The Second More Infamous Toaster Incident.

Okay, so this is my second ficcy on here. Thanks to the one person who reviewed my last fic. This ones for you and Britt.
I listened to "Calling Dr. Love" by Kiss and it really inspired me. The next fic I do may very well be Roberto playing doctor...*grin* Anyways on with the story and disclaimer.

***I DO NOT OWN MARVEL OR ANY OF THEIR CREATIONS***
(No matter how much I enjoy making them seem even more fucked up then they are)

The Second More Infamous Toaster Incident.


It was like any other morning in the hell known as adolescence for the mutants at the Xavier Institute. Just like all the rest. The teens had all been roused from their respective sleep like states for breakfast. This, much to the students upset was not a buffet style breakfast, because of course it was a Saturday. Ah, yes, Saturday, the day in which everyone was to fend for their own person.
So, there they were, getting ready for another day of rigorous training, pre-pairing a meager meal for themselves. That is until the infamous toaster incident re-occurred.

The first toaster incident was a complete fluke. Ray had been making toast. The poor abused machine had refused to release it’s bread, burning it slowly. Ray frustrated had unplugged the machine and grabbed a fork. Working the fork into the bread, he speared it and attempted to work the toast out. Unfortunately for Ray was that his controls on his powers were slipping due to an immense amount of concentration on getting an adequate morning meal. The toaster had been re-introduced to the outlet on the counter via a little prankster that goes by the last name Drake.

The reaction was instantaneous the fork got stuck in the wires, Rays powers flared, the toaster shorted out and then caught fire. Ray pissed himself at about the moment between the shorting out and the mini fire. Oh, the woes of having mutant abilities. Bobby roared with laughter on the floor. Ray thought that perhaps he’d like to die or maybe Bobby could die. Yeah, Bobby could die. At least the others weren’t exactly interested in early graves. They’d all stood there shocked looking from Ray’s crotch to Bobby on the floor slowly making the logical association in their slow morning minds. When it dawned on Scott, he tried not to grin as he reprimanded Bobby. “That was a very…” the usually creative leader diffused into barely controlled silence.
“When I’m done with you, Drake, you’ll be lucky if you’re a puddle!” Ray threatened through a clenched jaw and grated teeth. Lucky Bobby was as fast as Pietro when he was seriously scared for his life.

This time, however, Ray didn’t piss himself. He was in slightly better control… this time it only shocked him. At least that’s what he thought…

“Um Ray?” Kitty cleared her throat, in a nervous manner. “Did, um, like Bobby plug the toaster in again when you were getting your toast?” Kurt and Evan were busy trying to not look as if they were about to die from lack of oxygen. It sure was hard trying not to laugh out loud. Ray sat down at the breakfast nook, looking un-concerned “Yeah, why?” Kitty tittered under her breath, “Well um, eh he, like, um…” Just as she was about to pop her brain or something equally embarrassing Roberto entered the kitchen. As always it seemed the youngster could manage a rather extravagant entrance, but then, he was only wearing his birthday suit. Kitty’s blush intensified tenfold. “Aw, Kitty, you are the picture of blushing beauty.” Roberto said, draping an arm around her shoulders, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. Suddenly Kitty phased through the floor.

That was perhaps the reason Roberto noticed Ray’s “little” issue. Quickly schooling his features into one of repressed amusement Roberto took a seat next to Ray. To his credit Ray barely batted a lash at his nude room mate. But then said nudist casually draped an arm over his shoulders. Evan and Kurt began to squirm in their seats already predicting a commotion of mammoth proportions. “What do you want?” Ray asked, reading the comics out of the local news paper. Roberto slid even closer to Ray so their thighs were touching. “And why do you never wear clothes?” Roberto put his hand on Rays left knee. “Stop that.” Ray warned, then took a bite of his toast. “Ray, how is it that they say it here?…Is that a tent in your pants or are you just excited to see me?” Roberto asked patting Rays thigh gingerly. Evan and Kurt burst out laughing. Ray choked on his toast. Bobby rushed back into the kitchen to see what was happening.

