an icy touch, frozen fingers moving over his skin, stroking and caressing, and he can almost see Bobby’s eyes swimming in front of him, a warm smile that perfectly contradicts the shudders gripping his spine. He could just let go, could just reach out and touch, and for a moment everything is good and everything is right and John isn’t alone.
He doesn’t snap back to himself until his knees hit the tiled floor, and he realises his teeth are chattering and it’s still just him and the sound of running water.
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 051 - Water
Word Count: 341
Rating: PG
The shower is painfully cold, but it’s better than nothing. John twists his fingers under the running water, a shiver making its way up his arm, and sighs deeply to himself.
Mystique is out on reconnaissance. Magneto is distracted by plans for the upcoming war. And John is moving from town to town, making connections, looking for other mutants to join their cause, and having no luck in finding a motel that lives up to its promise of hot water.
He could get the cash to splash out on better accommodation, but Magneto specifically told him to keep a low profile, so instead John grits his teeth and ducks under the spray.
It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to dive back across the dingy bathroom.
He doesn’t have much of a choice but to bear it; enticing people to join an army is difficult enough without smelling like he hasn’t showered in weeks. He splays his hands out across the tiled wall in front of him, ducks his head, and tries very hard not to think of the cold.
Except, of course, it’s all he can think about, and maybe he hasn’t gotten enough sleep and maybe too many cold showers have made his mind start playing tricks on him, because he feels a little dizzy. A little lost and a little dazed, and the droplets of freezing cold water running down his back and legs start to morph into something different and dangerous.
Something like an icy touch, frozen fingers moving over his skin, stroking and caressing, and he can almost see Bobby’s eyes swimming in front of him, a warm smile that perfectly contradicts the shudders gripping his spine. He could just let go, could just reach out and touch, and for a moment everything is good and everything is right and John isn’t alone.
He doesn’t snap back to himself until his knees hit the tiled floor, and he realises his teeth are chattering and it’s still just him and the sound of running water.