(X-Men) Slip
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salmon_pinkTitle: Slip
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Rating: NC-17
Words: 824
Timeline: Pre-X2
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "banana".
Summary: Stupid fruit.
Sometimes he thinks Rogue is doing it on purpose. And then he feels bad, because he knows she isn’t. She can’t help the way she looks, and she can’t help the way she is, and, really, it’s Bobby’s fault that he’s so affected by her.
Bright spark of hormones, licking at his stomach, settling just above his crotch. Shifts a little in his seat, hopes she doesn’t notice. Doesn’t want to embarrass her, or, worse, upset her. Cherishes the closeness they’ve formed in a way he knows is dorky, that makes John roll his eyes and call him a girl. But he’s still proud of the way she’s opened up to him. Knows that she hasn’t shared nearly a fraction of her secrets with him, guesses she probably never will do. But it’s still okay, because what they have is better than having nothing at all.
So he really doesn’t need her to catch him drooling so openly, because the last time that happened she was clearly torn over whether to be more angry at him or herself. Not her fault that she can’t touch, Bobby knows that, but sometimes Rogue is the one who forgets.
So. Sit there quietly, try not to whimper, and watch as her lips close around the very tip of the fleshy fruit.
Bobby doesn’t even really like bananas, but he suddenly finds himself extremely jealous of them. Of that one in particular, as Rogue makes a soft humming sound of pleasure. Flash of white teeth, and she bites off the end, tongue darting out to swipe at her lower lip, to savour the taste. And Bobby tries to be as slow and subtle as possible as his hand slides off the arm of his chair, reaches for his lap, cups the now full-blown erection he’s sporting, and he’s really really glad they’re the only ones in the television room at that moment.
And Rogue chews thoughtfully, eyes on the news reporter, and Bobby can’t decide if it would be better to excuse himself and leave and risk drawing her attention to his dishevelled state, or if he should wait it out and prey that Rogue decides one is enough and doesn’t eat the entire bunch.
Rogue brings the banana back up to her mouth, lips parting expectantly, and Bobby’s a teenager and it’s not his fault where his mind drifts to. Not his fault that the image of Rogue on her knees swims into his vision. But, no, that’s not right. Should be him on his back, her above him, straddling his thighs, flicking her long hair out of her face, and that feels more realistic. Rogue staring down at him, shifting lower, hint of a smile on her face and danger in her eyes.
Rogue takes another bite, banana disappearing into her mouth, and Bobby can hear the soft sound of it yielding to her, and his palm rubs between his legs as discreetly as he’s able to. Larger bite this time, more of it filling her mouth, and in his mind’s eye, Bobby sees her lips stretching over him, and he knows Rogue isn’t a tease by nature, only by power, and he knows there’d be no hesitation there, swallowing him down with ease. Holding his hips still with deceptively strong hands, strong gloved hands, and that image has him biting down a groan and rolling his hips up into his own grip, and he’s really glad that Rogue is as interested in current affairs as she is, because otherwise she might just notice the way he’s squirming in his chair.
She’s barely finished her last bite when she takes another, and he wanders how much of him she’d be able to take, knows she’d push herself beyond her limits, because that’s just the way Rogue is. Opening her throat to him, growling and pushing forward and, God, her nose pressed to his stomach. Swallowing around him, mouth watering around him, and Bobby’s eyes slit, and he chews at his lip, and his hips roll continuously, and his other hand has joined the first, kneading at his crotch almost frantically.
And then Rogue swallows her mouthful, throat working, and it sounds wet and dirty and Bobby thinks hot salty mine and he’s trembling, cock spasming against the inside of his jeans, coming silently, trying to keep the gasp out of his breath, and Rogue drops the empty peel on to the coffee table in front of her.
Bobby stares unseeing at the television, thinking that later he’s going to be really embarrassed about all this, but his body and brain can’t quite seem to care.
Rogue offers him a banana without turning her attention from the news report, and it takes far too much effort for Bobby to find his voice, politely refuse the offer. She shrugs and begins to peel it for herself, and Bobby’s cock gives a despondent twitch and Bobby thinks he’s doomed.
Fandom: X-Men (movieverse)
Pairing: Bobby/Rogue
Rating: NC-17
Words: 824
Timeline: Pre-X2
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "banana".Summary: Stupid fruit.
