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hackthis_archiveReload in eight days.
I had coffee this morning. I never have coffee as I’m one of those kids that really doesn’t need more sugar in their diet. Jesus.
In more interesting news, I’d like to thank the Enablement Squad for insisting that I read![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seperis’ ‘On Love and Lust at Mutant High’ because holy fucking cow. I’m only 2/3 of the way through the stories and… DUDE! Bobby/St. John Enablement 101, 102, 103 and the Advanced Section!
*contemplates placing Bobby/St. John on pairings shelf next to Lex/Clark, Billy/Dom and Draco/Harry*
Movieverse: X2
Thermal I: Freeze Out
Thermal II: Applying Heat
Click fwoosh.
No.
Click fwoosh.
No fucking way.
“You light this room on fire, and I’ll give you a whole new defintion for blue balls.” As far as threats go it’s good and succinct. Bobby’s rather proud of his ability to sound coherent at – a glance at his alarm clock – 4:38 in the morning. He can’t believe that St. John’s awake in the middle of the night, again. This has to make the third time this week, and it’s only Wednesday.
Why him? Why with Johnny? Why didn’t Bobby room with the nice, Russian, ex-mafia hitman down the hall that probably sleeps through the night? Obviously that’s just too much to ask for.
Click fwoosh.
“Somebody’s touchy in the middle of the night. What are you, seventeen going on seventy?”
Bobby’s not going to rise to the occasion. He’s not going to roll over and… too late. Rising to the occasion all right, pun thoroughly intended.
Bobby’s going to have to start sleeping on his stomach from now on, and of course St. John sleeps shirtless. He plays with fire. He’s always warm, even in the middle of fucking winter. It’s a wonder Johnny wears clothing at all, and damn. Damndamndamn.
Bobby will just go ahead and close his eyes now. He’s tired, and even his impulse to kill/molest Johnny can’t fight that. He’s not concerned about drooling over the half-dressed boy in the next bed over. He’s not even thinking about Johnny. Really.
Click fwoosh.
Bastard.
“Do you ever sleep, Johnny?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
“That can be arranged.”
Silence.
"You freeze my fire again, and we're going to have problems, Drake."
*
Bobby’s too old to be hiding from anyone. Funny how that didn’t stop him from spending all morning in the garage when he's unable to tell a fuel injector from the radiator. Still, it was quiet and fire-free, and nobody disturbed him while he took a ten – fifteen - two hour nap in the back of the Mazda. Even Johnny wasn’t crazy enough to come into a garage full of fumes and gasoline tanks with that damn lighter.
It’s not that Bobby doesn’t want to be around St. John as much as Johnny just makes him jittery, and a little too warm, and that lighter drives him fucking nuts. If he could just get rid of it... god, life would be so much better. Of course, Bobby’s not known for his lifting skills, but maybe he can work out a trade with Jubes. Or Kitty.
Johnny wouldn’t even see Kitty coming. Literally.
“Wow, I thought zombies only existed in the movies.”
“Jesus!”
Of course Johnny wouldn’t see Kitty coming. Half the time Bobby doesn’t even see her coming, until she suddenly appears in front of him in the hallway. Like now. Maybe he could get her a bell or something, just to announce her arrival.
“Jesus was a zombie, Bobby? No shit?”
“Really funny, Kit. You’re wasting time; you should be on Saturday Night Live.”
“Seriously, Bobby, are you all right? You look like crap.” Yes, and she’d look awful too if she’d been kept up by her object du lust for the last five nights, without anything actually happening.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Just doin’ my part to help out. Seriously, d’you wanna talk about it?”
“Just having some sleeping problems, Kit, nothing to worry about.” And the thing about it is that Bobby actually believes this. That Johnny waking him up in the middle of the night with that lighter and that smirk is really nothing to worry about. Apart from the whole lust and hormonal issue at any rate.
If he were rooming with Rogue he’d probably have the same issues.
Actually, those issues might even be worse. Lighter not withstanding.
“For real? You need to talk to Professor X.”
Of course, run and tell the professor that he’s in lust with St. John and can’t sleep, and oh, by the way, ‘Professor can you take away Johnny’s obvious phallic symbol because it’s giving me a constant hard-on?’
Yeah. Sure.
“I don’t think the professor could do anything about these particular problems.”
“You sure?”
Click fwoosh.
Damnit. Busted.
“Somebody having problems?” Bobby can feel the heat emanating from St. John even though he can’t actually see him. He can’t believe he didn’t hear him approach. He can't believe his body didn't sense the temperature change.
