Title: A Loss Of Control

Author: Scorpio (scorpiofic@aol.com)

Website: no site, but all stories are listed at a friend's: http://members.tripod.com/sentinel-cat/Scorpio/

Rating: NC-17 for underage sex and angst

Pairing/main characters: Iceman/Pyro

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Slash. Bobby and John finally 'consummate' their relationship and discover that it's not as easy to be intimate when you and your lover are mutants.

Disclaimer: Marvel Inc, Stan Lee and Fox own all... I'm merely perverting their vision... but not for profit, so it's okay.

Archive/distribution: Want. Take. Have.

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A Loss Of Control

By Scorpio

 

Bobby could feel the blood pounding in his veins and his throbbing cock was trapped painfully in his jeans. His moaned into the open wet heat of John's mouth and rubbed his crotch against his boyfriend's muscled thigh. The sweet pleasure was diluted through multiple layers of cloth to tease at his senses. Hunger and need rose up in him and he wanted more. Much more...

Trembling with desire, Bobby slid his hand along John's body until he could finally reach the buttons going down the front of his chest. He started at the collar and quickly fumbled his way down until he reached faded blue denim. That sudden shift pulled him partway out of the fog of lust and he became still. He slowly pulled out of the kiss and locked eyes with his best friend.

"Um... we've never... Uh, I mean... We've only just kissed before, ya know... hot make-out sessions. But, ah... this time I wanna..."

John reached out and placed one long slender finger against Bobby's lips. He fell silent.

"Yes."

It took a few seconds for his ears to carry the sound to his brain and then for his brain to translate that single word. Once it did, Bobby's entire body pulsed with renewed passion and want. His breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat and for a brief moment, he feared he was going to blow it by cuming in his pants.

Then, before he could ask John if he was *really* sure, he felt himself being pulled back into a mind numbing kiss. John's soft lips brushed against his lightly and his wet tongue darted out to lick at the corner of Bobby's mouth. With a shudder, Bobby opened up to that wet intruder, welcoming it in.

Suddenly, as if they had a mind of their own, his hands were yanking John's shirt tails up out of his jeans and pulling it off of his arms. His feet got into the action by quickly and gracelessly toeing the shoe off of the opposite foot until he was standing in his socks. Then John got involved by reaching out and removing Bobby's clothing as well.

His mind felt as if it had shut down. His thoughts became incoherent as his body was buffeted with sensation upon sensation. The taste of his boyfriends tongue in his mouth, the feeling of John's hands leaving delicious trails of heat upon his bare thighs, the firm muscles of his lover's chest pressed tightly against his own. The scent of male musk rising up around him. Passion and hunger and a fierce need that he'd never felt before rose up inside of him and left him feeling dizzy.

Suddenly, the entire world tilted sideways and he clutched the heated flesh of his best friend tightly. He braced for impact with the hard floor, but instead, he fell upon a soft cottony mattress. The impact came a second later when John's body landed on top of his. His breath whooshed out of his lungs and they shared a quiet giggle of pure joy and happiness.

As the minor surprise quickly washed away, Bobby's body parts began reporting in to his brain all kinds of wonderful information. The fact that John's solid body was hot against his flesh and his skin was silken to the touch was noted with delight. He felt his laughter fade away and gave in to the temptation of running the tips of his fingers up the lean muscled length of John's arms from his elbows to his shoulders. From there, his exploring fingers traveled along the pale column of his neck and then up into the glorious softness of his hair. With a gentle smile, Bobby pulled his lover down for another heart pounding kiss.

Desire welled up within him once more as John opened up and kissed him back with a passion that rivaled his own. His skin tingled and his cock throbbed. His thoughts turned chaotic once again as his mind simply demanded _more_.

Then John shifted slightly to get better access to his mouth and Bobby wiggled underneath him and by happy accident their twin hardnesses caressed each other. Bobby broke off the kiss with a gasp from the intense flash of pleasure that raced from his groin, up his spine, and directly into his brain.

"Oh Gods Bobby! Do that *again*!"

Not quite sure just what it was he had done the first time, but working on instinct, Bobby pushed his hips upwards against John's solid weight above him. Flesh rubbed against flesh. Electric pleasure jolted into his throbbing and angry cock and he felt John shudder at the sensation that movement caused. Not really thinking, just feeling, Bobby spread his legs apart and moaned at the wonderful sensation of John's hard and hot shaft pressing down on him further.

Bobby turned his face and peeled his eyelids open just in time to see John's face coming closer, descending for a kiss. With a shiver, he closed his eyes again and let himself get lost in the amazing sensations as they began to kiss and thrust against one another.

Wet hot tongue in his mouth. Hot flesh pressing him into the soft bed. Slick sweat pooling in the dips and valleys of his body. Tingling pleasure rubbing along his cock. A deep and wonderful ache in his balls as he strained for release.

And heat. So much heat. Waves of heat rolled over him, melting him, forcing him to shudder and shake.

