An Honest Mistake

A/N: Another X-men fic! Aren't you proud of me? *halo* This doesn't have a particular timeline, so I thought this would be the best place to put it.

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Bobby and Rogue have an open relationship. Rogue understands that Bobby needs more than she can give. She can't touch him, so he lacks most of the physical part of the relationship.

She feels bad, not being able to touch him, or him her. So they decided early on that they would have an open relationship for Bobby's sake. Rogue doesn't have any other particular interests save maybe Logan, who is never around anyway.

She doesn't know if Bobby ever takes advantage of the open part of the relationship. Perhaps it makes her feel better, thinking that he doesn't. If he does use it, she doesn't hear about it. She has no idea with whom he would do those things. He never shows any interest in anyone but her anyway. No other girls seem to catch his interest.

He never pressures her when they are together. She never asks, but she thinks that if he never mentions it, then he must be going somewhere else, she just doesn't know where...

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St. John Allerdyce spends a lot of time skipping classes to smoke out on the edge of the property. He doesn't invite anyone along, so he is often alone on his excursions.

He doesn't date, or it doesn't seem so. Rumors occasionally circulate containing his name but he ignores them. He has better things to do than listen to petty rumors about his sex life.

When he isn't skipping class, he's usually hanging out with Bobby and Rogue, or some combination of the two. He sits back and watches their flirting, knowing full well that Bobby can't touch her.

It amuses him to watch Bobby tickle her and see the moment when they ought to be kissing pass with a sigh from both of them. He knows Bobby likes Rogue, but he's never really believed it. He thinks Rogue is a bit too safe for Bobby.

After those flirting sessions, John leaves, walking around the corner and counting to ten. After ten seconds, he turns as though to leave, only to hear a whisper in his ear. "Tonight, John, be ready at eight."

John smirks and keeps walking as though he's heard nothing. That night will find him waiting on his bed for the person he knows will be coming.

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Bobby likes Rogue. He likes her a lot, but a small part of him always seems to tell him it's wrong. When he stares into her eyes those moments when any normal couple would kiss, he almost doesn't see her.

When she suggested an open relationship, he was reluctant. It sounded too much like cheating for his liking. But she insisted that he needed more than she could give.

At the beginning, he thought she'd been wrong and that he would be fine, but he found himself slipping as time went on. He found that he needed that stimulation and his hand was only good for so long.

He had looked for quite a while for the right person. He needed someone with no attachments, someone who knew it wasn't emotional. He'd looked unsuccessfully for a long time.

Then one day it had just fallen into his lap. He'd been watching TV alone in the living room one afternoon when John had come in, plopping down next to him. He'd grabbed the remote away from him without so much as a hello and promptly changed the channel.

Bobby had turned to demand it back when he stopped, tilting his head to the side and looking at John.

"What?" John had asked, raising an eyebrow at Bobby's strange behavior.

"Nothing, it's just... You look different."

John's eyebrow had gone up further. "Different? Are you feeling okay, Iceman?"

"I'm fine," Bobby had insisted. John had given him an odd look before turning back to the TV and continuing to switch channels.

Bobby had stared at him for a few more seconds, his brain working hard. Finally, he seemed to come to a decision. "John?" he asked.

"Yeah?" John had replied, not taking his eyes off the TV where they were advertising some mixer.

"Can I try something?"

John had looked away from the TV then, a quizzical look on his face. "What?"

Bobby had scooted over on the couch, raising a hand to John's arm, noticing the shiver that ran through John at the cold touch. John was looking at him like he was unsure of what was going on.

Bobby had leaned in and pressed his lips to John's. John's lips were soft and warm as Bobby kissed him softly. He ran his tongue over John's bottom lip, feeling how soft it was.

He could feel John's stiffness and soon pulled away, hoping he hadn't done something horrible.

John had stared at Bobby, raising a hand to his mouth, but not touching it. "What was that?" he'd asked.

"I was just thinking about something," Bobby had replied.

Somehow, from that moment, their new relationship had developed. John knows that he's to be considered a Rogue stand-in. The thought makes him shudder, so he tries not to put it that way. In his mind, he and Bobby just happen to fuck occasionally, and the fact that Bobby has a girlfriend is moot.

It is mutually understood that Rogue shouldn't know of their activities, nor should anyone else, although John is pretty sure the Professor knows. He isn't quite sure why Rogue can't know. It was her idea, after all, that Bobby do this.

John doesn't particularly care, though, and he lets Bobby do what he wants. He keeps quiet.

It doesn't bother him to see Bobby and Rogue together. It amuses him to think that as much as Bobby seems to want Rogue, he will always end up in bed with him later. Bobby's never cried Rogue's name when he comes, for which John is glad. He doesn't think he could take that. It would just be one step too many.

That whisper in his ear is enough for John. He likes knowing that Bobby will come to him later that night, begging him to touch him, taste him, make him come. That's all he wants, and he always gets what he wants.

