Sunrise/Sunset
by Pablo

There's almost no noise as Bobby trails John back to their room. He hears a snatch of conversation over the sound of the television, words that Bobby can't seem to make out. All he can hear is the hollow ring of their footsteps, syncopated as the two men walk hastily down the corridor.

John looks back over his shoulder and a smile breaks out on his face. Bobby thinks he looks a little nervous and given the erratic beat of his own heart he's not surprised. Neither of them have said a word since they decided to make their way back to the room. At the time Bobby had wanted nothing more than to stay where he was, the two of them alone in the classroom, but good judgement had won over the myriad other emotions Bobby had been experiencing.

The two of them finally round the corner, the door to their room now only a few feet away. Bobby mentally wills St John to move faster and he's relieved when the relative darkness of their small, shared room swallows the two of them.

Bobby closes the door behind himself and already John is kissing him, warm slide of his hand pressing under Bobby's shirt. When John's warm hand touches Bobby's skin he breathes in a gulp of air, he can hear himself moan and John swallows the sound as they kiss, his tongue slick and hot in Bobby's mouth.

Bobby moves his own hands and pulls at the fabric of John's shirt. The two of them tangled in a mess of clothes and limbs, unwilling to break apart.

"We're gonna... need to... get out of these."

Each phrase is drawn out as the two of them kiss hungrily. Bobby finally tries to move John where his weight rests against him, pinning Bobby against the door.

Bobby pulls at his own shirt and ends up getting it tangled over his head, but pulls at it anyway. He's pleased when he manages to get it fully off without having to tear the material, but doesn't really care either way. John seems to be ahead of him, his own shirt already loosely pooled at his feet as he fumbles at the waistband of his jeans.

Bobby takes a moment to stare at John, shirtless John. His skin is pale, almost milky-white and there's a tightly coiled strength barely hidden under the surface. John always fidgets, a mass of nervous energy and his build echoes that. He's thin but strong and it's not like Bobby hasn't seen him without his shirt before, but that doesn't explain why Bobby's hands are itching to touch him. Why the first thing on his mind is to touch and grip and hold John.

And that sentiment's echoed in other parts of his body as well.

"Don't you think you're wearing too many clothes?"

Only then does Bobby realise that his hands are no longer moving, that they're not feverishly tugging at his own clothes. Johnny's jeans are open, a small V at his fly and Bobby's distracted by a soft trail of downy hair that starts at the base of John's belly and disappears under his boxers.

"Well?" John stares at him inquisitively.

It's one thing telling your roommate that you want to fuck him and quite clearly something different when his pants are only loosely resting over his hips and gradually riding lower as one hand disappears down the front of them. Long strokes of John's hand that send uncontrollable urges through Bobby's body and finally kick-start his brain into action. He reminds himself that this is exactly what he wanted and now that he has the chance, Bobby doesn't want to fuck this up.

Bobby fumbles at his belt, his eyes never leaving John's body as he pulls at his own jeans. He realises then that he's still wearing shoes and takes a moment with shaking hands to try and take them off. He worries at one point that he can't quite manage the complicated system of knots used to tie his laces and wonders if it would be too undignified to gnaw through them with his teeth. Or freeze them and see if they'll break more easily that way.

He doesn't want John to know how nervous he is, so he closes his eyes and takes a few breaths in an effort to steady his nerves. His mind's full of images of John, his naked chest and the way his hand dips further under the waistband of his jeans. Bobby starts to wonder if he'll be able to maintain control at all.

He finally manages to untie his shoes and once they're gone his pants follow suit. He's only in his boxers now and Bobby's cock feels heavy and presses against the front of the thin cotton material. All thoughts of dignity lost as his eyes follow the rhythm that John makes with his hands. Slow rhythmic strokes that make Bobby even harder.

"Do you have condoms?"

It takes a moment for Bobby to make out the question but almost no time at all to realise the answer.

"No, I..."

"I thought you said you wanted to fuck me?"

"God, John, I do..." He really does. Except Bobby hadn't exactly thought his plan through this far, in fact if he's being honest he's genuinely surprised it got this far at all.

"Top drawer, then."

John nods his head a little in the direction of the dresser next to his bed. Bobby looks at it for a second, then back to John. Another inquisitive look and only seconds later Bobby crosses the room, shaking hand pulling the top drawer open. There's a couple of boxes of matches, one open and half empty, well-read magazines, a spare lighter, the sort you'd see for sale at a gas station, obviously saved for emergencies and towards the back a small cardboard box that Bobby takes.

He also snags a tube that lies next to it and the two items, despite their size, weigh heavy in his hand. When he looks back at John, his roommate smiles at him.