He turns around slowly, and damn Johnny for looking so well-rested and warm. “Anything I can do?” St. John’s voice is a low and soothing, like hot chocolate.
“Dropping dead would be a good start.” Huh. Bobby really did say that. And he used to be such a nice boy.
“Wow,” Kitty looks amused more than actually offended on Johnny’s behalf. “That’s a lot of animosity at this time of the morning. Are y’all gonna start fighting now too, cos I gotta tell you, I only have a five minute window to referee before I’m due downstairs to watch the WWF?”
“I’ll make it quick, just for you,” Bobby offers.
Click fwoosh.
“You’d make it quick for anybody,” Johnny corrects, and Bobby freezes his lighter while the words are still forming in his mind.
St. John is not impressed.
Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”You guys know they call this flirting where I come from, right?”
*
Bobby didn’t use the last of Jubes’ Green Tea Shampoo to wash his shoelaces because they were dirty.
He didn’t borrow Piotr’s computer to download porn either.
Also, he is not singing N’Sync in the shower. Really. It’s just an echo from the radio down the hall. It must be from one of the girls’ rooms. Right.
He will swear to this under great duress, much in the same way that he had nothing to do with the snowballs at the Memorial Day picnic or that frozen lock on the liquor cabinet that just cracked one day without provocation.
Bobby Drake never does anything wrong. In fact he’s a model pupil who... just had the shower curtain pulled back by his roommate. Well, that'll kick up the heat in his shower by several degrees.
Obviously this is why Bobby just dropped the soap. It has absolutely nothing to do with being exposed in front of St. John who is full clothed and wearing a new shirt. It’s a nice shirt.
“Where is it, Drake?”
The water seems to be getting increasingly warmer, and even to Bobby’s low body temperature, it’s getting hot in the bathroom. He could cool it down a bit. Steam might be good for his soaped up, exposed person. It’s certainly not being helped by Johnny’s presence. Cold. Cold. Think cold.
“What are we talking about, Johnny?” Bobby can think of a lot of things he’d like to be talking about, but St. John doesn’t seem interested, which is an unwelcome change.
“My lighter. Where’s my lighter?” Ah. That would be why the shower curtain is melting under St. John’s hand.
“You think I have your lighter? In the shower? Where exactly do you think I’m keeping it considering my current state of undress?” And it’s almost like Johnny didn’t realize where they were, even with the steam and the melted plastic and yes, the naked Bobby.
That’s no good.
And no, Bobby really didn’t need to draw attention to his nakedness.
“Oh, I – uh.” And wow, even through the steam Johnny looks red, really red.
“I haven’t got your lighter on me, St. John. Just so you know.”
“Yeah, I uh. Sorry about that.”
St. John’s gone before Bobby can say anything else, which is probably just as well because the soap has dried on his body, and he’s starting to itch. Scratching in front of Johnny probably wouldn’t go over well in the Book of Seduction According to Robert Drake. Not that the book is doing a lot for Bobby right now. He’ll have to consult with Kitty later on, but in the meanwhile, since Bobby’s already there, a cold shower would probably be a good idea.
-finis-
Notes: Thanks to my girl,ethrosdemon, for suffering through the beta process.
I had coffee this morning. I never have coffee as I’m one of those kids that really doesn’t need more sugar in their diet. Jesus.
In more interesting news, I’d like to thank the Enablement Squad for insisting that I read
seperis’ ‘On Love and Lust at Mutant High’ because holy fucking cow. I’m only 2/3 of the way through the stories and… DUDE! Bobby/St. John Enablement 101, 102, 103 and the Advanced Section!*contemplates placing Bobby/St. John on pairings shelf next to Lex/Clark, Billy/Dom and Draco/Harry*
Movieverse: X2
Thermal I: Freeze Out
Thermal II: Applying Heat
Click fwoosh.
No.
Click fwoosh.
No fucking way.
“You light this room on fire, and I’ll give you a whole new defintion for blue balls.” As far as threats go it’s good and succinct. Bobby’s rather proud of his ability to sound coherent at – a glance at his alarm clock – 4:38 in the morning. He can’t believe that St. John’s awake in the middle of the night, again. This has to make the third time this week, and it’s only Wednesday.
Why him? Why with Johnny? Why didn’t Bobby room with the nice, Russian, ex-mafia hitman down the hall that probably sleeps through the night? Obviously that’s just too much to ask for.
Click fwoosh.