He needed to explode, to find release from this desperate need, from the hunger, from the heat. He needed cool breezes and chilly sheets and sparkling ice to drench this burning yearning desperate *want*! He groaned in his delightful torment, his body twisting and pulsing and throbbing.

Bobby could feel himself on the edge. He was going to explode into a thousand glittering shards of ice. He was going to melt into a pile of salty water and drip across overheated flesh. He was going to go mad with the pleasure, with the painful burning hunger that was trying to devour him. He thrust up against his lover *hard* and gripped his fingers tightly on his heaving shoulders and *came*!

White light flashed blindingly behind his clenched eyes and his body shuddered and pulsed with pleasure and semen and ice. His world was perfect and clean and beautiful... for a swift heartbeat.

Then a burning rolling wave of scorching heat rushed over him, drowning him in crackling pain. He flinched away, but he was mercilessly trapped beneath a writhing mass. Bobby screamed in both excruciating pleasure and exquisite pain and a small part of his mind realized that his was not the only voice crying out it's agony.

Bobby felt his body begin to convulse and shake. He knew a moment of utter panic and fear... and then he was swallowed up into a black oblivion.

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Bobby felt a wave of disorienting dizziness and choked down the sudden urge to be sick. A cool damp cloth brushed against his forehead and the sensation faded back. It was swiftly replaced by a throbbing sensation that was echoed by various spots on his body. As he found himself being pulled closer and closer to true consciousness, the throbbing evolved into sharp spikes of pain. He couldn't stop a groan from escaping his lips.

"Bobby? Bobby? Can you hear me?"

The voice was soft and musical, yet it sounded odd. As if he were hearing it while under water. He tried to open his eyes so he could see who it was, but his lids were so very heavy and he ached with intense pain.

"Bobby? Can you wake up for me? Bobby?"

The voice sounded a little clearer this time, so he tried once again. After much effort, Bobby was able to partially open his eyes. A very blurry vision of Dr. Grey swam before him. He couldn't tell where he was because the light in the room was bright and it blinded him from seeing any details.

"Whe..."

His dry mouth betrayed him and his voice cracked. With a soft smile of understanding, Dr. Grey reached out to him and he felt a soothingly cool sliver of ice slide between his parched lips.

"You're in the infirmary."

A brief flutter of confusion washed over him to be swiftly followed by crystal clear memory. His body jerked at the flood of images that rushed into his mind. Red hot agony speared through him and his nerve endings shrieked in protest. He gasped air into his lungs painfully.

"No! Don't try to move. Just... just lay back. You're safe now. It's over."

Despite her reassurances, the razor sharp barb of panic would not leave him.

"John?"

Dr. Grey turned her head to look across the room. Biting back a whimper at the pain, Bobby turned his head to see what it was she was staring at. What he saw pierced his heart and left his soul bleeding. John lay upon another bed in the infirmary. He was piled high with thick blankets and I.V. lines ran into both of his arms. His normally pale creamy skin was mottled with patches of pink and white.

"Bobby... John's being treated for severe hypothermia and frostbite."

He felt his heart skip a beat. His mind screamed in protest and tried to deny what he had just heard. Horror and guilt beat against his soul and he wanted to cry. He really really wanted to... but for some reason, the tears wouldn't fall.

"We've managed to get his body temperature up quite a bit and it's still rising. He'll be fine. We were able to get to him fast enough to prevent any permanent damage. I just... I just wish I could say the same for you."

Dr. Grey waited a brief moment, but Bobby didn't ask what was wrong with him. He truly didn't care. He was much more worried about John's health and his grief and self anger were rising up within him to new and unexplored heights. Finally, Dr. Grey sighed and continued speaking.

"You sustained first and second degree burns over a good portion of your body. You only have two spots that reached the severity of third degree. You were able to put most of the flames out yourself... well, the water did anyway."

For some reason, that last statement stuck in Bobby's mind. He didn't really remember any water and it confused him.

"Water?"

Dr. Grey nodded and fed him another ice chip.

"Yes. It seems that John set you, the bed and the curtains on fire... While you on the other hand, froze John, the floor and some pipes beneath it with solid ice. One of those pipes was the water pipe that goes to the bathrooms in the dorms. When it froze, it also exploded and let lose a torrent of water that dosed most of the flames. You'll be happy to know that no one else was injured during, uh... the incident."

Bobby felt a major wash of relief pour into his mind at finding out that he hadn't hurt any body else, but that still didn't wipe him clean of the guilt that was eating away at him for what happened to John.

He stared at his lover with dry eyes and swore to himself that he'd never ever hurt him or anyone else again. As much as it would hurt to lose his lover and best friend, Bobby decided that the first thing he'd do once John woke up was to break up with him. He couldn't risk encasing him in solid ice again. Even if it meant that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life alone and without love, it didn't matter. He couldn't risk it... he couldn't allow himself to lose control again. Never again...

 

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