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Type: Chapter Fic.
Title: Undeniable Love
Author: Savvy
Characters/Ships: Pyro/Iceman, Rogue
Summary: John and Bobby shared an intimate morning together and must now hide their their relationship from Bobby's girlfriend Rogue.
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters.
Warning: Yaoi, Angst, Anal, Oral

Chapter 1: Bobby's his Problem

John didn't know why he sat up. It was going on twelve o'clock and he was tired as all hell. It had been lights out three hours ago and though he tried to go asleep he couldn't. Bobby was out late with Rogue again and like other nights, when he returned he was usually frustrated both sexually and mentally.

Honestly, what did Bobby see in Rogue? It couldn't be that he thought she was pretty. Heck, Kitty Pryce was too and she didn't hack all your powers if you tried to kiss her. Though as far as she let you get with her was a cuddle and maybe, if you were lucky, a kiss on the cheek, that seemed like a hell of a lot when your current girlfriend's powers could make you drop dead any second. Maybe Bobby was masochistic, John thought. Maybe he enjoyed endangering his life. If that was the case he would have to knock some senses into him quick.

Whatever reason Bobby had for liking her, it was foreign to him. All he knew was that Bobby infatuation with the girl was driving him mad. He couldn't begin to count the number of times he had to sit up late with Bobby to discuss the methods he could use to kiss Rogue that wouldn't end in his untimely death. Each time they had been unsuccessful. Not to be misunderstood, he liked Rogue to some degree. She was a nice person and friend, but when it came down to it, Bobby was better off without her. He had told this to him on more than one occasion and every time his words had been thrust aside. After a few more feeble attempts he had finally given up. Bobby would see reason sooner or later…he hoped so anyway.

John plopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He had his favorite lighter in hand and he repeatedly opened and closed the cap to keep himself awake. It was hypnotic how the flame danced before his eyes. The small light illuminated the darkened room and it cast eerie shadows on the blood red wallpapered wall. He could feel his powers surge within him as he watched. He waved his left hand over the red-blue flame to capture it and resorted to passing the small fireball back and forth from one hand to the other. It was calming really and he needed the relaxation. It was the only thing that kept him from storming out of that room right then, finding Bobby, and punching some sense into him.

He smirked to himself. That plan was still very tempting however and if Bobby didn't get back soon, he might just go through with it.

But, why did he care? It wasn't like it was his life that was being wasted away with some dumb southern airhead. If Bobby chose not to take his advice to dump her than that was his problem. Like he liked to say; it was no skin off his back. And to add to his frustration, it wasn't like Bobby couldn't find someone else. He saw the way Kitty Pryce looked at him during class. She was falling head over fucking heels for the idiot, but his tunnel vision was so focused on Rogue that he bypassed what was right in front of him; a good catch. That's what she was. Heck, he'd fuck her if she let him!

But it all came back to that one question. Why did he care? Sure Bobby was his friend but that didn't make him obligated to worry about him or his problems. Hell, he should be worrying about his own sex life which at that moment was nonexistent. It wasn't that he wasn't trying either. He'd used every line in the book and hadn't gotten a nibble in return from any girl. Just yesterday he tried with Siren. He'd made empty, charming promises and had even showed off his pyrotechnics to impress her but…now that he thought about it, he had given up as soon as Bobby walked in the room, his ocean-blue eyes bright and his white tee soaked with sweat after his morning run.

Damn, Bobby was his problem.

He was spending a lot more time with him these days, more than usual anyway, and had broken about five dates with potential girlfriends to get in some one-one-one late night training with Bobby. Those nights had been great. They had laughed, well Bobby did, he didn't laugh, he smirked. And after an exhausting three hours training they had both collapsed on his bed in a stupor. Pure bliss. That's what those nights had been. But recently Bobby had been spending a lot more time with Rogue, and since Rogue preferred to avoid him, the feelings were likewise, it meant that during the day he didn't see Bobby much. They only had the after hours when they were all suppose to be asleep to talk about their day and just have good old quality time together.

