Even Heroes Have The Right To Dream
by Silver and Johnny

SERIES: The Better Part of Me
RATING: NC-17
PARING: Bobby / Scott
DISCLAIMER: Marvel owns all the characters, we don't. This is just for fun. Please don't sue, we're just borrowing and we promise to put them back where they belong.
SPOILERS: Minor ones for some Onslaught situations and when Bobby went to see Emma Frost after Onslaught.
WARNINGS: Explicit language and Sex. M/M Slash, so if you don't go for that sort of thing, get outta here... this isn't for you. :)
DISTRIBUTION: http://www.xmendomain.com, and anyone who wants it, just ask! :)
SUMMARY: Bobby and Scott have a talk, but it doesn't go as planned and they find out more about the other than they bargained for...
FEEDBACK: Of course we want Feedback! We would love to know what you think... so feedback is much appreciated!
DEDICATION: This is for Craig, Jemisard, Cass, and Makes Rain Woman. Thanks for being there and for being encouraging, guys.
SPECIAL THANKS TO: Craig for betaing! Thanks, Craig, you're the best!
NOTES: In our world, Bobby has dark blond hair and blue eyes in our world. :)

Bobby walked down the hall towards Scott's office. Grumbling to himself, he knocked on the door. Yea for me, another lecture session with our great and fearless leader Bobby thought to himself.

Scott looked up at the door. "Come in." He said, looking back down at the stack of papers he was grading.

Bobby opened the door but stood in the doorway, "You wanted to see me?"

Scott sighed. "Have a seat, Robert." He answered, motioning to a chair.

'Robert'? Oh great, this is gonna suck. Bobby thought to himself as he sat down in the seat on the opposite side of Scott's desk.

"You really need to stop being so irresponsible. This is the third time this week you've slacked off in the Danger Room." Scott said in a stern voice, cutting to the chase.

"So? That's nothing new." Bobby shrugged, his statement passive.

Scott sighed. "No, but since today is only Tuesday, I find it unacceptable."

"You find practically everything I do 'unacceptable', Scott." Bobby retorted.

"Now that's not fair Bobby. Nor is it true. 80% of things you do are unacceptable, but that's all."

Bobby laughed bitterly, "Right. Sorry, only 80%. Wonder what I could have been thinking."

"No need to be a smart-ass Drake. I'm the Field Leader and it's my duty to make sure that everyone on the team actually uses their head, whether it be in battle or training. Apparently you haven't figured out what that thing on top of your neck is for."

Bobby stood and began to pace, "Well, when you're told it's good for nothing you're entire life, you tend to not care anymore." he said, gesturing to his head.

"Damn Bobby, you sure are a bitter kid, aren't you?"

"Have you met my father?" Then, as an afterthought, "and I'm not a kid!"

"Met my foster father?" Scott retorted. He looked at Bobby in shock at the venom in his voice. No definitely not a kid. He amended to himself, his eyes roaming the blonde's body.

Bobby stopped pacing, "Oh, I forgot. No one's life could possibly be harder than yours!" He yelled at Scott, quickly regretting it. "Oh shit, Scott, I didn't mean to say that. I'm just... I'm sorry." Bobby sat down on the couch in Scott's office. "I'm just tired, is all. I'm really sorry."

Scott winced at the anger in the voice of the younger man. "No, don't apologize. I deserved that one. I shouldn't think that just because of what happened in my life I automatically deserve the 'most-fucked-up' award."

"No, I think Logan just might win that one, or maybe Remy." Bobby said joking slightly as he rested his head in his hands.

Scott moved to sit near Bobby and put a hand on his shoulder. "True, just because I lost my family when I was five, got severe brain damage, had a foster father who beat me regularly and spent five years on the streets doesn't mean I have a right to snap at you like that. I'm sorry, Bobby."

"I'm sorry I've been screwing up lately." Bobby said, suddenly feeling more comfortable, "I've been losing sleep over a stupid thing that shouldn't even bother me. And you had full right. I'm just a huge screw up anyway."

"No, I didn't. I'm supposed to be a 'caring leader'." He made air quotations. "Not a pain in the ass like I have been lately. So, am I forgiven?"

Bobby raised his head and smiled, "'Caring leader' huh?" He shook his head and took a deep breath, "Yeah, you are... what about me?"

"Sure thing. Now, c'mon, let me try this caring leader thing out... What's wrong? Why've you been losing sleep?"

"Stop saying 'caring leader'." Bobby chuckled a little, than grew serious and sighed, closing his eyes and lowering his head again. "It's just something my father said, nothing big. He always used to say it. My mother said it's just because he doesn't know any better, so I was always just supposed to let it go. But the other day, I heard him say it about something else and this time, I just can't. It's like he can accept one thing, but nothing else or something. I just don't get it."

"Caring leader, caring leader, caring leader." Scott chanted, smirking. Then, at the look on Bobby's face, he sobered up. "Well, maybe I could help. Contrary to popular belief, I DO care about all of you guys, just don't show it."

"Ah, now that's the fearless leader I know so well." Bobby said. "It's really nothing, I should know better by now."

"Come on Bobby, I'm trying here, the least you could do is give me something to work with. I wanna know. Besides, thanks to my bastard foster father I've probably heard nearly every derogatory remark there is that could be directed to a person."

"Ok fine." Bobby said, his tone growing slightly darker. The room temperature dropped slightly as Bobby took a deep breath, "I guess there's only so many times a person can hear things like 'why aren't you one of dem normal kids'." Bobby imitated his father's thick Long Island accent, trying to hold back tears. "I should be used to it by now, I've been hearing it since I was eleven."

"Or maybe 'you're a worthless mutie. A pathetic one-eyed freak.' those are always great on the self-esteem."

"What self-esteem?" Bobby asked quietly.

"Got a point there." Scott replied, just as quietly, his voice losing some of its bitterness. "How can you have self-esteem when all you heard during the hardest part of your life was that you were a freak and a failure?"

"You can't." Bobby answered, wiping his face quickly, "That's why I'm the class clown and you're the fearless leader, I guess. Sure does cover the fact that we don't actually have a self esteem."

"Don't let it get around, don't want anyone to figure out our secret right?"

"Right." Bobby paused. “Scott, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Is that why you get so mad when Logan calls you One-Eye? Because Jack did?"

Scott paused a long moment before speaking. "Never really thought of it that way. At first I thought it was just because he kept flirting with Jean. But then we broke up and their flirting didn't bother me, but the name did. So, yeah, I guess so."

Bobby looked at Scott, "You know, we're more similar than I ever thought. I mean, my father never really hit me, but the verbal abuse was every hour on the hour. I just don't get it. Why have a kid and when he or she doesn't turn out to be perfect, tell 'em you never wanted them in the first place?" Bobby wiped his face again, turning away from Scott.

"Why adopt a child who was already known to have brain damage only to abuse him, beat him, and destroy every semblance of self-respect he had?" He took off his glasses and wiped as his eyes before placing them back on his face. "Some people just don't deserve to be given the benefit of the doubt."

Bobby stood up and resumed pacing, "So, why don't we ever get used to hearing things like that? Like how worthless we are? How we should have never been born? How we would be better off dead?" Bobby asked, anger rising in his voice.

Scott just sat back on the couch, his hands folded in his lap, head bowed. "It's something I don't think anyone ever gets used to. Hell, I heard it every day for nearly eight years. You're lucky, at least you aren't covered with scars." His voice turned bitter again. "I look like even more of a fucking freak because of them."

Bobby stopped pacing and turned to Scott, "No. You are not a 'fucking freak', Scott. That's just it! We let them get to us, and we have got to stop doing that. You are one hell of an attractive guy. I don't have scars because they heal in the ice." Bobby said, not really paying attention to what he was saying kneeling in front of Scott.

Scott's head jerked up. Attractive? Me? "Wha...what did you say Bobby?"

