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The sun was sinking steadily below the horizon, painting the entire Xavier estate in a blood-orange twilight. It felt oddly sinister to Bobby Drake as he sat next to Anna Marie on the window seat that looked out over the expansive grounds. Her gloved hand rested in his own and the old-fashioned cotton sleeve felt scratchy in Bobby’s bare palm. For the hundredth time, he wondered how it would feel to really touch his girlfriend. To put his hand in hers, to stroke her cheek, to kiss her perfect soft-looking lips.
He found himself leaning in, getting so close that he could practically feel the heat of her body. Part of Bobby’s mutation was a colder body temperature than normal humans by just a few degrees and he was over-sensitive to heat.
“I love you,” he whispered as his lips hovered a centimetre from Anna’s flesh.
“Bobby,” Anna whispered. “I…I can’t.”
“Maybe you can control it,” Bobby cajoled, his bare fingers brushing Anna’s lovely auburn hair, the pads of his fingers rubbing the beautiful streak of white that ran through her dark mane.
“I told you, I can’t.”
Abruptly Anna was standing up and with one gloved hand she pushed Bobby to the side, wanting to minimize the risk of his fingers brushing against her face.
“I can’t touch you, Bobby,” she said, her southern twang now clearly audible.
“We could try,” Bobby persisted. “Just for a second.”
Anna Marie’s dark eyes hardened and Bobby knew she was remembering what happened to her first boyfriend and how he had ended up in a 3 month coma when Anna had first manifested her powers during a make out session.
“No.”
Her voice was so hard and so definitive that Bobby shivered a bit. In that moment, Anna sounded a lot like Logan and that sent a jolt through the young man. Like a lot of the students at Xavier’s Institute for the Gifted, Bobby both admired and feared the tall mutant with the deadly adamantium claws.
“Okay, okay,” he huffed. “I was just asking.”
“You keep asking.” Anna’s voice didn’t yield a millimetre. “And I keep telling you that I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Maybe you won’t,” Bobby grumbled. He knew he was being unreasonable but the urge to touch Anna’s perfect skin was undeniable.
“You’re impossible,” the young woman said and she hopped off the window seat and stalked down the hallway.
“Unbelievable,” Bobby muttered to himself, the exhilaration of being so close to the girl he loved and not being able to touch her was making his whole body itch with anticipation. But he was left alone with the desire, like he always was. Snorting a mist of cold air, the cryokinetic got to his feet and strode towards the main staircase to the dormitories.
In the relative privacy of his room, Bobby flung himself onto his bed and groaned audibly.
A snicker from across the room drew his ire and he glared over at his roommate. John Allerdyce was lying on his bed, wearing a thin t-shirt and long sleep pants. He was, as always, holding his customized Zippo in one hand. Bobby knew that was one of the reasons they’d been assigned to room together. His own unique power was the antithesis of John’s and it was easy for him to quench any blazes the other mutant might inadvertently start.
“What’s wrong, Drake?”
Bobby averted his gaze to stare at the blank wall across from him. He wasn’t in the mood for any of John’s wiseass remarks.
“Girlfriend not putting out, eh?”
“Fuck off, Johnny,” Bobby spat, feeling his temper rising. But the other boy didn’t take the hint and rose off his own bed and crossed the space between them. With a wicked grin, John settled onto the narrow space beside Bobby, his lithe body folding itself against Bobby’s broader frame.
“Got blue balls, huh, iceboy?”
Bobby stared at the wall stubbornly.
“I mean, unless you got a death wish, it’s probably for the best.”
Bobby gritted his teeth in annoyance.
“But if you do wanna die, that’s probably the best way to do it. Dick snug in a nice warm hole, body to body with a hot chick.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Bobby turned a frosty glare on his best friend, only to see John grinning unabashed back at him. Then the teen’s hand slide along the front of Bobby’s dark jeans, slim fingers pressing against his crotch, which was tenting a bit from his unreleased emotions.
“You offering to try?”
Bobby’s breath caught in his throat as the implications of that statement slowly resolved into an image in his mind’s eye. Even as he imagined it, John was levering himself to straddle Bobby, his dark eyes gleaming with something that made Bobby’s stomach flutter.
“Come on, Drake,” the other mutant said in a teasing voice. “Shut me up. Pretend I’m your girlfriend that you wanna touch so so badly.”
Something snapped inside Bobby and he grabbed John and in one deft motion flipped them so John was lying supine beneath him. John’s face looked up at him, his eyes shining in the dim light, his brilliant white teeth gleaming. His lips looked a lot like Anna’s, Bobby mused. So soft and pillowy. If he closed his eyes, he could pretend they were Anna’s. A moment later, he did and their lips pressed together in a sensual kiss.
It felt amazing, so gentle and yet so passionate. Bobby moaned into the kiss and when he finally pulled back and opened his eyes, John was staring up at him, eyes wide, smirk erased.
“Not bad,” the pyrokinetic finally said, his tone appraising. “Rogue doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
Those words drove home the gravity of what they’d done. Of what this made Bobby and he backed off hastily, nearly falling off the bed.
“We can’t do this again,” he said in a low voice.
John got off the bed and gave Bobby a long, measuring look. His gaze focused on the front of Bobby’s jeans which were now tenting fully.
“Sure,” he said, now smirking wickedly again. “Let’s see if you feel that way the next time you get….frozen out.” His chuckle filled the room and Bobby huffed, pulling one of his pillows over and holding it over his lap.
“We are never talking about this again.”
John just laughed.