Melt

Title: Melt
Author: frk_werewolf
Fandom: pre-X2 movieverse
Pairing: Pyro/Iceman
Rating: NC-17
Summary: John takes the ultimate test, in melting the heart of an iceman.
Disclaimers: i do own a Zippo, but sadly not a St. John. i have ice in my glass, but no Bobby. ...i must go weep now.
Warnings: male on male sex. extreme sap. i swear, this has TOO much fluff.


"A'right, spill it!" A southern voice broke through the volcanoe infested mind of one St. John, aka Pyro. The boy blinked his brown eyes and looked up at the girl.

"Spill what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. The girl, Rogue, tossed a strand of white hair back and frowned.

"Something is goin' on betwen you an' Bobby." Rogue insisted, sitting down on the couch next to the other mutant. "I may be knew to your little group, but I know when somethin' is on your mind. You an' Bobby have been avoidin' each other."

"No we haven't." John argued, pulling out his Zippo and flipping it open. Rogue reached over and gripped his hand with a gloved one. "Ugh, will you let it drop? Come on, I don't want to talk about it."

"Now listen here, Mistah." Rogue nearly growled. "I finally gave up on the fact that Bobby and I ain't evah goin' to be togetha. So I decided to ensure his happiness instead. And somethin' is botherin' him! Somethin' to do with you. Now spill it!"

"What's to spill?" John asked, looking away and shifting uncomfortably.

"That ain't goin' to work on me, John. You bettah talk." Rogue replied, giving him a firm look.

"Why must you but into our lives?" John asked dramatically. When it got no response from the girl, he sighed and started flipping the Zippo open and closed nervously. "Okay! Sheesh, Rogue, I'll talk. Bobby and I... Well, we had an arguement."

"Arguement?"

"Of sorts." John coughed lightly. "It's difficult..."

"Oh my Gawd!" Rogue exclaimed suddenly, raising a gloved hand to her mouth. "I can't believe I didn't see it soonah!"

"See what? What's to see?" John was developing a rather panicked look as Rogue continued.

"You and him! You love eachothah! Aw! It's so... sweet." Rogue finished, sniffing slightly. John looked at her like she was crazy. "What?"

"I think I know why I don't fare for the females of my species." John replied, scooting away as Rogue wiped away a tear.

"Shut up." She snapped. A grin spread across her face. "So, what are ya going to do about it?"

"About what? There is nothing going on! We were arguing over something entirely different!"

"Like?" Rogue raised an eyebrow.

"Okay! Over the fact that I'm a fucking fruit. Happy?" John growled. He lit the Zippo and a ball of fire exploded at the tip of the flame, then dissapeared in an instant. "I finally got the nerve to tell my best friend that I like males, and he freaks out."

"Oh, John, I'm sorry." Rogue whispered.

"It's okay. He's just avoiding me, is all. We'll get over it. He probably thinks I'm crushing on him or something." John commented.

"Are ya?"

"...It's much deeper than that." John said softly, lighting his Zippo once more.

"So I was right?"

"Half." John admitted. Rogue smiled at him, but that seemed to only anger the fire mutant. "Bobby could never love me, Rogue. It's fucking worthless. And I fucking hate it, okay? Do you realize how difficult it is to have to sleep across the room from him and never be able to touch hi-" John stopped mid word, realizing what he said. "Sorry."

"No, listen up, hun." Rogue said, ignoring what John had just said. "There's nothing for it. Ya just gotta go in there and kiss him."

"What?" John sputtered.

"Let's see if ya can warm that icy little heart of his, hmm?" Rogue winked. John gulped.

It was an hour later, and John was straightening his button-down shirt, staring at his bedroom's door. Inside his roommate, Bobby, was blasting the local rock station. John could almost feel the vibrations under his feet. This only helped in making him more nervous. John took a deep breath, cursed the being known as Rogue, and opened the door.

Bobby looked up from his homework. He stared at John, who merely stood in the doorway, for a moment. Coming to the conclusion that John was just going to stand there, Bobby went back to World History. All during this, John was having a nervous breakdown. He longed to pull out his Zippo to calm himself.

