Promises You Can't Keep
Title: Promises You Can’t Keep
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 7. Aroused
Word Count: 196
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After a mission, Victor’s feeling more than a little affectionate.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Enamored.
Victor was worming his hands into Jean-Paul’s uniform as soon as the others had left. They were alone in the Blackbird’s hanger, and Victor had the older mutant pinned against the wall. “Don’t,” he hissed, “don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He pressed his hips against Jean-Paul’s, and the speedster let out a soft groan, cupping Victor’s face.
“No promises,” Jean-Paul murmured against Victor’s mouth. “I’ll make no promises I cannot keep.” He kissed the younger man teasingly, sliding his hands down Victor’s back. “Victor, Victor.”
“Shut up,” the green mutant sighed back, nibbling his neck. Jean-Paul’s hand snaked into Victor’s pants, and his back arched, his hands scrambling inside Jean-Paul’s uniform. “Christ, yes…”
Jean-Paul wrapped a hand around him, and Victor moaned, shuddering.
They pulled apart quickly at the sound of approaching feet, hurriedly rearranging their uniforms and heading for the exit. They passed Logan on the way out, who took one look at them and rolled his eyes.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier
Prompt: 7. Aroused
Word Count: 196
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After a mission, Victor’s feeling more than a little affectionate.
Author's Notes: Sequel to Enamored.
Victor was worming his hands into Jean-Paul’s uniform as soon as the others had left. They were alone in the Blackbird’s hanger, and Victor had the older mutant pinned against the wall. “Don’t,” he hissed, “don’t you ever scare me like that again.” He pressed his hips against Jean-Paul’s, and the speedster let out a soft groan, cupping Victor’s face.
“No promises,” Jean-Paul murmured against Victor’s mouth. “I’ll make no promises I cannot keep.” He kissed the younger man teasingly, sliding his hands down Victor’s back. “Victor, Victor.”
“Shut up,” the green mutant sighed back, nibbling his neck. Jean-Paul’s hand snaked into Victor’s pants, and his back arched, his hands scrambling inside Jean-Paul’s uniform. “Christ, yes…”
Jean-Paul wrapped a hand around him, and Victor moaned, shuddering.
They pulled apart quickly at the sound of approaching feet, hurriedly rearranging their uniforms and heading for the exit. They passed Logan on the way out, who took one look at them and rolled his eyes.