“What?!” Ray asked, voice raspy after choking on his toast, totally oblivious to what the shock from the toaster had done to him this time. Roberto smiled evilly, and simply pointed to Rays lap. Ray dumbfounded glared at Roberto’s hand but followed in the direction it was pointing towards. He had a slight problem. Bobby, Kurt and Evan all burst out laughing at the lack of any response from Ray. Roberto just patted Ray’s knee comfortingly, his arm still slung over the taller teens shoulders, causing the others to laugh even harder. For five minutes they laughed, long and loud. Finally, as though expecting some sort of loud, brash explosion of emotion they settled, paying particular attention to the twitching muscle in Ray’s eye area.

There was no doubting that if you had a vote at the mansion that Ray would win the “surliest person alive” award. However, the frown he wore this particular morning, accompanied by the twitching eyebrow, just made him a wee bit menacing. He was going to kill someone. He was sure of it now, quite sure that Bobby, Kurt, and Evan, and Roberto could sense his displeasure of them. Could see that while Bobby had fallen to his knees in his merriment that he was rising slowly now, glancing at the others to gauge their reactions to him suddenly ripping off down the hallways at a speed that would surely impress Quicksilver.

Ray slowly began to stand, glaring at Roberto as if to clear the way, because a rampage should have been the least of Xavier’s worries on a fine Saturday morning. When Roberto seemed totally oblivious to Ray’s silent command another muscle, in Ray’s cheek this time began to twitch. “Ohm I’ve err…got training…” Bobby murmured, backing away slowly to avoid breaking eye contact with Ray. Ray was towering over Roberto now having climbed up on the bench; he looked like a wolf on the hunt. Or a really pissed off walrus, your pick. He moved menacingly slow, ready and confident enough that he would catch Bobby the minute he tried to make a dash for it. That’s when they unexpectedly teamed up on him. Couldn’t have Bobby dieing for no apparent reasons, least of all a mauling from a really pissed off walrus. Ray had dimly heard Scott yell something and immediately after he was grabbed around his claves and knees by Roberto who hand launched himself sideways sending them both the linoleum.

Ray wasn’t the brightest guy in the world. They had ganged up on him. He knew it. Now he was in pain, he was pissed off and pressed to the cold kitchen floor. No one was laughing anymore. Scott’s yelling was much more clear now. “Bobby you are in so much trouble! When the Professor hears you’ve been goading Ray again!” The older teen stepped into the hallway still yelling after the other. “You’ll be doing chores until your eighty-three!” Evan and Kurt moved as one unit, leaving the kitchen. “Vhy eighty-three Scott?” Kurt asked still trying to hide his amusement. Scott shrugged and turned back into the kitchen to see if the time they made would be a sufficient head start for Bobby.

Ray growled from the floor. Roberto still wrapped around his legs. “Fucking get off me Roberto.” Still the younger teen applied his solar strength to prevent Ray from rising from the frigged lino. Scott and Roberto exchanged looks that clearly said something had to be done else Bobby wouldn’t be live to see his sixteenth birthday. Scott was just glad that everyone had cleared out. He nodded once at Roberto, turned and left. Scott left Roberto alone to distract or calm down Ray as he pleased. Didn’t Scott know anything about Roberto at all? He was just as bad as Bobby any given day of the week. And now he had a very angry Ray in his arms with which he could do whatever he pleased. Roberto’s evil smile could have been described as Grinch worthy. He was going to end up making things worse.

“Get off!” Ray said turning and twisting in attempt to get away. Roberto still smiling let Ray go jumping to his feet faster then Ray, should Bezerker choose to make a run for it. Ray got up, slowly turning to his roomy. “Why the fuck did Scott leave?” Roberto shrugged, powering up into Sunspot mode, stepping backwards into a battle ready pose. “Why do you think?” he asked just to see the cogs and wheels in Ray’s anger fogged brain turn. Ray growled backing up also, if he was going to get past Roberto he’d need a little space after all. “To stall me.” Came his obvious reply.

