Enamored
Title: Enamored
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 33. Enamored
Word Count: 590
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jean-Paul’s worried about his relationship with Victor.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Blanket Thief
“Have you considered talking to Victor about this?” Emma Frost asked, drumming her perfect nails o her desk.
Jean-Paul Beaubier rolled his eyes heavenward. “Every time I try, he changes the subject.” He stamped down on the thoughts of how Victor kept distracting him, and how good at it he was. But judging by the way Emma was smirking, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “Pervert.”
“It’s hardly my fault you think so loudly. Honestly, I don’t understand why you get so worked up about this. It’s almost like you don’t want to be happy.”
“Nonsense.” Jean-Paul shook his head. “I just don’t want Victor to do anything he’s going to regret. He was always so… impressionable.”
“Just as long as you aren’t trying to chase him off. You are so much more bearable when you’re getting laid on a regular basis.”
***
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re absolutely unbearable when you’re getting laid on a regular basis?” Julian Keller growled, glaring at Victor Borkowski. Victor just grinned at him.
“Jealous much?”
“Die, Vic. Just die.”
“Mmm… nope.” Victor caught Julia’s hand and twisted his arm up behind his back, then kicking his legs out from under him. “You give?”
“Yeah, yeah, you bastard.”
Victor let Julian go, and the telekinetic got to his feet. “So, how’s he treating you? Need me to beat him up for ya?”
“Aside from the occasional angst fit, he’s been treating me just fine.”
“What the hell’s he got to be angsty about?”
“He feels guilty.” Victor rolled his eyes. “He thinks he’s taking advantage of me. Sometimes, he’s not very bright.”
Julian snorted. “That’s why I don’t date old folk.”
“Jean-Paul’s not old.”
“He’s prehistoric.”
“He’s thirty-six.”
“See? Old.”
***
Jean-Paul fumbled the door behind him open as a pair of dark green lips assaulted his relentlessly. He stumbled backwards into the room, Victor clinging to his shirt. He recalled that there was something he wanted to talk to the younger man about, but he couldn’t recall what it was for the life of him.
***
Victor was surprised to find Jean-Paul awake and vertical when he came back with donuts and coffee. “Hey,” he said, his face splitting into a grin before he pressed a quick kiss to the older mutant’s lips. They’d wound up in Victor’s room for once, and Jean-Paul had been inspecting the décor when he’d come in. “You’re up early.”
“Mm.” Jean-Paul let Victor kiss him a second time, then stepped back. “We need to talk.”
Victor frowned. “I’m not liking this tone of voice, Jean-Paul.”
“It’s important.”
“Okay.” Victor sat down on the unmade bed, which still smelled like them. “What’s up?”
“It’s about us.”
There was a long silence. “You know, you’re the one who wanted to talk,” Victor pointed out.
“Yes. Victor… I don’t want you to think you have some kind of… obligation to be with me. You don’t have to tie yourself to me, you know.” His hands twitched. He wanted to reach out and touch Victor, stroke his face, kiss him, make love to him in that rumpled bed. But he needed to restrain himself, and let him come to a decision on his own.
Victor blinked. Then he flopped back on the bed and started laughing.
“I’m glad you find me so amusing,” Jean-Paul said dryly.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 33. Enamored
Word Count: 590
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jean-Paul’s worried about his relationship with Victor.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Blanket Thief
“Have you considered talking to Victor about this?” Emma Frost asked, drumming her perfect nails o her desk.
Jean-Paul Beaubier rolled his eyes heavenward. “Every time I try, he changes the subject.” He stamped down on the thoughts of how Victor kept distracting him, and how good at it he was. But judging by the way Emma was smirking, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “Pervert.”
“It’s hardly my fault you think so loudly. Honestly, I don’t understand why you get so worked up about this. It’s almost like you don’t want to be happy.”
“Nonsense.” Jean-Paul shook his head. “I just don’t want Victor to do anything he’s going to regret. He was always so… impressionable.”
“Just as long as you aren’t trying to chase him off. You are so much more bearable when you’re getting laid on a regular basis.”
***
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re absolutely unbearable when you’re getting laid on a regular basis?” Julian Keller growled, glaring at Victor Borkowski. Victor just grinned at him.
“Jealous much?”
“Die, Vic. Just die.”
“Mmm… nope.” Victor caught Julia’s hand and twisted his arm up behind his back, then kicking his legs out from under him. “You give?”
“Yeah, yeah, you bastard.”
Victor let Julian go, and the telekinetic got to his feet. “So, how’s he treating you? Need me to beat him up for ya?”
“Aside from the occasional angst fit, he’s been treating me just fine.”
“What the hell’s he got to be angsty about?”
“He feels guilty.” Victor rolled his eyes. “He thinks he’s taking advantage of me. Sometimes, he’s not very bright.”
Julian snorted. “That’s why I don’t date old folk.”
“Jean-Paul’s not old.”
“He’s prehistoric.”
“He’s thirty-six.”
“See? Old.”
***
Jean-Paul fumbled the door behind him open as a pair of dark green lips assaulted his relentlessly. He stumbled backwards into the room, Victor clinging to his shirt. He recalled that there was something he wanted to talk to the younger man about, but he couldn’t recall what it was for the life of him.
***
Victor was surprised to find Jean-Paul awake and vertical when he came back with donuts and coffee. “Hey,” he said, his face splitting into a grin before he pressed a quick kiss to the older mutant’s lips. They’d wound up in Victor’s room for once, and Jean-Paul had been inspecting the décor when he’d come in. “You’re up early.”
“Mm.” Jean-Paul let Victor kiss him a second time, then stepped back. “We need to talk.”
Victor frowned. “I’m not liking this tone of voice, Jean-Paul.”
“It’s important.”
“Okay.” Victor sat down on the unmade bed, which still smelled like them. “What’s up?”
“It’s about us.”
There was a long silence. “You know, you’re the one who wanted to talk,” Victor pointed out.
“Yes. Victor… I don’t want you to think you have some kind of… obligation to be with me. You don’t have to tie yourself to me, you know.” His hands twitched. He wanted to reach out and touch Victor, stroke his face, kiss him, make love to him in that rumpled bed. But he needed to restrain himself, and let him come to a decision on his own.
Victor blinked. Then he flopped back on the bed and started laughing.
“I’m glad you find me so amusing,” Jean-Paul said dryly.