Fic: Where There's Smoke There's Fire
Title: Where There’s Smoke There’s Fire
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-15
Prompt: raspberryichigo prompt table at dry_ice, “Everything I own smells of you.”
Word Count: 1,217
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bobby/John, slight Bobby/Rogue
Warning(s): Slash (male/male pairing), sexual situations, strong langauge
Spoilers: post X2 and X3
Summary:John is gone and Bobby can’t ignore the smell that won’t go away, especially when he doesn’t want to.
A/N: Took me a bit longer than I thought it would but I finally got this done. This is my first John/Bobby fic so any comments would be appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy this.
Everything I own smells of you
He didn’t notice it at first. Not that many people paid attention to smell unless they were Logan or something really reeked. So for months he didn’t notice it, he had grown so used to it over the years that he never thought about it.
Not until she remarked on it.
Then he noticed it all the time.
Bobby smiled as she pulled him into his room, her gloved hand soft and warm in his. He closed the door behind him letting Rogue pull him against her body and their lips teased little kisses, fleeting and never enough, but almost.
She laughed pulling away and sitting down to bounce on the bed near the window and Bobby froze the smile falling from his lips.
Her laughter faded as she wrinkled her nose “What is that smell? You don’t smoke do ya?”
Bobby forced a smile shaking his head “No.” He reached out a hand for hers and she slipped her white gloved fingers into his, untouchable. “It’s nothing.” He pulled her off of John’s bed.
The one that still smelt like smoke and cigarettes.
That night he had tried to sleep but the scent had floated around him more noticeable than ever. Bobby didn’t smoke but their- his room reeked of cigarettes.
John smoked, he didn’t even like it. He had done it for the flame because it was one thing to control fire with your mind, it was another to control it with your very breath.
If Rogue hadn't’t pointed it out he wouldn’t have remembered the way the smoke would curl around John’s lips, the way those lips would curl as he approached Bobby.
If she hadn’t said anything he wouldn’t of had to remember.
Now he would do anything to forget.
Forget the half pack of cigarettes in the bottom drawer, forget the clothes still tossed hazardly inside, forget his former roommate, forget his now enemy, forget his best friend, forget his…
He tried to, he tried so hard to forget John.
He kissed Rogue and each kiss was longer and more painful but he needed that to remind himself that Rogue wasn’t John, that she was what he wanted, what he had choose.
But he hadn’t he hadn’t even been aware there was a choice to make until it was too late.
And John was gone.
And Bobby was left with the smell of smoke that clung all around him.
”C’Mon Bobby” John muttered in his ear “Just let go, you can do it baby.” His breath was hot on Bobby’s neck as he pressed hot, fast kisses to the exposed skin voice husky in the other mutants ear.
“Shit.” Bobby muttered eyes screwed shut tightly as he felt the burning palm of John’s hands against his jeans “John, not here,” they were in the middle of the hallway with classes in session and Bobby tilted his head against the wall giving John better access hips straining as he muttered in defeat “Fuck.”
John bit at his neck laughing “That’s later Popsicle, now be a good boy and melt for me.” His voice was filled with amusement and once Bobby could form coherent thoughts again he was going to remind john that power jokes were lame.
He stopped thinking all together as the pressure of John’s hand increased and he could taste the nicotine on John’s tongue.
The half pack of cigarettes had disappeared from the drawer along with the never opened package of bic lighters Bobby had gotten for John right before he left.
Rogue had gotten the cure and her hands were moving under Bobby’s shirt as she kissed his neck. All he could do was sit there because it was nice, it just wasn’t…
“What’s wrong?” she had asked him softly and Bobby had stared at her and he couldn’t say it, but she saw it anyways.
She pulled back un gloved hands dropping to her sides and her she asked confused a bare hand touching her lips “Bobby have you been smoking?”
He pulled out a cigarette rolling it between his finger as he flicked the lighter on the flame small and nothing compared to what he knew John was capable of.
He pressed it to the end of the white stick and watched as it started to burn letting the lighter fall on the table.
He placed the cigarette between his lips and tasted him.
“Didn’t figure you for the type to pick up bad habits?” a familiar voice drawled and Bobby opened his eyes to stare at Logan who had entered the kitchen and was leaning against the doorframe watching him intently.
