Small Talk

Ororo somehow got clearance from Charles to be able to throw a party for Jean's birthday. It is mostly all the older students, and teachers who attended since there is drinking involved— don't ask how Ororo was able to talk the Professor into letting them have alcohol, Logan let alone can barely sneak it— but the party has been going on for a few hours. Drinking, music, talking, the basics. It isn't anything too crazy as Jean isn't too keen on celebrating. But it is one of the few times they have a break so it feels good to let loose—

"I'm surprised you're still here" Kitty says, sliding next to John, who is sipping on something that Kitty can only assume is alcohol. He has always been a drinker, sneaking it into the school as a teen and of course stealing Logan's. Which never ended well for him. "Why would you say that"? Pyro locks eyes with her for a second before looking ahead of him— Bobby is in his line of view, they have been exchanging glances for a while now. They are friends— not really— but definitely not close, since Bobby is the goody two shoes and John is the fuck everyone and everything type of person. "You don't like interacting with people that much", Kitty responds.

That isn't a lie, but there is something lingering in the air between him and Bobby so he's sticking around to see if it will go anywhere— it does in fact go somewhere. John isn't drunk, more like he is tipsy but he can't recall how he ends up here— against Iceman's lips. One second he is talking to Kitty and the next Bobby is leading him to his room, they barely make it past the door before lips meet lips and hands find the other's body. John shoves Bobby against the door, using his body to close it which earns a grunt. "I didn't think you were into guys" Bobby says in between kisses. His hands find their way to Pyro's jeans, making quick work of unbuttoning them and yanking the zipper down. "I can surprise you". A wicked grin appears across John's face when he says that, a wink follows quickly behind.

They fumble further into the room, almost tripping over each a few times as they refuse to break contact. "You know I'm-" Bobby tries speaking but keeps getting cut off by John crashing their lips together. The kisses aren't gentle at all, they are sloppy and rough. And so is the touching, Pyro's hands scatter all along Bobby's body. Gripping at his waist and ass, occasionally slipping under his shirt to feel the cool skin. Iceman's hands work open John's jeans before one of them finds its way to the nape of his neck. Using it as leverage to deepen the kiss, while his other hand lays upon the man's hip. The stubble from their facial hair rub together, creating a rough stimulation as they kiss. "I'm- I'm not one to move this quick" Bobby is finally able to get out between the kissing and heavy breathing.

"Stop talking" John growls, as he pushes Bobby down onto the bed. The distance between them only lasts long enough for John to pull his shirt off over his head, letting it discard somewhere on the ground. Bobby's eyes scan his body, dragging up and down to take all of him in— he's seen Pyro shirtless but not under these circumstances. This is so much better— Bobby snaps back to reality when John kicks his shoes off, reminding him he should probably be getting undressed too. He is able to get his shirt off before John is crawling over him, and their lips quickly find each other again.

John takes Bobby's lip in between his teeth, biting at it gently before kissing down his jaw. He follows the curve of his neck leaving open mouth kisses along every inch of skin, occasionally letting his teeth scrap gently. Bobby's breathing automatically speeds up and his eyes flutter close, as his hand finds its way back to the nape of the other boy's neck. He also manages to kick his shoes off without disturbing John, who is slowly moving lower. His lips are now scattering kisses along his shoulders and collar bone- these kisses aren't soft, it's not like he is trying to praise Bobby's body. No, they are hungry. He is trying to find what makes the boy tick in the right way— it isn't long before John finds his way to his knees, on the hardwood floor between Bobby's legs.

He quickly unbuttons his pants, sliding the zipper down. Iceman lifts his hips just enough to help John shimmy his pants and boxers down a bit. They sit bunched up around his thighs, finally freeing the hard on he's been rocking for most of the night. Since the beginning of the party, since the first time he caught eye contact with John he has been thinking filthy things about him. How it would feel to be inside him, how John would look beneath him, how warm his mouth would be- finally he doesn't just have to imagine one of those things. Pyro wraps his digits around Bobby's cock, giving a few pumps. Before he brings his mouth closer, his tongue darts out. Slicking over the head to give a few experimental licks.