Bobby sat back on his heals, thinking. yeah, what did you say, Bobby... 'Fucking freak.', ok 'attractive guy', right... 'no scars'... wait! Robert Drake! You dumbass! "Um..." Too late to back out now, moron "I said you were attractive?" Bobby suddenly desperately wanted a disruption of any kind.

He doesn't mean it, just said it like you say 'good game' to your sports opponents, no matter how bad they sucked. He's just trying to cheer you up idiot, he doesn't really think of you that way. Scott smiled wryly. "Well thanks for trying to cheer me up, I appreciate it, but you don't have to lie Bobby, I can take the truth."

Bobby's urge to escape suddenly disappeared at the tone in Scott's voice. "What?"

"I said that you don't have to lie to try to make me feel better. I'm nothing special." Scott had bowed his head again and was staring intently at his hands.

Without thinking, Bobby reached out and softly grasped Scott's chin, gently coaxing Scott to look him in the eyes. "I meant every word, Scott. You are something special, very special... to me."

"What?" Then Bobby's words registered in his sorrow-filled mind. Special to him? "What do you mean?" He asked softly, not daring to hope.

Bobby closed his eyes and tried to recollect himself. You've gotten this far, don't chicken out now. Just say it and get it over with... While praying to every god you can think of that he feels the same way. "Scott, I mean..." Bobby wasn't sure he could say what he felt without fear of getting hurt yet again, but he knew he owed Scott that much. "I love you." Bobby closed his eyes and dropped his head, expecting rejection from Scott.

What? He....loves me? "Wait a second Bobby, are you sure you didn't hit your head in the Danger Room today? Maybe have a concussion or something?"

Well, that's not quite rejection Bobby thought to himself, But close enough. "No, I didn't. I'm fine. Then again, maybe I did. I don't know. I'll just leave now before you decide to kill me or something." Bobby said as he stood up and retreated towards the door.

Scott was still trying to believe that Bobby had really said what he thought he heard him say when he glanced up and saw Bobby was nearly at the door. He jumped up and grabbed Bobby's wrist, jerking the younger man around to face him.

Bobby briefly glared at Scott. "What? If you're going to hit me, Scott, just do it and get it over with, ok?"

"Alright." Scott replied quietly.

Bobby was slightly puzzled, "'Alright'? What is that supposed to mean?"

"You said do it and get it over with. So close your eyes Drake, I'd hate to see you staring at me."

Oh shit. Bobby thought to himself as he grew nervous. "Um... fine." He closed his eyes and tried to keep his face neutral, waiting for the blow.

Scott bit his lip in a moment of nervousness before lowering his head and pressing his lips to Bobby's, praying that he'd heard him correctly and wasn't going to get frozen for this. Bobby was shocked at the kiss initiated by Scott, but quickly reciprocated it and wrapped his arms around Scott's neck.

Scott pulled back slightly. "I'm guessing that was ok?" He asked softly, his lips barely even half an inch from Bobby's

Bobby smiled, "Um.. yeah. That was more than 'ok'."

"Good." Scott replied with a grin, recapturing Bobby's lips and nipping at them, silently begging entrance to his mouth. Bobby moaned as he opened his mouth for Scott and began to run his hands through Scott's hair. Scott's tongue darted inside, exploring the cavern, his arms wrapped around Bobby's waist, pulling them close together. Bobby's hands moved from Scott's hair to his shoulders and over his back, tracing the muscles through the fabric of his shirt, causing Scott to moan softly. Scott slid his hands lower, running over Bobby's back and down to cup his ass briefly before trailing over his back again.

Bobby broke the kiss in desperate need of breath and looked into Scott's eyes through his glasses. "You're way too good at that, Scott." He smiled and winked.

Scott sighed sadly. "I believe you're the only one who thinks that."

"No way. Impossible." Bobby answered, briefly kissing Scott in response. "Even Warren's not that good."

Scott raised an eyebrow behind his glasses. "How would you know how Warren kisses, Drake?" He teased.

Bobby blushed slightly, "Well..." His eyes started to wander around Scott's office, "I was seventeen years old and curious?"

Scott moved his mouth to right next to Bobby's ear. "I was eighteen and knew what I was getting myself into." He whispered, before gently biting down on the outer rim.

Bobby gasped and moaned, "What? Oh god, Scott, that feels good."

Scott nipped at his ear again before moving his mouth down to Bobby's throat nipping and sucking between words. "I. Said. I've. Known. What. Warren. Kissed. Like. Since. I. Was. Eighteen."

Bobby grasped Scott by the shoulders for support as he leaned back against the door, his knees suddenly going weak. He was barely able to form a coherent thought through what Scott was doing to him. "Oh really?" He finally managed to ask.

"Yep." Scott straightened back up and smirked at Bobby. "What's wrong Bobby? You seem... flushed." He said in mock innocence.

"You are... quite the... son of a bitch, you know that?" Bobby panted.

"Well, if you think so little of me, I'll just go back to my paperwork..." Scott stepped back and began to move back to his desk.

Bobby grabbed Scott and spun him around, gently pushing him into the wall. "Oh no you don't." He smirked and began to nip and lick his way down Scott's neck.

"What...oh...god, Bobby." Scott muttered, now it being his turn to feel his knees try to buckle. "Just where the hell...god...did you learn to...mmm...do that?"

Bobby smiled as he began to undo some of the buttons on Scott's shirt, "Johnny Storm." he answered as he continued his path down Scott's neck and gently nipped at Scott's collarbone.

Scott pulled himself from his haze when Bobby began to undo his shirt. He gently reached for the other man's hands and pulled them away from the cloth. "Bobby... don't."

Bobby looked up, concern in his eyes, "What? I've seen everything before, Scott. We've known each other for ten years."

"But... not up close. I... I don't want you to have to see the scars." His voice broke slightly, shame evident in each word.

Bobby lovingly placed his hand on Scott's cheek and ran his finger's over the cheekbone. "How plainly can I say this... oh, I know... how about... I. Don't. Care. Scott, I know you heard me before, I love you, and I mean that. Nothing can change that. Nothing." He gently kissed Scott to accentuate his words. "Do you understand?"

Scott turned his head away. "I've heard that before. But they didn't mean it about the scars. I... I don't want to go through that again."

"Scott, I've seen them, and I don't care. We all have scars, mine are just on the inside, or only I can see them. Do you remember Onslaught?" Bobby put his hand on Scott's shoulder.

"Yeah...what does that have to do with this?"

Bobby sighed, "After we all got back to the mansion, do you remember how I refused to come out of my room for almost a week?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah.." Scott said slowly.

"I was paranoid, Scott. When I ran off and went to Emma Frost for help, I was half out of my mind. She helped me realize that I could heal myself, but even weeks later I could still see scars where a huge hole in my stomach should have been. I wasn't sure if they were real or not, and before they were scars, I could see the hole itself." Bobby confessed quietly.

"Oh, Bobby." Scott whispered, putting his arms around the young man. "Why didn't you tell me? We were all worried about you."

Bobby wrapped his arms around Scott and pulled him into a hug, "Because I was afraid. I didn't know what to do, what you and the others would think."

"You're starting to sound like me, you know that?" Scott half-joked.

Bobby smiled sadly, "I know. You're contagious." He sighed, and continued. "Anyway, my point is... I know they weren't there, but I thought they were, and I closed myself off because of that. I probably shouldn't have, and I don't want you to do the same thing. Is any of this making sense?"

"I resemble that remark!" Scott jokingly protested, then, "I guess it makes sense, but you could hide those. I can't hide mine. I'm ugly, Bobby. Ugly and I can't bear for you to turn me away. I'd rather lose you now than lose you after you've seen them."

Bobby sighed, "You won't lose me." He felt as if he was fighting a losing battle and thought of a new strategy. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to tell you how I felt about you? You know my track record of dating... I have never had even a half way descent relationship. I faced rejection head on when I told you that I love you. Now it's your turn, but you have the upper hand. I know about the scars, and I've seen them... and they don't scare me at all, they only scare you."

"You were scared to tell me? Track record... does that mean you don't expect this to work out either?" Scott sounded so much younger than his twenty-six years at that moment. "And I still maintain that you'll change your tune when you see them up close..."