That's mainly the reason why he lay awake now listening to the tiny second-hand tick on the clock next to his bed and why every time he thought of Rogue his stomach churned. She had managed to slip undetected into the only time they had alone and was the only reason why Bobby wasn't there with him now…but, he was patient. He could wait if he had too, because no matter how irritated he was with Bobby, it didn't stop him from worrying about him. Bobby was his best friend and no matter how much he hated to admit it, he would do anything for him. Even if that meant staying up to the crack of dawn to comfort him after yet another sexless night with Rogue.

It wasn't until he heard the door knob jiggle did he extinguish the fireball in his hand and sit up on the bed.

The door was pushed open from the other side and Bobby stumbled through. He didn't look at all surprised to see John awake and waiting for him on the bed. Bobby ruffled his hair uncomfortably as he nudged the door close with his foot. He walked at a slight angle to his bed and bringing as little attention as possible to himself, gripped the bottom of his black turtleneck and pulled it down to cover his midsection. He dropped his head and sat on his bed and began pulling off his shoes.

As he figured; Bobby was horny as hell. Damn Rogue. The bitch. It took all his willpower not to laugh. Would Bobby ever learn? Rogue was a tease and she couldn't help it. Bobby, being the dunce he was, couldn't see her for what she was; a waste of time. If it had only been emotional understanding Bobby was looking for, Rogue was his girl. But if he was seeking sexual gratification, and Bobby obviously was, he should be looking elsewhere. Plain, short and simple.

Though a sarcastic joke was fighting to get out of his mouth he knew this wasn't the time. Bobby looked miffed about whatever happened, or rather didn't happen tonight, and the way he crossed his legs to hide his erection showed obvious signs of discomfort.

He stood from the bed and crossed the short distance between the two to sit on Bobby's left. He didn't say anything right away. His plan was to wait to speak when spoken to. That approach had worked on other occasions. Why change it now?

For a few minutes the only sound in the room came from the clock where the seconds hand continued its course undisturbed. He couldn't see Bobby's entire expression so he felt somewhat oblivious to what was going through the other boys' head. He fumbled with the lighter in his hand while he waited.

"You didn't have to…stay up I mean," Bobby said as he readjusted his legs and rested his hands in his lap. John sat up a little straighter and turned to face the other boy.

"Tell me what happened?" he asked with as much calm as he could muster. This was the third time Bobby had come back in this state and each time he would react the same way. He was angry and right now he wanted to hurt something. Rogue preferably. He sat his lighter to the side and rubbed Bobby on the back.

"Uh, nothing happened," Bobby said pushing his hand away. He looked toward the floor and shook his head.

"Well, it looks like something should have happened," he said in what he hoped was a serious tone. He could just see the bulk of Bobby's erection by the stream of light coming in between the curtains. He nodded toward the hard erection and Bobby followed his gaze and winced.

"Nothing did, okay?" he hissed, his voice cold and distant. He grabbed one of his pillows from the headboard and placed it over his lap. He bent his head to rest in his hands that gripped his blonde curls in annoyance. Although his voice was muffled when he spoke, John heard the words 'leave me alone' loud and clear.

St. John Allerdyce, a boy who prized himself for having a passive personality, an easy-going attitude toward life, found himself growing extremely irritated with each passing minute he sat beside his stubborn friend. He stared at the other boy's sweaty profile in something closely resembling bitterness. He didn't hate Bobby for wanting to stand up for himself. No, that was one of the qualities he liked about him. What bothered him was that he thought he had to build up a protective barrier against him, his best friend. Fine, he would give him his space if that's what he needed. They would talk on his terms. He picked his lighter up from the bed and clambered back to his own and climbed in between the sheets. He didn't bother to see if Bobby watched him. It wouldn't matter anyway. He was tired and if Bobby wanted to be left alone he would do just that. Leave him alone.

Anyway, he was tired. He would sleep soundly tonight. No skin off his back and if Bobby wished to talk to him later he could simply wake him up. He lay on his back and with one arm resting underneath his head and the other resting across his chest he drifted to sleep.