Roberto grinned. “Smarter then the average bear today Ray?” his eyes darted down to the older teens crotch. “You are still tenting.” He stated matter-of-factly. Ray paused looking at his crotch as if noticing for the first time all over again. He started looking pained instead of extremely angry then. Roberto blinked at the change in his roomy. How unusual, for Ray to forget his anger so suddenly. “It hurts.” Ray grumbled seemingly easily distracted by what Roberto had made him think about. Roberto dropped his fighting stance and walked over to Ray, powering down as he did. He approached with caution nonetheless; Ray wasn’t stupid like everyone thought he was. The guy just had a stupid image to uphold. Apparently trusting Ray was distracted from his murderous thoughts was an over sight. Just as Roberto reached towards the older teen Ray lunged. He slid out of the kitchen and raced down the hall using his socks on the hardwood flooring to his advantage.

Roberto’s eye twitched. He powered up calmly, knowing that by now Bobby was somewhere relatively safe. Now he could easily grab Ray and distract him. Ray wasn’t a total slave to his emotions all the time. He jumped into the air and headed to Bobby and Sam’s room. As he neared he could plainly hear Sam get slammed against his bedroom wall. “Freakin’ hell Ray, I haven’t seen Bobby since I had breakfast! He ain’t here!” Roberto peeked his head around the door frame. He saw Sam against the wall a few inches off the ground, due to Ray’s explosive anger Sam was also applying a bit of his gift to defend himself. Roberto stepped into the room already trashed as Ray had flipped Bobby’s bed.

“Ray.” He warned as though he could try and contain his roomy. “This is foolish behavior; stop or you will find yourself punished just as Bobby.” This apparently was the wrong thing to say as suddenly Ray grabbed Sam by an ankle, already having him by the wrist and threw him into Roberto. The two smashed into the wall behind them, falling to the floor, in a heap of limbs. Ray didn’t even look back at them as he was once again zooming out into the hallway, continuing his rampage.

Two hours later…

Well, needless to say, he had trashed a lot of the mansion, actually found Bobby and got one satisfying punch before Logan had taken him down. He’d also managed to throw Sunspot through a wall. Yup, so what if he was doing chores as much as Bobby. He’d let his anger out, although he would probably be receiving private counseling from the Professor until he died. But, it was worth it, it had felt so fucking good. Bobby’s nose was broken and he was now missing a tooth. Roberto of course hadn’t got hurt at all but he was still rather grumpy. And now they were all grounded for at least a month. They were confined to chores and bedrooms and extensive, heavy training with Logan as punishment. But, again, Ray couldn’t help but feel it had been well worth it.

He smiled as he lumbered into his room, noticing Roberto laying face down on his bed, bare ass flexing. He paused, raising a brow at the fact that Roberto just lay there motionless minus the flexing and relaxation of his butt. “What are you doing?” He asked amused when the only thing that happened was Roberto clenching the muscles together tightly, he didn’t get up or even turn over. “Numthphing.”, Came the muffled reply. Ray shrugged it off, walking over to his bed and collapsing on it. The only thing that still had him miffed was the fact that he still had an erection. That’s right; Bobby had pretty much managed to give him a perpetual hard on using a toaster. And masturbation…well, it was kind of hard to do when your room mate hardly slept in comparison to you. Not that you wanted to be thinking of your roomy while doing so, and there wasn’t a possibility for privacy of any real kind in the mansion.

Ray sighed and stared at his crotch. How annoying could one body part be? He glared at Roberto who was still laying face down flexing his butt. Maybe he wouldn’t notice? The Professor had suggested that wanking might be the way to rid himself of his rather painful problem. And well it hadn’t been painful, like he’d fooled Roberto, until after he’d finished throwing Roberto through a wall and finally getting revenge towards Bobby. Ray shuddered at the thought of Professor Xavier. Definitely not someone wants to think of when trying to get off; on the other hand on a normal basis it was enough to get rid of any arousal. Sighing and riding the Professor from his mind Ray slid his left hand down under the waistband to his boxers.

