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Part 3: Second Impressions “Oh, Logan, how could you do this to me? How could you sleep with her when you know how much I care about you?!” John sighed. What a complete load of crap – why was he even watching this? Right, because it was either this, or showing Bobby’s parents his room while Bobby stuttered and tried changing the topics every time they started talking about anything remotely interesting. Even Chinese water torture sounded more appealing to John. “It’s not you, honey,” Logan purred to the brunette, and John was pretty sure he hit an all time low by just watching this, “it’s something I have to do. I’m not made for relationships, I’m made to roam free –“ “What the hell –“ Wolverine suddenly stood behind the sofa, so close to John that he could hear the sound of his claws popping out, “are you watching, and why is that twerp using my name?” John glanced sideways at Logan. “Well, see,” he started, clearly getting on Logan’s nerves just by speaking, and pointed at the TV, “Logan just slept with Lianne, because he was drunk or his mom had died or something, and Charlotte walked in on them while they were going at it –“ Logan frowned, claws retracting. “She joined in?” he asked, half-hoping and half-dreading the answer. “Nah, she threw at vase at him instead.” “Ah,” Logan replied, sounding as if he’d have experience with this sort of situation before, “women, huh?” John just stared at him oddly. “Shouldn’t you be helping Jubilee decorate or something?” he then asked, remembering how mad Logan got the last time Jubilee asked Logan about it. She had been all about decorating the entire week, but had gone extra mental the past couple of hours when Sam and Warren had mysteriously disappeared and no one was left to help her hang up the banners. “You shut the hell up,” Logan raised his fist at him, but it looked more comical than threatening because he also eyeing the rec room, paranoid that Jubilee might be around the corner listening in on their conversation, “and don’t tell her I was here.” “Why? Won’t you miss your calling as an interior deco –“ “Or I’ll stop pretending I don’t know who’s been stealing my goddamn whiskey since last August,” Logan growled, and John got the point. “Got it. You were never here.” “Good,” Logan replied smugly and nodded at the TV. “I’ll let you get back to your soap opera, Jenny.” John seethed at the comment, and Logan sniffed the air, suddenly breaking out in a feral grin. “Get ready, you’ve got company.” And then the bastard slipped out of the room and before John had the chance to even look around, he heard Bobby call his name from the other side of the room, walking in with his parents following him. Dammit, now there was no chance for escape. John quickly turned the TV off – he didn’t exactly need Mr. and Mrs. Drake to know what he had been watching – and walked up to them over by the large windows overlooking the backside of the mansion; Bobby sent him pleading glares which John pointedly ignored. “Did you guys, uh, see the room?” he asked, grabbing Mrs. Drake’s attention while the father still stared out of the window, as if inspecting the snow covered lawn. “Yes, we did,” she replied with a smile, “and we saw the garden. It was beautiful.” Bobby jumped in with, “lots of snow,” and John feigned interest as he arched one eyebrow at Bobby, giving him an ‘Oh really, that’s delightful!’ look. Bobby could sense the sarcasm coming from a mile away, but didn’t show how much it annoyed him. Instead he coolly smiled at his mother, who continued with; “Yes, and we saw the library. It was quite impressive; much better than the tiny one Bobby’s old school had.” She bit her tongue; as if she had said something she shouldn’t have and waited a second before adding, “This whole place is so beautiful.” “Yeah, it looks better now after the renovations.” Bobby eyed John carefully as Mrs. Drake asked, “What renovations?” Bobby mouthed ‘nonononono’ when he saw that John was actually going to answer the question, but John simply ignored him. “A few sentinels attacked the school a while back. Nothing serious, just a few walls to repair and some roof to replace over the east wing.” There was a long silence, and Mr. Drake had stopped looking out of the window, and was now staring at John, looking like he could kill. “Sentinels?” Madeline then asked, turning to Bobby who gulped and opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. Of course, Bobby sucked lying under pressure, which only meant one thing: John to the rescue. “A pack of wild dogs,” he deadpanned, and felt the stare of three Drakes aimed at him; Mr. Drake narrowing his eyes and clenching his jaw shut, Mrs. Drake doubting John was telling the truth and giving him the ‘oh-now-be-serious’ look, and Bobby’s stare that John knew after years of experience could only mean one thing: ‘I’m Gonna Kill You’, or the more suitable variation: ‘I’m Going to Freeze Your Balls Off While You’re Asleep’. “I don’t know what they’re being fed,” John continued, “but they’re huge. And made of metal – purple and