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fearlessdiva and the absolutely cracking pandarus - who looks quite a bit like Drew Barrymore, IMO. It was truly an awe inspiring dinner, or that could have been the two pitches of margaritas. We ate, talked slash, and solved all the worlds problems. Well, at the very least the major issue of who to cast in LOTR: The Musical.
Also, somewhere between the main course and the sherry I agreed to porn out for them, but only because they’ve discovered the X2 love. Even Bobby couldn’t resist all that alcohol.
Movieverse: X2
Distraction
People are not supposed to have sex in the library.
Libraries are for research and housing books. They are not for horny pyromaniacs who can’t keep their hands to themselves and insist on groping their roommate/ boyfriend-thing in dusty nooks and crannies.
Bobby is quite sure of this.
“Quit it!” He attempts to sound authoritative, but it comes off weakly as he bats at St. John’s hands, which are strangely available and lighter-free. They’re very nice hands, actually. Bobby is intimately acquainted with their calluses. But no.
No.
Bobby’s looking for reference books about Dickens so that he can write a paper on Our Mutual Friend. He, they, are not going to have sex in the library. Bobby is very clear on this point. He’s starting to think that Johnny isn’t.
This idea might have something to do with the way that St. John keeps insinuating himself between Bobby and the shelves of literature. It’s not as though Bobby actually wants to write the paper, but he doesn’t have a choice. Johnny’s trying to entice him does not help Bobby’s resolve.
“No,” comes out mumbled though, and Johnny just smirks at Bobby when he colors.
“We are not having sex in the library,” Bobby hisses, firmly, but quietly. Firm. Library. No, there will be no thinking about St. John’s firm parts. Shit. Life would be easier if Johnny weren’t circling Bobby like Bobby has a bullseye on his crotch. Life would be a lot easier if Johnny weren’t twisting, wrapping and rubbing himself against Bobby’s back. And his ass.
Huh. Apparently St. John is really interested in library sex.
“Are you saying ‘no’ to sex?” Johnny says. His tone is overflowing with irony and mockery, and his breath tantalizingly warm against Bobby’s left ear. Plus, St. John’s hands are straying very south of the border. Bobby’s heard Mexico is really nice this time of year.
God fucking damnit. Is Bobby really saying no? He’s got St. John plastered against his back, grinding his hips against Bobby’s ass, and pushing him face first into several books about Edgar Allen Poe.
Bobby has to put his hands on the shelf above him to keep from tasting the dust on the shelves. Johnny’s lips are warm at the base of his neck, and Bobby shivers at the first swipe from St. John’s tongue. St. John is really persistent, but they’re in the library.
Okay, they were the only people there fifteen minutes ago, and the people who didn’t wait until the last minute to do this assignment are probably out enjoying the nice weather, but anybody could come in and need to look in the literature section.
They’re not in Geology or some other unused place.
“Nahhh,” Bobby says, although he’s not sure who he’s talking to. St. John is really warm, and he doesn’t always throw himself at Bobby. Of course, St. John’s always horny, but this is very obvious, even for him. Plus, that’s a very prominent erection he’s pressing against Bobby’s backside, and it would be wrong and mean of Bobby to leave Johnny like that.
He won’t even begin to dwell on his own state of arousal, but suffice to say…
St. John should not suddenly start pulling away. What the hell?
Bobby turns around so quickly that he almost stumbles backwards into the shelf, but obviously that’s what Johnny wants. That’s why he’s leaning against several copies of Canterbury Tales with that smirk on his face. Bastard.
“Why’d you stop?” Bobby demands. It takes him several seconds to realize how petulant he sounds. He doesn’t really care. There are ‘issues’ that need handling here.
“You’re the one who said ‘nahhh.’ It sounded like denial to me.”
“I didn’t mean –“ Bobby starts, and then stops. Johnny’s posing. Head cocked to the side, hips thrust out, lips just… fuck.
Damn Johnny and his smugness and his cocksucker mouth and those jeans for riding low on his hips. Huh.
“I took that to mean you didn’t want me to suck you off.”
“I didn’t,” Bobby says.