Bobby sighed. "God, I hope this works out, I've wanted this for years, Scott. And as for the damn scars, look at it this way: I've dated a Human Torch, one of my best friends is a blue hairy thing, the other has wings, and I'm a walking ice-cube. Hell, I am the most accepting guy in the world! Since when did I become the adult in all this?" he raised an eyebrow in question.

"Wanted this for years? Me? Or the fact that maybe one day you could be more adult than me for a minute?" He smiled slightly, more of a twitch of his lips than anything else. "And only since you made me remember everything I hate about myself."

Bobby smiled at the first remark, but it quickly faded at the second. "Fuck, Scott. You really are scared. I didn't 'make' you do anything, you're letting them win. Scott, I want this, and I want you. But if you don't want me, just say it." Bobby dropped his gaze to the floor.

Scott dropped down on the couch, his voice muffled from behind his hands. "I can't help it. No matter how I feel, no matter how many times I think something just might work, it ends up being shot to hell. And I do want you Bobby, I have for a long time. But now what do you think of me? Not the perfect stick-in-the-ass leader everyone takes me for. You know me for me, the fucked up loser that I am."

Bobby looked at Scott and smiled, "I think you're finally normal." He answered.

Scott smiled back. "We're mutants, Bobby, we'll never be normal."

"Hell, this is normal for us." Bobby answered. "So you have a fault, I don't care." Bobby winked, "It's kinda nice, actually. Means you're not the 'stick-in-the-ass leader' I thought you were."

"So... you aren't disgusted by me?" Scott couldn't keep the hope from his voice, maybe finally someone could accept him completely, demons, scars, and all.

Bobby's smile widened as he knelt before Scott again. "No. The way Marrow eats, that I'm disgusted by. But you? When I was younger, it disgusted me how perfect you were. This though, I like. I love you, how many more times are you going to make me say that?" Bobby smirked.

Scott finally smiled a true smile. "Hmm.. maybe once more."

Bobby leaned forward, placing his hands on Scott's knees. "'K. I. Love. You."

"Nope, maybe again?" He chuckled and leaned forward, initiating another kiss.

"Oh no, I think you owe me a few. I confessed a whole hell of a lot, just now." Bobby answered in mock hurt before kissing Scott again.

"Oh? And who said I loved you?" Scott asked as they pulled back for air.

Bobby's eyes widened, "You had better be joking, Summers."

"What if I'm not, Drake?" Scott fought down the urge to smile and give away the joke.

Bobby leaned back, praying Scott was joking. "You wanna know how cold this room can get in two seconds flat?"

Scott leaned forward. "Want to see how I can stay warm just by looking at your gorgeous body?" He asked, running his tongue along the outer shell of Bobby's ear.

Bobby shuddered, but tried to stay angry, "Wanna see it incased in ice?"

Scott bit the earlobe gently, one hand trailing up and down Bobby's chest, running across the nipples through the shirt. "Why? When it could be incased in something so much better?"

"Oh... oh god." Bobby moaned. "Wait. Did you say 'gorgeous'?" Bobby asked.

"Yep." He replied, nipping at his neck again. "And handsome." A soft kiss. "And beautiful." He licked the hollow of Bobby's throat. "And very very sexy."

Bobby gasped at the attention his neck was getting, "You have got to be kidding."

"Why?"

"Let's just say I don't agree with you, but you can believe whatever you want." Bobby answered.

"And I still think you're suffering from delusions."

Bobby smiled, "I probably am. But if you're serious, than thank you."

"Yes I'm serious, especially if you really mean that you love me and won't leave me if you see what I look like under my shirt."

"You know I really mean it."

"I don't know that you really mean it, but I hope you do, and it seems that way."

"Ok then, how about this. I strip, then I can't leave." Bobby winked.

"God Bobby, you strip, I might just not let you ever leave."

"Hear that? That's the sound of me complaining." Bobby said as he pulled Scott into a kiss.

Scott responded whole-heartedly, only pulling back when it seemed that they were in desperate need for oxygen. "Did you hear that?"

"Huh?" Bobby asked, not really thinking clearly.

"That was the sound of me upset about the sound of your complaining." Scott replied, struggling to remember his train of thought.

Bobby chuckled, "I had no idea you could make jokes, Scott Summers."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Robert Drake."

"And I can't wait to find it all out. Now can we get on with this? I'm not known for patience." Bobby jokingly declared.

"I'll lend you a Guns N Roses CD."

"And I'm lost. But you know what? I don't care." Bobby leaned in and began to kiss and nip at Scott's neck.

"Patience, Robert, Patience."

Bobby leaned back, "Fine. Now, I can beat Guns N Roses... I have a Monkees CD."

"Nothing wrong with them, nothing at all. Now why the hell did you stop?"

"Umm... you said patience... may I continue?" Bobby asked.

"Do you even know who Guns N Roses are?" Scott asked in exasperation, leaning his head back in a silent plea for Bobby to resume his earlier task.

Bobby leaned in and began lavishing attention to Scott's neck, "Hell ya. They're cool. Could be worse, could be any number of hair bands." Then he laughed, "Wait, you like hair bands?"

"Certain ones..." He moaned. "I'd meant.....shit...the song... oh damn....Patience."

Bobby nipped gently at Scott's earlobe, "Oh! I got ya."

"Now that you've got me, whatcha gonna do with me?" Scott asked playfully.

"Ooh, wouldn't you love to know." Bobby answered as he ran his hands over Scott's shirt covered chest.

"Actually, yes. Hence the question."

"Whatever I do is completely up to you, how's that? I don't want to push you." Bobby answered.

"How far have you ever gone Bobby?" Scott asked seriously, stilling the hands roaming over his chest.

Bobby leaned back again to look at Scott. "My first and last boyfriend was Johnny, and we went all the way, but only a few times. You?"

"Truthfully?"

"Yes."

"Done it all. Some not by choice."

Bobby's eyes sobered, "Oh, um... are you ok with this then? Or do you want to stop?"

"No, it was a long time ago Bobby, I'm fine. Really, love, I'm fine."

Bobby blushed and smiled at the term of endearment, "Ok then, what we do is up to you."

"Well, we might be more comfortable somewhere else...say my room or....?" Scott left the invitation open, not wanting to seem overzealous or reckless.

"Where ever you want to go. Your couch isn't all that comfortable anyway, and desks can get dangerous..." Bobby blushed even more and dropped his head, "Did I really say that out loud?"

"Yes, but hey, don't worry, I know what you mean by it."

"Ok." Bobby stood up and offered his hand to Scott. "So?"

Scott took Bobby's hand and stood, standing behind Bobby and wrapping his arms around the slender waist, laying his head on Bobby's shoulder, sucking at his neck. "your call."

Bobby moaned and moved his hand to massage the back of Scott's neck. "My room or yours? Decide quick."

"You decide."

"Ok fine. Yours is closer." Bobby stated.

"Good call." Scott replied, opening the door and glancing out in the hall. "No one's out, I'd say we could race but..."

"Nah. Shall we?" Bobby answered from behind the door.

"Let's go." He looked back. "And get out from behind the damn door, Drake."

Bobby laughed and mock saluted, "Yes sir, Mr. Summers, sir."

Scott pulled Bobby tight against his body. "Like following orders, Drake?" He asked huskily before releasing him and walking towards his room.

Bobby gaped at Scott before coming to his senses and following, "If they're delivered like that, oh god yes."

"No," he said. "He was my father."

Scott turned the corner and nearly ran into Ororo and Rogue. "Oh hi 'Ro, Rogue, how are you both today?" He asked, praying that he didn't have any noticeable marks from his and Bobby's earlier play.

Bobby heard Scott and groaned. of course! Why the hell not, let's run into one goddess and one nice but nosy southerner! He turned the corner and smiled at the two women. "Hey, 'Ro, hi Rogue." He said with a smile.

"Hey, yerself." Rogue answered.