"B-Bobby?" John asked. Bobby jerked his head up and looked at his friend as he closed the door with a soft click.

"What is it now, John?" Bobby muttered, looking back at his book.

"I wanted to tell you something." John said, speaking the words that Rogue insisted on saying. Bobby looked up again and John stared at the ice colored irises. "I need... need..."

"Need what, John?" Bobby asked, standing up. John crossed the room until he was standing about a foot from the Iceman.

"I need to te-" John's vision trailed down to Bobby's lower lip, which was formed into a frown. He stopped speaking and just stared.by'by's frown increased.

"Need to what?" Bobby asked, frustrated.

"Fuck it!" John announced, grabbing Bobby's head and pressing his lips against the blonde's violently. Bobby stiffened in his hold, then tried to speak. But the full, warm lips pressed against his kept him from forming a single word. Bobby finally pulled himself together and pushed John away. John fell back and onto his bed, looking up at Bobby with worried eyes. The brown-eyed mutant raised his hand to his lips, not letting his eyes waver from Bobby'w paw pacing form.

"What the fuck do you think your doing, John?" Bobby yelled at him, kicking at his dresser angrily. "What the fuck is your problem? Huh? Answer me, dammit!" John opened his mouth. "No! Shut up! I don't want to hear it. You have some nerve, Pyro. Some nerve."

"Bob-"

"Shut up!" Bobby literally shrieked. The two boys stared at each other for a moment, then Bobby dropped to the floor with a sigh. He rested his back against his own bed and stared at John. John's fingers were twitching, a sign that he wanted his Zippo. "You amaze me, John. Really, you do. I told you to give me some space to deal with this little... thing your doing. I didn't tell you to sexually harrass me."

"I'm sorry." John mumbled, giving in and pulling out the Zippo. Bobby grimaced as the familiar sound of swoosh and click filled the air.

"No your not." Bobby muttered.

"I am too! What more can I say, Bobby?" John suddenly roared, leaping to his feet. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry for liking guys. I'm sorry for dreaming about you every night. I'm sorry for wanting nothing more than to hold you. I'm sorry for falling in love with you. I'm sorry I kiss-"

"For what?" Bobby interupted, looking up at the other boy. "F-For what?"

"Bobby." John whispered, knealing on the ground. "I can't help it, no more than I can help being a mutant. I love you."

"You really enjoy giving me nervous breakdowns." Bobby said, avoiding John's gaze. "What am I suppose to do? I'm not-"

"I know, your not gay."

"No, I'm not sure what I feel about you." Bobby replied. John blinked.

"Wha-"

"Do you actually think this is easy for me, John?" Bobby glared, before letting his gaze soften. "I was raised differently than you. This isn't... right. Me and you?"

"Why not?" John asked, scooting closer.

"We're both guys." Bobby replied, looking away.

"So? We're both mutants, too. I'm sure a lot of poeple would say that wasn't right. But fuck them." John smiled at Bobby's chuckle. John reached up and cupped Bobby's chin, pulling his face around to see. "Bobby, can I?"

"What?" Bobby asked softly.

"Kiss you?" John didn't wait for an answer, he merely pressed his lips once again against Bobby's. This time the kiss was gentle, John keeping it light and soft. Bobby let out a small whimper as John nibbled lightly on his lower lip. John deepened the kiss, letting his arms circle the colder ones body.

Bobby parted his lips to allow in John's seeking tongue. He could feel John's sauna-like body pressing into his and he relented, letting himself be pushed back into the floor between their two beds. John laid partly ontop of Bobby, rubbing his tongue gently against the other's. Bobby seemed to have let all of his earlier denial fly away as he reached up and slid his arms around John's neck, pulling John closer still.

Their kiss finally ended, both breathing heavily. John stared into Bobby's eyes, his hand snaking down the front of Bobby's shirt, until it reached the buckle of his belt. A slight fear shone in Bobby's eyes, but he nodded non the less. Johnn started pulling Bobby's shirt upward, keeping his eyes trained on the other. His hand slipped under the fabric and lightly grazed Bobby's cool skin. Sliding past his bellybutton, John grasped the belt buckle and quickly undid it. Once this was done, he leaned back down and captured Bobby's lips.

