"See what I mean about being unappreciative?" John teases, wasting no time cupping Bobby's crotch and rubbing him roughly. "Come on, Bobby boy. Live a little. Take risks, fuck the police, et cetera and so on."
He's not waiting. At all. Rather, he's unbuckling Bobby's belt with practiced ease and giving him his best seductive-and-he-knows-it grin.
"Would you rather me drag you back to class and crawl under your desk?" He's only half-joking. It's generally kind of hard to tell when John's bluffing or not, simply because he doesn't seem to have the same kind of verbal and behavioral filter like normal people do. He just does what he wants and deals with any fallout later.
"Cause if that's what you want...kinky. But it could be arranged."
That's definitely cheating. All of it. The entire part, from John cupping him through his jeans to that grin. Everything he's saying. He's always been too much to handle and to be honest (sometimes) Bobby doesn't know how he does it.
"But what if--?" There goes his belt. Risk taking is so not his forte. Not really. He's subtle guy; suburbia and white picket fences and politics - one face to the neighborhood and another behind closed doors. Too polite to speak out of turn and he's got his jeans torn open in the center of a private school hallway, with his best guy friend trying to suck him off. (Not that he doesn't like it, because he does.) Not flipping out attests to that.
"You like the thought of someone watching us way too much," he mutters. "Anyway," he tries to add, albeit begrudgingly sarcastic, "I was thinking Scott's desk would be a lot hotter." And John has him, right where he wants him. Hook, line and sinker.
What if, what if, what if, Christ, John gets so sick of hearing that. Bobby can be fun, he knows that, but damned if it doesn't take something like an act of God to get it out of him. Or smuggled alcohol, which as far as John's concerned is as good as God anyway
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Bobby having fun involves a number of things mixed together to be successful. The most important rule being: get him alone. First step's halfway down but standing where anyone can walk by wouldn't be his idea of a comfort zone on any given day. That's precisely where they differ. It seems to him that John can be exactly who he is anywhere - damn the consequences. He doesn't allow himself the same luxury
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I <3 your Bobby. Just so you know.aduro_xJuly 21 2011, 09:47:19 UTC
John positively revels in forcing Bobby out of his comfort zone. Part of it's the somewhat demented joy of corrupting the innocent, good little Boston boy, but that enjoyment is just as much a product of him genuinely wanting Bobby to loosen up and have fun. For all his brashness and arrogance, John is far from being one of those teens deluded by his youth into thinking he's immortal. His life prior to arriving at Xavier's taught him, if nothing else, that life is not a guarantee. No use wasting whatever time they have, so they might as well just do whatever they want and damn the consequences, right
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I also love your John, just so we're clear. and if I didn't have work, there would be more dialogue.hypothermiacJuly 21 2011, 18:26:59 UTC
As he should. To this day, he's one of the only people who can get him to go against himself. That gets him to do more than he'd ever dream of being capable of on his own. He's reserved. He's a gentleman. He tries to be everyone's best friend. Most people don't see past that, so they make the mistake of thinking those are all of his layers. They aren't. Would he really hang out with the so-called bad boy if he didn't have a dark side of his own somewhere underneath?
They weren't raised the same and they don't always get along but they can relate to each other, for the most part. Yeah, there are things they don't mention but hello, they're dudes, last he checked. That's a given. They fight and they fuck and they laugh it out over xbox controllers later while calling each other fags. (Okay, so that's mostly John, but still
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No worries, it's perfect! :) And this got ridiculously long. Sorry.aduro_xJuly 22 2011, 01:59:46 UTC
John didn't see past that "gentleman" act at first, either. When he first showed up at the school, not too long after Bobby, all he saw was some douchey frat boy type, an Abercrombie & Fitch model with a perfect smile that indicated his family must have had a good insurance plan. John instantly hated him. Then they were paired up together because, hurr durr, fire and ice, isn't that Cyclops just so clever, but John found other curious ways they fit together as well. Bobby was reserved most of the time, reasonable, rational, and kept John grounded (usually). John, meanwhile, was headstrong and willful, and saw it as his personal mission to drag Bobby out of his self-imposed shell. Not that John was a social butterfly by any stretch of the imagination; he was about as anti-social as it got. But that was just it: he wasn't afraid to tell people exactly what he thought of them and in what specific, colorful way they could go fuck themselves, and Bobby needed someone like that in his life just as much as John needed someone to hold him
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It's okay! I'm usually the one who does that, so I was delightfully surprised.hypothermiacJuly 22 2011, 08:25:56 UTC
In that case, it’s always John’s lucky day, in regards to temperature. The more Bobby has going on, the less control he has, the more he shoots off in either direction. He’s not like John, he doesn’t overheat. He starts forgetting what he is and who he is and what he’s doing, but at least he’s never given anyone frostbite. They burn each other in devastatingly different ways, both inside and outside of the danger room. Sometimes, he does it on purpose. Okay, most of the time. The first was an accident but he’s like a kid playing with something he knows he’s not supposed to have - in on the secret and not above hinting that he’s so fucking onto everyone involved
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Nope, I'm a babbler of the worst kind. Kindred spirits, yo. *fist bump*aduro_xJuly 22 2011, 09:04:59 UTC
