To Small Insignificant Traditions
And The Flickering of Desire
Part: 2 of ?
by Chad Dean
Rating: NC-17 for M/M slash
Archive: Kate Bolin�s archive, list archives, anyone
else please ask
Fandom: X-Men the movie
Pairing: Bobby and John of course, not to mention the
naughtiness going on down the hall, which I won't tell
you what it is, you'll just have to wait and see.
Warnings: First Time (for Bobby) and although probably
not a PWP, this has about as much plot as a 1970�s
porn flick. Oh and I think my muse has lost its mind.
Summary: Bobby and John hear noises down the hall and
go to investigate. Smut ensues...
Disclaimer: Marvel and Fox own everything. I own
nothing. I am making money on nothing. I�m just
playing in their sandbox, I promise to put everything
back where I found it when I'm done.
To Small Insignificant Traditions
And The Flickering of Desire
part 2 of ?
The lad who was one day destined to known to all the
world as the X-Men member, Iceman, closed his eyes and
listened for John�s phantom sounds. No matter how hard
he concentrated, the only sound that stood out to
young man was two steady heart beats. Bobby Drake
wished that he could stay with John forever in the
small sepia-colored world that his best friend had
managed to create with the slowly dimming twin flames
inside his room. In that insignificant and rapidly
deteriorating world nothing seemed to matter. He had
no problems. Nothing painful had ever happened,
everything was perfect.
For the first time since that horrible night a little
over a year ago when his powers emerged, Bobby Drake,
felt human again. Bobby and Chris, who had been his
best friend since third grade, decided to go to their
senior prom together. The decision was reached after a
long night of feeling sorry for themselves for not
having the guts to ask anyone else. Neither had to
mention that they hadn't particularly wanted to ask
anyone else. This decision unfortunately had not gone
unnoticed by the thick necked, small minded set. The
small moments, the quick holding of hands, the near
kiss in the bathroom would have been treasured moments
for a lifetime. Would have been, had night of his prom
not ended with a Carrie-esque disaster that would have
made Stephen King proud. Exact details, although they
had played out over local and national news were a
blur to Bobby, who only remembered the look of
surprise literally frozen on his would be attackers
face. After the boy died of hypothermia in a local
hospital ignorant people naturally did what ignorant
people do. Only a few hours after the news became
public a neighborhood mob began to gather around his
small suburban house. The crowd traded the homosexual
taunts of the night before for another much more
popular and acceptable in this day and time, kind of
hate. In this brave new world it was signs and banners
created at your local print shop, that spurned on the
hatred of the anti-mutant coalition. This group
created a near circus environment in his front lawn
and he felt the part. He was the world�s biggest
freak. The only thing he really wanted was to be
loved, perhaps that was the only thing that he and
�normal� humans had in common. Bobby wondered why for
some humans and mutants that wasn�t enough. The last
time he would see Chris was when Professor Charles
Xavier, Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe arrived to take
him to the Professor�s school. Bobby turned to give
one last look at his house and noticed Chris standing
next to his father who was holding a �Mutants Kill�
sign. Bobby had tried to catch Chris� eyes tried to
find a look that showed that the kids that had grown
up together, who had grown to love one another were
still friends. Chris only looked up to hurl a rock at
the car as it passed. Bobby caught the other boy's
eyes for a second and would have smiled from the look
of shame on the other's face. He would've smiled, if
the rock hadn�t hit the bullet-proof glass of the
car's window so close to his face. He remembered hours
later when Ms. Munroe had reached out to comfort him
the only thing he could manage to say was, �Chris
always had very good aim.� What Bobby wouldn't find
out for a few more years was that Chris killed himself
a few days later.
�Hey, you still with me?� John said, nudging Bobby�s
chin gently as the room slowly descended back into
�Yeah, sorry,� Bobby looked into John�s dark eyes,
�just thinking.� He smiled, �I promise it won�t happen
�Make sure it doesn�t.� John laid his face down onto
man�s chest and looked towards the door, �Cool.� John
muttered, amazed at the other boy�s body temperature.