Bobby took a drag feeling his lungs expand and watching the burning at the end before turning his eyes back on Logan letting the smoke curl out of his lips as he spoke “We’re all full of surprises aren’t we?” and he remembered John walking past him and off the plane.
He never saw that one coming that’s for sure.
Logan smirked “Guess we are kid, mind giving me a light?” he pulled out a cigar.
It was two o’clock in the morning at a boarding school.
Bobby tossed him one of the Bic lighters.
The cure had started to fail and the distance between him and Rogue was even more noticeable than before. They couldn’t go back to stolen touches when the real thing hadn’t even been enough.
He had finished off the pack and had bought another one keeping it in his front pocket along with one of the Bic lighters.
They had officially broken up a week after the cure had failed completely and there were reports of Magneto being back on the street. The break up hadn’t been too horrible so they still worked together fine and whenever Bobby would have to suit up he left the lighter behind.
Just in case John was there.
He wasn’t, he hadn’t been. Bobby hadn’t seen him since he had dragged him away from the battlefield and to somewhere that would be safe.
Both of them had been covered in smoke.
The next time Bobby actually saw John outside of his dreams and memories was when the other mutant had showed up at the Mansion looking for sanctuary and Storm had given it to him.
”What are you doing here?” Bobby demanded stunned as he saw his former best friend lounging in the game room his hands clasped in front of him. Kitty stopped behind him letting Bobby take the lead and he could hear Rogue and Jubilee’s voices trail off.
“What,” John smirked “Not going to welcome me back?” and his tone was cocky but his eyes were nervous and unsure. They locked on Bobby’s desperate in a way he had never been when it wasn’t just the two of them.
Bobby’s throat tightened and his hand clenched at his side brushing against his front pocket.
“Welcome back.”
Bobby crushed the cigarette against the window sill and he felt John move behind him his voice in his ear “I like the new you.” John had moved back into the room taking up his old bed.
Bobby closed his eyes “It’s not so new.” He turned around eyes meeting John’s feeling scared and shaky “I’ve always smelled like you, just a little bit more nowadays.”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. All recognizable characters and situations belong to their respective owners and I make no profit off of playing with them.
Rating: PG-15
Prompt: raspberryichigo prompt table at dry_ice, “Everything I own smells of you.”
Word Count: 1,217
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Bobby/John, slight Bobby/Rogue
Warning(s): Slash (male/male pairing), sexual situations, strong langauge
Spoilers: post X2 and X3
Summary:John is gone and Bobby can’t ignore the smell that won’t go away, especially when he doesn’t want to.
A/N: Took me a bit longer than I thought it would but I finally got this done. This is my first John/Bobby fic so any comments would be appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy this.
Everything I own smells of you
He didn’t notice it at first. Not that many people paid attention to smell unless they were Logan or something really reeked. So for months he didn’t notice it, he had grown so used to it over the years that he never thought about it.
Not until she remarked on it.
Then he noticed it all the time.
Bobby smiled as she pulled him into his room, her gloved hand soft and warm in his. He closed the door behind him letting Rogue pull him against her body and their lips teased little kisses, fleeting and never enough, but almost.
She laughed pulling away and sitting down to bounce on the bed near the window and Bobby froze the smile falling from his lips.
Her laughter faded as she wrinkled her nose “What is that smell? You don’t smoke do ya?”
Bobby forced a smile shaking his head “No.” He reached out a hand for hers and she slipped her white gloved fingers into his, untouchable. “It’s nothing.” He pulled her off of John’s bed.
The one that still smelt like smoke and cigarettes.
That night he had tried to sleep but the scent had floated around him more noticeable than ever. Bobby didn’t smoke but their- his room reeked of cigarettes.
John smoked, he didn’t even like it. He had done it for the flame because it was one thing to control fire with your mind, it was another to control it with your very breath.
If Rogue hadn't’t pointed it out he wouldn’t have remembered the way the smoke would curl around John’s lips, the way those lips would curl as he approached Bobby.
If she hadn’t said anything he wouldn’t of had to remember.
Now he would do anything to forget.
Forget the half pack of cigarettes in the bottom drawer, forget the clothes still tossed hazardly inside, forget his former roommate, forget his now enemy, forget his best friend, forget his…
He tried to, he tried so hard to forget John.