pink, too. Really scary stuff.” “Yes,” Bobby bit out, nostrils flaring, “a pack of scary, metal dogs attacked us. Really funny, Johnny. Ha ha.” John made a mental note to teach Bobby how to properly lie, or at least how to sound sincere when faking a laugh. But his mother seemed to go with it, doing the fake laughing with Bobby, and John realized that the fake laughing must be in the Drake gene, along with frowning a lot and worrying about everything that has the possibility to be a bit of fun. “Who takes care of this place?” Mr. Drake finally said something - and it was about chores, which shouldn’t have surprised John, but it did. “Uhm,” Bobby shrugged, trying to look casual but looking more like he had Colossus sitting on his shoulders, and he was trying to shake him off, “we all take turns. It’s like chores, but it’s not that bad at all.” John frowned at the answer and decided to jump in (he was really getting into this whole ‘conversation with the Drake’s’ thing all of a sudden), “it’s also handed out as punishments,” he explained and Mr. Drake lifted his chin at him. “Punishments?” Madeline repeated and sounded a little afraid, “For doing what?” She probably thought John was going to say something like ‘killing people, ‘blowing up the school’ or ‘shooting a man just to watch him die’, but he decided to save Bobby the heart attack this time. “Not doing homework, skipping class, sneaking out of the school.” “But it’s not like we’re prisoners or anything!” Bobby quickly interjected and it sounded more like one long word jumbled together instead of a complete sentence. “Oh, I know that,” Madeline looked nervously at John, then back at Bobby, and seemed to be thinking something over. “We’re going to have dinner in the city tonight,” she finally told John and John could sense Mr. Drake tense besides them – even more than he already was. “And we even planned on doing some window shopping, though the whole place will be filled with people,” she added. “Probably,” John agreed, “but I always prefer to go shopping when it’s crowded. Less chance of getting caught when stealing,” he added and silently praised himself for cracking another joke in the present company. Not that any of them seemed to be amused, though. Actually, Bobby looked downright terrified. After a slight pause, Madeline let out a smile and she said, “Oh, that’s funny!” and Bobby let out a relieved breath. “Um, would you like to join us for dinner tonight, John?” John stared at her for a moment in surprise, seeing how she struggled with asking him the question but also how she seemed so determined to reunite with her oldest son and get on his good side; it was kind of sweet of her to try, but John still couldn’t think of her and the way she treated Bobby without wanting to reach for his lighter. “It’d be nice to get to know Bobby’s, um,” she struggled with the words and Bobby looked like he was enduring some sort of torture while John just stared at her, “boyfriend.” Silence. John opened his mouth, not really knowing what to say, but Mr. Drake interrupted with a flat out, “No.” He gave his wife a look. “Madeline, it’s Christmas.” He seemed uncomfortable for a moment before adding, “Family only.” “Oh well,” Madeline gave John a tense smile and said, “next time, then.” John decided that the cold shoulder that Mr. Drake was giving him was blatantly obvious, so he turned around with a polite smile – or a shit-eating grin, depending on who you asked. “Well, I have some klepto business I should get working on – Christmas is a very busy holiday for me – but I’ll catch up with you guys later,” and then he clapped his hands together once as he bid them adieu. Bobby gave him one icy look watching him leave, and turned back to his parents when John was out of reach. When John was out of the rec room, he reached after the lighter in his pockets and ran downstairs, quickly getting himself outside as fast as possible. His fingers were twitching and his heart was beating so fast; he needed to set something on fire now before he burnt up the entire school. * A few hours later, John got back into the mansion after nearly setting a couple of trees on fire; he had practicing swirling the fire away in the very last second, making an effort to learn more how to control the power instead of just going for the usual destruction thing he so often liked doing. He was sweating and breathing hard, and even though the day had kind of sucked so far, he had a huge grin on his face as he walked into his room. And there was Bobby, sitting on his bed with his hands covering his face. Well. He must’ve been in a tormented state, John guessed, but when Bobby looked up at him he just had a really pissed of look on his face. “Where have you been?” he asked John. John took a breath, walking over to the bureau and pocketed his lighter, and then taking out a shirt from one of the drawers. “Out. And now I’m taking a shower,” he turned around and grinned at Bobby, “want to join me?” Bobby stood up from the bed, following John who was now over by the mirror hanging on the wall, inspecting what looked like a bruise on his