John has done this before, it's not his first rodeo. And even though his mind is running a million miles per hour and just wants to have his mouth full right now. He knows he has to take it at least a little slow since it's his first time with Bobby—but that experimenting ends quickly when Iceman sits up, his hand tangling in Pyro's hair, pushing his head slightly forward to urge him to keep going. His lips form around the tip, sucking on it gingerly. His tongue swirls around the head, before choosing to rest flat on the underside as he takes in more. Bobby lets out a deep sigh when the warm mouth engulfs him deeper. "That's it" Bobby groans- The words shoot straight to John's straining cock. One of his hands reaches down, adjusting himself in his boxers, which earns a deep groan. The groan vibrates through Bobby's cock making his hips buck up for more.

Once John starts bobbing his head, Iceman meets him halfway. Slowly lifting his hips as Pyro takes him back in. They set this pace for a little until he starts relaxing his throat taking Bobby deeper, until John's nose is buried in his pubic hair. He stays there, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking down as he breathes in his musk. "Holy hell", Bobby's head falls back as he groans— his fingers tightening around the strands of hair as pre-cum leaks from his cock. John eventually pulls back, his lips coming off the top with a pop. Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, as he holds back a cough from being choked— suddenly John is being halted up by his arm, his lips smashing into Bobby's.

The kiss is rough and sloppy, and only gets worse once Bobby plunges his tongue into Pyro's mouth. Tasting the salty reminiscences of himself on the other's tongue. Bobby hasn't let go of John's hair, his grip has only gotten tighter using it as leverage to pull him closer— to smother him in the kiss. And god did it work because once he pulls away, Pyro is nothing but a gasping mess. His lips glossy and red from the prior abuse— it is a sight to see. "Do you have lube"? John asks in between heavy breaths. Their faces are still inches from each other, sharing each breath. "Top drawer, there's condoms too", Bobby tilts his head towards his bedside table without tearing his eyes from John's. Their lips meet for another brief, dirty kiss before he pulls away.

Somewhere along the way of John getting what's needed out of the drawer, and Bobby sliding further up on the bed they both lose the rest of their clothes. Iceman leans back against the headboard as John plants himself on the man's thighs, straddling him in a way that makes their cocks slide along each other with every slight movement. Bobby grabs the half empty bottle of lube, coating a couple of his fingers. His hand quickly finds where it needs to be, rubbing in circular motions around that tight muscle. That alone is making John's breathing pick up once again— he fights the urge to push his hips down. Instead he lets Bobby take the lead, choosing the pace. One finger presses past the muscle, disappearing into him.

John grabs onto the headboard with one hand to keep himself sturdy as the burning sensation slowly fades with every pull of his finger. It definitely isn't enough to satisfy him, but they are getting somewhere, slowly— too god damn slow; "You don't have to go slow, you won't break me", John grunts through gritted teeth. Bobby doesn't respond verbally, instead he introduces another finger, letting it slide along the other one. He slowly pulls his digits out before pushing back in, over and over again. John can feel each knuckle, his fingers long and slender— Every time becomes a bit faster, more curls of his fingers until John is finally shaking and moaning on his fingers. His fingers slide across that sweet spot when Pyro adjusts his hips. "Fuck", he shudders. His hand grips tighter around the wooden headboard, as Bobby works him open.

Soon he pulls his fingers out, leaving the other boy feeling empty. Bobby grabs one of the condoms off the bedside table, using his other hand and teeth to rip it open. John's cock jolts at the sight— once Bobby slides the condom on and adds more lube, they move to a better position. Which consists of Pyro laying out on his back, legs spread, half bent laying atop of iceman's thighs. Bobby lines himself up, pushing past the muscle. It gives out easily, engulfing the head. But John tenses at the burning sensation— this is the first person he's slept with someone in months, making him have to adjust to the fullness again. A low groan escapes Bobby's lips as he bottoms out, his hand grips tightly onto John's waist. They stay like that for a moment until John gives him the hint to move by dragging his hand down Bobby's side, before grabbing at his hip to try and push him in deeper.