He kissed Rogue and each kiss was longer and more painful but he needed that to remind himself that Rogue wasn’t John, that she was what he wanted, what he had choose.
But he hadn’t he hadn’t even been aware there was a choice to make until it was too late.
And John was gone.
And Bobby was left with the smell of smoke that clung all around him.
”C’Mon Bobby” John muttered in his ear “Just let go, you can do it baby.” His breath was hot on Bobby’s neck as he pressed hot, fast kisses to the exposed skin voice husky in the other mutants ear.
“Shit.” Bobby muttered eyes screwed shut tightly as he felt the burning palm of John’s hands against his jeans “John, not here,” they were in the middle of the hallway with classes in session and Bobby tilted his head against the wall giving John better access hips straining as he muttered in defeat “Fuck.”
John bit at his neck laughing “That’s later Popsicle, now be a good boy and melt for me.” His voice was filled with amusement and once Bobby could form coherent thoughts again he was going to remind john that power jokes were lame.
He stopped thinking all together as the pressure of John’s hand increased and he could taste the nicotine on John’s tongue.
The half pack of cigarettes had disappeared from the drawer along with the never opened package of bic lighters Bobby had gotten for John right before he left.
Rogue had gotten the cure and her hands were moving under Bobby’s shirt as she kissed his neck. All he could do was sit there because it was nice, it just wasn’t…
“What’s wrong?” she had asked him softly and Bobby had stared at her and he couldn’t say it, but she saw it anyways.
She pulled back un gloved hands dropping to her sides and her she asked confused a bare hand touching her lips “Bobby have you been smoking?”
He pulled out a cigarette rolling it between his finger as he flicked the lighter on the flame small and nothing compared to what he knew John was capable of.
He pressed it to the end of the white stick and watched as it started to burn letting the lighter fall on the table.
He placed the cigarette between his lips and tasted him.
“Didn’t figure you for the type to pick up bad habits?” a familiar voice drawled and Bobby opened his eyes to stare at Logan who had entered the kitchen and was leaning against the doorframe watching him intently.
Bobby took a drag feeling his lungs expand and watching the burning at the end before turning his eyes back on Logan letting the smoke curl out of his lips as he spoke “We’re all full of surprises aren’t we?” and he remembered John walking past him and off the plane.
He never saw that one coming that’s for sure.
Logan smirked “Guess we are kid, mind giving me a light?” he pulled out a cigar.
It was two o’clock in the morning at a boarding school.
Bobby tossed him one of the Bic lighters.
The cure had started to fail and the distance between him and Rogue was even more noticeable than before. They couldn’t go back to stolen touches when the real thing hadn’t even been enough.
He had finished off the pack and had bought another one keeping it in his front pocket along with one of the Bic lighters.
They had officially broken up a week after the cure had failed completely and there were reports of Magneto being back on the street. The break up hadn’t been too horrible so they still worked together fine and whenever Bobby would have to suit up he left the lighter behind.
Just in case John was there.
He wasn’t, he hadn’t been. Bobby hadn’t seen him since he had dragged him away from the battlefield and to somewhere that would be safe.
Both of them had been covered in smoke.
The next time Bobby actually saw John outside of his dreams and memories was when the other mutant had showed up at the Mansion looking for sanctuary and Storm had given it to him.
”What are you doing here?” Bobby demanded stunned as he saw his former best friend lounging in the game room his hands clasped in front of him. Kitty stopped behind him letting Bobby take the lead and he could hear Rogue and Jubilee’s voices trail off.
“What,” John smirked “Not going to welcome me back?” and his tone was cocky but his eyes were nervous and unsure. They locked on Bobby’s desperate in a way he had never been when it wasn’t just the two of them.
Bobby’s throat tightened and his hand clenched at his side brushing against his front pocket.
“Welcome back.”
Bobby crushed the cigarette against the window sill and he felt John move behind him his voice in his ear “I like the new you.” John had moved back into the room taking up his old bed.
Bobby closed his eyes “It’s not so new.” He turned around eyes meeting John’s feeling scared and shaky “I’ve always smelled like you, just a little bit more nowadays.”