Happy Valentine's Day

Happy Valentine's Day (NC-17)
Disclaimers: This is slash, which means two males having sex. If this bothers you, go away. If you are underage or it is illegal for you to read this, go away. That said, I own nothing. These characters are not mine and I make no profit from this work of fan fiction.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is slashtastic, lol. This is for ReiMars who started the Yahoo Group. *g* And this is a sidefling from the Foreververse....

"What're you doing?"
"Watching hockey."
"Oh."
St John glanced at Bobby as the Red Wings scored a goal. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing..." Bobby sighed and stretched his legs out to rest his heels on the coffee table. "Want to do something tonight?"
"Not really." He changed channels as the game went to commercial. "Why did they make so many Sylvester Stallone movies?"
"Because I was thinking that maybe we could get Thai and see a movie or something."
"Huh?" St John hit mute and turned to face Bobby. "I thought it was because the movie industry is basically crap."
Bobby rolled his eyes. "No, I meant about tonight."
"I really don't feel like going out." St John returned to watching the hockey game, turning up the volume as a fight broke out.
"Ah." Bobby slid even further down in his seat, his aura breathing dejection.
St John sighed and changed the channel again, bored by the commentators. "Don't sulk. You'll get wrinkles."
"Mmm."
The silence stretched until St John lit on an old Dustin Hoffman movie. "Want to watch this?"
"Don't care."
St John frowned and shut off the television. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
"It's just..." He shifted uncomfortably and drummed his heels.
"Just what?"
"It's Valentine's Day!"
"So?" St John tried to keep the irritation out of his voice.
"I thought maybe we could, I dunno, go out. Like a couple." He did not say "like other couples" though he sorely wanted to. "Sometimes I think maybe you're ashamed of me. Of us."
St John made a frustrated growling noise and tossed the remote onto the coffee table. "You remember what happened when we went out to Riverside...1"
"I'm not asking to make out in the middle of the town square!" Bobby shoved himself to his feet and made "never mind" motions at St John's attempted protest. "Forget it. I'm going upstairs."
St John groaned and flung himself back on the sofa. "Men!"