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He woke early the next morning and saw that it was still dark outside and in. He sensed, no knew that the sun would be up in half an hour. He could feel it and he figured it was his powers telling him, the sun being fire an all. He enjoyed sitting outside on the roof to watch the sun rise. It was like a silent torturer that toyed with his patience. He knew if he concentrated hard enough that he could use the sun's rays to his advantage, but Xavier had specifically told him not to use his power to that extent and that he wouldn't be able to control his strength if he did. But what did the old man know? He knew his limits so that warning hadn't meant much to him. But to stay on the safe side he simply watched the sun's ascent in the sky. That was pleasure enough.

He didn't bother to see if Bobby was awake as he pulled on his sweat pants and made for the door. He reached to pull it open when Bobby's tenor voice stopped him.

"John, wait…"

He spun on the spot and looked through the darkness to where Bobby now lay propped up in bed. He could just see the hairy shadow of facial hair on the other boys face and the locks on his head stood tousled.

"What?" he said coldly, his arms crossed in frustration.

Bobby sat up and the covers around his waist dropped exposing his flat chest. He rubbed his eyes to remove the sleepy blur. "We need to talk."

So now he wanted to talk. He leaned against the door and placed one hand in his pocket to play with his lighter. "I'm busy," he said as coldly as Bobby had told him to leave him alone only last night. Bobby looked him in the eye then and grimaced.

"I'm sorry about last night. I was…irritated. But not at you," he added lucidly as he climbed out of the bed and John saw that he wore black boxers and nothing else.

John bent his head and looked toward the ground as Bobby walked over to him and didn't look up when Bobby stopped in front of him. He could feel the taller boy's breath on his face as be moved nearer and he was shocked when Bobby gripped his arms and pulled him closer. "John, look at me."

"Why?" He asked looking him directly in the eyes now. "What do you want? There's nothing to talk about." His heart was racing like he'd just run a mile. This wasn't the first time he'd felt like this either. It was the same way his heart pounded when Bobby entered a room, when he laughed, when they fought or when he looked at him, like he was looking at him now.

"I'm sorry," Bobby whispered.

John didn't know why he shivered; why Bobby's words soothed him so much. He should be sorry, he thought. He had only wanted to help him last night and like always he had been pushed aside. Fuck Bobby and his apologies.

"Whatever," he hissed as he pushed him away. "Just handle your own fucking problems from now own."

He turned toward the door to open it but found the knob was frozen inside an ice block, the lock turned and frozen as well so that he couldn't leave. He turned back to Bobby and found that he was no longer standing but sitting on his bed, his arms crossed and smiling.

"I don't have time for these games, Iceman," he hissed as he reached back into his pocket for his lighter to use to met the ice and found that it wasn't there. He looked up just in time to see Bobby conceal it inside another crystalline ice cube.

"What the hell are you doing?" he sneered as he stared at the cube. "I really don't want to do this right now."

"You're not going anywhere until we talk," Bobby said seriously. "Something's been up with you this week. Tell me what it is?"

John shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, his arms crossed defensively over his chest. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Like hell you don't," Bobby said standing and walking back to stand in front of him. "Why are you always up when I come in at night?"

What was he getting at? John thought, his irritation growing. He had only stayed up to make sure that he was all right. Why was he making this out to be something it wasn't?

"How was your date with Rogue?" he asked out of curiosity and to change the subject as well. Bobby shrugged.

"The usual; we talked."

"That's not what it looked like last night," John said, he wasn't smiling. Here is was again. The jealousy, because that's what it was. Jealousy. He was jealous of Rogue and her relationship with his best friend. He knew that now. That's why he cared so much about what Bobby did with her and why he stayed up late waiting for Bobby to return after a night out. He wanted to make him forget about her and, he knew now, make Bobby notice him. He didn't admit this though.

"Why do you care? John, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," he snapped. He sidestepped the other boy and went to sit on his bed. If he was forced to stay here, he might as well get comfortable.

"Is it Rogue?" Bobby asked as if reading his mind. John winced.

"Why do you think it has something to do with her?" he asked rolling his eyes.

"Because," Bobby said as he moved to sit beside him on the bed. "Every time I mention her name you roll your eyes and start pouting; like you are now."

"I don't pout, Iceman," he smirked. "And yeah, my current mood does have something to do with your ditsy girlfriend," he confessed. "She's a waste of time. Yours and mine"

"Not this again," Bobby said grimacing. "Are you ever going to give this up?"