Deadpan has never been one of Bobby’ strong suits, but he’s been working on it. Being with St. John requires that, and it’s totally worth it when the look on Johnny’s face goes from smug to confused to blank in less time than it takes for him to ignite his lighter.
Score one for the Iceman.
“You. Didn’t?” St. John’s haphazard tone has become considerably less sure, which is exactly what Bobby needs right now. “Are you sure about that?” Johnny says, gesturing to the bulge in Bobby’s jeans. “Because that’s not –“
Whatever St. John was going to say gets cut off when Bobby closes the gap between them, wedging a leg between Johnny’s. “I don’t want you to suck me off. I want to touch you, instead,” and without preamble Bobby’s hands drop down to St. John’s jeans and make short work of the button and zipper.
Bobby’s eyes are firmly fixed on what he’s doing, and it’s only once he’s worked a hand inside Johnny’s boxers that he dares to look back up at Johnny’s face. The blankness has been replaced by disbelief, and when Bobby’s thumb slides over the slick head of Johnny’s cock, he blinks.
It’s just the opening that Bobby’s been waiting for.
Extracting his hand, Bobby lifts his right hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers wetly. He makes sure to add in a bit of vocal accompaniment and every ‘pop’ is aided by a thrust of his hips against St. John. Yes, Bobby’s turned the proverbial tables, but he still has needs.
He’s only seventeen; stamina is not his strong suit.
As for these noises that St. John’s making, well, he’ll remember them later on. Probably in the shower.
Hooking his left thumb around the waistband of Johnny’s boxers, Bobby slides a slick hand down bare skin, through coarse curls, and reclaims his prize. St. John is thick and heavy in his hand, and the slide and grasp of Bobby’s fingers is punctuated by St. John’s gasps.
Bobby’s right hand moves up and down, the thumb making circles around the head while his left hand shifts from the shelf behind them to St. John’s hip. He thrusts freely against Johnny until he’s drawn forward by St. John’s hands on his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Have you forgotten?” Bobby says, lips brushing again Johnny’s teasingly. “We’re in the library. Shhhhh.”
“Shut up, just, shut up,” St. John snaps, nipping at Bobby’s bottom lip. “Use your mouth for something useful.”
“Gladly.”
Yes, Bobby’s very glad actually. Johnny’s mouth opens below his, and the warmth of his tongue in Bobby’s mouth is jarring, like sitting on a radiator after playing in the snow. St. John’s hands join behind Bobby’s neck, locking him firmly in place, and Bobby only pulls away from the kiss to breathe. He swallows large bursts of air while nipping along St. John’s jawline and nuzzling his neck.
He pulls back slightly at a new sound from St. John and feels his cock twitch violently at the sight of Johnny biting his lip, ostensibly to keep a lid on his noises.
Bobby’s brain fizzles considerably at this new development, making his grip on St. John’s cock tighten, and Bobby’s slightly taken aback when the fingers from one of Johnny’s hands brush against his mouth. “Turning… blue,” he pants out, setting off a chain reaction inside Bobby that culminates with Bobby coming in his jeans.
The world stops while Bobby buries his head in St. John’s neck, and it takes several seconds, a nip to his earlobe and not a few overt thrusts from the cock in his hand for Bobby to get his bearings again. “Drake, come on.”
‘Sorry’ gets drowned out by a bruising kiss, and the mess in Bobby’s pants is temporarily forgotten as he slides his other hand inside St. John’s boxers. The rip of cotton and elastic is muffled by St. John’s sharp gasp, and Bobby can taste the sweat on St. John’s neck as he cups his balls in his left hand. The keening noises are getting sharper, and the lubrication in Bobby’s hand is purely precome.
“It’d be so much easier if you were naked,” Bobby mutters just as St. John bites him and comes with a hard shudder. Bobby continues moving his hand until Johnny says “stop,” and when he glances up, the The Complete Works of Theodore Dreiser reminds him of what he was supposed to be doing in the library.
Shaking his head, Bobby slowly extracts his hands from St. John’s ruined boxers. He licks the palm of his hand under Bobby’s disbelieving gaze and sighs. “Nice study break, but what about my paper?”
“I’ll take care of it for you,” St. John says.
“You know Dickens?” Bobby’s doubt is evident.