“Somebody’s touchy in the middle of the night. What are you, seventeen going on seventy?”
Bobby’s not going to rise to the occasion. He’s not going to roll over and… too late. Rising to the occasion all right, pun thoroughly intended.
Bobby’s going to have to start sleeping on his stomach from now on, and of course St. John sleeps shirtless. He plays with fire. He’s always warm, even in the middle of fucking winter. It’s a wonder Johnny wears clothing at all, and damn. Damndamndamn.
Bobby will just go ahead and close his eyes now. He’s tired, and even his impulse to kill/molest Johnny can’t fight that. He’s not concerned about drooling over the half-dressed boy in the next bed over. He’s not even thinking about Johnny. Really.
Click fwoosh.
Bastard.
“Do you ever sleep, Johnny?”
“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
“That can be arranged.”
Silence.
"You freeze my fire again, and we're going to have problems, Drake."
*
Bobby’s too old to be hiding from anyone. Funny how that didn’t stop him from spending all morning in the garage when he's unable to tell a fuel injector from the radiator. Still, it was quiet and fire-free, and nobody disturbed him while he took a ten – fifteen - two hour nap in the back of the Mazda. Even Johnny wasn’t crazy enough to come into a garage full of fumes and gasoline tanks with that damn lighter.
It’s not that Bobby doesn’t want to be around St. John as much as Johnny just makes him jittery, and a little too warm, and that lighter drives him fucking nuts. If he could just get rid of it... god, life would be so much better. Of course, Bobby’s not known for his lifting skills, but maybe he can work out a trade with Jubes. Or Kitty.
Johnny wouldn’t even see Kitty coming. Literally.
“Wow, I thought zombies only existed in the movies.”
“Jesus!”
Of course Johnny wouldn’t see Kitty coming. Half the time Bobby doesn’t even see her coming, until she suddenly appears in front of him in the hallway. Like now. Maybe he could get her a bell or something, just to announce her arrival.
“Jesus was a zombie, Bobby? No shit?”
“Really funny, Kit. You’re wasting time; you should be on Saturday Night Live.”
“Seriously, Bobby, are you all right? You look like crap.” Yes, and she’d look awful too if she’d been kept up by her object du lust for the last five nights, without anything actually happening.
“Thanks for the compliment.”
“Just doin’ my part to help out. Seriously, d’you wanna talk about it?”
“Just having some sleeping problems, Kit, nothing to worry about.” And the thing about it is that Bobby actually believes this. That Johnny waking him up in the middle of the night with that lighter and that smirk is really nothing to worry about. Apart from the whole lust and hormonal issue at any rate.
If he were rooming with Rogue he’d probably have the same issues.
Actually, those issues might even be worse. Lighter not withstanding.
“For real? You need to talk to Professor X.”
Of course, run and tell the professor that he’s in lust with St. John and can’t sleep, and oh, by the way, ‘Professor can you take away Johnny’s obvious phallic symbol because it’s giving me a constant hard-on?’
Yeah. Sure.
“I don’t think the professor could do anything about these particular problems.”
“You sure?”
Click fwoosh.
Damnit. Busted.
“Somebody having problems?” Bobby can feel the heat emanating from St. John even though he can’t actually see him. He can’t believe he didn’t hear him approach. He can't believe his body didn't sense the temperature change.
He turns around slowly, and damn Johnny for looking so well-rested and warm. “Anything I can do?” St. John’s voice is a low and soothing, like hot chocolate.
“Dropping dead would be a good start.” Huh. Bobby really did say that. And he used to be such a nice boy.
“Wow,” Kitty looks amused more than actually offended on Johnny’s behalf. “That’s a lot of animosity at this time of the morning. Are y’all gonna start fighting now too, cos I gotta tell you, I only have a five minute window to referee before I’m due downstairs to watch the WWF?”
“I’ll make it quick, just for you,” Bobby offers.
Click fwoosh.
“You’d make it quick for anybody,” Johnny corrects, and Bobby freezes his lighter while the words are still forming in his mind.
St. John is not impressed.
Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”You guys know they call this flirting where I come from, right?”
*
Bobby didn’t use the last of Jubes’ Green Tea Shampoo to wash his shoelaces because they were dirty.
He didn’t borrow Piotr’s computer to download porn either.
Also, he is not singing N’Sync in the shower. Really. It’s just an echo from the radio down the hall. It must be from one of the girls’ rooms. Right.