"Not until you dump the dits." He leaned back onto his elbows and looked at the ceiling. "She's a tease."

"A tease…she's not a tease…" Bobby said defensively.

John fell onto his back and laughed for the first time in a long time. "Denial, you're in denial my friend," he cackled.

Bobby glared and shook his head and placing one arm on his other side leaned over him and peered into his eyes. "Denial, huh?" he laughed poking him in his side.

John squirmed under his weight and tried his best to keep a straight face as he spoke. "Rogue's a natural tease, Iceman, and if you're not smart enough to see it, that's your fault. Honestly, you should be with someone else"

"Like you?" Bobby whispered.

A pause followed in which they looked into each others eyes, each knowing the answer whether they wanted to admit it or not. There was no way Bobby couldn't feel his heart hammering in his chest, or notice the way his breathing now came in raspy, quick breaths as every drop of blood flowed to his groin. He knew he, St. John Allerdyce, a tough, eye for an eye, know-it-all, was blushing as he lay completely helpless under Bobby's gaze; his only form of defense frozen inside an ice cube on the floor.

Bobby pressed down against him making it yet more difficult for him to move, if he'd wanted to in the first place, and looking once more into his hazel eyes did something that shocked them both.

Bobby kissed him.

It was light at first, hesitant really. Their lips brushed against each other like a painter's brush on his canvas; delicate and gentle. But when neither fought what was happening the kiss grew and it gradually found the pace of their hearts. The pulse was slow; steady and unrushed. Each movement elongated as they both taught and ultimately learned what the other sought to teach. Their tongues moved in fluid unity as they suckled, massaged an urged each other on. John's mind spun as the tip of Bobby's tongue circled his own and he gripped Bobby's back as the kiss deepened and Bobby reentered his mouth; their lips swollen and hot against each other.

He moaned as Bobby moved to sit between his legs; the kiss continuing unbroken all the while. The other boy's erection pressed against his inner thigh as he hunched his hips against his own hard manhood and deepened the kiss.

John's legs lay bent against Bobby's sides and his arms were wrapped around Bobby's naked back to pull him closer. They paused for a moment to catch their breaths; their lips lay open against each other as their chest rose and fell against one another.

Oddly enough, neither felt the need for explanation. They simply lay there in each others arms.

The kiss would have continued if there hadn't been a knock on the door. Bobby almost jumped out of his skin when the initial bangs rang through the locked door. John laughed quietly, more to keep himself from crying than with amused hilarity. What bad timing!

"Who is it?" Bobby asked as he rested his head against John's heaving chest. John was shocked at how steady his voice sounded though he was just as out of breath as he. It took who ever it was a moment to respond but when they did both boys jumped from the bed and scrabbled to gain composure.

"It's me, Rogue," she answered in her southern drawl. "Bobby, let me in."

"Give me a minute, I'm not dressed," Bobby called to the door as he searched the floor for his turtleneck and jeans from the previous night.

John looked at his watch and it read 5: 50 am. She was really early. "She never comes this early," he hissed quietly to Bobby as the other boy pulled his shirt over his head before tackling his jeans.

Bobby shrugged and jumped up and down to pull up his pants. "I'm leaving," John said; his eyes darting up and down as Bobby jumped to pull on his jeans. It was then that he noticed his lighter lying in a puddle of water on the floor. He bent and picked it up and slid it back into his pocket. With his belt clasp snuggly in place Bobby grabbed John's hand as he made for the door. He pulled him back into his arms and squeezed his waist.

"We'll talk about this later," Bobby whispered into his ear.

John peered up into his eyes and nodded. He knew he should be used to it by now, but when Bobby gave him one final kiss to depart with it made his heart jump in his chest.

"See you later then," John added smirking at the taller boy. He turned and unlocked the door and turned the now wet knob. He pulled the door open and peered at Rogue who stood against the frame looking bored and out of breath.

"Morning," he said as he passed her and walked down the corridor. If he hurried, he might get to see the sun rise today; though the day was already bright without it.

"I'm so lame," he said to himself as he quickened his steps.

Without a backward glance he ran toward the main entrance.