A soft moan falls from John as he feels Bobby pull out half way then push back in. It is slow and gentle, but only for the moment— their lips catch in filthy kisses. Their tongues fight for dominance, before Bobby eventually backs down letting Pyro's tongue invade his mouth. The kiss only deepens from there, like he is trying to permanently imprint himself on the other— with every pull the movements get quicker, the slapping of their skin and the muffle moans coming from each boy fills the room. John caresses his hand along the side of Bobby's face, dragging his fingertips along the curve of his jawline. Then slides it to the back of his neck and into his hair.

His hand continues roaming, feeling down his shoulder— with every roll of his hips Bobby's back muscles flex. John can feel it under the palm of his hand, the way they tighten and contract when he slides in out of him. Suddenly a cold feeling creeps into John's mouth, inching down his throat. He lets his head tilt back just enough to escape the kiss, and as he gasps for air it comes out foggy. Bobby got too into the feeling of being buried deep inside the other man— it feels heavenly.. The way he squeezes around his cock when he pushes back in— for a moment that made him lose control of his mutation. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to.." Bobby huffs out but doesn't slow his movements. John doesn't care much for it, I mean it did hurt him as his body is more sensitive to cold but it was a good kind of pain.

Bobby sits up, sliding one of his hands between John's thighs to push them further apart. He is on full display. Head tilting back into the pillow, hands falling down to grip at the blanket, chest rising and falling quickly, mouth agape letting out moans, cock bobbing against his abdomen. Who knew you can turn Pyro, Mr strong guy into a filthy mess. God how did Bobby even end up here, they barely talked before this and now he is inside the man. He is watching his cock disappear into him— Bobby leans forward again to get a better angle which results in hitting John's prostate head on. "Fu- fuck" John moans out more high pitch than he intends.

It takes him completely off guard. And the fact Bobby isn't stopping or moving, he just keeps nailing it makes John's legs tremble. His back slightly arching and his body naturally tightening around Bobby's cock. He is suddenly so close to coming. When did he get this close?? He never finishes this fast— A few more abusing thrusts and John is shuddering through his first orgasm of the night. Coating his stomach in the warm bodily fluid. His moans sound choked off, and his hands are white knuckling the sheets. It's been awhile since it felt this good. Bobby must be having the same thought cause before he knows it he is following right behind John. His thrusts are now uncoordinated and sloppy as he feels the haze of his orgasm wash over him. Balls tightening, and abdomen muscles clenching.

Iceman slumps his head in the crook of Pyro's neck, but keeps slow thrusts. One of John's hands comes up to run up and down Bobby's side slowly. He is still feeling the high and trying to ground himself. His breath coming out hot and heavy, while Bobby's breath is still coming out cold, glazing over Pyro's neck which sends a shiver down his spine. Soon enough once they both catch their breath, Bobby goes to pull out. But John unintentionally clenches around his cock, like he doesn't want to be empty just yet— but with him softening he pulls out, taking the condom off, tying it off and throwing it somewhere along the floor to deal with later. He collapses next to the other man's body, John is staring up the ceiling before his eyes fall to Bobby. God he is always in the best shape, except for when they were teenagers. Back then he was scrawny and John was the one in better shape, but now Bobby is bigger in, well, every aspect. He is fit, and Pyro takes attention to that. Glossing his eyes up and down his body—

Bobby has his eyes closed but he feels the dip in the bed, the body next to him shifting. When he finally peeks, John has moved so his body is hovering over Bobby's, he only gives him a quick look before moving lower. A soft kiss presses against Iceman's collar bone before teeth join in, scraping against the skin. Bobby just leans his head back and closes his eyes, letting himself get lost in the feeling. As John slowly gets more courage, he sucks on the skin just below the collar bone, leaving a light mark. There is no fight from Bobby saying to not leave marks so he continues. Pressing a few kisses along his chest, teeth grazing, threatening to bite into the soft, almost untouched looking skin. Bobby's hand finds its way into Pyro's hair, his fingers slot through the strands of brown locks. When John sucks another bruise his fingers tighten into a fist, gripping at his hair.