"What are you two gentlemen up to today?" Ororo asked politely.

Scott put on his disapproving leader face. "Tired of Drake screwing up in the Danger Room sessions. Figured I could lend him a few of those books you gave me. We're going to get them now."

"Yeah, right. This should be fun." Bobby groaned, acting as if he had forgotten about that part of the trip.

"I'll leave you to your task." Ororo moved past them.

Rogue clapped Bobby on the back. "Nice one, Popsicle, always gettin' yerself in messes."

Bobby smiled at Rouge, "That's me!" She walked off and Bobby glanced up to see Scott was gone. He walked the rest of the way to Scott's room and knocked on the door.

Scott opened it with a smirk, a stack of books in his arms. "Here ya go, Drake."

Bobby looked up one side of the hall and down the other, finding them empty. He then winked at Scott before he pushed him back into his room, walked in, and closed the door behind him, kissing Scott in the process.

"I was going to suggest you look through the top book, but hands on experience works much better, hmm?" Scott asked, kicking the books out of the way.

"You bet it does." Bobby answered.

"You don't even have a clue what book I meant, Drake. You have such a one track mind." Scott pulled off Bobby's shirt and ran his hands over the skin.

Bobby shivered and moaned at the skin on skin contact, "And you're what, shocked and amazed? Bobby looked down at the books, "What is it, 'Kama Sutra for Dummies'?"

"Close, very close. Would you believe Ororo bought me 'Kama Sutra ' for my 21st birthday?" Scott asked, then bent his head and licked along Bobby's pectorals, gently biting on a nipple.

Bobby said something incoherent at Scott's actions, then tried to recollect himself, "No, I wouldn't." He chuckled slightly.

"Too bad, because she did. And I'm nearly 100% sure she knew which book I meant too."

Bobby tried to keep focused, "'Which book'?"

"Two words. Starts with Kama ends with Sutra." Scott rolled his eyes and repeated his actions with Bobby's other nipple.

"Oh yeah, well, you're makin' it hard for me to focus, not that I mind, and please don't stop." Bobby rambled.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up." Scott growled, pulling Bobby into a hard kiss, his tongue delving into the warm mouth. Bobby moaned into Scott's mouth, as he began to run his hands up and down Scott's arms. Scott's hands gripped at Bobby's shoulders and then one hand went to play with the dark blonde hair at the nape of his neck, blunt teeth nipping at Bobby's lip

Bobby moved away slightly to look into Scott's eyes, "Can I take your shirt of now?"

Scott hesitated before nodding slowly, clenching his eyes shut and biting at his own bottom lip, bowing his head.

Bobby unbuttoned Scott's shirt and pulled it off of him. "Thank you." He whispered, leaning up to kiss Scott on the forehead.

"You're welcome." Scott murmured so quietly he was almost unheard. He was still tense though, eyes clenched, body rigid.

Bobby hovered his hands over Scott's chest before he carefully made contact and began to run them up and down. "You're beautiful. Now just relax."

Scott slowly relaxed his posture, his breathing slightly hitched. "Hey, Bobby?"

"Hey what?"

"I just wanted to say something now. I..." He took a deep breath and looked down at Bobby, staring into his eyes through the glasses. "I love you."

Bobby's face lit up, "Thank god."

Despite his fear, Scott couldn't help but chuckle. "What's that all about, Drake?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just fairly certain I wouldn't take rejection very well right now." Bobby answered with a smile. "I love you too."

It was Scott's turn to grin and lift Bobby's chin for a kiss, this one slow, sweet, and lingering. Bobby moved his hands to the base of Scott's neck and deepened the kiss. Scott moaned into Bobby's mouth and kneaded his back and shoulders, pressing himself against the shorter mutant. Bobby pressed his hips against Scott and moaned in response. Scott drew a breath in a sharp hiss at the contact and forgot about wanting the kiss to be of love and not lust and deepened the kiss further, sucking on Bobby's tongue. Bobby's hands moved from Scott's neck down his slender back, fingers tracing invisible patterns on their way down. Scott's breath caught as Bobby's fingers trailed over the multiple scars that completely covered his entire back. Bobby's hands stopped mid way and he just held on to the man in his arms. Scott broke the kiss and dropped his head on Bobby's shoulder.

One of Bobby's hands came up to rest on the back of Scott's neck, "Scott?"

"Yeah?" Scott replied quietly, still resting his head on Bobby's shoulder.

"You ok?" Bobby asked softly.

"Just fine, why?"

Bobby smiled, "Good, just checking."

Scott's brow furrowed, but he just shrugged and smiled. "You are a strange one, Drake."

"You should've figured that out years ago." Bobby retorted.

"Bite me, Drake." Scott answered automatically.

Bobby nibbled on Scott's neck, "You serious?"

"Should have known you'd do that." Scott groaned. "But I'm not complaining." He added, smiling.

"I dare you to complain." Bobby whispered as he licked the edge of Scott's ear.

"Actually, I do have a complaint." Scott replied.

Bobby leaned back to look at Scott, "Oh?"

"Yeah." Scott moved his head and kissed Bobby again, scratching his short nails over Bobby's chest and nipples.

"Yeah?" Bobby moaned, "Well... lay it on me."

"You were talking too much." Scott replied, shrugging. "I finally found a way to keep you quiet... Just don't walk in on a class and make me have to shut you up."

Bobby laughed, "Tempting thought."

"Kissing would lead to groping though."

"And groping..." Bobby answered as he went back to nibbling and licking his way down Scott's neck while his hands wondered down Scott's chest, "would lead to what?"

"Something minors shouldn't be allowed to witness." Scott replied, moaning, his hands gripping Bobby's hips

Bobby shuddered and smiled, "Ooh, thank god I'm not a minor." He said as he pressed himself against Scott.

"That makes two of us." Scott whispered huskily, nipping at Bobby's pulse point and moving down to take a nipple in his mouth, biting down.

"Ok, I've had it." Bobby groaned, "To many clothes" He said as his hands wondered down to Scott's belt.

"Wait." Scott said suddenly. "You sure about this, Bobby?"

Bobby smiled, "I'm sure if you're sure."

"I'm sure. I'm very sure."

Bobby winked and undid Scott's belt, "Good."

Scott helped Bobby pull off his belt, moving his mouth back to the other man's ear, licking the rim before biting down, remembering the response he'd gotten last time. Bobby gasped and struggled to keep focus as he undid the button and unzipped the fly of Scott's pants. Scott chuckled at Bobby's reaction and switched his attention to the other ear, blowing softly in it before biting gently.

"Oh god, do that again." Bobby moaned, grasping Scott's hips.

"Do what?" Scott asked, "This," He blew in Bobby's ear again. "Or this?" Another bite on the flesh.

"Both." Bobby gasped.

Scott laughed deep in his throat and pulled the earlobe slightly into his mouth, his hands going down to Bobby's jeans. One of Bobby's hands stayed on Scott's hip as the other one wandered up to Scott's chest and began to play with one of his nipples. Scott moaned and arched slightly into the touch, his fingers finding the zipper of Bobby's jeans even as he licked and sucked at Bobby's ear and neck. Bobby's hands moved up to Scott's shoulders as his knees started to go weak again.

Scott felt Bobby trembling and stopped his ministrations. "Bobby? Are you ok, love?" He asked, his voice full of concern

"Oh yeah, I'm more than fine." Bobby breathed, "Just a bit unsteady, is all. Don't stop."

"You sure? Are you sure we don't need Hank or Jean to check you over, make sure that mistake you made in the Danger Room didn't hurt you?" Scott's hold on his feelings had broken and worry was clear in every word.

"Oh, quit being the leader for just an hour, please?" Bobby asked, understanding and compassion in his voice and eyes, "The last thing I want is Hank or Jean right now. I'm fine, scout's honor."

"I'm not being the leader." Scott protested indignantly.

Bobby smiled and kissed him on the nose, "Ok, but I'm fine, really."

Scott grinned. "Ok. Now if you'd said I was being the overprotective b.... lo... whatever, I would have maybe gone for that."