forearm. “We need to talk,” he then said, getting eye contact with John through the mirror. “Where’s mom and dad?” “Downstairs. They said they wanted to talk with the professor about something,” Bobby brushed the question away, “what the hell was that earlier?” “Haven’t they already spoken to the professor?” “They wanted to talk to him again. John, don’t avoid the question.” “I’m not; I just think it’s odd that they want to spend more time with Xavier than with their own son!” John turned around to face him and was instantly met by Bobby’s large frame. Bobby put his hand on the wall next to John, making him feel trapped as John backed so he felt the wall pressed up behind him. “You’re not making this any easier, you know. You could at least try.” “I’m not making this any easier?” John repeated and scoffed, “You’ve got to be fucking joking! Your dad looks like he wants to put a prize on my head and then tell his friends to go out hunting.” Bobby leaned closer to John; not to intimidate him, but to just lean on something as he sighed deeply. He was clearly exhausted from giving his parents awkward tours around the mansion, and John started feeling a bit guilty over not even helping Bobby with it. “Just don’t be an asshole, alright?” he finally said. John pushed the hand away and walked past Bobby, feeling anger boiling up inside him again, the same he had felt moments ago when he had been playing with fire. “I’m not an asshole,” John defended himself and thought about what he just said. “Besides, who says I can’t be one? They’re not my parents.” “Just…can you please do this as a favor for me?” “Why?” John frowned. “You know, just because they’re bigots doesn’t mean it’s my personal mission to convert them. And it’s not yours, either!” “Then do it because they’re my parents.” John quieted, staring at Bobby. Bobby wouldn’t back off and kept the eye contact while controlling his breathing, controlling so his powers wouldn’t overcome him like it sometimes did when he was angry. He really didn’t need to ice their bedroom right now, with his parents in the same building. “John?” “No.” “What do you mean ‘no’?” “I mean,” John punctuated the words, “they’re your problem, not mine.” “Don’t be difficult.” “Don’t tell me I’m fucking difficult! I’m not a kid!” Bobby had had enough and clenched his fists together, exclaiming, “You drive me insane!” John gave out a frustrated noise as he threw the shirt he was holding on his bed, wanting to do something destructive right now but all he could manage was a weak, sorry assed attempt at a growl that would make Logan lose all faith in humanity. “Just give it a fucking rest, alright?” “I won’t, not until you tell me why the hell you’re acting like this!” “I told you.” “Yeah, that you’re being an asshole just because my parents had a hard time coming over the fact that I’m a mutant and dating you,” Bobby repeated John’s words, “I don’t believe it. This is your issue, some problem you have with your own parents and you’re taking it out on me and my family.” John stared at Bobby for a moment, giving him one of those looks that were almost impossible for Bobby to decipher. Sometimes he didn’t have a clue what John was thinking about, but Bobby had gotten used to not knowing everything, and usually just let it be. But now John was slowly walking over to him with that look on his face that meant that something was going to happen – only Bobby didn’t know what, and it worried him. He watched John get closer to him, making him back up against the wall and completely reversing their previous positions. John clenched his jaws for a second, letting a small frown slip out and staring intensely at his hand, which was now pressed up against the wall next to Bobby’s head. It was a quiet and personal moment, and Bobby’s guard fell completely when he saw how fast John’s face changed from indifference to anger – proof that Bobby’s parents visiting didn’t only affect Bobby, but John too. “John,” Bobby said, shaking John from out of his thoughts and making him look at Bobby. “I’m not gonna fucking apologize,” he finally said, “I didn’t do anything wrong.” “Well, except you said that –“ “I didn’t say anything wrong,” John pressed, staring intently into Bobby’s eyes, leaning closer. There was a silent moment before everything came crashing down; John brushed his lips against Bobby’s and Bobby’s reflexes were quick enough to grab John by his shoulders, keeping him there and demanding him not to move from the spot. John felt something tight in his chest loosen as Bobby’s hands slid down to his waist and up his back, squeezing him tighter. John focussed all his feelings into that kiss; it was a hard kiss with tongues overlapping and their teeth almost knocking. John wanted something hard and fast, something to take his mind of everything that made him so incredibly furious at the world; and right now that was Bobby. Focusing on Bobby, touching Bobby and hearing him moan never failed to get all of John’s attention; it made him forget that there even was a world to begin with. “What are you-“ Bobby mumbled but didn’t stop John from pulling