One of John's arms is keeping him up while the other hand drags down the curve of Bobby's waist. Slowly creeping to feel over his abdomen, across his abs then up to his chest. The only thought going through John's mind is how soft his skin is. The way it feels under his hand and pressing against his lips— Pyro crawls further down his body so he can drag his tongue along Iceman's abs. It’s a bit tickles at first until another hickey is being printed into the skin. From how John is positioned Bobby's half hard cock is pressing against his sternum, and every time he leaves another mark or his teeth scrape across the skin it twitches slightly— John would be lying if says this all isn't having the same effect on him, although he isn't the one being touched he's still incredibly hard, already.

He sits up, Bobby watching his every move closely. And once Pyro is straddling him, hands are quick to find his waist. John gets his way around, he's not inexperienced at all, that's no lie. And he's in good, even great shape. But one thing he doesn't do often is be on top. It's tiring and the way he's forced to take all of it in that position makes it end all too soon. Having to keep himself up is the worst part, especially when that sweet spot is hit. Usually he passes on this position but the way Bobby is looking up at him right now, how he looks fucking blissful beneath him is making it incredibly hard to say no— John reaches for another condom lying on the bedside table before readjusting himself to sit on Bobby's thighs.

Having someone else, having John roll the condom on made it oddly pleasing, just the view alone does a lot to him. A low, almost hum sounding moan escapes from Iceman's throat when John lifts his hips and reaches behind himself to guide the other’s cock inside. It goes in smoothly as it was only a short time ago Bobby was inside him— this time it reaches deeper, John's walls crowding every inch of him. Pyro has his eyes closed, one hand flat against Bobby's chest to keep himself up right as he gets used to the fullness. Everytime his cock twitch's John involuntarily squeezes around him causing small moans to escape them both. They stay like that for a moment even when John can clearly tell Bobby is getting antsy, his hips are ever so slightly grinding up— he probably doesn't even notice he's doing it— fingers digging into Pyro's waist, harder than he intends. He wants to move but he's trying to wait.

Just alone sitting like this, the cock always pressing against his sweet spot sends flows of pleasure through John. It sits low in his stomach, vibrating with a warm pleasure, creeping into his cock as it jolts, silently asking to be touched. But it's neglected because John knows for sure he won't last very long if he's being stimulated from both sides. After a few more seconds, he rolls his hips forward grinding against his cock. He watches the groan crawl from Bobby's throat, eyes fluttering close as he tries to hold composure. Going again so soon after, while everything is still so sensitive, has Bobby's body screaming with the need for more. The need to chase after that orgasmic high— John tightens his thighs on either side of Iceman's hips, using it as leverage as he sits up before slowly taking all of his cock back in. Bobby's a bit bigger than he expected and in this position, every time he lifts his hips up and slides back down he can feel every-fucking-inch.

Iceman drags one of his hands along the other man’s side, feeling the muscles quiver under his featherlight touches. He drags his hand up and down slowly, following the pace of John’s movements. “Fuckkk.. you feel so good” Bobby groans, hips slightly lifting off the bed to meet him halfway. John’s body involuntarily responds by his walls fluttering around his cock. He didn’t take Bobby for the dirty talk type and hearing those words come from his mouth makes his cock twitch, pre-cum beading from the slit— they fall into a steady rhythm of lifting his hips and Bobby meeting him half way when grinding back down. It starts off slow, letting them feel every inch of each other. Bobby can feel his walls hugging tight around his cock when he fills him back up.