He will swear to this under great duress, much in the same way that he had nothing to do with the snowballs at the Memorial Day picnic or that frozen lock on the liquor cabinet that just cracked one day without provocation.
Bobby Drake never does anything wrong. In fact he’s a model pupil who... just had the shower curtain pulled back by his roommate. Well, that'll kick up the heat in his shower by several degrees.
Obviously this is why Bobby just dropped the soap. It has absolutely nothing to do with being exposed in front of St. John who is full clothed and wearing a new shirt. It’s a nice shirt.
“Where is it, Drake?”
The water seems to be getting increasingly warmer, and even to Bobby’s low body temperature, it’s getting hot in the bathroom. He could cool it down a bit. Steam might be good for his soaped up, exposed person. It’s certainly not being helped by Johnny’s presence. Cold. Cold. Think cold.
“What are we talking about, Johnny?” Bobby can think of a lot of things he’d like to be talking about, but St. John doesn’t seem interested, which is an unwelcome change.
“My lighter. Where’s my lighter?” Ah. That would be why the shower curtain is melting under St. John’s hand.
“You think I have your lighter? In the shower? Where exactly do you think I’m keeping it considering my current state of undress?” And it’s almost like Johnny didn’t realize where they were, even with the steam and the melted plastic and yes, the naked Bobby.
That’s no good.
And no, Bobby really didn’t need to draw attention to his nakedness.
“Oh, I – uh.” And wow, even through the steam Johnny looks red, really red.
“I haven’t got your lighter on me, St. John. Just so you know.”
“Yeah, I uh. Sorry about that.”
St. John’s gone before Bobby can say anything else, which is probably just as well because the soap has dried on his body, and he’s starting to itch. Scratching in front of Johnny probably wouldn’t go over well in the Book of Seduction According to Robert Drake. Not that the book is doing a lot for Bobby right now. He’ll have to consult with Kitty later on, but in the meanwhile, since Bobby’s already there, a cold shower would probably be a good idea.
-finis-
Notes: Thanks to my girl,
ethrosdemon, for suffering through the beta process.
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Date: 2003-05-06 03:54 pm (UTC)I love how you write the clicking with the lighter, and the play between ice and fire. Is muchly cool. And hot. and funny. *grins again*
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:38 am (UTC)I love how you write the clicking with the lighter, and the play between ice and fire. Is muchly cool. And hot. and funny. *grins again*
Thank you so much, I'm thrilled that you're enjoying this.
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:40 am (UTC)Your icon cracks me up, I feel like he should be in Vegas or something. Seriously though, I'm glad you like this. Thanks! Oh, and thank you for the recc as well.
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Date: 2003-05-06 04:01 pm (UTC)Oh my lord they're so antagonistic and cute and dorky and perfect.
Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”Y'all know they call this flirting where I come from.”
Perceptive, isn't she? I like Kitty here. She's not in very much, but I get a really good sense of her from what you've given us. Heh, she always was a little smartass in the comics.
“You think I have your lighter? In the shower? Where exactly do you think I’m keeping it considering my current state of undress?” And it’s almost like Johnny didn’t realize where they were, even with the steam and the melted plastic and yes, the naked Bobby.
That’s no good.
And no, Bobby really didn’t need to draw attention to his nakedness.
“Oh, I – uh.” And wow, even through the steam Johnny looks red, really red.
“I haven’t got your lighter on me, St. John. Just so you know.”
“Yeah, I uh. Sorry about that.”
Hee! Now, the question is, did St. John catch Bobby in the shower on purpose, or is he really that oblivious? *ponders*
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:42 am (UTC)Antagonistic and dorky, two of my favorite things. I like these boys, I admit it. They hit that soft spot right around where Draco and Harry reside.
Perceptive, isn't she? I like Kitty here. She's not in very much, but I get a really good sense of her from what you've given us. Heh, she always was a little smartass in the comics.
That's a shout-out to my beta, who insisted that I had to give Kitty or Jubilee some love. I'm glad you're enjoying this!
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I love their interaction. I want so badly to write a fun, pre-movie story, but everything keeps coming out all maudlin and long-sleeve-wearing. This is great and sexy and funny, and I love Bobby here. Different from other Bobbys we've seen come out of the movieverse, and with added Pyro-UST! Can't wait to see more *nudgenudge*
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:46 am (UTC)I have no idea why I started writing from the Bobby POV, but once I started I had to go to
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Date: 2003-05-06 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
You mean "way too hot and oh so right Magneto/John". I mean, that's how I read it, anyway. ;)
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:48 am (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying them, Pearl-O!