Ray began to stroke himself, his right leg falling off the side of his single bed. His hand trailed up the length of himself, feeling the tension leave him as the heat built in his lower abdomen. He was about to really get into it when Roberto groaned loudly from his bed. Ray’s attention snapped to the other side of the room, readying himself should Roberto decide to roll over. Well Roberto of course did not roll over; he just made a whimpering noise in the back of his throat. Ray frowned; he couldn’t quite see Roberto’s arms or hands.

The kid never made his bed, he was a slob. His blankets all akimbo, were surrounding him. He had tanned skin and dark hair and Ray groaned when his attention was drawn to the fact Roberto had started thrusting his hips forward, into his bed. He stilled his hand. Watching with that sick curiosity you hate because you can’t just look away. Ignoring the jolt of pleasure that ripped through him when Roberto right out moaned, thrusting his hips at a greater pace, his ass clenching together with each forward motion, each desperate inhale. It wasn’t until Roberto’s motions escalated in speed only to stop abruptly, his hips in the air, legs spreading further as a deep shudder ran through his body.

Panting now himself, Ray wanted to roll over and hump his mattress also. But refused to do so, he couldn’t believe how much this arousal hurt, with renewed vigor he gripped himself determined not to think about that clenching ass. Wait! This wouldn’t do, he was thinking about it. It being Roberto’s ass, and that was wrong on very many levels. Actually when you thought about “it”, “it” was very nice looking and probably smooth and firm to the touch. Suddenly Ray stopped his hand again, because what he was doing was sick, Roberto was a guy!

That’s when Roberto rolled over panting and still slightly hard. “Fuck! I can’t believe you just did that with me in the room!” Ray blurted yanking his hand from his pants and sitting up. Roberto cracked a lazy eye at Ray, his breathing slowing he smiled in a self-satisfied manner. “Why? Everyone does it?” Ray felt his eye twitch coming back. “They do not. Everyone waits till they’re alone, you disgusting fuck.” He argued. Roberto chuckled to himself in what Ray suspected was authority on the manner. “That is what you think. You don’t talk to the others about it, because you’re afraid of sounding like a homosexual.” Roberto sat up, stretching his arms above his head, causing his ribs to stick out. “But, Crispy, in being so careful you have already marked yourself as one of two things.” Ray eyed his roomy with distaste, he didn’t look like he enjoyed where the conversation was going. When Roberto didn’t look like he’d be continuing Ray glared at him. “Well?”

Roberto stood up and stretched again, then bent at the waist. “What?” he asked. Ray diverted his eyes at the way Roberto had his butt in the air, to a very interesting wall. Ray’s eye twitch was definitely back. “What do you mean ‘what’?” Ray growled. “What have I been labeled?” Roberto stood and looked over his shoulder at Ray, it was a decidedly awkward position Ray thought, but he wasn’t really looking. “Well the first one should be obvious.” Roberto explained and turned to face Ray, “The second is that they think you’re some sort of…” Here Roberto paused rolling his eyes to the side trying to think of the right word. “Repressed sexual…um deviant.” When Roberto got no reaction from Ray he walked forward a few steps, still wary after what had happened earlier in the day.

“Are you okay?” Roberto heard himself asking. Ray turned a glare on Roberto that had the younger teen freezing mid step. “I’m a sexual deviant when I walk around with clothes on? I’m gay when I don’t sneak into the girls showers when they’re getting clean?! I’m a deviant when I talk about other things then sex!?!” Ray yelled, standing to his impressive height. Roberto noticed the E.I.E. (Electrical Induced Erection) and gave into his mischievous side, pointing at it he asked Ray, “Are you still tenting Crispy?” Ray visibly twitched and launched himself towards Roberto.

Ray collided with Roberto, falling them both to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Roberto’s back hit the ground first, Ray’s elbow meeting him in the gut. Effectively ridding him of any air. Ray quickly climbed on top of Roberto punching the younger teen in the jaw but quickly found his boxers caught fire, due to Roberto’s instinctive power up. “Fucking Hell!” Ray exclaimed jumping off his younger roommate, trying to wiggle out of his boxers, cussing under his breath the whole time. Roberto sat up slowly ignoring Ray’s cursing and hopping about feeling his jaw, his tongue rolling along his teeth to make sure none were cracked or loose. “Crispy that hurt.” He muttered as he purposefully tripped the older teen. “You stop, drop and roll when you’re on fire.” He reminded. Ray rolled until he was wearing tattered, burnt and slightly smoking plaid boxers. He stopped and sat up his knees bent and feet flat on the carpet raising his eyes to meet Roberto’s.