"You're always overprotective." Bobby answered. Scott's stammer caught his attention, "What was that?"

"What was what?"

"What were you going to say?"

"Who said I was about to say anything?" Scott replied, going for the "who me, say something? Naw." aspect.

Bobby wasn't about to buy it, "You never stop yourself from saying anything, what was it?" He restarted his gentle caresses on Scott's chest and leaned forward to lick the base of Scott's throat.

"Mmm." Scott stepped back to collect his thoughts. "You sure you really wanna know?"

"I really want to know."

"What are we, Bobby?" Scott asked softly, looking down into Bobby's eyes. He wished for the hundredth time that he could see colors. He wanted to know if they were pale blue like the ice Bobby created or dark blue, like the color of sapphires. god Summers, you're a sap

Bobby thought for a moment before he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, Well, you could either tell him what you want, or toss the ball back in his court, Drake. He thought to himself, Oh, hell. Quit being a chicken. "Lovers?" Bobby closed his eyes, not sure he wanted to see Scott's statement. Ooh, that was gutsy, you insecure moron.

Scott breathed a sigh of relief. "Bobby, open your eyes and look at me." Bobby opened one eye, then the other and focused on Scott nervously. Scott smiled and cupped Bobby's chin in his hand. "Lovers works for me."

Bobby's released the breath he didn't realize he was holding and smiled widely, "Really?"

"Well, there's a few choices. We could be fuckbuddies, friends with benefits, lovers, or boyfriends, or a combination of two. It's up to you."

Bobby tried to hold back his laughter and be serious, "Um... lovers is good, boyfriends sounds good too." He could barely keep a serious statement, "Oh, I'm loving this new Scott Summers... 'fuckbuddies'!?!"

"What 'new Scott Summers'?" Scott asked indignantly, looking insulted by Bobby's laughter.

Bobby took a deep breath to regain control, "I just can't believe you actually said 'fuckbuddies'. About an hour ago, I wouldn't have believed anyone if they told me you said that. I'm learnin' whole new things about you, Scott, and I like it."

"That's what I'd meant when I said that there were lots of things you didn't know about me." Scott said, referring to his words from the office. "You never knew I wasn't straight either did you? Or that I found you attractive. Or that I owned a Kama Sutra. Or liked Guns N Roses." He sighed heavily. "No one's ever tried to get to know me. They just write me off as stuck-up or too strict and leave it at that."

Bobby put his hands back on Scott's shoulders, "I'm sorry. I know how you feel. I would have never guessed you weren't straight, though I'm thankin' every god I can think of you're not, and that you find me attractive, even though I would have never believed that either. As for the book and the music? Well, I'm learning to expect anything from you. To be honest, I don't think anyone here knows the real me but Hank. And I don't think anyone here really knows anyone else. We're all really good at facades."

"They protect us, like a shield." Scott smiled and kissed Bobby once, chastely. "And hey, I'll make you a deal. I'll let you learn about the real me if you'll let me know the real you."

"I can do that, but you might find my CD collection kinda scary. Oh, and I own the Complete Works of Shakespeare too." Bobby smiled.

"Shakespeare? You?" Scott asked incredulously. "Oh boy, I definitely didn't expect that from you. Complete Far Side series, maybe. Which, by the way, I own."

"Oh, I have that too! Shakespeare was a gift from Hank when I was fifteen. I was having trouble sleeping and he suggested I read it. I read "Hamlet" first and loved it."

"I think I might just love the real Bobby Drake more than I love the practical joker I've known for years."

Bobby blushed again, "You say that now, just wait till you see what kind of music I like." he answered, kissing Scott.

When they broke the kiss, Scott looked at Bobby curiously. "What's up with you and your obsession with saying you have scary CDs?"

"Would you believe I have anything from The Beatles to Tool and everything in between, including a stray boy band?"

"And I own every last Aerosmith CD there is, plus tons of other groups, no boy bands though, but I do have a No Doubt CD somewhere."

Bobby chuckled, "'Somewhere'." Then he realized something and smiled again, "And you say I talk to much."

"You want me to shut up, why don't you make me?"

"Ooh, is that a challenge?" Bobby asked, but didn't allow Scott to answer as he pulled Scott into a passionate kiss.

Scott retaliated enthusiastically, his arms tight around Bobby's waist.

Bobby's arms moved from Scott's shoulders to his neck as his fingers began to run through Scott's hair.

Scott sighed into Bobby's mouth, but soon pulled back, laughing silently.

"Something funny?" Bobby asked huskily.

"Yeah." Scott replied, chuckling, bracing himself on Bobby's shoulder.

Bobby was confused, "Um... ok. Wanna fill me in on the joke?" He asked, raising and eyebrow.

"Just the fact that we've been standing in a perfectly nice serviceable bedroom for nearly twenty minutes and only have our shirts off."

"Ok, so that is funny." Bobby smiled, then said in his best leader 'something-ordering-you-to-do-something' voice, "Drop your drawers."

"Oh? And why should I? Why not you?"

"Who said I wouldn't too?" Bobby asked as innocently as he could.

Scott pulled Bobby close, kissed him forcefully until they both desperately needed air and then released him. "You first, Drake." He replied in his 'Fearless-Leader' voice.

Bobby raised an eyebrow, but complied and got out of his pants. He now stood completely naked in front of Scott, having gone commando that day.

"Why Bobby, letting it all hang free are you? Or maybe stand free would be the more appropriate term right now, hmm?" Scott teased, eyes roaming shamelessly over Bobby's entire body.

"Laundry day." Bobby smiled, "Your turn."

"Boxers actually, laundry day is tomorrow, thanks for asking."

"Fine." He shook his head, "Well, you see what you do to me." He said gesturing to his hard cock, "so let's make this a bit more fair?"

Scott laughed and ran a hand over Bobby's bare hip and outer thigh. "I already told you, you could have iced the office and I would have been perfectly comfortable by looking at you. And that was when you were still fully dressed." Nonetheless, Scott complied, stripping off his jeans and boxer shorts, thankful he'd been feeling more mature that day and hadn't worn the Scooby Doo ones. Bobby shuddered at the touch and watched Scott strip. He smiled predatorily at Scott's nude form.

Scott suddenly felt self-conscious and kept his back turned away from Bobby. "Now what, love?"

Bobby shook himself out of the many fantasies that suddenly flew through his mind and his statement turned innocently happy, "Whatever you want to do. I want this to be as much your decision as it is mine." Bobby answered honestly.

Scott took a step closer to Bobby and placed both hands on his hips, pulling him into a soft kiss. "How was that?"

"Oh god." Bobby moaned, he shook his head, refocusing, "What?"

Scott laughed and kissed Bobby's nose. "I'd asked 'how was that?' But I'm guessing it wasn't too bad."

"Oh, that was great." Bobby answered, wrapping his arms around Scott's waist.

"Good." Scott kissed Bobby again, pulling their bodies closer together.

Bobby shuddered at the contact and held Scott tighter.

"Love you." Scott whispered in Bobby's ear, one hand rubbing circles on his lower back.

"Oh god, I love you too."

"You love god, ok, what about me?" Scott joked.

"You are a god, how's that?" Bobby answered, "Can we move to the bed now? I'm not sure how much longer I can stand here."

Scott blushed slightly. "Pathological liar?" He asked as he took Bobby's hand and pulled him towards the bed.

"You know something not." Bobby answered, "Hey! I finally got you to blush." He laughed slightly and kissed Scott before he pulled the two of them onto the bed.

"Never even been told I was handsome, then you said I was a god... thank you." Scott replied softly, lying on his side facing Bobby.

"And I meant every word." Bobby said. "This coming from the guy who told me I'm gorgeous. Trust me, I pretty much don't get that at all, if ever."

"We really are two fucked up mutant freaks aren't we?" Scott said jokingly though there was sadness in his voice.

Bobby gently ran his fingers over Scott's jaw line, "I love you just the way you are, fucked up mutant freak or not."

