I have finally succumbed to the lure of Bobby Drake. It's no
surprise, really. Shawn Ashmore is a hottie! A little ficlet about
what could have happened after Bobby blows on Logan's...um, bottle.
Fandom: X-men Movieverse.
Pairing: Logan/Bobby UST
Category: PWP, mild Angst
Summary: Logan thinks about Bobby.
Notes: Bobby, Logan, a late-night encounter, and lips blowing on a
phallic symbol...How can you not slash that?! Notes: Bobby, Logan,
a late-night encounter, and lips blowing on a phallic symbol...How
can you not slash that?! This is for Annie. Twinks rock!!!
Disclaimers: Mavel owns them. I just write about them.
It was his mouth that I always remembered.
The gentle, plump curve of it. The ever-present quirk at the corner,
as if ready with a one-liner or two. The shy, sleek pink of his
tongue which peeked out when nervous. The slight jut of the pouty
bottom lip that betrayed the teenager that he actually was.
A fuckin' kid, for Christ's sake!
That was why I stayed away. There may have been jagged holes in my
memory but I knew I wasn't a pedophile. Or a rapist.
But I still was no saint. Nowhere in the friggin' neighborhood, in
fact. But if I had any doubts about it, they disappeared one night
All it took was a bottled drink, icy breath and the slow pursing of
Even for just that moment, I could sense several things all at
once... my cock pressing hard against my jeans at the sight before
me...Marie's and John's scents surrounding him like perfume...the
bitter tang of frustration mixed with his own brand of horny
teenager...the almost-silent hitch of his breath as he felt the air
around us grow heavy with tension...the rapid flutter of panic in his
veins...the sudden, bright flare of arousal.
It took all my control (which really wasn't really much to start
with) and a full-out assault on the mansion to stop myself from
marking him, from claiming that mouth.
But it wasn't the time or place. Had kids to defend, the Professor
and Scott to save, assholes to hunt down and kill. So I let it be.
As it turned out, we all had a lot to deal with in the following
months: Jean's death, the rising anti-mutant sentiment, Magneto...And
various little things too many to count or remember. But one thing I
could never forget was that mouth of his.
How it would flash even, white teeth as he joked around with the
others. How it would sweep up into a smile as he saw Marie. How it
would deflate at any mention of John. How it would tremble faintly in
I had no illusions about what was happening. This wasn't about love.
That fantasy got buried underneath a fuckin' avalanche. This was
about lust. About sex, plain and simple. Someone to hold onto at
night, to erase the loneliness that hounded me even for a little
while. Some body to grind and fuck into the mattress, until the
dreams, the fear faded away.
As for the boy... I guess, it was all about his overwhelming need to
touch and be touched. With Marie frustratingly off-limits and now
with John gone, he was desperate enough to seek out any form of
release. Driving him toward something or someplace dark, unsure and
Even now, the beast within me snarls in impatience. It's been 2 weeks
since his 18th birthday. Another barrier has fallen -- he's now
legal. An adult who can do anything he wants.
Whom I can do anything with.
But I do nothing. Except watch that pretty, little mouth.
As he dances around the issue. Thrilling at the danger. Flirting with
all the possibilities. Coming closer and closer to the edge. He wants
it so bad. But he's scared. He's still not ready to let himself go
and fall into the abyss.
Sooner or later, he will.
And I will be there. Waiting.