Bobby kissed him back lightly, before pulling away. "John, I..."

"Quiet." John whispered. "It's okay. We'll only go as far as you want, Bobby. Anything you want, I'll do it. Just ask."

Bobby swallowed thickly at those words, his eyes connected with John's. This was a side of John he had never seen before. Normally the boy would be saying something snarky or trying to start a fire in Storm's garden. Not in here, laying on top of Bobby, being of all things gentle. It all hit Bobby like a frieght train. The realization that he was laying on the floor, wrapped in the embrace of his best friend. Whether this would end well or not, Bobby suddenly didn't care. He just wanted John now.

John grunted in suprise as Bobby kissed him fiercly. Within seconds, he was no longer on top. Bobby's body was above his. Bobby's hands were unbuttoning his shirt. Bobby's hips rolling against his. John groaned. It seemed Bobby had erupted everywhere.

"God, Bobby." John moaned as Bobby's lips slid along his jaw and rested them against the nape of his neck. John's hips jerked up, pressing their erections against each other. Bobby sucked lightly at John's neck. John bit his lower lip, tugging Bobby's shirt up. Bobby lifted up long enough for it to be pulled off, then went back to sucking and nipping at John's flushed neck.
n fen felt overheated for the first time in his life. He could feel Bobby's cold skin with his hands and longed to touch with more. With this in mind, he ripped his shirt the rest of the way open and threw it across the room in haste. Bobby chuckled against John's neck, causing John to shiver slightly. Their chests pressed against each other. One felt like a heater, the other like a cold winter night.

Bobby lifted his head and looked at John's face, darker in comparison to his own. Then he once again leaned down for a kiss. John's hands carresed his sides lightly, shivers cascading down his spine with each touch. Slowly, John's hands became more determined, slipping around to his back and sliding to the edge of his pants. Bobby let out a small moan as John's hands slid carefully under his pants, down until he was able to grip the swell of his buttocks.

"Want you." John whispered thickly, gripping Bobby tighter and lifting up to a sitting position. Bobby bit his lower lip while John nipped at his neck. John's tongue grazed his ear lobe before he whispered again. "Bed. Now."

Bobby only moaned his consent. With a strength Bobby never connected with John, he was lifted up and suddenly pressed into John's deep red sheets. The tongue snaking it's way dwn his chest felt like fire. It stopped at a nipple, pausing to allow the mouth to suck lightly, then swept over to the other. Bobby gripped John's head encouragingly, threading his fingers into the brown locks.

John's hands finally removed themselves from Bobby's arse, comming around to unzip of the article of clothing. Within seconds John had Bobby's jeans sliding past his hips and thighs. He quickly yanked the pants the rest of the way off, thanking the fact that Bobby had not been wearing shoes or socks. John let his hands travel up the outisde of Bobby's legs, then he gently nudged them apart, allowing him to bring his body once again against the other's.

Bobby's arms wrapped themselves around John, their mouths meeting as he pulled him close. A l nip nip of teeth and then Bobby's tongue was caressing the inside of John's. John groaned softly. Bobby tightened his hold on John at the sound, a sudden possesivness coming over him. Slowly they parted, John grinning down at him.

"Mmm, John?" Bobby said, blinking slightly with shock at how deep his voice sounded.

"Yes?" John asked, absentmindedly stroking Bobby's chest.

"Don't you think your wearing too much?"

"Am I?" John grinned. Bobby groaned in frustration. A chuckle erupted from John's throat. Bobby frowned before quickly reaching down to unzip John's jeans. John did nothing to help him as he struggled to slide the pants down the boy above him. He finally managed to achieve the task, leaving John in a pair of grey boxers. He looked up to see John looking at him intently.

"What?" Bobby asked, slightly annoyed at John's sudden additude.

"What do you want, Bobby?" John asked, a seductive glint appearing in his eyes. "Tell me what you want."

"John," Bobby groaned, letting his hands rest on John's hips. John leaned dow and lightly ran his tongue across Bobby's ear. "John, please."