Sometimes he thinks Rogue is doing it on purpose. And then he feels bad, because he knows she isn’t. She can’t help the way she looks, and she can’t help the way she is, and, really, it’s Bobby’s fault that he’s so affected by her.
Bright spark of hormones, licking at his stomach, settling just above his crotch. Shifts a little in his seat, hopes she doesn’t notice. Doesn’t want to embarrass her, or, worse, upset her. Cherishes the closeness they’ve formed in a way he knows is dorky, that makes John roll his eyes and call him a girl. But he’s still proud of the way she’s opened up to him. Knows that she hasn’t shared nearly a fraction of her secrets with him, guesses she probably never will do. But it’s still okay, because what they have is better than having nothing at all.
So he really doesn’t need her to catch him drooling so openly, because the last time that happened she was clearly torn over whether to be more angry at him or herself. Not her fault that she can’t touch, Bobby knows that, but sometimes Rogue is the one who forgets.
So. Sit there quietly, try not to whimper, and watch as her lips close around the very tip of the fleshy fruit.
Bobby doesn’t even really like bananas, but he suddenly finds himself extremely jealous of them. Of that one in particular, as Rogue makes a soft humming sound of pleasure. Flash of white teeth, and she bites off the end, tongue darting out to swipe at her lower lip, to savour the taste. And Bobby tries to be as slow and subtle as possible as his hand slides off the arm of his chair, reaches for his lap, cups the now full-blown erection he’s sporting, and he’s really really glad they’re the only ones in the television room at that moment.
And Rogue chews thoughtfully, eyes on the news reporter, and Bobby can’t decide if it would be better to excuse himself and leave and risk drawing her attention to his dishevelled state, or if he should wait it out and prey that Rogue decides one is enough and doesn’t eat the entire bunch.
Rogue brings the banana back up to her mouth, lips parting expectantly, and Bobby’s a teenager and it’s not his fault where his mind drifts to. Not his fault that the image of Rogue on her knees swims into his vision. But, no, that’s not right. Should be him on his back, her above him, straddling his thighs, flicking her long hair out of her face, and that feels more realistic. Rogue staring down at him, shifting lower, hint of a smile on her face and danger in her eyes.
Rogue takes another bite, banana disappearing into her mouth, and Bobby can hear the soft sound of it yielding to her, and his palm rubs between his legs as discreetly as he’s able to. Larger bite this time, more of it filling her mouth, and in his mind’s eye, Bobby sees her lips stretching over him, and he knows Rogue isn’t a tease by nature, only by power, and he knows there’d be no hesitation there, swallowing him down with ease. Holding his hips still with deceptively strong hands, strong gloved hands, and that image has him biting down a groan and rolling his hips up into his own grip, and he’s really glad that Rogue is as interested in current affairs as she is, because otherwise she might just notice the way he’s squirming in his chair.
She’s barely finished her last bite when she takes another, and he wanders how much of him she’d be able to take, knows she’d push herself beyond her limits, because that’s just the way Rogue is. Opening her throat to him, growling and pushing forward and, God, her nose pressed to his stomach. Swallowing around him, mouth watering around him, and Bobby’s eyes slit, and he chews at his lip, and his hips roll continuously, and his other hand has joined the first, kneading at his crotch almost frantically.
And then Rogue swallows her mouthful, throat working, and it sounds wet and dirty and Bobby thinks hot salty mine and he’s trembling, cock spasming against the inside of his jeans, coming silently, trying to keep the gasp out of his breath, and Rogue drops the empty peel on to the coffee table in front of her.
Bobby stares unseeing at the television, thinking that later he’s going to be really embarrassed about all this, but his body and brain can’t quite seem to care.
Rogue offers him a banana without turning her attention from the news report, and it takes far too much effort for Bobby to find his voice, politely refuse the offer. She shrugs and begins to peel it for herself, and Bobby’s cock gives a despondent twitch and Bobby thinks he’s doomed.
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Date: 07/04/2007 21:52 (UTC)That was hot. Very very hot. Nice job. Poor Bobby.
*shivers*
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Date: 07/04/2007 22:00 (UTC)I shall keep looking out for more fics. :D
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