John drags his hand along his chest, fingers mapping out the marks he left. Before gripping around one his pecs as he grinds his hips forward to get simulation against his prostate. The bundle of nerves send sparks of pleasure through his body, goosebumps rising over his skin. He isn’t cold it just feels fucking amazing— once the pace starts picking up a bit more John digs his nails in Bobby’s chest, indenting the skin until it’s turning a slight red. Suddenly their eyes catch, Bobby’s bright blue eyes looking up at him like a puppy begging for food— Holy shit. Just by the way he’s looking at him has John writing his fucking vows. The color in his eyes is so vibrant, and the way they always seem to be glossy makes them look even prettier.. Pyro also has blue eyes but they aren’t as prominent.

John uses his free hand to slick his hand through hair, pushing the strands out of his eyes. He’s been meaning to cut it, as it’s always in the way but it’s his signature look— he sits back on his heels, hand now flat against Bobby’s stomach to keep himself stable as he rises it a bit higher now, and falls quicker. Iceman stops his movements letting the other take the lead, he’d rather enjoy the view anyways. Everytime John grinds back down Bobby can see his cock disappear into him. He takes all of him so fucking well, it’s addicting. God and seeing him splayed out like this, his muscles now more distinguished from having to use all his strength to keep himself up right while also fucking himself on Bobby.

He scans the body before him, taking in every detail. Like how John’s collar bone is visible, he wants to trace it with his tongue. Leave marks around the curve of it— or his beard, more like stubble. It’s not well trimmed, but fuck it’s so attractive on him. And the short hairs that cover his chest.. the happy trail leading down to his heavy cock. Bobby doesn’t remember ever finding all these small things so appealing on other men. There’s one thing about John though, he has scars that litter his body. Way more than Iceman has ever seen and he won’t question them. They’re probably fights as that is what John is best at doing or during missions as he’s more reckless than others so he gets hurt often. But even all those marks stir something in Bobby. It fits Pyro’s physique so well, he’s the type of man you’d expect to be rough around the edges or in this instance in his appearance..

Bobby suddenly holds onto his waist tightly, holding the other in place as he thrusts up. The head of his cock angles perfectly to hit the bundle of nerves, which has John falling forward barely catching himself; “fucking hell” he spits out, hands tangling into the pillow on either side of Iceman’s head. Their faces are close together, sharing each heavy-strung out breath. Pyro’s body is tingling with pleasure and his eyes are tightly closed shut. He wasn’t prepared for the sudden pick up, for Bobby to grab onto him and take control. He’s reaching so deep inside him. Hitting all those right spots— even with barely any space between them Bobby is scanning the other’s face. Watching how his lips are red and glossy as they let out strings of moan and his eyebrows are burrowed. Fuck he looks so good.

Their lips finally meet when Iceman lifts his head up just enough to catch them. Their teeth clatter together, lips hungrily attacking the others. Bobby wants to drown in the noises John’s making. All gasps and moans sound so sweet to his ears, how they come out raspy and deep but other times come out high pitched and whiny when he loses his composure. When Bobby fucks him just right. One of Pyro’s hands removes its grip from the pillows, instead cupping the side of Bobby’s face to kiss him better. Deeper and less sloppy. This, this right here is what they are really good at doing together. John isn’t a teammate-partner kind of person, but the way their lips form so perfectly together. They way they fall into a perfect balance between attacking the others lips and tangling their tongues together. And when they pull away their lips stay attached by a string of salvia. This is the one thing he’s good at doing with someone, specifically Bobby he’s come to find out—

With being splayed over the upper half of Iceman’s body, his cock is trapped between their stomachs. Every thrust making his body rock forward, causing his cock to grind against him. John slides his tongue across the other’s lips, wetting them making them look glossy and wet. He doesn’t know how it’s taken him tell now to realize how much he wants him. He’s never craved someone this bad, maybe in more than just a sexual way. But right now isn’t the time to think about that— Iceman removes his bruising grip on one of Pyro’s hips, sliding his hand to grip at his ass instead. His fingers dip into the soft flesh, pulling at it as he thrusts up with more eagerness. Every time he plunges fully into him it pulls dirty gutted moans from John. His thigh and back muscles start to burn from the position, but he doesn’t wanna move.