There they sat staring at one another, calmly contemplating the other for once. Roberto’s lip was slightly swollen already and Ray would probably have a few “crispy” places where his boxers had burnt all the way through. But for the most part they didn’t think about that. “Not gay.” The pouted statement from Ray. Roberto couldn’t help but smile and got into a crouching position, where he crawled over to where Ray was on the floor. He noted vaguely that their bedroom door was open just a crack. Ray didn’t move when he slithered up next to him, eyeing him suspiciously anyways. “What’re you-?” He questioned abortively when Roberto pushed him roughly onto his back.

“Perhaps you are right.” Roberto said sticking his hand through a hole in Ray’s boxers, gripping the others cock in a firm hold. Ray sucked in a breath eyes going round. He let the younger teens hand slide up once before he began to struggle into a seated position. Roberto slid his hand down quickly and clenched the base of the penis he held. As he did this his other hand forced Ray to return to the ground. “Perhaps you are not; you did not seem to mind it that day in the showers.” He explained when Ray shoved his hips towards the fist grasping him. Still he picked up the pace, lightening up on his pressure so it was only teasing. “It doesn’t matter.” Ray clenched his teeth together when Roberto stopped and began to edge the boxers off his hips. “Yes it does.” He disagreed, lifting his hips off the floor. Roberto raised an eyebrow at his actions. Then Roberto pulled him up so he was sitting by his shirt, “Take it off.” The younger teen brokered no argument and Ray did as he was told.

When he was naked Roberto seemed satisfied for only a moment then Ray was flipped so he was on his stomach. “Hey! Just what the FUCK do you THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” Ray yelled trying to get to his hands and knees, which for some reason wasn’t all that hard despite Roberto seemingly attempting to push him back flat against the floor. Then Roberto reasserted his vice like grip on Ray’s dick. Ray let out a few more colorful expletives as Roberto slid up behind him, pumping the older teens cock. Finally coming to a decision Roberto answered Ray’s angry question, “Getting you off.” Ray groaned, “This isn’t happening.” He muttered when Roberto pushed his hips up against his ass, making him jump slightly. “What’s not happening?” The shorter teen asked falling forward so his chest rested on Ray’s back, propping his chin on a shoulder and whispering in Ray’s ear. Ray panted squeezing his eyes shut tightly, a blush journeying across his usually surly features.

When it became apparent that Ray wasn’t going to issue a reply any time soon Roberto smirked in a devious manner and thrust his hips forward. Ray actually moaned instead of getting all pissed off. Roberto took that as a good sign and continued on, his other hand snaking up Ray’s chest in an innocent search before coming upon what it sought. He yanked violently on the older boys’ nipple, chuckling when Ray, in attempts to make him stop, pushed his hips back into Roberto’s crotch. “Seems like you don’t mind another male touching…”Roberto laughed breathlessly. He twisted Ray’s nipple again, not as rough. Ray was too busy panting to respond to the taunt, and simply shoved his ass backwards again. Roberto moaned this time, sounding just like he had earlier whilst humping his bed.

Now, one thing you ought to know about the kids at the Xavier’s Institute for the Gifted was, privacy was almost nonexistent. While many of the children were on the polite side, some of them had grown up in rather liberal families or situations. That’s why Roberto didn’t like to put even pants on, that’s why Bobby was such a prankster. That’s why Ray had such bad language and why Evan was so understanding and Kurt was so kind. All their situations helped to shape why and how they acted. So it was no surprise to think that Bobby probably wasn’t the ‘knocking on the door type’ to await to be allowed in. Least of all when the door wasn’t even closed all the way, and especially when there was obnoxious grunting and moaning noises issuing from behind the door.