Johnny grins, and waits a beat. “No, but I know dick.”
Bobby laughs.
“Close enough.”
-finis-
Notes: I'd like to welcomepandarus and fearlessdiva to the X2 madness. It's only a matter of time. I know this.
Huge thanks and adoration for Ryan andethrosdemon for the betas. Special love to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
obsessedmuch just because.
fearlessdiva and the absolutely cracking pandarus - who looks quite a bit like Drew Barrymore, IMO. It was truly an awe inspiring dinner, or that could have been the two pitches of margaritas. We ate, talked slash, and solved all the worlds problems. Well, at the very least the major issue of who to cast in LOTR: The Musical.Also, somewhere between the main course and the sherry I agreed to porn out for them, but only because they’ve discovered the X2 love. Even Bobby couldn’t resist all that alcohol.
Movieverse: X2
Distraction
People are not supposed to have sex in the library.
Libraries are for research and housing books. They are not for horny pyromaniacs who can’t keep their hands to themselves and insist on groping their roommate/ boyfriend-thing in dusty nooks and crannies.
Bobby is quite sure of this.
“Quit it!” He attempts to sound authoritative, but it comes off weakly as he bats at St. John’s hands, which are strangely available and lighter-free. They’re very nice hands, actually. Bobby is intimately acquainted with their calluses. But no.
No.
Bobby’s looking for reference books about Dickens so that he can write a paper on Our Mutual Friend. He, they, are not going to have sex in the library. Bobby is very clear on this point. He’s starting to think that Johnny isn’t.
This idea might have something to do with the way that St. John keeps insinuating himself between Bobby and the shelves of literature. It’s not as though Bobby actually wants to write the paper, but he doesn’t have a choice. Johnny’s trying to entice him does not help Bobby’s resolve.
“No,” comes out mumbled though, and Johnny just smirks at Bobby when he colors.
“We are not having sex in the library,” Bobby hisses, firmly, but quietly. Firm. Library. No, there will be no thinking about St. John’s firm parts. Shit. Life would be easier if Johnny weren’t circling Bobby like Bobby has a bullseye on his crotch. Life would be a lot easier if Johnny weren’t twisting, wrapping and rubbing himself against Bobby’s back. And his ass.
Huh. Apparently St. John is really interested in library sex.
“Are you saying ‘no’ to sex?” Johnny says. His tone is overflowing with irony and mockery, and his breath tantalizingly warm against Bobby’s left ear. Plus, St. John’s hands are straying very south of the border. Bobby’s heard Mexico is really nice this time of year.
God fucking damnit. Is Bobby really saying no? He’s got St. John plastered against his back, grinding his hips against Bobby’s ass, and pushing him face first into several books about Edgar Allen Poe.
Bobby has to put his hands on the shelf above him to keep from tasting the dust on the shelves. Johnny’s lips are warm at the base of his neck, and Bobby shivers at the first swipe from St. John’s tongue. St. John is really persistent, but they’re in the library.
Okay, they were the only people there fifteen minutes ago, and the people who didn’t wait until the last minute to do this assignment are probably out enjoying the nice weather, but anybody could come in and need to look in the literature section.
They’re not in Geology or some other unused place.
“Nahhh,” Bobby says, although he’s not sure who he’s talking to. St. John is really warm, and he doesn’t always throw himself at Bobby. Of course, St. John’s always horny, but this is very obvious, even for him. Plus, that’s a very prominent erection he’s pressing against Bobby’s backside, and it would be wrong and mean of Bobby to leave Johnny like that.
He won’t even begin to dwell on his own state of arousal, but suffice to say…
St. John should not suddenly start pulling away. What the hell?
Bobby turns around so quickly that he almost stumbles backwards into the shelf, but obviously that’s what Johnny wants. That’s why he’s leaning against several copies of Canterbury Tales with that smirk on his face. Bastard.
“Why’d you stop?” Bobby demands. It takes him several seconds to realize how petulant he sounds. He doesn’t really care. There are ‘issues’ that need handling here.
“You’re the one who said ‘nahhh.’ It sounded like denial to me.”
“I didn’t mean –“ Bobby starts, and then stops. Johnny’s posing. Head cocked to the side, hips thrust out, lips just… fuck.