They are no longer kissing as John struggles to keep it going, but lips continue to mouth at his jaw. Leaving wet, too much teeth kisses along the pale damp skin— “fuck I’m so close” Pyro grunts without thinking about what his words will stir in the other man. Bobby’s cock pulses at the words, his thrusts gradually becoming more rough. A jolt of pleasure shocks through John’s body, causing warm spurts of cum to coat between their stomachs. All the air feels like it’s being ripped from his lungs, the only thing he can do is ride through the orgasm as Bobby continues his vigorous movements. He’s nearing his own end, it’s creeping up on him more quickly than expected. And with John grinding down on him, trying to get more pleasure through his orgasm it pushes him over the edge rather quickly.

Bobby completely stops moving, just holding Pyro’s hips down as he empties out in the condom — They both lay there, light groans and heavy breathing filling the air around them. John’s hair is sticking to his forehead from the sweat building up. Everything is sticky and starting to feel dirty now. So before he can even calm fully down John sits up enough, letting Bobby slip out of him before he flops down on the bed. Holy hell he’s exhausted. He peers down at his stomach, a slight groan escaping him. Not out of pleasure this time, out of annoyance cause he knows he has to shower now.

"Can I use your shower"? John asks, still catching his breath. "Go for it", Bobby is quick to answer. He takes his time to get up as he'd rather just go to sleep, but he needs to take a shower and get cleaned up so he makes his way to the bathroom, his muscles already screaming at him. The warm water feels heavenly against his skin and aching muscles, he lets it run over his face and down his chest and stomach to clean the spend off. Not even ten minutes into the shower another body joins, hands grabbing onto his hips as a chest becomes flush against his back. That's when John feels the cock flush against the cleft of his ass— Jesus fuck Bobby is already ready to go again. Pyro would protest if a hand wasn't wrapping around his already sensitive cock. Bobby's thumb slides over the head before giving it a few pumps. "Bobby— fu- fuck" John curses through a gutted groan. He swears he can't get hard again, not this soon, but he is wrong.

John's hand slaps against the wall, using it as leverage to hold himself up as his legs threaten to collapse under him— he'd be lying if he says he isn't down to go at it again, but today is already a long day from training so his body is tired. He doesn't make any move to stop Bobby from his next actions though. He is still loose and slick from their previous activities— since Bobby can't seem to last a ten minutes without being inside of him again. John's other hand reaches back, clawing at his thigh as feels himself get filled. "You're gonna break me Iceman" John says with a laugh he can barely muster up before it chokes off into a moan. Bobby presses his lips against the other's neck as he fills Pyro up completely, not moving an inch.. He wraps one his arms around John's waist, the other holding his hip in a firm grip.

Bobby's lips make their way up to the small behind his ear, before gliding his tongue along the curve of it and giving it a little nibble. John lets out a sigh from the sensation, as his body melts from the feeling of being full and pampered with kisses. Bobby is being more gentle this time— which is needed. Well only for the moment.. He doesn't make any move to start moving his hips yet, instead he places soft gentle kisses along the other boy's neck. John's head naturally titles to the side to give him more access. Although it feels good to stand together like this, the more time that goes by the more antsy John gets. Bobby's cock is pressing against the right spot, and every little adjustment makes the head brush against it— John's body is tired, and he's definitely gonna regret this in the morning but they're too far in— literally far in, inside him— to back out now.

"Come on don't leave me waiting" Pyro breathes out, his voice almost being drowned out by the water hitting the tile. Bobby keeps mouthing at his neck as he pulls his hips back, before pushing back in steadily. It pulls a groan out of John's throat, his back arching against Bobby. John digs his nails into the other's thigh every time he fills him back up again. Their huffs and moans mix together, water running down their naked bodies that press firmly together. Bobby's skin is cold even under the warm water, while John's skin is hot, it is a great mix. Iceman picks his speed up, not pulling as far out but thrusting in harder and quicker. Pyro stumbles forward, being trapped between the shower wall and Bobby. The side of his face pressing against the cool tile, it isn't long until Bobby's hand lays atop of John's on the wall.

