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X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,770
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.
Getting to Know You
Chapter 3: Getting to Know You
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As we sat in his truck on our way back to Maryland, a six-hour drive, I realized that John was a completely different person. It scared me, but mostly because I wasn’t sure if he had changed or if he was always this person I didn’t know.
I sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching him. He seemed to notice because he looked at me and smiled widely for a moment, then returned to driving. He had an incredible smile. He had braces for two years and was getting them off when I first came to the institute. He rarely smiled, only smirked in his own humor when he showed off.
He had changed so much that I had a hard time believing it was him. We talked quite a bit on that drive, and he only once stopped listening to me when his cell phone rang.
“Hey June… I’m driving back from New York… Oh! I did forget, I’m so sorry… I’ll be back in about two hours… okay…. Tomorrow at 2, got it. Okay. Bye.”
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I forgot that I had practice today, that’s all. I’ll just take you with me tomorrow.”
“Practice for what?”
“Guard.”
“Guard?”
“Yeah, I’m in colorgaurd.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.”
I think it was at that point that I realized how much he had changed. It wasn’t nearly two hours before we stopped at an average family-sized home. It was white and had a garage on one end and a luxurious-looking patio on the other end. “Is this where you live?” I asked; I had expected some warehouse-like hideout.
“Yup. What were you expecting?”
“Not this.” he led me inside by the hand, carrying my bag for me as he unlocked the front door and let me in, closing it behind us.
“Dusty!” he called, and after a quick jingle from the top of the stairs, a medium-sized dog came thumping town toward us, wagging his tail and jumping all over John.
“You have a dog?”
“He’s Danny’s dog, not mine. I just need to let him out.” He said, opening the door and shooing the dog out. He took off his shoes and I followed suit, leaving them by the door. He pointed up the stairs, which ran parallel to the entry hall before us, on it’s left. “Dusty sleeps at the top of the stairs, Magneto in the master, then Mystique, Juggernaut, and James, and there’s a bathroom as well as a laundry room.” He told me, then pointed to an arched doorway at the foot of the stairs, directly to the left. “Dining room. Mostly storage. And there’s a closet, and then Sabertooth’s room behind the sheet.” There was another doorway that looked the same as the other, but a tan sheet hung so we couldn’t see in. He led me down the hallway and sat my bag by a door at the end. “Bathroom in the hall, Kitchen on your left, Living room on the right, and over there’s the garage. And down here…” he opened the door, picking up my bag again. “Basement is where Danny and I sleep.”
“Who’s Danny?”
“He should be down here.” John said, taking me down. At the bottom of the stairs there was a room immediately on the left; John opened the door. “Danny, I’m back,” he said, peeking inside, and the next thing I knew, a 9-year-old boy with cat ears and a tail tackled him.
“Johnny! I missed you!”
“Missed you too, squirt.” John said, hugging him and walking into an open room on the right. “This is my room.” He said, tossing my bag by an espresso-colored desk with a laptop on it. The room wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. Bookshelves covered the longest wall, and were filled, however there was a bed in the corner of the longest wall, so the bookshelves were suspended above it. The bed had a sideboard where it was pushed against the wall and a headboard as well. The multitude of pillows and the sheets were red and tan. Other than that the bed was plain, and looked as if it sat on top of a rectangular box. The walls of the room were also espresso colored, as well as all of the other wood. The carpet was black and there was a circular red area rug in the center of the room with large pillows and such on it. John had always loved pillows, which was part of the reason I had a hard time waking him for class in the morning when we were roommates. There was a dresser against the wall that barriered the stairs and another door that led to a bathroom.
“More like a bachelor pad.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because a- it looks like one, and b- there’s practically two beds in here…”
“Not really...”
“Then what’re all the pillows in the middle of the floor for?”
“When my friends come over. They need somewhere to sit.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, you hungry, thirsty?”
“Yeah, I haven’t eaten yet today.”
“Oh, okay, well, what do you want? Fruit, nachos, lasagna?”
“Anything is fine.” I said casually. I didn’t want to be a burden, for some reason. I hardly ever acted like this, but John made me feel awkward.
We went back upstairs and he rummaged in the fridge, pulling out a jar of nacho cheese, which he opened and put in the microwave. I stood awkwardly by the kitchen table, trying to look relaxed, but I kept fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt. It was unbeknownst to me why he made me feel like this. Maybe it was that fact that I was waiting for nacho cheese to heat up in my supposed enemy’s current residence. John must have noticed, because next thing I knew he was standing next to me, faintly smiling. “Just relax. I told you, nobody will find out.” He promised again, getting the cheese from the microwave and grabbing a bag of chips as we returned downstairs. “Wanna watch a movie?” He offered, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
“Uh, sure, that sounds good.”
John kicked open the closed door to Danny’s room and spoke, “Alright, you can play in my room, but don’t make a mess, don’t mess with my books, and don’t touch my computer.” Danny filed out quietly, smiling happily. We entered the room and there were cabinets on either side of the TV, floor to ceiling. There was also a futon and a recliner, the futon made up as Danny’s bed. The carpet was blue, and the walls green with purple and light-colored wood accents. John pushed the comforter and pillows to the corner of Danny’s bed and sat the snack there, then opened a cupboard, “Go ahead and pick a movie.” He said, sitting in the recliner, relaxing haphazardly. I felt him staring at my back as I picked a movie, but not in a bad way, more so admiring or studying me. Because of this I had a hard time focusing and picking a movie. I turned around,
“Why don’t you pick?” I offered, but he seemed to have spaced out and was just staring in my general direction blankly. I approached him, “John? Earth to John!” I poked him in the shoulder, he jumped. “I said; why don’t you pick the movie?” He said nothing, but reached for my hand and pulled me close to him, kissing me.