Bobby takes a couple of steps and with his free hand pulls John's body against him. The two of them kiss again and John's tongue in his mouth is a counter point to the hard length of his cock that Bobby feels pressed against him. John's body is warm where they touch, skin-to-skin, a heat builds that Bobby can feel travel through his entire body.

"I want you to fuck me, Bobby." John's voice is quiet as he whispers against Bobby's ear, soft exhalation of breath against his skin. He sounds smooth, like honey and melts over Bobby who just nods. His smile grows wider as he gives John room to shed the rest of his clothes.

Bobby is entranced at the sight, John slides his hands under the waistband of his jeans and with one deft movement removes both them and his boxers. Bobby catches his first real glimpse of John's cock, which looks as hard as Bobby thinks his own feels.

Bobby still clutches the box of condoms and the lube in his hand as he watches John settle down onto his back on the bed. Bobby's not sure what to do, or to say but when John reaches his hand out for him he moves forward anyway.

John takes what he's holding from his hand and slides his fingers under the waistband of Bobby's shorts and circles his hand around the front. The dip of his fingers feels like it's burning a line into Bobby's skin and for a moment, a glimmer of worry creeps into his mind. That's shut down when he catches Johnny smiling up at him.

Bobby can feel John slide his shorts off and wrap his hand around Bobby's already slick cock. He bucks forward uncontrollably as John works his cock with one long stroke of his hand, before circling the head with the pad of his thumb. Each tiny circle makes Bobby want even more.

"God, Bobby, you're beautiful." John's voice is quiet and sounds broken, each word dragged out.

Bobby's pleased when John takes the condoms and lube from his hands, fumbles a little with them. The sound of plastic tearing fills the silence in between the sound of their breathing. John's hand is once again on Bobby's cock, this time sliding a condom onto the length of it. Bobby has to will himself not to come just from the feel of the warmth of John's hand on him. He feels Johnny squeeze something cool onto his hands and lets John pull him closer. He braces himself above John's body, exposed and laid out before him.

Bobby's hand presses against John, hot and ready. John's voice sounds like desperation and want. When Bobby finally registers the words that John whispers to him, his hand starts to move.

"Fuck me now," and it's not really a question.

Bobby's fingers are slick with lube and when they dip inside Johnny, the heat that surrounds him is almost unbearable. John is smooth and soft against him and when Bobby slides slowly in, tentative at first, John moans. Bobby stares down at John's face, his eyes now pulled tightly shut. He can't help but stare, despite the fact that John looks so lost. Such a private, intimate act and despite the fact that Bobby's the one making John look that way, he can't help but feel that he's intruding.

John mumbles his name and starts to move, to follow the rhythm that Bobby makes with his fingers. His back arches off the bed, sheets knotted and twisted in his grip. The muscles of John's stomach are bunched tight as he moves, pushing himself against Bobby's hand.

The sight alone makes Bobby want to come but he wills himself not to. John's movements become more erratic and the words that tumble from his mouth become louder and more confused sounding. Bobby takes that as a sign and moves himself closer, kneeling in the space between Johnny's legs.

Bobby takes his hand away, which causes John's eyes to open, his mouth to part and a soft hiss to escape his lips. The expression of confusion is soon replaced by a smile as Bobby uses his own slick hand to lube his cock.

When he touches himself he realises he's even further gone than he'd thought. Watching John fuck himself on his fingers has pushed him so close to his limit that Bobby has to try desperately not to come. There's no way he's getting this close and not ending up inside John.

He uses one hand to steady John's body, heat pouring out of the man under him and seeping into Bobby's skin. He can feel a thin layer of perspiration that coats his skin, tiny beads of moisture that form on his body.

Bobby presses the head of his cock against the warm heat of John, slick skin that feels so inviting. Bobby moves forward slowly, each moment he can feel himself slide further, deeper into John. He braces himself above the man under him as he gulps in air. Bobby's never felt anything like this sort of heat, he feels surrounded by it, like he's floating in a soft cocoon of warmth.

After what seems like forever, he's fully surrounded, the length of his cock buried inside John. All Bobby can do is whisper John's name as he begins the rhythm he'd first started with his fingers. John curls his hands into fists that grip tightly to the cover of his bed; his movements echo Bobby's as he creates his own rhythm, twisting his body, driving Bobby even deeper inside him.

Bobby's trying desperately to hold on, but the feeling coupled with the look of bliss on John's face is only making that task even more difficult. He tries to move slowly but John seems to want more as he drives his body in small erratic movements, fucking himself.