off his shirt, throwing it on his bed, “doing?” John licked and kissed Bobby’s nipples, not giving them the time they deserved because right now John just wanted one thing; to get Bobby off. And then get himself off, so maybe he really wanted two things, but that wasn’t important right now. Bobby let out a wonderful groan just from watching John get on his knees and biting his lips as he started unzipping Bobby’s jeans. Bobby leaned back against the wall, almost falling down onto his knees when he felt the denim being pulled down below his knees and something warm cupping his dick through his boxers. “Ngh,” Bobby croaked out when John, without a warning, pulled down the boxers too, and seconds later started sucking on the head of the cock. “God, John –“ John was unzipping his own jeans while sitting on the floor, then starting to take as much as he could of Bobby’s cock in his mouth, needing to touch himself at the same time because it was all too much. The smell of Bobby’s skin and the moans he let out was probably the most erotic things John ever had the chance to witness and when he finally got his jeans unzipped he realized just how hard he was – and how hard he had been ever since he came back from shooting fire at trees. He slowly started stroking himself, knowing it wouldn’t take much more to push him off the edge, while sucking Bobby’s cock harder, dragging out rough groans and hearing Bobby curse when John’s tongue flicked against the underside of his cock. “Ah,” Bobby whimpered, letting his hands finally rest in John’s hair instead of holding onto the wall, “Oh, god, fuck yes-“ After keeping the rhythm for a while, John sped up the pace, his head bobbing as his tongue cleverly pressed against the underside, and he started stroking himself quicker. Bobby was breathing short breaths, whimpering John’s name louder and louder until his own hand reached down to cup his balls; John smirked around Bobby’s cock, knowing he was close too, and moaned so that Bobby could feel it vibrate against his skin. “Fuck yes, don’t stop Johnny, don’t stop –“ he was babbling as John kept the pace, feeling both himself as Bobby get closer to their orgasm with every second. John moaned again when he felt his balls tighten and Bobby exclaimed, “Ah, god, fuck-“ before coming; John swallowed it, taking every spurt as Bobby moaned in relief. He lazily licked Bobby’s softening cock a few times, feeling Bobby’s large hands cup the back of his head lovingly, and then leaned his forehead against Bobby’s hips as he closed his eyes and continued jerking off. “Yeah, Johnny, touch yourself, let me see –“ and then John came, not saying a word and with a pained look on his face, and he kept stroking himself for a few more moments until he was completely spent, almost falling against Bobby as he still had his head against his hips. “Fuck,” he mumbled after he got his breathing in control again, and looked up to see Bobby grinning down at him. John was directed to stand up by two hands on his shoulders, and gave Bobby a sloppy kiss, letting Bobby taste himself on John’s lips. They broke apart quickly, grinning like idiots at each other, and John muttered; “now I really need a shower.” He lingered for a while, resting his head on Bobby’s naked shoulder, resisting the urge to lick the certain spot on his neck that he knew drove Bobby insane, and felt Bobby’s arms reach up and curl around John, hugging him tightly. “Why did you…?” Bobby finally asked, and John chose the moment to break apart, putting his pants back on. Bobby followed his moves but ignored putting his shirt back on, letting John get a good look at all the muscles that training in the danger room had given Bobby. “Because we were fighting,” John explained with a shrug, “and I wanted to stop it.” “So you thought a blowjob would be better?” John grinned at him, something evil hinting in his eyes. “Obviously.” Bobby waited a few seconds and just stared at John as he turned around and headed into the bathroom, not closing the door behind him. He heard John’s jeans drop to the floor, and his shirt being thrown across the room, and then slowly made his way to the doorframe. “You’re insane,” Bobby joked as he gingerly stood by the door, not walking into the bathroom as Very Naked John stared back at him through the mirror. “You throw that word around a lot.” Bobby shrugged shyly, not sure why he was shy considering what the two of them just did, and hated himself for even bringing his parents up, but he had to do it: “This doesn’t change my mind about, you know. What we fought about.” “I know,” John headed into the shower, his voice echoing against the tile walls, “My blowjobs aren’t that great.” Bobby let out a huge smile and heard the water being turned on, “Yeah, they are,” he said quietly, not sure if John heard him at all, and then heard John shout at him from the shower, “Are you gonna get in here, Drake, or do I have to piss you off some more?” “I’m coming,” Bobby bit his lip, preventing the stupid grin on his face from getting bigger, and started unzipping his jeans. NEXT PART - Part 4: It wasn't my war |