Using it as leverage for every time he thrusts in with a gutted groan. "Bo- Bobby.." John's voice comes out flat, every breath being taken with every rough movement. With the position he's in, Pyro's cock is rubbing against the wall, it hurts a little but the pre-cum dripping down makes it more slick. It feels dirty getting off like this, but it also feels fucking blissful. Especially with Bobby fucking into him with such force. Suddenly Iceman adjusts, this time making his cock hit his prostate head on, the pleasure that shocks through John makes his brain kick down in gear. Every coherent thought slips from his mind, his body about collapses under him, the only thing keeping him up is Bobby's arm wrapped around him. And the constant thrusting pushing him into the wall.

"John.. John.. John.." Bobby sighes his name over and over again like a prayer, each time he says it he buries himself deep inside. The way he's saying his name goes straight to Pyro's cock, edging him closer for the third time this night. Bobby pushes one of his knees between John's legs, making him spread them further apart so it's easier to fuck into him. Which only makes it harder for him to stay standing— John's still young so he has great stamina but doing it standing up is a whole other level of energy he does not have. Maybe for the first round it would be fine.. Bobby mouths at John's neck, tasting his salty skin from the sweat beading off him— John loves the feeling of Bobby’s stubble rubbing against his skin at every kiss. Even if his skin doesn’t enjoy the rough friction as much— His teeth sink into the flesh before soothing it with a swipe of his tongue. He repeats the action over and over again, along the curve of neck and shoulder— most definitely leaving marks that will last for a few hours or even days. But at this point neither of them care that they might be noticeable.

Bobby's acting like a hungry animal, by the way he's lavishing John's neck while thrusting into him with no mercy. He's taking what he wants and Pyro isn't fighting it, he doesn't want to. All he can do is stand there, legs trembling and strings of moans falling from his lips. His hand is still reaching back, nails digging into Iceman's thigh for dear life. He can feel how his muscles tighten under his hand every time he pushes back inside his warmth— Bobby reaches down to cup his hand around John's inner thigh, halting his leg up so his foot is resting on the edge of the tub, it makes it smoother for him to slide in. But now with fail he's nailing right into his prostate, and John's clenching around him. He can feel the pre-cum leaking out, dripping down the base of his cock and smearing on the wall.. He is so.. so close. His balls are drawing up, tightening as the warmth of his orgasm grows.

It's so rare to reduce John to nothing but a moaning mess. He's always in control, even during sex. Even when he's the one being fucked to the brink, but right now even if he tried he doesn't think he can muster up a single word. He feels over fucked, too sensitive and Bobby won't stop abusing his sweet spot. His cock is trapped between his stomach and the cool tiled wall, and every thrust forward makes him rut against it like a dog in heat. Fuck he's gonna be feeling this for days— Bobby's fingers are digging into John's thigh, indenting the skin with his nails. It feels heavenly to be buried deep in his heat. Feel John's walls squeezing around him every time he pulls back. Their bodies are chasing the pleasure being given to each other.

Pyro closes his eyes tightly, hand now moving to grip at the hand around his thigh. He's not trying to pull him away, god if he could he'd pull him closer. He's just trying to find some kind of purchase as his body convulses from the orgasm ripping through his body. He didn't think he could cum again, not this soon but oh he was wrong. Really wrong. "Fu- fuck Bobby— wait" his words are contradicting his movements. His cock is leaking with cum, coming out in thick spurts. He can feel the pleasure coursing through his body and it isn't stopping. He needs Bobby to stop, to wait just for a couple seconds but at the same time John is pushing back against him. Trying to get him deeper, squeezing around him tighter. His mouth is saying no more but his body is saying something so different. Too much, but please more..

