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X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,769
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
A Leap of Faith
Chapter 2
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Days passed and I began to feel lonelier, and I think the professor noticed; he kept sending me on missions to pick up new students. I guess it was to distract me. I don’t think he knew what happened in the airport, he would have mentioned something, I think. At least, that’s what I thought until he sent me to a Christian summer camp in Maryland.
I entered the large building, labeled ‘Olde Towne Meeting House’; the camp had an old west theme to it. It was noisy, but not loud or bothersome at all. Campers were in four sections, in rows, many standing, some not, some with heir hands raised above them. I approached the Man in charge of Camp activities, Dan, and he invited me to sit, informing me that the campers were about to start service and that they were being lead in Christian singing and prayer to settle them down. There was a young man signing on stage that I didn’t get a good look at since I was far from him and teens were standing in front of me. Dan helped me pull out the camper and leave with minimal attention, and as I exited the building for the X-van I heard my name called in a familiar tone. I spun around and saw that easily familiar, and somehow relieving face.
“John.”
“Hey, what’re you doing here?”
“Picking him up.” I said, nodding to the 14-year old boy standing at my side.
“Oh. I see...” He said, I don’t think he knew what else to say, so I turned and began to leave.
“Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” I sighed, looking at him quietly, studying him in hopes of seeing his thoughts expressed on his face. There was nothing.
“When?”
“At the airport.” I sighed again, dreading that he had brought this up.
“Because... I guess I knew that it wasn’t right.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m on this side, and you’re on the other.”
“That’s no reason--”
“But it is, John. It is.” I said, then turned and left.
-----
It was a long drive back to the mansion; six ours at best, but eventually I made it, and headed to bed almost as soon as I got there. Driving always made me tired for some reason. The next morning I was awoken by the professor’s slightly panicked voice in my head ‘Booby. Bobby ’
‘God, what is it, professor?’
‘Pyro is here’
‘And?’
‘He demands to see you.’
‘Well, tell him I’m asleep.’
‘We did. He’s threatening to burn the mansion down if he can’t see you.’
‘Jezus. I’m coming.’ I stood and put on a pair of pants and a dirty shirt, shuffling to the foyer.
I saw John standing there wearing a pair of baggy jeans and his old jacket. He had his lighter in hand and was no longer wearing glasses and his hair was a mess.
“The hell do you want?” I asked, very groggy. He knows, of all people, I am NOT a morning person
“Isn’t it obvious? I came here to see you.”
“I thought I told you that I--”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do. Now leave.”
“Bobby, can we g outside and talk?” he asked, glancing past me at Storm and the Professor.
“...Fine.” I said, angry. We went outside, sitting in the garden beneath an oak tree. It was John’s favorite place on campus when he was here. He especially loved it in the fall, and would sit out there until it got dark, writing. “You could never take No for an answer.”
“I guess not. It’s just, I screwed up my first chance with you, and I don’t wanna do it again.”
“You already have.” I said bluntly. He stared at me for a long moment, the way I had stared at him the day before. His expression went soft, and he looked completely torn inside. He buried his face in his hands for a moment, then stood up straight, strongly looking in my eyes, then dropped to his knees, opening his arms wide.
“Here I am Bobby. I’m willing to give everything up for you right now. All you have to do is say so.” He was trying not to cry.
“I can’t make you do that.”
“What?”
“I can’t make you give up your happiness for me.”
“I lied.”
“What?”
“The only thing that makes me happy is you. I don’t care if I’m a sinner, and I don’t care if everyone else hates me. I don’t need a family or school or Shakespeare to make me happy.”
“John...”
“Bobby?”
I got on my knees and put my arms around his neck, kissing him passionatley. I felt him slowly relax and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer just before we parted. “I’m sorry.” I told him, sitting back.
“Bobby?” He looked terrified of what I was going to say.
“We just can’t do this, John. I’m sorry.”
“Then we’ll keep it a secret. I promise”
“John, you know that won’t work.”
“No I’ll make it work. I promise, Bobby. I promise.” He put his hand on my thigh. I remained silent.
“You can come down to Baltimore and spend weekends with me. Magneto and Mystique always go off on missions and stuff on the weekends.”
“And what if they catch us.”
“Who says they will?”
“You of all people should know that you can’t get away with everything.”
“Please, Bobby, just try it?” I sighed, my heart torn between my alliances and my emotions.
“One month.” I told him, quietly. He pushed me back ward and straddled my waist, kissing me.
“Come back with me. I’ll drive you back on Sunday.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
So I got my bookbag and put in a few changes of clothes, got dressed, told the professor I was leaving for the weekend, and took a leap of faith.