John's hand reaches down for Bobby's own, fingers entwined in a rough hard grip. Bobby lets John move his hand, lets go of his fingers when John presses Bobby's hand against the length of his cock. Bobby's hand is still slick and he lets John fuck himself against it.

Bobby knows he's close, he can feel it build inside of him.

John's head is thrown back, his neck exposed, a warm trail of perspiration beads across his skin and Bobby's never seen John look so exposed. That look of openness is all it takes and Bobby can feel himself come, buried inside the tightness of John's body. The movement of his hand over John's cock slows a little, he's not sure he's capable of any movement at all, he has enough trouble ensuring he doesn't collapse on top of John. It's almost like the heat of John's body is melting him and Bobby has to place all of his effort in staying in one solid piece.

Then he can feel Johnny's hand around his own, re-establishing the rhythm. The two of them now stroke John's cock, each movement causes John to moan and writhe under the weight of Bobby, their bodies press together in a slick heat. John's breathing becomes even more fractured and with a long moan and a rush of heat, Bobby feels him coming.

When Bobby opens his eyes and stares at Johnny as he comes, he wants to tell him that he's his first. His first and only. He wants to share that with John, to let him know that he'll never forget what they've done. But he can't speak, Bobby's not even sure at the moment if he can remember what the words he wants to say even are.

John's eyes flutter open, soft beat of his eyelashes like wings and when he looks into Bobby's eyes he realises that he doesn't need to say anything. That Johnny already knows everything that Bobby could tell him.

 

Bobby's never really had a problem with being cold, for the obvious reason, so it feels a little weird to wake up wrapped in somebody who's emitting as much body heat as St John is. Bobby's never really had that problem before, because he hasn't woken up in the same bed after being asleep with somebody, or in this case not sleeping. Despite the fact that the two of them ended up asleep, limbs entwined and John's warm body pressed against Bobby's back, one arm is wrapped around him and clutches Bobby close. The two of them fitting together in a way that had surprised Bobby in how comfortable it had felt.

He starts to think about the logistics of keeping John in bed, naked, and once again, Bobby's over-thinking this. Instead of simply enjoying it as it happens, his mind is flipping from one thing to another. Instead he tries to calm his mind and when John's hand moves slightly, he gets a little bit of a shock. He pushes back and now he knows John is awake, very awake. Bobby moves again, grinding his hips backwards. He can hear John let out a soft breath against the back of his neck which makes Bobby shiver and his body starts to react in a way, very similar to John's.

He thinks about turning over, but John's arm tightens around him and a soft kiss is placed against his neck. John moves his mouth up to Bobby's ear and when he speaks, his words send shivers that work their way up and down Bobby's body.

"Damn... is it too cliche to say that I need a cigarette after that?"

"I suppose it's not so much a matter of being a cliche as opposed to being a matter of you not smoking." Bobby can feel John laugh softly. They're still pressed so close together that every movement either of them makes transfers from one body to another.

John shrugs his shoulders and mumbles in response. "Details."

"Can you imagine trying to get away with smoking around this place?"

"Wolverine would let us, hell he'd probably join in."

Bobby laughs, he has to admit Logan probably would encourage them to rebel. "He'd join in? Wait, we are still talking about a cigarette here?" When Bobby looks back at John he can see him smile, suggestively. Bobby thinks John looks filthy and he can feel himself blush.

"C'mon, man. You're gonna have to give up the coy innocent routine, at least around me, it's a little late to pretend."

"What are you talking about? I'm cool. It's a well-known fact around here that I'm cool. Hello? Iceman."

"Yeah right, you should hear what Jubes calls you."

"Yeah, Johnny, I think I should."

John's mouth opens and shuts, but no words come out. Bobby swears he can see John's brain working in an effort to get himself out of telling Bobby just what Jubilee does in fact say about him. John shifts uncomfortably but Bobby doesn't let him move at all, instead he pins him down on the bed, hands above his head. John's eyes dart around the room, looking for an escape.

"Hmmm?"

Bobby starts to think of ways of making John talk, but when he finally responds his words are mirrored by a small movement in his hips that drives their bodies closer. The sheet that had been covering them falls down and Bobby can see a large expanse of flesh exposed. Bobby straddles John, one leg each side of his torso and he can feel his cock harden where they touch.

John's voice sounds a little less confident when he finally manages to speak. "So... Wolverine, huh?

"Don't think you can change the subject on me, St John." John twists a little underneath him and Bobby's not fooled for a second. He can tell the last thing John actually wants is to get free, but Bobby's more than happy for him to squirm.

"I'd do him..."

"Just because we were..." Bobby finally cottons on to what John has said and Bobby notices that smile's back on his face. He's trying to think of how to respond but before he can, John starts talking again.