John laughs, really laughs, at Bobby's meager attempt at an insult. It's not the disdainful snicker most people get, or the obliging half-chuckle others get when John's in a mood -- or, more likely, being forced -- to be somewhat civil, but a true, honest laugh, deep and rich. Bobby's really the only one who ever gets to hear it. Rogue, now and then, because as much as he kind of wants to shove her out in front of a bus sometimes, she can also get in some good zingers when John pushes her hard enough. But really, it's only ever Bobby. Only him. And isn't that just a fucking joke? They're like a bad teen movie cliche and John fully realizes that, just as much as he resents it. Of course the bad boy would earn the trust and affection of the school's golden girl, the one with perfect grades and who helped out all the other students and was everyone's best friend. Just turned out that this time, the girl had different parts
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Naturally, the bad movie cliché goes right over his head. Not even in one ear and out the other, but completely over. Unfathomable. They’re just them, not stereotypes. Not people shoved in boxes with labels scrawled on masking tape stuck to their foreheads. He’s not cynical enough to see anything that black and white. Everything’s neutral. Unique. His point of view gives the world an optimistic shine and maybe that’s ignorant (or willingly stupid) but that’s what happens when Jaded’s just a song on the radio
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John pretends he doesn't see the world in black and white. He knows it's not the healthiest outlook. It's just that the vast majority of his life's experiences have either been really bad or, occasionally, really good, and he doesn't have the right brain chemistry or the right memories to think in shades of gray. Er. That would be a...what, mixed metaphor? Fuck. He's thinking too much, letting himself ramble in his head when what he should be doing is...well, Bobby
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There’s nothing wrong with that. At least he gets a read of people, probably on a first impression. Bobby has a knack for believing a majority of people are innately good, when that isn’t always the case, especially with the raising hostility humans feel towards mutants. He knows there are struggles but he genuinely believes that humanity can rise above stereotypes and what they grew up believing. That they can be educated. He’s the guy that needs to learn things the hard way, because of his sheltered life, and that isn’t exactly a healthy existence either
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One day, I will not write a novella-length reply. This is not that day.aduro_xJuly 23 2011, 02:51:57 UTC
John doesn't need to be able to read people, because his default setting is always on "trust no one and believe nothing." Again, that's probably not the healthiest philosophy, but John's reasonably certain he wouldn't have survived this long without developing a serious case of paranoia. Most would probably say he's overreacting, that his life couldn't possibly have been that bad...people like Kitty, for instance. Or Drake. Except that Bobby knows better than to patronize him like that, and he's actually never told John to quit exaggerating about the long stretch of suck that has been his life so far
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I figure if you don't, I will.hypothermiacJuly 23 2011, 05:47:26 UTC
Probably because unlike Kitty, he takes John at face value and for every word he shares with him. Barring the ones that are so obviously a joke, even he can pick up on it. What minuscule bits and pieces of John’s life that have been cryptically spelled out in his general direction, he knows things aren’t pretty. He can guess some of it but he prefers not to paint a picture that doesn’t fit on his easel. He’d like to know everything, every situation, but he knows from experience that he’ll get a show and tell on John’s time and never out of his own curiosity. He’s not okay with that but such is life. It isn’t fair but he accepts it
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Bobby's jerking hips, his quickened breath, the fingers that tighten in his hair with every involuntary spasm, the...echo. What? John glances up at the noise, barely refraining from laughing because damn, he forgot how loud Drake gets sometimes. John teases him about it sometimes, when they're still panting and coming back down. For whatever reason, John has his times when he's incredibly affectionate while the haze of orgasm still has him in its grasp, so he nuzzles Bobby's neck and kisses his shoulder and laughs softly about how everyone on their floor knows exactly what they're doing. Other times, he just drops down next to Bobby afterward, saying nothing and stroking his fingertips over Bobby's mouth as if that gesture alone is enough to warn him that the walls are thin and teenagers are horrible little gossipy monsters
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He's not waiting. At all. Rather, he's unbuckling Bobby's belt with practiced ease and giving him his best seductive-and-he-knows-it grin.
"Would you rather me drag you back to class and crawl under your desk?" He's only half-joking. It's generally kind of hard to tell when John's bluffing or not, simply because he doesn't seem to have the same kind of verbal and behavioral filter like normal people do. He just does what he wants and deals with any fallout later.
"Cause if that's what you want...kinky. But it could be arranged."
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"But what if--?" There goes his belt. Risk taking is so not his forte. Not really. He's subtle guy; suburbia and white picket fences and politics - one face to the neighborhood and another behind closed doors. Too polite to speak out of turn and he's got his jeans torn open in the center of a private school hallway, with his best guy friend trying to suck him off. (Not that he doesn't like it, because he does.) Not flipping out attests to that.
"You like the thought of someone watching us way too much," he mutters. "Anyway," he tries to add, albeit begrudgingly sarcastic, "I was thinking Scott's desk would be a lot hotter." And John has him, right where he wants him. Hook, line and sinker.
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