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Date: 2003-05-06 05:58 pm (UTC)Plus, I utterly fell in love with Jubilee in that series. Especially spectacular in Nacey's Jubes story in the outtakes.
*feels all nostalgic for her long-lost fandom*
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Date: 2003-05-06 05:59 pm (UTC)I am so your bitch, just so we get that straight. As long as you're feeding me this stuff, I'll be your dancing motherfucking monkey, man.
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:50 am (UTC)I am so your bitch, just so we get that straight. As long as you're feeding me this stuff, I'll be your dancing motherfucking monkey, man.
Hmmm. I am seeing that this is going to be a very short-lived affair. One more piece of Thermal and then I'm done.
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Date: 2003-05-06 06:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-07 10:50 am (UTC)Your icon... it just makes me all kinds of happy.
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:52 am (UTC)Relief. Relief. Oh good lord, please stop. No, *back* evil demon bunny!
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Date: 2003-05-06 09:07 pm (UTC)suck me into a new fandomkeep going with this series. It's wonderful. It's Bobby/St. John. It's yours. It's, ah, desperately wanting a sequel. *nudges and winks*And Love&LustAtMutantHigh? Umguhsquee. God, I love good long slash.
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Date: 2003-05-07 10:54 am (UTC)And Love&LustAtMutantHigh? Umguhsquee. God, I love good long slash.
I am so friggin easy to influence. "Look! Pretty boys with slash potential!" *dashes left. dashes right.* Are you going to come play? Are you going to make icons? Are you going to write?
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Date: 2003-05-07 02:46 pm (UTC)Ah, fuck it, it's far too late for that. *sighs* Yes, yes, I'm probably going to play. I tried to resist, but my will is weak.
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Date: 2003-05-07 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-07 10:55 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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Date: 2003-05-07 04:48 am (UTC)(And 'Love and Lust'? Kicks major ass!)
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Date: 2003-05-07 11:02 am (UTC)Wow. Thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2003-05-07 08:15 am (UTC)I know not who she is, but she rocks.
As do you m'dear.
Priceless bit with the 'cold shower.'
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Date: 2003-05-07 11:04 am (UTC)I know not who she is, but she rocks.
As do you m'dear.
Priceless bit with the 'cold shower.'
Have you looked at the mouth on St. John? I'd need cold showers too. I'd need cold everything. *blinks* I'll be right back, I need to go write this down.
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Date: 2003-05-07 11:36 am (UTC)interesting euphemism ya got there.
*snerk*
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Date: 2003-05-07 09:04 am (UTC)Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”Y'all know they call this flirting where I come from, right?”
Is Kitty southern?
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Date: 2003-05-07 11:05 am (UTC)Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”Y'all know they call this flirting where I come from, right?”
Is Kitty southern?
You know, I don't think so, I suspect that's one of my slang snafus. *goes to check*
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Date: 2003-05-07 08:56 pm (UTC)That...rocked. For lack of a word that doesn't translate to English from Scy as anything but high-pitched giggles or 'squee'. Or maybe 'urgle.'
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Date: 2003-05-08 02:07 pm (UTC)That...rocked. For lack of a word that doesn't translate to English from Scy as anything but high-pitched giggles or 'squee'. Or maybe 'urgle.'
*grins stupidly*
Thank you, sweetie, I'm glad you're enjoying this. I'm having, well, quite possibly too much fun writing it. Yay!
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-05-12 10:19 am (UTC)Scary, yet productive. Yes, that is me.
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"You freeze my fire again, and we're going to have problems, Drake."
That's like so perfect. I can just hear it, John all deadpan and Bobby all, you know. Frustrated and hot.
Kitty, on the other hand, looks suitably amused. ”Y'all know they call this flirting where I come from, right?”
*adores!* I love the tension developing between them. It's tasty, man.
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Date: 2003-05-12 10:20 am (UTC)"You freeze my fire again, and we're going to have problems, Drake."
That's like so perfect. I can just hear it, John all deadpan and Bobby all, you know. Frustrated and hot.
Iceman all frustrated and hot. Heh, you made a funny.
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Date: 2003-05-11 11:21 am (UTC)Words cannot express the love. Eee! :)
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Date: 2003-05-12 10:20 am (UTC)Words cannot express the love. Eee! :)
Oh, thank you very much. *grins*
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Date: 2005-11-11 03:12 am (UTC)*snicker* Oh, I love St. John's time-delayed blushing reponse! They are such boys.