So really Roberto should have foreseen the door banging open, rudely bouncing off the wall and slamming shut in Bobby’s face which was busy inventing new shades of red. Ray moaned when Roberto banged his pelvis against him in shock. “No…,” he complained when it seemed as though Sunspot was going to stop. “Don’t, please.” He begged. Roberto just stopped anyways wrenching an annoyed growl from the boy beneath him. “You!” Roberto pushed Ray’s shoulders down leaning on him so the boy would flatten out against the floor. “Hey!” Roberto smiled when Ray started to push back trying to raise himself off the carpeting. Then he let his hand down, successfully spanking the other boy, causing Ray’s hips to jerk spasmodically, his blush spreading down his shoulders. “Shhh…” Roberto hushed the other teen quietly, petting the flesh under his palm. “I swear if you do that again-!” Ray threatened in a meaningless fashion as Roberto threw his hand down over the globed tissue in an instant repeat.

“Fuck!” Ray breathed quietly, his ass tingling warmly, the spanking feeling much better then he would have thought. That’s when Roberto stood up heading for the door not caring an iota about his noticeable excitement and flung it open. There stood Bobby wide eyed and looking very, horribly embarrassed. Roberto looked both ways down the hall, and seeing it void of another living object he grabbed young Bobby by the wrist yanking him inside, shutting the door behind him with an audible click. “Stand there.” He ordered. By now Ray had gotten up, upon shaky knees and was leaning against his bed trying to hide his privates from the other two occupants of the room. Bobby nodded his head, afraid that the two older teens would attack if he endeavored to run. “Roberto, what the fuck?” Berzerker asked the sexed up blush still staining his cheeks.

Roberto walked calmly over to Ray and shoved him down onto the bed backwards, knees buckling when they caught the corner of the bed frame, covering Ray’s mouth with his and relaxing his body onto the older teens. Ray tried to fight back only to be over powered by the Spots solar strength. He got onto his hands and knees only to sit back onto Ray’s thighs. He grinned down at Ray’s blushing face as he took the boys penis in hand once more. He began to run his closed palm over it again and soon had Ray panting and propelling his hips up into his fist. He loosened his grip and rolled said palm over the head of Ray’s dick causing the boy to slacken his jaw and moan deep in his throat. Roberto chuckled lowly and let a cocky smile spread across his features; he then turned to look Bobby directly in the eye. “No telling. Right?” he asked. Bobby had by then sat down on the floor, blue eyes still rounded at what he was witnessing, he nodded. “Come here.” Roberto ordered him.

Bobby stood, his blush seeming to radiate heat, he walked over to the two panting teens in a daze of sorts. Standing next to Roberto he looked at Ray who was busy screwing his eyes shut while the tip of his tongue slicked out licking parched lips and lower where his hips shoved against Roberto’s fist. “How do I make sure you will not tell?” Roberto asked pausing to let Bobby’s mind jump to all sorts of immoral conclusions, before he laughed. “Get out, tell anyone and I will be the least of your worries.” Bobby bolted shocked out of his passive state, again expressing the fact that he could run so fast as to challenge Pietro. Sighing and shaking his head Roberto started to wiggle himself down between his roommates’ legs. Soon his chest was comfortingly surrounded by Ray’s thighs.

He smiled in a sly kind of manner before he lowered his head and sucked high on an inner thigh. Ray gasped breathlessly, his eyes popping open to focus on Roberto. He sat up so he was supported by his elbows, concentrating now, to see what the younger teen just might do. Roberto nibbled the rest of the way up the thigh to the place where the base of the cock he was jerking met with the rest of the body, there he nipped. Ray shuddered, then as if to make it worse Roberto began to suck on that spot in long low pulls. Ray whimpered letting his arms out from under him. Roberto smiled knowing and feeling how close Berzerker was to orgasm if, by the amount of pre-come that was making things slippery, was any indication. So, right where he was sucking he bite roughly, not a nip, not a grazing of teeth, he bit hard. Ray convulsed, sucking air in sharply, tensing his whole body. “Ah shit!” He breathed after a few seconds of panting breaths.