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Days passed and I began to feel lonelier, and I think the professor noticed; he kept sending me on missions to pick up new students. I guess it was to distract me. I don’t think he knew what happened in the airport, he would have mentioned something, I think. At least, that’s what I thought until he sent me to a Christian summer camp in Maryland.
I entered the large building, labeled ‘Olde Towne Meeting House’; the camp had an old west theme to it. It was noisy, but not loud or bothersome at all. Campers were in four sections, in rows, many standing, some not, some with heir hands raised above them. I approached the Man in charge of Camp activities, Dan, and he invited me to sit, informing me that the campers were about to start service and that they were being lead in Christian singing and prayer to settle them down. There was a young man signing on stage that I didn’t get a good look at since I was far from him and teens were standing in front of me. Dan helped me pull out the camper and leave with minimal attention, and as I exited the building for the X-van I heard my name called in a familiar tone. I spun around and saw that easily familiar, and somehow relieving face.
“John.”
“Hey, what’re you doing here?”
“Picking him up.” I said, nodding to the 14-year old boy standing at my side.
“Oh. I see...” He said, I don’t think he knew what else to say, so I turned and began to leave.
“Bobby?”
“Yeah?”
“Why didn’t you stop me?” I sighed, looking at him quietly, studying him in hopes of seeing his thoughts expressed on his face. There was nothing.
“When?”
“At the airport.” I sighed again, dreading that he had brought this up.
“Because... I guess I knew that it wasn’t right.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m on this side, and you’re on the other.”
“That’s no reason--”
“But it is, John. It is.” I said, then turned and left.
-----
It was a long drive back to the mansion; six ours at best, but eventually I made it, and headed to bed almost as soon as I got there. Driving always made me tired for some reason. The next morning I was awoken by the professor’s slightly panicked voice in my head ‘Booby. Bobby ’
‘God, what is it, professor?’
‘Pyro is here’
‘And?’
‘He demands to see you.’
‘Well, tell him I’m asleep.’
‘We did. He’s threatening to burn the mansion down if he can’t see you.’
‘Jezus. I’m coming.’ I stood and put on a pair of pants and a dirty shirt, shuffling to the foyer.
I saw John standing there wearing a pair of baggy jeans and his old jacket. He had his lighter in hand and was no longer wearing glasses and his hair was a mess.
“The hell do you want?” I asked, very groggy. He knows, of all people, I am NOT a morning person
“Isn’t it obvious? I came here to see you.”
“I thought I told you that I--”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do. Now leave.”
“Bobby, can we g outside and talk?” he asked, glancing past me at Storm and the Professor.
“...Fine.” I said, angry. We went outside, sitting in the garden beneath an oak tree. It was John’s favorite place on campus when he was here. He especially loved it in the fall, and would sit out there until it got dark, writing. “You could never take No for an answer.”
“I guess not. It’s just, I screwed up my first chance with you, and I don’t wanna do it again.”
“You already have.” I said bluntly. He stared at me for a long moment, the way I had stared at him the day before. His expression went soft, and he looked completely torn inside. He buried his face in his hands for a moment, then stood up straight, strongly looking in my eyes, then dropped to his knees, opening his arms wide.
“Here I am Bobby. I’m willing to give everything up for you right now. All you have to do is say so.” He was trying not to cry.
“I can’t make you do that.”
“What?”
“I can’t make you give up your happiness for me.”
“I lied.”
“What?”
“The only thing that makes me happy is you. I don’t care if I’m a sinner, and I don’t care if everyone else hates me. I don’t need a family or school or Shakespeare to make me happy.”
“John...”
“Bobby?”
I got on my knees and put my arms around his neck, kissing him passionatley. I felt him slowly relax and put his hands on my hips, pulling me closer just before we parted. “I’m sorry.” I told him, sitting back.
“Bobby?” He looked terrified of what I was going to say.
“We just can’t do this, John. I’m sorry.”
“Then we’ll keep it a secret. I promise”
“John, you know that won’t work.”
“No I’ll make it work. I promise, Bobby. I promise.” He put his hand on my thigh. I remained silent.
“You can come down to Baltimore and spend weekends with me. Magneto and Mystique always go off on missions and stuff on the weekends.”
“And what if they catch us.”
“Who says they will?”
“You of all people should know that you can’t get away with everything.”
“Please, Bobby, just try it?” I sighed, my heart torn between my alliances and my emotions.
“One month.” I told him, quietly. He pushed me back ward and straddled my waist, kissing me.
“Come back with me. I’ll drive you back on Sunday.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah.”
So I got my bookbag and put in a few changes of clothes, got dressed, told the professor I was leaving for the weekend, and took a leap of faith.