Bobby tried to read but never managed to make it past the first sentence on the page. He had wanted, deep down inside, St John to follow him or at least call to him. He would not, he told himself, go down and apologize. He was perfectly within his rights, he thought, to want to go out with his boyfriend any time he felt like, but especially Valentine's Day. He slammed the book closed with a soft snort of irritation. "I'm not going downstairs," he told himself sternly, rolling onto his back to contemplate the ceiling. Bobby had the feeling that he was being selfish but quickly shoved that aside. "I'm not ashamed," hemuremured. "There's nothing wrong with us..."
"Nope, not a thing," St John concurred. "You really should learn to lock your door."
Bobby sat up, frowning. "Hockey game over?"
"Yeah...but that's not why I came up." He stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it pointedly. "I'm sorry you think I'm trying to hide our relationship."
"Is that it?"
"What else did you want?"
Bobby closed his eyes and counted to ten before responding. "I want you not to suddenly dart into a store whenever you see someone coming from school when we go to town. I want to be able to talk about my boyfriend and not see you look like you just swallowed a fly. I want you," he continued, standing with a frown, "to be as comfortable about us outside the Institute as you are inside."
St John sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in silence. "You know," he said after a full minute of quiet, "I've never dated a girl."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You have."
"And...?"
"And, I think you're trying to see this from the point of view of a straight relationship. Dates and holding hands in public and..." he gestured vaguely, as if trying to call to mind something straight couples did that gay ones would not and failed miserably. "Bobby, Bayville is a small town. I'm not saying that automatically makes it a bad place for gays to be out but it's not goio beo be easy, being open."
"How would you know if you don't even try?" Bobby snapped. "One time we went out..."
"And remember what happened?" St John retorted sharply. "I don't know about you but getting the shit beat out of me isn't my idea of a romantic date. That's more a Lance and Amara thing."
Bobby ignored this attempt at humor. "Fine. That's fine. Go watch your hockey game. I have homework to do." Hrnedrned his back on St John and made a show of rummaging through his backpack at the foot of the bed. He nearly tripped over his own feet as St John turned him around forcibly. "I'm done talking. I see how it is..."
"No, you don't." St John pulled him roughly towards him and said in a low, fierce voice, "You have no idea. You've never had to be out anywhere else, other than here. That incident in Riverside was nothing compared to what goes on in the world."
Bobby raised his eyebrows in surprise at this outburst. "St John, is there something you haven't told me?"
He closed his eyes for a moment, his face pink with suffused anger. "Yes. But it won't help anything to tell you now." Memories of his father's discovery of his son's inclination still made his back and arms hurt. "What I'm trying to say is that we can't just go out like Scott and Jean or even Wanda and Tabby..."
"You don't know until you try," Bobby said quietly. He grasped St John's chin in his hand and tilted his face up, so that they were looking in each other's eyes. "I don't want to hide what I feel for you just because we're the same sex. I know that's idealistic but it's true. I love you."
St John stared. "Really?"
"I've said it before," Bobby laughed softly. "Why do you look so surprised?"
"Because... I figured you'd be mad at me right now and..."
"I am mad at you. But I still love you. That doesn't change it. I'm madauseause it was so hard for me to admit to myself I'm gay and now that I can do it without freaking out, it's like I want everyone to know I'm with you." He shrugged. "Sorry. Too many conversation hearts today."2
St John laughed softly and leaned forward, resting his forehead against Bobby's. "I'm sorry I can't..."
"Maybe next year."
"You think?"
"You have a year to work up the nads to go out in public with me," Bobby said sternly. "Until then, an pan practice a lot."
"Practice?" St John's next question was answered before he asked it. Bobby kissed him softly, moving his arms to go around the taller teenager's neck as the embrace deepened. St John sighed and parted his lips for Bobby, feeling his boyfriend's arousal pressing urgently against him as they swayed slightly. "Bed?" he suggested when they broke for air.
"Mmm." Bobby kissed him again, sliding one hand down St John's chest to brush against the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. "I don't know..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" St John murmured, closing his eyes against the wave of warmth spreading upwards through his stomach and into his limbs.
"Just that maybe we don't need the bed..." His fingers brushed against him again, this time catching the zipper on his pants and tugging it down excruciatingly slowly. "Maybe we can do something right here..."
"But," St John replied, inspired, "I think you'd be more comfortable on the bed..." He pulled away and pushed Bobby towards the bed before he could reassert his grasp. St John knelt between Bobby's knees and ran his hands up the younger teenager's chest, stopping at the base of his neck. "I can at least give you something for the holiday..."
Bobby smiled faintly and raised his hips as St John tugged down his sweat pants, his arousal blatant and urgent. St John's clothes followed suite, leavingm bom both momentarily shy in light of each other's nudity. It did not last long, however, as St John leaned forward and kissed him, laying full length against his him. He slid a hand between them and grasped Bobby's length, stroking him even as he slipped his tongue between parted lips. He knew that what he needed for the next step was within arm's reach but it was too much effort to break the kiss until he desperately needed oxygen. As Bobby gasped softly, arching his hips against St John's touch, St John reached for the nightstand and the small bottle of lubricant kept there. Bobby paused and frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Very..." He kissed him again, flipping the bottle cap open with his thumb.
Bobby moaned softly into St John's mouth as he felt the oil slickened finger probing sensitive flesh for entry. The feeling of St John entering him was not painful anymore but made him feel full and hot, a sharp line of pleasure movingm him his center straight to his brain and erupting in a groan. St John smiled against his neck as he worked another digit into the tight opening, applying more oil before removing his touch from his lover. Bobby tensed and licked his lips in nervous tension. "Tell me to stop if it hurts too much..." St John pulled Bobby's knees a bit higher and further apart, pressing against his opening as the younger teenager's erection throbbed in the tight pressure between their stomachs. Slowly, so slowly Bobby was tempted to push against him and make him go faster, St John entered him, closing his eyes as the tight vise of Bobby's body embraced his needful length. The sticky fluid seeping from Bobby's length spread across their stomachs as St John increased his pace, the friction on both their members drawing groans and pleas for more and harder and faster and yes and like that... Bobby cried out as his release poured through his veins and spilled from his body, followed quickly and roughly by St John filling him with hot climax, their bodies shaking and shivering in completion.

Sweaty and panting, St John finally opened his eyes and looked down at Bobby, kissing him nearly chastely on the lips. "I'm sorry about earlier..."
"I think," Bobby breathed, "this was much better than Thai food."
1 Shameless self reference to Saturdays.
2 Nasty little candies very popular around ntinntine's Day. They have messages like "You're sweet" on tbut but there's also a perverted version that's very funny, if still gross-tasting.