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As we sat in his truck on our way back to Maryland, a six-hour drive, I realized that John was a completely different person. It scared me, but mostly because I wasn’t sure if he had changed or if he was always this person I didn’t know.
I sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching him. He seemed to notice because he looked at me and smiled widely for a moment, then returned to driving. He had an incredible smile. He had braces for two years and was getting them off when I first came to the institute. He rarely smiled, only smirked in his own humor when he showed off.
He had changed so much that I had a hard time believing it was him. We talked quite a bit on that drive, and he only once stopped listening to me when his cell phone rang.
“Hey June… I’m driving back from New York… Oh! I did forget, I’m so sorry… I’ll be back in about two hours… okay…. Tomorrow at 2, got it. Okay. Bye.”
“What was that all about?” I asked.
“I forgot that I had practice today, that’s all. I’ll just take you with me tomorrow.”
“Practice for what?”
“Guard.”
“Guard?”
“Yeah, I’m in colorgaurd.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
“No, it’s fine.”
I think it was at that point that I realized how much he had changed. It wasn’t nearly two hours before we stopped at an average family-sized home. It was white and had a garage on one end and a luxurious-looking patio on the other end. “Is this where you live?” I asked; I had expected some warehouse-like hideout.
“Yup. What were you expecting?”
“Not this.” he led me inside by the hand, carrying my bag for me as he unlocked the front door and let me in, closing it behind us.
“Dusty!” he called, and after a quick jingle from the top of the stairs, a medium-sized dog came thumping town toward us, wagging his tail and jumping all over John.
“You have a dog?”
“He’s Danny’s dog, not mine. I just need to let him out.” He said, opening the door and shooing the dog out. He took off his shoes and I followed suit, leaving them by the door. He pointed up the stairs, which ran parallel to the entry hall before us, on it’s left. “Dusty sleeps at the top of the stairs, Magneto in the master, then Mystique, Juggernaut, and James, and there’s a bathroom as well as a laundry room.” He told me, then pointed to an arched doorway at the foot of the stairs, directly to the left. “Dining room. Mostly storage. And there’s a closet, and then Sabertooth’s room behind the sheet.” There was another doorway that looked the same as the other, but a tan sheet hung so we couldn’t see in. He led me down the hallway and sat my bag by a door at the end. “Bathroom in the hall, Kitchen on your left, Living room on the right, and over there’s the garage. And down here…” he opened the door, picking up my bag again. “Basement is where Danny and I sleep.”
“Who’s Danny?”
“He should be down here.” John said, taking me down. At the bottom of the stairs there was a room immediately on the left; John opened the door. “Danny, I’m back,” he said, peeking inside, and the next thing I knew, a 9-year-old boy with cat ears and a tail tackled him.
“Johnny! I missed you!”
“Missed you too, squirt.” John said, hugging him and walking into an open room on the right. “This is my room.” He said, tossing my bag by an espresso-colored desk with a laptop on it. The room wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. Bookshelves covered the longest wall, and were filled, however there was a bed in the corner of the longest wall, so the bookshelves were suspended above it. The bed had a sideboard where it was pushed against the wall and a headboard as well. The multitude of pillows and the sheets were red and tan. Other than that the bed was plain, and looked as if it sat on top of a rectangular box. The walls of the room were also espresso colored, as well as all of the other wood. The carpet was black and there was a circular red area rug in the center of the room with large pillows and such on it. John had always loved pillows, which was part of the reason I had a hard time waking him for class in the morning when we were roommates. There was a dresser against the wall that barriered the stairs and another door that led to a bathroom.
“More like a bachelor pad.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because a- it looks like one, and b- there’s practically two beds in here…”
“Not really...”
“Then what’re all the pillows in the middle of the floor for?”
“When my friends come over. They need somewhere to sit.”
“Oh.”
“Anyway, you hungry, thirsty?”
“Yeah, I haven’t eaten yet today.”
“Oh, okay, well, what do you want? Fruit, nachos, lasagna?”
“Anything is fine.” I said casually. I didn’t want to be a burden, for some reason. I hardly ever acted like this, but John made me feel awkward.
We went back upstairs and he rummaged in the fridge, pulling out a jar of nacho cheese, which he opened and put in the microwave. I stood awkwardly by the kitchen table, trying to look relaxed, but I kept fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt. It was unbeknownst to me why he made me feel like this. Maybe it was that fact that I was waiting for nacho cheese to heat up in my supposed enemy’s current residence. John must have noticed, because next thing I knew he was standing next to me, faintly smiling. “Just relax. I told you, nobody will find out.” He promised again, getting the cheese from the microwave and grabbing a bag of chips as we returned downstairs. “Wanna watch a movie?” He offered, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
“Uh, sure, that sounds good.”
John kicked open the closed door to Danny’s room and spoke, “Alright, you can play in my room, but don’t make a mess, don’t mess with my books, and don’t touch my computer.” Danny filed out quietly, smiling happily. We entered the room and there were cabinets on either side of the TV, floor to ceiling. There was also a futon and a recliner, the futon made up as Danny’s bed. The carpet was blue, and the walls green with purple and light-colored wood accents. John pushed the comforter and pillows to the corner of Danny’s bed and sat the snack there, then opened a cupboard, “Go ahead and pick a movie.” He said, sitting in the recliner, relaxing haphazardly. I felt him staring at my back as I picked a movie, but not in a bad way, more so admiring or studying me. Because of this I had a hard time focusing and picking a movie. I turned around,
“Why don’t you pick?” I offered, but he seemed to have spaced out and was just staring in my general direction blankly. I approached him, “John? Earth to John!” I poked him in the shoulder, he jumped. “I said; why don’t you pick the movie?” He said nothing, but reached for my hand and pulled me close to him, kissing me.