Damn Johnny and his smugness and his cocksucker mouth and those jeans for riding low on his hips. Huh.
“I took that to mean you didn’t want me to suck you off.”
“I didn’t,” Bobby says.
Deadpan has never been one of Bobby’ strong suits, but he’s been working on it. Being with St. John requires that, and it’s totally worth it when the look on Johnny’s face goes from smug to confused to blank in less time than it takes for him to ignite his lighter.
Score one for the Iceman.
“You. Didn’t?” St. John’s haphazard tone has become considerably less sure, which is exactly what Bobby needs right now. “Are you sure about that?” Johnny says, gesturing to the bulge in Bobby’s jeans. “Because that’s not –“
Whatever St. John was going to say gets cut off when Bobby closes the gap between them, wedging a leg between Johnny’s. “I don’t want you to suck me off. I want to touch you, instead,” and without preamble Bobby’s hands drop down to St. John’s jeans and make short work of the button and zipper.
Bobby’s eyes are firmly fixed on what he’s doing, and it’s only once he’s worked a hand inside Johnny’s boxers that he dares to look back up at Johnny’s face. The blankness has been replaced by disbelief, and when Bobby’s thumb slides over the slick head of Johnny’s cock, he blinks.
It’s just the opening that Bobby’s been waiting for.
Extracting his hand, Bobby lifts his right hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers wetly. He makes sure to add in a bit of vocal accompaniment and every ‘pop’ is aided by a thrust of his hips against St. John. Yes, Bobby’s turned the proverbial tables, but he still has needs.
He’s only seventeen; stamina is not his strong suit.
As for these noises that St. John’s making, well, he’ll remember them later on. Probably in the shower.
Hooking his left thumb around the waistband of Johnny’s boxers, Bobby slides a slick hand down bare skin, through coarse curls, and reclaims his prize. St. John is thick and heavy in his hand, and the slide and grasp of Bobby’s fingers is punctuated by St. John’s gasps.
Bobby’s right hand moves up and down, the thumb making circles around the head while his left hand shifts from the shelf behind them to St. John’s hip. He thrusts freely against Johnny until he’s drawn forward by St. John’s hands on his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Have you forgotten?” Bobby says, lips brushing again Johnny’s teasingly. “We’re in the library. Shhhhh.”
“Shut up, just, shut up,” St. John snaps, nipping at Bobby’s bottom lip. “Use your mouth for something useful.”
“Gladly.”
Yes, Bobby’s very glad actually. Johnny’s mouth opens below his, and the warmth of his tongue in Bobby’s mouth is jarring, like sitting on a radiator after playing in the snow. St. John’s hands join behind Bobby’s neck, locking him firmly in place, and Bobby only pulls away from the kiss to breathe. He swallows large bursts of air while nipping along St. John’s jawline and nuzzling his neck.
He pulls back slightly at a new sound from St. John and feels his cock twitch violently at the sight of Johnny biting his lip, ostensibly to keep a lid on his noises.
Bobby’s brain fizzles considerably at this new development, making his grip on St. John’s cock tighten, and Bobby’s slightly taken aback when the fingers from one of Johnny’s hands brush against his mouth. “Turning… blue,” he pants out, setting off a chain reaction inside Bobby that culminates with Bobby coming in his jeans.
The world stops while Bobby buries his head in St. John’s neck, and it takes several seconds, a nip to his earlobe and not a few overt thrusts from the cock in his hand for Bobby to get his bearings again. “Drake, come on.”
‘Sorry’ gets drowned out by a bruising kiss, and the mess in Bobby’s pants is temporarily forgotten as he slides his other hand inside St. John’s boxers. The rip of cotton and elastic is muffled by St. John’s sharp gasp, and Bobby can taste the sweat on St. John’s neck as he cups his balls in his left hand. The keening noises are getting sharper, and the lubrication in Bobby’s hand is purely precome.
“It’d be so much easier if you were naked,” Bobby mutters just as St. John bites him and comes with a hard shudder. Bobby continues moving his hand until Johnny says “stop,” and when he glances up, the The Complete Works of Theodore Dreiser reminds him of what he was supposed to be doing in the library.