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At eight Bobby opens the door quietly. He's just left Rogue at her dorm with a nice hand-squeeze. Something about it feels wrong. He shouldn't just be holding her hand. He's seventeen for God's sake. He feels bad for thinking that, knowing it wasn't her fault.

Then again, if it wasn't for her power, he never would have found John.

Bobby steps inside the dorm, leaving the lights turned off. This is how they do it. A light flares up on the other side of the room and Bobby can see the outline of John's body illuminated by the tiny flickering flame.

He makes his way slowly to the bed, stepping over discarded clothes that have yet to be picked up. Usually Bobby is quite organized and clean, but lately, he's been distracted. John's noticed this too, but hasn't mentioned it.

As he comes closer, he strips off his shirt, noting that John's is already gone as well. He crawls onto the bed, feeling his heart flutter nervously, despite this being the millionth time. It happens every time.

The light goes out and Bobby hears John shifting on the bed. He doesn't know where John is, but suddenly feels a pair of strong hands on his shoulders, flipping him over onto his back. A heavy, warm weight straddles his hips, holding him down.

Bobby stares up through the darkness but says nothing. They don't usually chat beforehand. He waits and soon feels John's warm hands sliding up his body. John doesn't shiver anymore like he used to. He's gotten used to Bobby's body temperature, so much colder than his own.

The hands slide over his hips, still covered by his jeans, which are quickly growing much too tight. They whisper over Bobby's sides and torso, drawing small, unknowable shapes on his skin. Over his chest and up around his neck they slide. One hand continues into Bobby's hair, tugging his head forward.

Bobby knows what's coming but that doesn't stop his surprise when he feels John's warm lips covering his own. John's tongue is hot and probing as it slides in his mouth, running over his teeth, caressing his tongue seductively as his hand massages his hair and the other slides back down Bobby's cool body.

Bobby's own hands move to John's waist, slipping under the waistband of his jeans, running over the smooth skin just above the swell of his ass. One hand moves up John's back, loving how smooth and warm it is, such a change from what he's used to.

John's tongue is so hot and Bobby is always so cold. It shocked John the first time, and he'd fought back shivers. Something about the cold got his blood pumping, though, and he didn't mind in the least how cold Bobby always was.

John can feel Bobby's arousal growing and he drinks in the small moans he gets from the boy underneath him. His other hand works its way down Bobby's body slowly, creeping closer to the zipper of his jeans.

Bobby gasps when John's hands undo the zipper and shove down his jeans and boxers, running down to grasp his erect cock. He opens his eyes and stares into John's eyes.

John just smirks as always, sliding his hand over Bobby's erection. He gives Bobby a fleeting kiss before licking his way down to his neck.

Bobby arches his head back, exposing his neck to John's wicked mouth. His body writhes involuntarily under John's touch, wanting more. Still, he doesn't speak. He groans when John bites down on the spot where shoulder meets neck, then licks away the pain.

His own hands are hastily trying to undo John's pants. They aren't having much luck. Tripping over themselves in their eagerness, it takes a while to get the button undone and then the zipper. Bobby is relieved when it's finally done and he pushes the offending articles of clothing over John's hips and they slide off.

Now, they're both completely naked. This is how John likes it. He shifts his body; his own achingly hard cock brushing against Bobby's thighs, indicating that he isn't the only one who's waited for this.

Bobby moans softly in the dark, his eyes closed and his senses feeling everything John is giving him. He can feel the hot tongue on his neck, John's mouth sucking on his skin. John's hands are stroking his cock steadily, but not enough to make him come just yet.

His hands are kneading John's hips as his own hips jerk upward at John's touch. "John," he gasps when John bites his earlobe.

He's spoken, said something to indicate his need. Usually this doesn't happen until a while later, but tonight is different. They can both feel it, though neither knows what it is.

John takes this early hint, giving Bobby's earlobe a final lick before pulling away. He doesn't look at Bobby, but reaches over to his bedside table.

In the top drawer is a scattered mess of matches, lighters, a box of condoms, and a tube of lube. John pushes aside the matches and grabs the lube and a condom.

Bobby still can't see anything. The dark of the room obscures everything. He can only feel John leaning over for the condoms. He knows where they are.

His hands are still on John's hips. John's hand has stilled on his cock; it's driving Bobby crazy. He needs contact, needs John to touch him. He shifts awkwardly, trying to release some of the pressure but it doesn't help.

He doesn't repeat his plea, but waits for John to come back, rolling the condom on and spreading the lube over his own cock.

Bobby gasps again as he feels the slick fingers dusting over the inside of his thighs, sliding up them slowly, warm and slick. His grip on John's hips tightens when a slippery finger slides inside his body. His body arches upward off the bed and a moan escapes his lips.

He feels John's hot breath on his mouth and knows John is close. He feels John lift his legs, better positioning him. Another finger slips inside his body. Bobby's breath catches in his throat when the finger brushes against his prostate. His hips move upward on their own, moving John's fingers deeper.

His breathing is heavy as he feels the fingers pull out and are replaced by John's hard cock. He holds his breath as John pushes in, a tiny ripple of pain moving through his body until it's replaced by a feeling of undeniable pleasure.