While Ray was recovering Roberto slithered up the taller teens’ body, nuzzling his neck, pressing his erection into Ray’s hip. But, Roberto was never the type to be overly affectionate, or to dally, he rarely did things without purpose. So instead of beating around the bush the guy promptly bit Ray’s neck and then began sucking with a concentrated pressure to insure that a nice big hickey would be left in his stead. Yes, he was a very matter of fact kind of guy. So what if Ray wouldn’t admit he like males, they’d just fucked around, Ray was his until otherwise engaged. Ray let his hands trail up and down Roberto’s back coming to rest on that glorious tanned ass he’d been admiring earlier. He squeezed cupping and molding the firm globes in his large hands, causing Roberto to hump his hip restlessly.

“What just happened?” Ray asked. Roberto nipped the exposed throat before answering his lips against the jugular. “We proved what I said earlier about what people think about you.” Ray stiffened, “Minus one thing.” Wearily Ray helped Roberto support himself enough so they could have eye contact. “Yeah?” Roberto nodded grinning, “They are of course correct about your repressed sexuality and possibly about how you view your sexuality.” Ray eyed the younger teen expectantly. “And?” he questioned. Roberto looked at Ray as if to say there wasn’t anymore. “Well?” Ray demanded this time giving Roberto a little shake. “Well what?” Roberto asked lazily, wanting to go back to sucking on that tempting neck. Ray grumbled about idiotic weird people who should be locked up under his breath. “What’s the one thing they’re wrong about?” Roberto made a ‘Duh you’re the idiot’ expression before sighing. “The one thing they are wrong about is the fact that I am the deviant, more appropriately your deviant. But, they already knew that I am a sexual deviant.” Ray blinked twice before coming to a conclusion in his head.

“You’re the reason they think I’m a deviant?” His sex dazed mind was finally processing the few sentences they had discussed previously. “Yes, how could you not be when your roommate hardly wears any clothes?” Ray’s left eye began to twitch in suppressed rage. “Wait…They think I’m gay because of you?” Roberto nodded and leaned in to lick Ray’s lips. “They think I’M GAY because of YOU?!” Ray bellowed suddenly. Roberto diffused into laughter and rolled off of Ray. “Well are you not?” asked the Brazilian with barely suppressed mirth as he stood up and stretched, arousal slowly fading, knowing there was no way he was getting any sex for the rest of the evening. “No!” Ray objected fiercely. Roberto raised an eyebrow comically. He reached out grabbed Ray and flipped the older boy onto his stomach again. Then cupping his hand slightly, he threw his hand against Ray’s bottom, three times, each harder then the next.

Ray choked back a gasp, his eyes watering and his immediate reaction pressed against the sheets underneath him. Roberto smiled triumphantly. “You do not like males?” he asked quietly. Ray shook his head in the negative. “Yes or no.” Roberto instructed in a monotonous voice punctuated by another hard smack. “No.” Ray gasped, a blush rising on his cheeks again. “Really? What would I find now if you were to stand?” Roberto asked spanking twice more. Ray’s ass was already turning a nice rose colored hue. “Nothing telling?” Ray gasped as the younger teen hit him three times in quick succession. “Yes!” Roberto stopped and smiled, then turned and sauntered over to his bed. “You’re not a good liar, Crispy.”
“Fuck you!” Ray shot over his shoulder, his ass pink, and the tingling warmth spreading throughout his body making it hard to be anything but confused. Had he really just got spanked and enjoyed it?
“Maybe tomorrow after our chores and training with Logan.” Roberto said flippantly as he climbed beneath his sheets, after turning off his lamp, which had been lighting their room. He waited counting down from five to hear the expected reaction.
“WHAT?!?”
Roberto laughed. “Well, that is unless you would prefer I fuck you? We should discuss that tomorrow. Goodnight!”

End.

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I was attempting to make Roberto sound more polite in his speach so if I fucked up the image of him for anyone I wanted to apologize. But, I refuse to do it in advance unless that is your custom to read the authors little notes at the bottom or end of a fic first... 0x0

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