�I keep telling you that.� Bobby licked his lips. He
felt goose bumps rise all over his body as each word
John spoke sent a breath of hot air across his flesh.
Both lads feel silent again until a low moan coming
from beyond the confines of Bobby�s room caused both
boys to jump.
�The Professor should have gotten a house with thicker
walls.� Bobby said lazily, just enjoying the heat of
John�s skin and trying to ignore the distraction of
his cock that was demanding attention.
�I don�t know, seems to me as if it�s has its
�You are such a perv.� Bobby laughed.
�You think that Professor X is a dirty old man?� John
laughed, �I bet there are monitors everywhere.�
�Oh yuck," Bobby groused, moving a hand to John�s bare
back, "I won�t be able to look him in the eyes
�That�s nice.� John sighed, feeling cool fingers
sliding over his back, moving lower with each sweep.
Bobby�s hands were trembling slightly. He edged a hand
under the elastic of John�s gray sweat pants, feeling
the cleft of the other boy�s ass before slowly sliding
his hand back up John�s back.
�There it is again!� John exclaimed a little too loud
as the noise reappeared.
Bobby jumped at John�s sudden movement, �Spastic
much?� He smiled, moving his hand back to his side.
�What IS that?�
�Probably Mr. Summers and Doctor Grey.� Bobby
whispered, blushing as he heard another series of low
muffled moans coming from beyond the room.
�Really?� John smiled.
Bobby nuzzled up, against John�s face and pressed his
lips against the top of the other man�s head without
really realizing what he was doing.
�Wow who knew Doctor Grey was a moaner.�
�It�s Mr. Summers.� Bobby said matter-of-factly.
�Okay, so you're the Institute�s perv.� John teased,
�How many times you beat off to that?�
�They are just right next door.� He explained, totally
ignoring the last question, �I can hear them every now
and then.� He shrugged.
�Come on,� John turned his head to look Bobby in the
eyes, �let's go check it out Scoob.� He teased,
grabbing one of Robert Drake�s arms.
�Ruck rou Raggy.� Bobby declared in his poor imitation
of Scooby Doo as John grabbed both of his wrists.
Bobby struggled against John and started to laugh
nervously not wanting to stand up and reveal his
John sneered climbing on top of Bobby and tickling his
sides, �Later mate.� He pushed backwards to sit on the
other young man�s taunt chest.
Bobby�s eyes widened and his legs tensed as John sat
on top of him. He pushed his hips downward trying to
avoid the inevitable.
Allerdyce moved backwards and paused as he felt
Bobby�s hardness. �Definitely later,� He smiled
enjoying the mix of embarrassment and ardor that
flashed over his friend's face as he slid his body
backwards feeling the length of Bobby�s cock pulse
�Don�t move.� Bobby said as John freed his wrists to
place both of those hot hands on Bobby�s chest.
�What?� John smirked, rocking his hips back and forth.
Bobby moaned, feeling his body tense, �Please.� He
pleaded, feeling the pressure in his body building.
�Okay.� John conceded. He ran a hand through the other
young man�s short dark blond hair. He finally lay flat
against Bobby, �You coming with me?�
�Yeah.� Bobby said. He was willing to agree to
anything at this point. �Almost.� He admitted,
whispering in John�s ear, feeling his leaking cock
deposit more pre-come on the front of his shorts.
�We�ll take care of that.� John promised, touching his
lips to Bobby�s cheek, barely touching the cool skin
before pulling himself up and out of the bed, �Up and
Bobby stood up, wrapping the comforter around his
"Can we leave the binky here?," John teased, tossing
the comforter onto the couch, �Follow me.� John said
reaching for Bobby�s hand, �Hey there.� John said as
his hand brushed past Bobby�s hard cock, feeling a
damp stickiness staining the front, �Holy ice pick
�Sorry.� Bobby blushed, �I, I...� He stammered as he
felt fingers slide into the opening of his boxers and
wrap around his erection.
�Shut up and follow me.� John smiled, urging him
forward with a gentle tug on the other boy�s cock.