John moves forward, pushing his cock completely in Bobby's body. As he does so, he presses his lips to Bobby's, taking his lips in a rough kiss.

Caught in the moment, Bobby's hand grabs the back of John's neck, kissing him back hard. His lips are sore and swollen when they finally part. He can tell John is winded, but he doesn't care. He licks John's cheek and places a soft kiss on his jaw.

John uses his hands to brace himself on either side of Bobby and begins to move, sliding his cock in and out of Bobby's body. He feels the delicious heat surround his cock as he moves back in.

Bobby's hands are running over his back, memorizing the curves and feel of it. His hips arch upward to connect with John's as he pushes in.

"Bobby," John murmurs, close to Bobby's ear.

The single utterance of his name has Bobby coming, his body spasming with the pressure of his climax. His mouth is open and words are spilling from it, words he's held back all night. This is when he can talk, can say whatever he wants. Most are some form of expletives mixed with John's name.

As John's name leaves his lips for the third time, accompanied by, "You're fucking beautiful," John comes hard. He can barely hold himself up as he comes deep inside Bobby's gorgeous body. He rides out the feeling of unimaginable pleasure, like a fire is ripping through his body, with his eyes closed.

When it's over, he barely moves to the side before his shaking arms give out and he collapses. Beside him, Bobby's chest is moving quickly as his breathing slowly returns to normal.

They both lay in the dark for a moment, each thinking about different things. Bobby wonders what John is going to do next. Will he do like always and get up take a shower? Maybe this time will be different. Bobby knows it's up to him to change the cycle. He started it, after all.

John thinks that as much fun as this is, Bobby will inevitably spend the next day with Rogue, flirting shamelessly only to come back to him in the evening. It's always the same.

Bobby lies there for a few more minutes, waiting for John to get up like always. This time, though, he doesn't. There's a click and John's lighter is illuminated. The flickering flame rises in the air away from the lighter and Bobby knows John has control of it.

Bobby stares at the flame. It flickers innocently in the dark, only illuminating the few inches of space around it. He sees John's hand reach out and clamp over it, extinguishing the light.

There's a rustle of movement and Bobby feels the bed move under him. He figures John is getting up. Suddenly, he finds that he doesn't want John to go. He turns, intending to grab for John's arm and stop him.

He finds himself rolling over into John's body that is turned toward him. He still can't see through the dark, but he can hear John's even breathing close to his face. He wonders why John is still there.

"John, what are you—"

"Shh," John interrupts him. Bobby feels tentative fingers on his face, feeling their way through the dark. They slide down his jaw to his neck. He feels his face being pulled forward and then John's lips are on his again, softer than before.

He feels pulled into the kiss, leaning forward in John's grip. His eyes close despite the fact that he can't see anything. He kisses back slowly, allowing John to slip his tongue into his mouth, letting his teeth pull on his lower lip softly.

When John finally pulls away, Bobby feels him shiver. He wishes he could see him through the dark. Something's changed, he can tell.

He reaches for John, finding his neck. His hand slides over John's shoulder and down his side, coming to rest at his waist. He scoots his body forward, feeling almost nervous.

He and Rogue have an open relationship because she knows there are things she can never give him. She doesn't know that there is someone else who can give him it all. Bobby's pretty sure she wouldn't have suggested it had she known.

He moves forward, rolling John onto his back and climbing on top. He's never done this before. One hand is holding John's wrist to the bed. The other is resting on his stomach.

He hears a click and John's lighter flicks on. He can see John's face now. It looks questioning. He leans forward and kisses John softly, hoping that might answer his question.

The lighter goes off, throwing them into darkness as Bobby kisses him again, still softly. There's silence as Bobby moves back, waiting for John.

"What are you going to tell Rogue?" John asks finally, and Bobby sighs in relief.

"The relationship got a little too open, so I decided to close it."

"Not with her."

"With you."

Bobby wants to see John's face, but knows it is impossible. He wants to know what John is thinking.

He feels John shifting underneath him; he's not sure if it's because of nerves or what.

John's hands are on his neck again, pulling him down. Bobby loses his balance and falls, landing on John's bare chest. John's hands slide down his back, holding him lightly.

"You chose wisely." Bobby can practically hear the smirk.

He has the urge to smack John but resists, knowing he's getting what he wants. Instead, he rolls his eyes in the dark, smiling all the same. He reaches up and runs a hand through John's hair.

"I'm glad you approve."

John laughs, the first time all night, and Bobby feels better. He doesn't know how long he's wanted this. He never admitted it to himself before. He knew something was off with Marie, but could never quite place it. Now, he knows. It was him. He didn't want her; he wanted someone else.

Bobby and Rogue had an open relationship. She let him get what he needed somewhere else, and he found much more there. He found what he needed, and it wasn't what she could give. He found John and hasn't let go since.


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A/N: Please review! I've been working with a friend on my characterizations, and I think they've gotten better! :D