Pyro Pays a Visit

Still highly aware that he was naked and sporting an obvious erection, St. John casually crossed his arms over his chest and leaned a bruised shoulder gingerly against the warm wet wall. Water continued to patter against his rosy skin and he regarded Pietro with disdain.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he challenged.

Pietro met his eyes and pointedly let his gaze travel down the length of Pyro's lean body so that he couldn't misinterpret at what he was looking. St. John flushed, and the skittering of shivery electricity all across his skin had nothing to do with the hot water washing over him.

Pietro yanked down his pajama bottoms and without another word he climbed into the shower with the other mutant.

He pressed his slender body against him and letting his mouth brush against the curve of St. John's ear, he murmured, "Why don't I show you what I’m gonna do."

St. John moaned softly at the stroke of Pietro's cool hands against the hot flesh of his sides.

"You said you didn't want to see me again," Pietro whispered, pulling back to look St. John in the face. "You said that…"

"I know. I know what I said," St. John answered evasively. "But… after what happened. I felt, well, you know. And um… that's how I felt."

Pietro listened and heard St. John say absolutely nothing of value in his long rambling statement. But he didn't care. He was just happy that the Aussie was there. Not one to go in for all the mushy *feelings* stuff, Pietro grinned and swooped in to kiss his wet mouth. St. John opened his mouth a little at the first tentative licks of Pietro’s tongue and could feel his cock harden as the kiss deepened. He murmured something softly against his lips and Pietro answered in kind, groaning those eager little noises of anticipation.

St. John lifted his hands and cradled Pietro’s head, wanting to direct the kiss that was wildly slipping out of control. Pietro’s hot wet skin brushed against the head of his cock and St. John hissed in a breath and pulled back from him. Still framing Pietro’s pale face between his hands, St. John took the moment to marvel at his beauty.

"I missed you," Pietro sighed as St. John's hands moved down to encircle his waist.

"Yea, mate," St. John said with a grin. “But, you didn’t have to try to beat the crap outta me. I’m all broken up here.”

Pietro then pulled back from him.

“You deserved it.”

“Oh, great,” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. “Thanks.”

Pietro flicked the tip on his tongue at the corner of his mouth and looking as coy as a cat caught red handed, he leaned in again to capture St. John’s generous lips with another possessive kiss. He sucked gently at his top lip, biting it lightly before moving to swirl his tongue into the sweet heat of St. John’s mouth.

With the other hand, Pietro reached over to the plastic shower caddy that was hanging from a hook embedded in the tile wall and grabbed the half-empty bottle of body wash gel. Flipping open the cap with his thumbnail, he gave it a tentative sniff.

"Green apple," he said snickering and looking into St. John's face for either approval or disgust.

The boy shrugged indifferently.

"S'alright with me, mate," he answered.

Without delay, Pietro squeezed out a handful of the slippery green gel. It made a wicked slicking noise as he rubbed his hands together. St. John gazed down at him with sleepy greenish blue coloured eyes, wondering if Pietro noticed what the noise of the gel sounded like. When the other mutant looked up at him, St. John was reassured. They exchanged a lazy knowing grin.

Pietro slathered the cool soap all over St. John's smooth broad shoulders and then down across his chest and belly.

Pietro's mouth formed a small circle of wonder as he watched his own hands rub in deliberately slow methodical circles all over St. John's wet skin. The soap soon foamed into a thick white lather beneath his hands and he began to use his nails to rake designs through it. The other boy moaned breathlessly every time Pietro scratched him, which in turn drew a contented hum from the snow haired mutant.

As Pietro's thumbs began to do interesting things to his nipples, St. John gathered his scattered wits. He lifted his hands and swiped his wet orange and blonde hair out of his face. Pietro moved his hands lower, stopped and deliberately bypassed St. John’s erection. He stooped a little and smoothed the soap down over the other mutant’s tensed thighs.

"Yer teasin' me," the Aussie groaned.

He was getting dizzy and the heat and the steam were almost overwhelming him. He let his head rest against the wall.

Pietro glanced down at the boy's swelling cock rising between them and then up to St. John's flushed face.

"Looks that way," he said cocking his head. "And it looks like you like it."

"Pietro," he begged, sliding his hand about the back of Pietro’s head. "C'mon. I'm dying here!"

"Just a little longer," Pietro told him, returning his attention to his ministrations.

"This coming from a bloke who can't even sit still for more than a minute," he scoffed.

Pietro made a noise that bordered on a "pfft", but it quickly changed into a noise of protest when St. John, having had enough, tightened his hand in the snowy locks, grabbed him by the arm and turned him around to face the shower wall. He shoved him against the hot tile and to keep him in place, he wound one tightly muscled arm about Pietro's slender waist.

"Hey…hey!" Pietro protested.

His protests weren’t convincing and neither were his mock struggles to get loose. St. John suspected that he was just squirming to further torment him. It was working and he knew if he didn't get some kind of control, it was going to be over before either of them wanted it to end.

"Quiet," St. John drawled smugly reaching down to give Pietro's cock a firm squeeze.

Stiffening, stars explode fro front of his eyes and he arched against the slick chest at his back

"Fuck!" Pietro cried through clenched teeth.

St. John wanted to cover his mouth to quiet him, but he didn't wto lto let him go. He didn't want to stop the slow stroke of his hand along the stiff length in his fist. He pumped him a few times drawing a quivering moan of pleasure from him. It was enough to keep him from shouting curses.

At least for a moment.

Pietro pressed back again St. John, and wriggled again to feel the rock hard erection sliding between his soapy cheeks.

"Yea, Pietro," St. John sighed, electrified beyond comprehension. "Like that. I like that."

St. John continued to stroke him, while thrusting into the slick hot cleft waiting for him.

Pietro was beyond caring that he was sliding up and down St. John's body like a stripper working the pole. As the heat began to pool in his belly and that familiar tightening in his groin settled over him, all he cared about was coming. He thrust into St. John's tight fist over and over keening softly, as each thrust just wasn't enough.

"Tighter," he moaned helplessly, griping the hand the held him.

"You little whore," teased the pyromaniac as he bit the back of Pietro's neck.

The small jolt of pain didn't make a dent in Pietro's hazy mind. He was already too preoccupied. Close. He was so close.

St. John continued to lick and bite at Pietro’s shoulders and neck, timing his thrusts with a sharp nip at the already abused flesh.

"Oh!" Pietro cried. "Ah, yea… yea!"

St. John rubbed harder, stroking himself in Pietro's heat. He was close and each movement of the boy's body dragged him nearer to his climax.

Pietro closed his eyes, and braced himself against the shower wall with both hands as he tried his hardest not to scream as he came. Hearing the boy try to muffle himself, St. John snapped. He tightened his hold on Pietro and held him hard as he spasmed and came between those tight cheeks. He continued to stroke Pietro's softening cock until the boy pushed his hand away.

"Is that all I'm gonna get outta ya?" St. John teased flicking the tip of his tongue along the shell of Pietro's ear.

Pietro moaned thoroughly satisfied and relaxed against the other boy's body.

"I may be done now, but I've got a quick recovery time," he answered with a tired grin.

St. John released him and Pietro turned around to face him.

"Wanna see?" he asked.

St. John nodded and after they'd rinsed off beneath the now cold spray, he followed him to his bedroom.