"I know you heard me, Bobby. I said I'd do him."

"Okay, let's not talk about Logan at all?

"And Mr Summers." Now Bobby's without a doubt that John's struggling just a little bit more than is really required. His hips press up against Bobby, each movement pushing his cock against John.

"Yeah well, we'd all do Mr Summers."

Bobby's eyes dip closed momentarily and when they open again he can see John watching him as he speaks, his mouth is parted and every now and then his tongue dips out and moistens his lips.

"It's the visor. I always swear he's looking at me, just watching everything I do. Well... it's that and the arse." John lets out a low whistle. "Mmmm, mmmm."

Bobby can feel the blood rush to every part of his body except for his brain and despite the fact that his grip loosens; John doesn't try and get himself free. Bobby once again feels warm all over and his body has started an unconscious rhythm in time with John's movements. Bobby drives himself against John who arches under him. He can hear his breathing, heavy in the relative silence of their room.

"And Storm." John's voice sounds soft, barely above a whisper.

"Give me a minute to grab a pad and pen, somehow I think this is gonna take a while."

"What? Come on, you can't tell me you've never thought about who you would and wouldn't do in this place?"

"No." Bobby's eyes open slowly and his blush deepens. "Okay, yeah."

"Still, I think I know who's top of my list." John's voice sounds dreamlike, almost as if Bobby's only half awake and every word that John says sounds elongated and rounded.

"Who?"

Bobby lets John pull him down. Their chests touch as John's hand slides behind Bobby's head and brings him in for a kiss. John's mouth is wet and hot as Bobby laps at it and their tongues collide as Bobby continues to squirm.

"Shit, what time is it?" Bobby tries to move away but John's hand on the back of his neck doesn't allow him to get very far.

"Time you shut up and started kissing me again."

John pulls Bobby's mouth back and suckles Bobby's lip between his teeth. He takes a gentle bite that causes Bobby to once again buck his weight downwards.

"You know we both have class, right?" It takes a while but Bobby finally manages to get out a complete sentence, his mouth still pressed against John's.

"Uh-huh."

"So we should be getting ready?"

John tastes warm and sweet, like caramel, melting under Bobby's kiss.

"Uh-huh."

The movement of John under Bobby tells him he has no intention of getting ready for class. When he speaks, John's voice is drawn out and punctuated by soft kisses to Bobby's throat and mouth.

"So what's worse? Faking being sick or going to Professor Xavier's class? Either way he's gonna know the truth about what we've been up to."

"John, if we don't get out of this bed anytime soon, every body's gonna know the truth."

"And that's a bad thing?"

Bobby can't help but agree, getting out of bed, out of John's bed really doesn't seem like a sane or logical thing to want to do. But this is a school, no matter how odd the students are and Bobby is secretly worried about what might happen. Of course he'll never admit to Johnny that he's worried, but Bobby thinks at least if he worries in his head about things like that he's done his best to avoid an embarrassing situation.

"Staying in bed isn't a bad thing at all, but sometimes it's nice not having everybody know all of my secrets."

"Well then you shouldn't be worrying about the Professor, just make sure Kitty doesn't ever find out about this."

The two of them laugh at John's joke and Bobby takes the opportunity to slide his hand between their bodies. John's chest is warm and slick and Bobby begins to trace patterns across his chest.

"Why do we go to the one school in the world where it's impossible to fake a sick day?" John sounds almost wistful.

"One of the many benefits of being special, I guess."

Bobby moves his mouth and begins to follow the patterns he's made with his fingers, this time with his tongue. John's skin is warm and salty and when he presses the flat of his tongue hard against him, John begins to moan.

Bobby's almost forgotten about class and Xavier, and pretty much everything else besides the feel of John under him when he's shocked by a knock on the door.

"Shit." John's never one to mince words.

Neither of them move, both a little unsure what to do.

"Bobby are you there?" Marie's voice sounds through the door, Bobby still hasn't responded and when he looks back at John, his friend is making a face at him. Bobby's not sure why and after a few moments John elbows him a little.

"Hey Marie, uh yeah?"

"I've been looking for you, can I come in?" Her voice is muffled slightly and for a moment Bobby frets because he can't remember if he locked the door, or if he was even the one to close it.

"Just uh, gimme a minute." He quickly climbs off John who's still lying prone on the bed; in fact he doesn't seem to look like he wants to move. Bobby quickly pulls on a pair of sweats he finds at the end of his bed and grabs for a t-shirt. John still hasn't moved.

"John?"

"What? This is my room too."

"Uh yeah but, John?" Bobby isn't quite sure what to say so instead he gestures at John, tries to highlight the fact that he's lying naked in his bed and that it wouldn't take a genius to figure out why.