Shaking his head, Bobby slowly extracts his hands from St. John’s ruined boxers. He licks the palm of his hand under Bobby’s disbelieving gaze and sighs. “Nice study break, but what about my paper?”
“I’ll take care of it for you,” St. John says.
“You know Dickens?” Bobby’s doubt is evident.
Johnny grins, and waits a beat. “No, but I know dick.”
Bobby laughs.
“Close enough.”
-finis-
Notes: I'd like to welcome
pandarus and fearlessdiva to the X2 madness. It's only a matter of time. I know this.Huge thanks and adoration for Ryan and
ethrosdemon for the betas. Special love to obsessedmuch just because.
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Date: 2003-06-04 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-05 10:30 am (UTC)I'm glad I could interest you in something a bit different, then, variety is good.
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Date: 2003-06-04 04:37 pm (UTC)As for these noises that St. John’s making, well, he’ll remember them later on. Probably in the shower.
Are you sure you're not a teenage boy? ;)
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Date: 2003-06-05 10:32 am (UTC)LOL. There are undeniable proofs to refute this idea, however, there are also a lot of instances which when taken all together seem to contract said proofs. Wow. Did I just say that?
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Date: 2003-06-04 05:16 pm (UTC)You should get together with them more often if it means you'll be writing smut ^___^ I just love your Bobby and St. John, I wish the movie did half as a good job as you did in fleshing out their characters.
But, wow, the fic is -hot- ^_^
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Date: 2003-06-05 10:33 am (UTC)You said 'fleshing' after reading porn. Heh. I'm such a 17 y.o boy, except for that whole part where I'm not.
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Date: 2003-06-04 05:36 pm (UTC)...and it’s totally worth it when the look on Johnny’s face goes from smug to confused to blank in less time than it takes for him to ignite his lighter.
Gotta love that guy. Yum, smut is good. Thanks for this, it made my day! :)
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Date: 2003-06-05 10:34 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2003-06-04 05:46 pm (UTC)ok... that's just weird. or maybe not too weird. it is what it is.
and this fic is hot. white hot. *g* (http://www.livejournal.com/users/phineasjones/281153.html?thread=820545)
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:00 am (UTC)ok... that's just weird. or maybe not too weird. it is what it is.
and this fic is hot. white hot. *g*
Dirty minds, we all think a like. It's not that he's hot in that classical way, but more in that... huh. I should go make that a story, be back soon.
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Date: 2003-06-04 07:05 pm (UTC)Hee!
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:00 am (UTC)Hee!
Indeed.
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Date: 2003-06-04 07:32 pm (UTC)But he does! So does St. John! i can see it...*hones in*
I loves it. Quick humor and hot hot smut. <3
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:01 am (UTC)But he does! So does St. John! i can see it...*hones in*
I loves it. Quick humor and hot hot smut. <3
Yes, he does have a bullseye there, I know because I saw him drawing it on in invisible, flamable ink. He's so in denial.
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Date: 2003-06-04 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-04 09:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-05 11:12 am (UTC)LOL. You'd be surprised at how soon, 'soon' is in my book.
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Date: 2003-06-04 10:05 pm (UTC)i think it's a good thing i didn't beta this, because the only comments i would have would be things like:
*points* *bibbles* *points some more*
which wouldn't be very useful, i'm afraid.
anyway, i don't have to worry about that, and i am free to drown in my drool if i like.
*promptly does so*
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:12 am (UTC)*promptly does so*
*hands scuba gear* i can't have my betas dying. it's terribly stressful.
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Date: 2003-06-04 10:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-05 11:13 am (UTC)It's just that exhibitionist in me.
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Date: 2003-06-05 03:28 am (UTC)I adore this line! lol!
Story is very hot. Very fabulous.
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:14 am (UTC)I adore this line! lol!
Story is very hot. Very fabulous.
Why thank you very much, kind sir!
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Date: 2003-06-05 11:14 am (UTC)Gaaaah, sex in a public place... loved it!!
LOL. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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Date: 2003-06-05 04:05 pm (UTC)*Falls over, twitching slightly, a happy smile on her face*
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Date: 2003-06-14 06:51 am (UTC)