�Careful.� Bobby said, pumping his hips forward and
backward. �The door,� Bobby grimaced as John jerked
the door open, �squeaks.� He winced as the noise
seemed to echo throughout the institute.
�Sorry.� John mumbled as both boys froze in place
waiting for any signs of movement before continuing.
Bobby slowly closed the door leaving them outside in
the pitch black of the school�s hallway. Normally, he
wouldn�t be caught dead in only his boxer's, roaming
the hallways of Xavier�s School for Gifted Youngsters,
especially in this wing of the house. John�s hand,
that was still wrapped around his cock seemed to have
an odd effect of throwing cautions to the wind. Bobby
mused that he should probably start thinking with his
�other� head one day.
�You done this before?� John whispered into Bobby�s
ear, giving the lad�s cock a couple quick pumps before
pulling his hand out of the damp opening of the other
boy�s boxer shorts.
Bobby knelt down in front of Dr. Jean Grey and Mr.
Summers� door, �Who, Me?� He smiled before peaking
through the antiquated lock. The old locks themselves
had not been used at least not as long as he had been
at the Institute. Charles and Erik had the locks
replaced with much more complex electronic devices
shortly after they had begun work on the school. The
only purpose for the old key holes seemed to be
exactly what he was doing. He closed one eye and
peered through the small opening, �Whoa.� Bobby
pressed his body closer to the lock.
�I don�t think you are old enough.� He breathed.
�Dude, I am like, three months older than you.�
�Don�t say I didn�t warn you.� Bobby scooted back to
allow to slide into his place.
�Told ya.� Bobby said, sliding in behind John,
pressing his body tight against John�s, rubbing his
cock against the tight material confining the other
Doctor Jean Grey�s face was twisted with intense
concentration as she watched young Scott Summers naked
form floating above their bed, �Tell me what you
Scott Summers squeezed his eyes tightly together,
fighting the natural urge to open them and look at
what was making him feel this way, �Vulnerable.� He
grunted, knowing that he couldn�t open his eyes, not
without his protective ruby quartz glasses that lay
out of reach, �Horny.� He added laughing, �Full.� He
gasped, feeling thick fingers sliding into his ass.
�That�s a tight ass, one eye.� A gruff voice rumbled
inside his head as he felt the fingers withdrawn.
�John?� Bobby whispered, as he hooked his fingers in
the waistband of the other boy�s shorts and started to
pull them down, �Stand up.� He said, as he worked the
shorts to down around the boy's knees.
�When did you get so bold?� John looked back at Bobby
who seemed suddenly fascinated by he ground. �Hey,
don�t stop,� He said, grabbing Bobby�s hand, �get on
with it.� He whispered slipping the shorts off and
tossing them into the darkness of the hall, not caring
where they fell.
�You�re nuts.� Bobby turned his head to follow the
only piece of clothing that John had brought with him
be hurled beyond where his eyes could see in the
�You have no idea.� He smiled, enjoying the soft
kisses that Bobby was trailing down his back as he
turned his attention back towards the lock and what
lay beyond it.
�God.� Summers whimpered, �Jean.� He breathed, feeling
two hard, thick, callused hands push his lower back
into position. He felt his legs being kicked apart,
opening him wider to the intrusion that he knew was
coming. �Fuck yeah.� He gasped, as a hot mouth
enveloped his cock just as a hard knob pressed against
his opening and forced its way inside of him.
�Tell me.� Jean whispered, standing up and circling
Scott�s hovering form. She resisted the urge to touch
him with her body instead she used only her mind. She
watched as her powers moved the flesh on the man�s
body. The thick flesh of the man�s cock moved back and
�Feels like someone�s whole fist is...� Scott arched
his back and spread his leg's alittle wider as another
wave of pleasure washed over him.
�Someone�s?� Jean arched an eyebrow and concentrated
watching as the flesh of the man�s rectum stretched to
allow it�s invisible intruder to force it�s way even
�Logan.� He admitted with a gasp.
Jean smiled, �Logan.� She repeated the word slowly,
�Is it how you imagined?�
End Part Two.
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