"No," he said. "He was my father."

Scott turned his head and kissed Bobby's hand, his tongue licking at the fingertips. Bobby smiled warmly as his other hand drew invisible designs up and down Scott's torso.

"Seems to be the day for the 'L' word hmm?" He placed his hand over the one of Bobby's that was lying on his face.

"I've probably never heard the word this much in one day, let alone an hour or so."

"Complaining about the overabundance?"

"Oh hell no."

"Good, because you're about to hear it again. I love you, your music tastes and delusions and all."

"Well, I've got a lot of delusions, I'll admit that." Bobby blushed and said quietly, "It's nice to feel loved for once."

"Get used to it." Scott retorted, one arm going over Bobby's hip, reaching the other out to run his fingertips over Bobby's face. "I wish I knew what you looked like." He murmured almost inaudibly.

Bobby took a deep breath and smiled. He concentrated on what Scott had just said and processed it, "Knew what I looked like? You mean color wise?"

"Yeah."

He leaned and gently kissed Scott, "I never thought about that."

"No one does. Not many people even know I can't see colors. Charles, Jean, Ororo, and now you are the only ones who know."

"I kinda know what it's like not to see colors, but I find it comforting. When I'm in ice-form, everything is in heat vision, kinda."

"I've nearly forgotten what they all look like. I know first hand what 'seeing red' looks and feels like."

Bobby smiled a little, "Yeah, I got that." He continued his invisible sketches on Scott's chest.

Scott drew in a ragged breath. "Bobby, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Bobby asked, then looked at his hand, "Nothing. Oh, wait, I'm drawing something." Bobby closed his eyes and concentrated to figure out what it was. "I'm drawing... a rose." He opened his eyes and smiled at Scott, "Well, who knew?"

"A rose?"

"Yep."

"Weirdo."

"Stupid head." Bobby jokingly retorted, "Hey, it could very well be anything, so be happy it's a rose. You know, I used to be quite the artist when I was a kid."

"Drawing what? Stick figures?" Scott teased.

"Ha ha." Bobby answered, "That's it, no more Mister Nice Guy." Bobby rolled slightly on top of Scott, but not enough to pin him as he began to trace the invisible rose with his tongue.

"Bobby, what...." He trailed off when Bobby's tongue touched his skin. "Oh god..." he moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillow.

Thought you'd like that Bobby thought to himself as his hands moved up and down Scott's sides.

"Like that? Keep it up and I won't be held responsible for what happens to you." Bobby raised his head, "Wait, you heard that?"

"Huh? You didn't say it?"

"Now, I'm not sure." Bobby answered, "But I don't care."

"Me either." Scott raised his head slightly to look at Bobby. "Done with your picture?"

"Why, what are ya gonna do to me?" Bobby asked with a smirk.

"Wanted to kiss you again but....."

"'But'? There's a 'but'? Why is there a 'but'?"

"Doesn't have to be."

"Better not be. Now kiss me, already." Bobby smiled.

"Since when did you start trying to give the orders, Blondie?" Scott questioned, moving to take Bobby's mouth into another kiss, wondering why the hell he kept feeling like kissing the other mutant. never kissed jean this much

do I look like Jean to you? Bobby asked without breaking the kiss.

not in the least. You're much sexier

good. Hey, this is pretty cool.

Scott broke the kiss and stared at Bobby in shock. "Wait a second. You heard that?"

"Every word." Bobby answered calmly.

"But I thought it."

"Don't look at me, But thank you for thinking I'm sexier than Jean." Bobby winked, I would have never guessed that

purple oranges took over the world last Saturday Scott thought, waiting to see if Bobby picked up on that one. oh and you are, but she had some nice...ya know.

"That is enough of that thought, buddy." Bobby said, kissing Scott thoroughly. And why are you thinking of purple oranges? I thought I was the screwball in this relationship. Bobby broke the kiss and looked down at Scott, smirking, "Ya still thinking about Jean's nice... ya knows?"

Scott laughed and gave Bobby a peck on the cheek. "Nope, thinking about your...equipment."

Bobby blushed, "One track mind, I swear."

"I know you have one, but I told you, I don't mind."

"Good." Bobby smiled, "So, who's on top?"

"You can decide."

"um... you?" Bobby answered, blushing even more.

Scott gaped at Bobby. "You want me to?"

"I don't know... Johnny always took control..."

Scott pulled Bobby's chin up to look at him. "It's your decision. Alright?"

"Um.. ok." Bobby looked directly into Scott's eyes through the glasses, "I want you on top."

Scott smiled softly and ran his hand over Bobby's face. "Ok. Love you."

Bobby returned the smile, "Love you too."

Scott let his hand skim down Bobby's side and brushed over his thigh and back up, trailing over his ass and lower back as he nipped at the pale shoulder near his mouth. Bobby quivered and moaned at Scott's actions.

"Ya like that huh?"

"Oh yeah, I love it."

"Hmm..." He raked a nail along Bobby's inner thigh.

"oh god.." Bobby writhed.

"Yes?" Scott replied with a smirk, stopping his motions.

"Don't stop." Bobby whimpered.

He repeated the action along the other thigh, sucking bits of Bobby's neck and shoulder into his mouth, trying to taste as much of his skin as he could. Bobby moaned and sighed at Scott's actions, no longer able to think straight.

"Earth to Bobby, come in Bobby." Scott chanted, waiting for the glazed look to leave the other man's eyes

Bobby blinked a few times and focused on Scott's face, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"

"What?" It was Scott's turn to blink and pull his mind from the naughty path it had taken. "No... But that's not what I'd wanted to say. Um..." He blushed slightly. "How do you want to, ya know, do this?"

"Well you are." Bobby retorted before he answered Scott's question. "You mean, position wise?"

"Um...yeah. And thank you."

Bobby thought for a second, "You mind if we face each other?"

"That's fine, however you want." Scott replied, grinning and pushing Bobby onto his back. He crawled over Bobby and began to lick down his throat and chest, biting the nipples before moving lower and letting his tongue swirl around and in Bobby's bellybutton. Bobby tried to stay still, but found it difficult at Scott's actions, gripping the sheets underneath him as he moaned and writhed.

"You just move all over the place don't you babe?" Scott asked, laughing and worrying a bit of flesh between his lips and teeth.

"I think Hank said I have ADD once." Bobby answered, amazed at himself that he could even form a complete sentence at the moment.

"Glad to know you can spell 'add'." Scott remarked, placing his hands on Bobby's hips to keep him somewhat still.

"Oh, being smart, are ya?" Bobby breathed.

"Who me? Nope. What gave you that idea?"

"No...idea." Bobby answered.

"Bobby, we could be under attack right now from a ship of aliens and you wouldn't notice would you?"

"The question is..." Bobby tried to even out his breathing "Would I care?"

"You might. If I decided the leader was really hot." Scott moved lower and blew across the head of Bobby's cock.

"Fuck!" Bobby gasped at Scott's actions, "You wouldn't do that to me... make that better not." Bobby said quickly.

"Not in this lifetime." But after a few days of me, you might he added silently, forgetting Bobby could hear his thoughts.

Never. Bobby answered.

huh? Oh...fuck! Scott felt like kicking himself, he'd forgotten their newest bout of weirdness was being able to hear the other's thoughts.

my sentiments exactly... now, can we?

Scott chuckled and licked Bobby's cock once before blowing across it again and moving back up his lover's body. Lover. He thought, slightly giddy. damn but that sounds funny

"Get used to it." Bobby moaned and smiled.

"Used to what? the word lovers? I prefer thinking of you as my sex toy, but lovers would work I suppose." Scott teased, leaning over Bobby to reach for a wooden box in his nightstand.

Bobby chuckled, "Sex toy? I could do that too."

Scott snorted with laughter. "So, still wanting to..."

"Go all the way? You bet."

"Good, just wanted to offer you the chance to back out, in case, ya know, if you finally realized who you were with."

"Oh, I am well aware of who I'm with, and I couldn't be more sure of this even if I tried." Bobby answered confidently.