John is unsure if he should be glad Bobby is ignoring what he's saying— the pleasure is starting to mix into an overwhelming feeling as Iceman hasn't stopped his movements. After John is completely milked dry he did adjust so he isn’t hitting that sweet bundle of nerves. But lips keep scattering across his neck, and hips keep snapping into him. Bobby's chasing his own climax which means he's not slowing, let alone stopping until he reaches it— John swears after this he's gonna be sleeping for a week. His muscles are sore from being tensed up, and his breath is coming quick and hard as he can't seem to catch his breath. A part of him feels shame for coming undone like this, but fuck it, it's sex he's allowed to act like this. Not that he has a choice. Bobby seems to know exactly how to strip him into nothing but a moaning mess.

"God, you’re so good" Bobby whispers into the other man's ear, a groan following quickly behind. His thrusts are turning into small quick humps, his breathing becoming shaky. All it takes is a few more rolls of his hips before he's falling over the edge. Almost perfectly timed John clenches around him, milking every drop out of Bobby— Soon he stops his movements but doesn't pull out just yet, he soaks in the warmth of the other. Feeling him twitch every couple seconds — even once he pulls out and discards the condom they stay pressed close to each other until Pyro is certain his legs won't give out on him... And that isn't the last round they have that night. After though as John is so overworked and exhausted they do end up falling asleep in the bed. He decides his room, down the hall — is too far to walk. And Bobby seems okay with him staying as it will only be a couple hours before they both have to wake—

"Where did you go last night"? Kitty asks as she examines the man before her, who is sitting at the kitchen table. He looks exhausted. All John does is grumble in response as he runs his hands over his face. "Late night, Johnny"? She Jokes. Kitty saw John walk off with Bobby, she isn't dumb, she knows exactly what went down. And it is about time, those two have been throwing glances at each other for years, just waiting for one of them to make a move. "That man has stamina" John groans— I mean he isn't complaining, but his body definitely is. Kitty slides into the seat across from him; "so" she starts nonchalantly which catches the boy's attention. "You gonna talk to him"? John raises an eyebrow at that.

"Why would I do that"? They fucked that's all that it was, they both just needed to blow off some steam— "you two would be good together", Kitty snickers as a small grin appears across her face. John has to stop himself from rolling his eyes at her utterly insane statement. "No, he's a goody two shoes and I'm an annoying asshole, we'd kill each other". He isn't lying there, they could barely stand each other now. John butts heads with about everyone so he and Bobby have gotten into a few fights during training and missions. And well they've barely talked or interacted until last night, which again was nothing. It was late, they were horny and bored— at least that's what John tells himself. "Oh come on, you've been staring at each other with heart eyes since you were 15, you're 21 now" Kitty says bluntly, as she has the urge to smack John aside of head for being so dumb.

Maybe the two haven't been friends or really talk since they joined the school, but there is still something between them that goes further than sexual attraction. If Pyro has to put a word on it, he'll probably say they have a mutual interest in each other. They admire one another from afar, but never take the step to be proper friends— they fucked first before even having a proper conversation outside of work/school— John glares at Kitty before bowing his head between his arms; "shut up", he grumbles out of exhaustion. If it isn't for the fact they have training in an hour John would be stumbling back to his room to get in all the hours of sleep he missed. "So you'll talk to him"? She asks, she just keeps prying into it. On any other day where John isn't regretting his choice of going four fucking rounds- wait maybe five, he lost count— he wouldn't be getting so pissed off about it.

But his body is sore, his head hurts and he is threatening the line of falling asleep sitting up so yeah it is annoying him. "If it will make it stop talking, then yes", he throws another glare at her. Which just earns a smile from Kitty— they are good friends, best friends even, they have been since John joined the school which is when he was 15. If he needs anything whether it is to talk to someone or really anything, Kitty is there. When Pyro calls she comes, and it goes both ways. John never felt comfortable getting close with anyone until she came along, and even though Kitty doesn't know much about his past they are both still super close..