"Oh, I see your point."

John stands up in one swift motion and pulls the sheet around his waist, reaching out a hand for his lighter on the way past. After a few moments he manages to make his way into the bathroom the two of them share, closing the door behind him. Bobby takes a few moments to catch his breath and calm his nerves, before he opens the door.

When he opens it, only a few inches, Marie's smiling face greets him from the other side. She looks just a little too cheery for this time of the morning and if Bobby didn't know better he'd swear that Logan was back. But he remembers Mr Summers complaining the night before about Wolverine taking off with his bike again.

"Hey, Marie."

"Sorry, were you still sleeping?" Marie looks a little shocked and Bobby's not surprised. He most likely looks a mess and considering what he and John have been up to, he's not surprised when Marie looks him up and down questioningly.

"Uh... yeah. Must have dozed off again, we trained pretty hard this morning." Bobby's never been that good a liar but he doesn't think Marie will suspect that that's anything but the truth.

"As long as you're not sick."

Bobby can't help but recall his earlier conversation with Johnny and those sorts of thoughts aren't helping him at all in the keeping it together department, so he shifts a little on his feet and doesn't say anything in response.

"You'd better hurry if you wanna make it to class, and please tell me you're gonna make it? I can't even begin to get my head around those Chem notes."

"Sure, uh, just give me a minute?" He's not quite sure how he's going to manage to get ready in such a short amount of time but rushing seems a whole lot easier than convincing John that he really can't spend the rest of the day in bed. The last thing he wants is for Xavier to come asking after him, even if it means being apart from Johnny.

"Okay, I can wait outside..."

Marie hasn't even finished speaking when the loud growl of a motorcycle engine can be heard, even through the closed window of Bobby's room. Wolverine seems to be back and at least that'll mean Marie will be distracted. That should buy him a few more minutes, maybe more considering just how distracted she currently looks.

In fact, Bobby doesn't think she even knows she's standing in front of the door to his room. One gloved hand rests absently on the doorframe. Her eyes are already looking down the corridor, back towards the stairs down to the first floor.

"Or I can, uh, just meet you there?" Bobby doesn't even try to hide the emotion in his voice.

"Sure, if you like." She starts moving even before she finishes, her smile grows larger and Bobby almost can't feel disappointed or hurt. Almost.

Bobby shuts the door and moves back to sit on the bed. John must have been listening because it only takes him a moment to open the door from the bathroom. When he sits down on the bed, his weight causes the mattress to dip and he's so close that Bobby can feel where they touch.

"I guess Logan's back?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'm glad he's here."

"What?" Bobby thinks at first that John hasn't really been paying attention and he'd misheard him but the look on his face tells him he hadn't.

"You're glad Logan's here? Why exactly?"

"Because then it keeps Marie occupied." John smiles again and with his free hand Bobby notices him flick his lighter on. The vibrant red of the flame attracting his attention.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, then it gives me a chance to spend more time with her other ‘not-boyfriend'."

"Hey, her and I have got quite a thing going and... this probably isn't the best time to mention that, right?" Bobby answers before he even thinks about.

John shakes his head in response.

"Is there any way I can get out of that one?"

"Sure is." John pushes Bobby back onto the bed; the sheet unwinds from around his waist, forgotten. Bobby pulls John until his body lies atop him.

"Let's test that theory about whether or not we can fake being sick?" When John smiles, Bobby forgets all about making it to Xavier's class. All about Marie, who may or may not be waiting for him. Instead his thoughts are fully occupied by John. And mostly John's mouth and his tongue, how he tastes and how quickly he can get back out of the clothes he'd pulled on so hastily.

There's another knock at the door and John stills himself mid-kiss. Bobby can see him roll his eyes and without saying a word he grabs for the sheet that isn't really covering him at all. After a few moments, John closes the bathroom door behind himself.

Bobby takes a moment to make sure his pants are fully on before he opens the door. Except this time it isn't Rogue, it's Jubilee and she has an impish look on her face. Bobby has to stop her from pushing into the room and leans himself against the door in an attempt to stop her from even looking in.

She just rolls her eyes before giving up, resigning herself to the fact that she can't see. "You better haul ass, Drake. You do remember this is a school, right? And in school you have classes? Is this all coming back to you?"

Jubilee, one hand on her hip watches Bobby, waits for an answer. When he doesn't say anything she just rolls her eyes again and moves the books she holds in her hands from one side to the other.

"Oh and Bobby? You'd better tell Johnny the same thing too." She smiles back at Bobby, raising one eyebrow suggestively before she starts to walk down the corridor away from his room.

 

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