"Sure know how to make me feel better." Scott nodded to the box beside Bobby's head. "We'll need what's in there I guess."

"Ok, works for me. Nice box." Bobby said as he looked the wooden box over.

"Thanks."

"Welcome." Bobby winked and smiled.

"I, uh, made it. A long time ago."

"Really? It's nice." Bobby looked it over again, "Did you know what it would be used for?" he joked.

"Can't say that I'd figured I'd be keeping lube and condoms in it, that's for sure."

"Well, either way, it's a great box with a great use." Scott laughed and ran his fingers over Bobby's sides. Bobby sighed and tried to keep from giggling, "I used to be really ticklish."

Scott ran his fingers over the same spot again and again. "Oh and you aren't now?"

Bobby closed his eyes in concentration, "Not if I focus."

"But then it's no fun." Scott stuck out his lower lip. "I love hearing you laugh."

Bobby opened one eye, "Oh?" He noticed Scott's statement and smiled, "You're pouting! I never thought you had it in you." Bobby's concentration was forgotten. "You're cute when you pout."

"Didn't have it in me?" Scott stuck his lower lip out further, doing a remarkably good 'sad puppy' impression, even without being able to see his eyes. Then he smiled shyly. "You really think so?"

"Sure do. Then again, I pretty much think you're cute no matter what you do, I'm just a sucker for pouting." Bobby leaned up and kissed Scott.

Scott returned the kiss with enthusiasm, throwing a leg over one of Bobby's, twining them together slightly.

Bobby released the bed sheets and linked his hands behind Scott's neck.

Scott cupped Bobby's face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over Bobby's jaw and face.

"Are you ready?" Bobby asked. I can be as patient as you need me to be, Scott, remember that.

"Yeah. " I know Bobby, and you have no idea how much that means to me.

Wish I could come up with something more dignified, but ditto. Bobby opened the box.

my but you would make quite the public speaker. Scott chuckled mentally, sliding a condom onto his throbbing erection.

oh, you have no idea. my speeches could bring world peace, I'm sure. Bobby answered as he watched Scott.

I'm sure. 'And so, I just have to say ditto to what the other guy said and people, just get along, like Bugs and Daffy or Calvin and Hobbes or Ren and Stimpy.' Yeah, great speech.

you got it! Bobby smiled up at Scott as his hands roamed his lover's back.

"Bobby?" Scott asked quietly, one slick finger pressing against the cleft of Bobby's ass.

Bobby fought to keep his eyes open Boy, do you suck at focusing, Drake. he scolded himself, "Yeah?"

"You ok? Ya seemed kind of..out of it." Scott said, concern in his voice. please don't have gotten yourself a concussion from the Danger Room

Bobby smiled, touched at the concern, "Really, please stop worrying. I'm fine and I want to do this."

Scott nodded and slowly slid his finger into Bobby. "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier."

Bobby shuddered at the intimate touch, "S'ok. I understand."

Scott looked sharply at Bobby. "You ok? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, Scott. You could never hurt me. Just keep going, I'll be fine."

He carefully eased another finger in and leaned up to kiss Bobby's forehead, cheeks, and nose.

Bobby moaned and smiled, "Oh, that feels wonderful."

Scott moved his fingers in a slow rhythm as he took Bobby's lips in a kiss. Bobby ran his fingers through Scott's hair as he writhed at the attentions he was getting. Scott gently scissored his fingers, stretching Bobby's passage as his other hand trailed over the lean body below him.

still ok? Scott asked mentally.

I'm great.

Scott crooked his finger, brushing it against Bobby's prostate.

Bobby quivered, "Oh god yes... Scott." Bobby moaned, barely able to think, but trying to keep his concentration.

"Barely done anything yet and you're already moaning my name." Scott nipped at Bobby's ear and slid his tongue around it. "Why do I have the feeling I just got myself a very vocal lover?" He teased, sliding a third digit into Bobby, trying to make their impending coupling as painless as possible.

Bobby smiled, "And you're surprised?" He moaned, "You always said... I could never... keep my mouth shut. Don't start thinking... I'm gonna shut it... now."

"Then why don't we find something to occupy your mouth with hmm?" Scott replied, covering Bobby's mouth with his own and thrusting his tongue into the warm mouth at the same pace he thrust his fingers into Bobby's body. Bobby's hips rocked with Scott's thrust as he caught Scott's tongue and sucked on it. Scott moaned into Bobby's mouth as he withdrew his fingers. Bobby whimpered at the loss of contact.

"If you'd rather me just finger fuck you..." Scott trailed off, smirking.

"Oh hell no." Bobby breathed. "The real thing is always better."

Scott chuckled and moved to sit between Bobby's legs, the head of his cock pressing against Bobby's opening. "Don't wanna hurt you, so tell me if it does." He'd covered his condom-sheathed erection in lube to make it easier on his lover.

"Will do." Bobby answered, concentrating on keeping relaxed and calm.

Scott slowly pushed into Bobby's body, inch by agonizing inch until he was fully inside his lover. He held still, waiting for Bobby to make the first move, praying he hadn't hurt him. Bobby adjusted to the pressure and sighed once Scott was finally sheathed within him. He waited for a few seconds before he took the initiative and slowly started a rhythm for Scott to follow. Scott slipped easily into the rhythm and began to move inside Bobby, his hands braced on the bed near Bobby's upper chest.

god, so tight, so hot, love you

Bobby moaned as Scott's cock brushed against his prostate. oh, I love you so damn much he answered through their newly formed, but still very odd link, no longer able to actually speak in complete sentences.

Scott brushed his hands across Bobby's chest and stomach, letting one hand wrap around Bobby's straining cock. this TP thing getting to you any?

Oh no.. Bobby smiled, lifting his hips slightly, happy his cock was about to get some attention too. Not in the least. You?

Actually, yes Scott admitted, beginning to stroke Bobby's shaft in time with the thrusts into his body.

Ok, we can stop. The TP thing I mean, you stop what you're doing to me otherwise, and I kill ya. Bobby smiled.

no, that's not it, it's just weird...nice, but weird. He laughed and licked Bobby's jaw line. if I stopped now, I'd kill myself

Bobby's hands rested on Scott's hips for grounding, "Oh fuck, Scott..." He moaned.

"Actually it's 'fuck Bobby', but hey, maybe 'fuck Scott' another night." Scott joked, running his thumb repeatedly over the head of Bobby's cock as he stroked it.

"As long as there's fucking involved, I'm game." Bobby answered, smirking. "Oh god, that's amazing."

Scott changed their positions slightly so that with each thrust he hit Bobby's prostate on both the in and out stroke. His train of thought was broken by the sensations traveling through his body and he just moaned quietly, barely able to remember to keep fondling his lover. Bobby writhed underneath Scott as he gripped Scott's hips tighter.

"Keep that up and I'll have your fingertips bruised into my skin." Scott remarked, but quickly kissed Bobby to show he was just kidding around.

Bobby smiled, "Battle wounds."

"The horizontal mamba war?"

"Oh, it was horrible!" Bobby said in mock horror, "Condoms and lube everywhere!" He joked.

"I wasn't going to but he held me down at tongue point!" Scott added, grinning.

Bobby giggled, "Ooh, that must have been such a terrible ordeal!"

"Oh it was, and then, every time I tried to talk, he got the idea to play tonsil hockey, and you know me, I love hockey."

Bobby reached up with one hand and placed it behind Scott's neck, "Oh, ya do, do ya?" He pulled Scott down into a searing kiss. Scott sighed into Bobby's mouth and melted against him, his hips still thrusting, but his hand just lay still, wrapped around Bobby's cock.

Scott? You still there? Bobby asked, not wanting to break the kiss.

uh huh, why?

Oh, just could use some attention, is all. Bobby answered, a joking tone in his mental voice.

Scott pulled back from the kiss, his chest heaving. "All ears, whatcha wanna say?" He asked, pretending to not know what his lover meant.