"Come on, Bobby." John nibbled at the lobe. "Tell me."

Bobby's grip on John's hips grew tighter and he jerked the other boy harder against him. John grunted in suprise and lifted his head to look Bobby in the eyes. Bobby had that determined look on his face that never ceased to turn John on. Bobby lifted his own hips to meet John's, their boxer-clad erections rubbing against each other. Bobby continued the movement until John let out a low moan, at which Bobby stopped the movement.

"Why'd you stop?" John asked, confused. Bobby took a deep breath before speaking.

"I want to hear you moan again, but while... er..." Bobby bit his lower lip and looked away. John immediately kissed him, attempting to comfort Bobby's nerves. Bobby leaned up into the kiss, whimpering softly. Bobby bit gently on John's lower lip before speaking quickly. "I want you in me."

"You sure?" John asked, swallowing down his own nervousness. Bobby lifted his legs and wrapped them securely around John's hips. John decided he should take that as a yes.

Their lips met once again, tongues flicking out to meet. John ground his hips forward, craving the small whimpers coming from Bobby's throat. Bobby's hands slid everywhere, until they finally reached the only barrier keeping him from seeing and feeling all of John. Both boys struggled to get the other undressed, refusing to seperate their lips. Once the task had been completed, John pressed himself against the other boy. Bobby inhaled sharply at the touch. John's body was like fire attempting to melt his own flesh.

John's tongue grazed Bobby's jawline, moving down to his neck. Bobby tilted his head back, groaning. Letting his teeth take over where his tongue had been, John fumbled with his hand to reach his night stand. There was a bump and a crash, which neither noticed. Finally a drawer slid open and John grasped his prize. John pulled back from Bobby and held up the tube of lotion with a wicked grin. Bobby shuddered from the look.

The tube's lid was quickly flipped open and the milky white lotion was spread across John's fingers. John watched Bobby's face intently as his hand traveled down his stomach, past his aching cock, and down to the cleft of his buttocks. Bobby held his breath at the feeling of John's finger entering him. John moved the finger in and out, before adding a second. Bobby let out his breath, bu quickling sucked it back in as John's finger hit something inside of him.

"Mmm... Do that again." Bobby pleaded, arching off the bed as John repeated the motion. John added the third finger, spreading them widely, all while stroking that spot that seemed to drive Bobby wild. Bobby arched underneath him to the point that John could barely contain himself.

Finally he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself. He locked eyes with Bobby and gently thrusted in. Bobby's legs tightened around his hips. John leaned down for a kiss, slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the ice mutant. Finally he was all the way. Pulling back, John looked carefully at Bobby's face. Bobby's eyes were closed and he was biting his lower lip, and a small whimper was coming from deep within his throat.

John watched him until Bobby moved. Slowly the crystal blue eyes opened and those pale hips shifted. John took that as a sign for more, so he slowly pulled out only to slam back into Bobby's willing body.

The thrusts were hard and fast, neither mutant able to slow down the pace, and neither wanting to. Ice crystals formed on the windows as Bobby moaned and pushed back with each thrust. John grunted with each movement, shifting until he hit Bobby's prostate with each move. A sauna like heat evaporated from John's skin and he wrapped his arms around Bobby, seeking his cold temperature.

Bobby moaned under John, his erection rubbing against both his and Johns belly as John held him tighter. The thrust sped up and both could feel their climax building. Bobby reached up and grabbed John's face gently, pulling him down into a deep kiss as his orgasm rocked through his body. His scream was muffled by John's lips. John felt him contract around him. He thrusted once more, burying himself as deep as possible, before biting down on Bobby's lower lip to hide his climactic vocalizations. John collapsed onto Bobby, neither one letting go of the other.

"That was..." Bobby trailed off.

"No talking. Don't have the energy." John mumbled, his eyes slightly glazed over. He carefully disentangled himself from Bobby and laid down next to him, throwing a protective around acorss the other's chest.

"I think I could get used to this." Bobby sighed, looking up at the window where the frost was now melting. John mumbled something against his shoulder and tightened his hold on him. Bobby smiled before grabbing the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulling it over them.