Bobby panted, trying to regain control, "No fair if you have all the fun." Bobby answered, gesturing to his cock.

Scott smirked and began to fist Bobby with renewed effort, stroking roughly. "like that?"

Bobby arched his back as Scott fisted him, "Oh god, yes!"

"I'm guessing so." He gave up on keeping control and began to nearly pound Bobby into the bed, feeling his release nearing. He fisted Bobby harder and faster. Bobby rocked with Scott as he grasped the sheets below him. Scott began to suck on Bobby's neck, never slowing in his other actions, wanting to give Bobby as much pleasure as he could. Bobby dropped his head to the side, giving Scott full access to his neck as he moaned, knowing he was getting close to losing control.

that's it baby, lost control, cum for me. Scott said huskily in Bobby's mind. ya know, this TP isn't bad at all, I could suck you off and carry on a convo at the same time

Now there's a good use Bobby replied as his breathing became more ragged. He threw his head back as he lost complete control, yelling Scott's name as he came. Scott groaned as Bobby's release spilt over his hand and stomach and his body clenched around his throbbing cock, causing him to only thrust once more before he came, tensing up and sighing Bobby's name before just leaning forward to catch his breath.

"No," he said. "He was my father."

Bobby lay still, trying to steady his breathing as he reached up to gently caress Scott's face, I love you so much, Scott Summers

Scott turned his head and kissed Bobby's palm. Love you too, Robert Drake. He slowly pulled out of Bobby and moved away long enough to dispose of the used condom before laying down on his side, still unconsciously keeping Bobby from seeing his back.

Bobby pushed Scott onto his back and rolled over to face him, "That was amazing." Bobby said as he curled up next to Scott, resting his head on his lover's chest.

Scott smiled and ran his fingers through Bobby's sweaty hair. "Yeah it was. Wanna take a shower and then I can change the sheets?"

"You're gonna make me move?"

"Guess not. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Bobby smiled and raised his head, "Nope."

Scott breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. You look tired."

"Haven't been sleeping well."

"You still didn't tell me why." Scott gently eased out of the bed. "Be right back, be ready to talk about it."

Bobby groaned, "Is that 'leader-mode' I hear?" He chuckled, "'k"

"No." Scott called from the bathroom as he ran a washrag over his stomach to clean off Bobby's release. "It's concerned lover mode. Very different from leader mode."

"Oh... ok then."

Scott stood in the doorway between his bathroom and bedroom and just stared at Bobby's body. "That a problem, Drake?"

Bobby closed his eyes and sighed, pulling a pillow under his head, "Give me a sec... nope, no problem. I'm likin' the 'concerned lover' idea."

Scott moved across the room and lay back down his back on the bed. "Good, me too. So, wanna spend the night with me?"

Bobby opened his eyes and smiled, "You mean it?"

"Sure." Scott kissed Bobby's nose. "Ya know, tonight, tomorrow night, maybe the next night..." He trailed off, suddenly unsure. "I mean, if you want to that is."

Bobby released the pillow and rested his head back on Scott's chest, "I want this."

"Want what?" Scott asked, one hand running through Bobby's hair again.

"You."

Scott smiled softly and pulled the blankets over them before letting his other arm circle around Bobby. "Now, tell me why you haven't been sleeping well."

Bobby sighed, "Don't know. Lots of things, I guess."

"Like what? You know you can tell me anything, won't make me love you any less."

Bobby smiled, "Just stress, I think. I've been thinking a lot lately. I mean, I know my father loves me and all that, and has finally accepted who I am, but it took twelve years for him not to be ashamed of me. If it takes that much work for everyone else who doesn't like who we are, are we ever going to be equal with humans?" Bobby answered, not really wanting to say anymore.

"I'm sorry. I know it's got to be tough for you. More so than it was for me. Just wish you hadn't had to go through all that."

Bobby sighed, "Guess I should stop trying to figure it out, I'll just end up going insane."

"I have enough trouble keeping up with you sane so please, try to keep some mental clarity." Scott teased.

Bobby smiled and snuggled closer to Scott, "I love you."

"That your answer for everything?"

"Is for now."

"Won't get you out of Danger Room sessions you know." Scott replied after a peaceful moment of silence.

"You sure about that?" Bobby asked huskily.

Scott seemed to think for a minute. "Yeah, pretty sure."

"Damn. Oh well." Bobby smiled.

"And I'll be even angrier if you slack off in them."

"Oh yeah, make my life more difficult." Bobby said in mock anger as he leaned up and kissed Scott.

Scott returned the kiss and smiled. "I couldn't bare it if you got hurt, love."

Bobby blushed, "Oh, that kind of angry. I can deal with that."

"Thought so, maybe. And if you did, I'd have to check every single inch of your body to make sure you weren't hurt." Scott murmured huskily in Bobby's ear, his fingers tracing feather light patterns on Bobby's back.

"Hey, you're making that sound like a good thing."

"Ok then, sorry. Check every inch of your body and not touch you. I'd make sure you were ok and then not speak to you for an hour or two, maybe five, or ten, or...."

"Now that would suck. Don't do that, ok?"

"Don't let your mind wander and we've got a deal."

"Well, let's hope we've found the solution to my sleeping troubles, then." Bobby smiled.

"And that would be?"

"Well, I'm feelin' pretty calm now, so I'm guessin' you."

Scott blushed slightly. "Uh..." He had no clue what to say. "Thanks I guess."

"Welcome." Bobby yawned.

"Go to sleep Bobby, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"God, I hope so." Bobby answered. "Um... are you comfortable?" Bobby asked, suddenly realizing he had successfully pinned Scott.

"With an incredibly handsome guy laying half on top of me? Yes. Comfy enough to sleep? Yes. Can I tell you my philosophies on sleeping?"

Bobby chuckled, "Please, tell me."

Scott cleared his throat. "Sleep is essential to all life forms yadda yadda yadda." He grinned at Bobby. "Basically, sleep is good, really good. Especially now."

"Ah yes, sleep is good. Sleep is very good." Bobby answered with a lazy grin.

"You're cute, you know that?" Scott asked around a yawn.

"Had no idea until ya told me." Bobby answered as he rested his head on Scott's chest and sighed.

"Oh come on, surely someone has told ya you're cute before. Or handsome or funny or charming or sweet..."

Bobby thought for a second, "not in this context, nope. 'Charming' and 'sweet' I have never gotten."

"What context? And you are."

"Well, my mother told me I was cute and handsome, but that's about it. I get funny a lot. But I've never gotten any of those from a boyfriend or a girlfriend that I can recall. But thank you."

"Never?"

"Never."

"Well, get used to it. But one thing though."

Bobby raised his head to look at Scott, "What?"

"You better not hear those words from anyone else in this type of setting. You're mine now and I don't like to share." Oh please let that be ok he prayed silently, hoping Bobby didn't hear that one.

Bobby blushed, "I'm yours?" His face lit up, "Wow. Really?"

Scott's jaw dropped. "You don't mind?"

"Hell no. No one's ever even cared enough to declare something like that." Bobby answered, "But only on one condition."

"What?"

"If I'm yours, then your mine."

Scott smiled a genuinely happy grin and nodded. "It's a deal. And we don't keep secrets from each other, ok?"

"Sounds good to me." Bobby answered as he returned to resting his head on Scott's chest.

"Good. Now go to sleep." Scott brushed a kiss across his forehead. "But one question first... would it um...bother you or freak you out if I took off my glasses while I slept?" He bit his lip nervously.

"Not in the least. I trust you, Scott. Have since I was a kid." Bobby answered stifling another yawn.

"Thank you. And you aren't much younger than me Bobby. We were both kids." Scott slid off his glasses and laid them on the nightstand before snuggling back down with his lover. "G'night Bobby, love you." He said around a yawn, settling back down.

Bobby snuggled close to Scott and closed his eyes, "G'night, Scott. I love you too." He said as he drifted off to sleep.

Scott smiled down at Bobby's sleeping form. damn but that was fast. He yawned again and quickly fell asleep.

The End