Thread: X-Men Evolved

The Cajun chuckled into her flesh, How much slower am I s'posed to go? Cupping a hand around the back of his head, Rogue pulled the man up to her lips. Why don't we start here? Remy sighed, lips quirked as he slid his fingers up into her hair and pressed his mouth to hers gently and slowly. Since they didn't get to see a lot of each other, making out like horny teenagers usually wasn't a priority. But it sure was fun! Remy kissed deep, and tender Rogue, long and passionately. Together, they were a perfect match of tongue and lips, all smiles but no teeth. However, Remy pulled back, Before we get too carried away, he rubbed his mouth, should someone check on Deimos? Da boy really looked upset. Rogue raised a brow. D'ya wanna do it? Cuz ya probably shoulda mentioned that earlier. Remy pulled her close to his clothed erection, I'm busy. In da middle of some important business. That's what Ah thought, Rogue grinned. Ya think me textin' Hank will be enough? He really watches out for Deimos. Him, Logan, Bobby, it's all da same to me, he grinned intk her neck. Remy ain't movin'. She sat up slowly, trying not to dislodge Remy, and looked around for her phone. Grabbing it off her nightstand, Rogue texted Hank -Remy said he broke up a fight between Wilson and Deimos Deimos was seriously upset about it. Can you make sure he's okay? Thank you! Done. She tossed the phone somewhere at the foot of her bed and went back to soaking up Remy's attention. Again, Remy picked her up, but instead he flipped to land on his back with Rogue atop him. His hands gripped her hips, massaging them. Not done, Chere, he smirked. Just gettin' started. Rogue rounded her back, leaning over him. I hope so. --- The face-down phone on Hank's desk buzzed. The doctor put his glasses on and opened the message, frowning deeply when he read it. Deimos hadn't been by yet, but he didn't know when this incident had occurred. Checking his watch, Hank decided he'd give it some time before checking up on the teen. --- Wade had laughed at Bobby for the short amount of time he'd lasted. The blonde blushed and started to defend himself but was shut up quickly when Wade tossed him back on the bed and started to clean him up again - this time with his mouth. Deimos hadn't mentioned anything about a fight when he was there earlier, so it must've just happened. Checking his watch - etc etc Bobby was near mortified. He just came from being fingered. Having his ass stretched, and forced to watch as Wade's fingers played with him. His fingers dug into the blankets below as he tried to pin his hips down and not follow the merc's mouth. Wade sucked harshly while slowly pulling his mouth off the blonde. Think you can go three for three Blondie? He grinned up at Bobby, nuzzling the split-slicked prize in front of him. By the looks of this I'd say you can. Please, no more, the blonde gasped. Give me a break. Mmmmm, nah. One more. Wade swallowed him down again without giving Bobby a chance to protest. He was pushing boundaries but the blonde's pleas just didn't sound authentic enough. He sounded like Petey did just before he'd hit number five, and that was always when things would get interesting. Biting his lips, Bobby bucked, his fingers diving into dark hair. When his nails dug in, subsequently, Wade's roots started to frost over. The merc shuddered at the sensation, prickling and numbing at the same time, and moaned around Bobby. It briefly occurred to him that this could be seriously dangerous, but he'd done worse things for an orgasm before and wasn't going to let a brain freeze stop him. A shakey moan hitched in the blonde's throat at the moan around his member. Bobby squirmed as his hips convulsed, his knees over Wade's shoulders, toes curling. Don't, don't, don't, don't, he murmured, each word gaining in pitch higher and higher while his head pressed deep into the mattress. Firm fingers massaged an ever tightening sac and if Wade's mouth wasn't full he would've been murmuring encouragement to get the other to the edge. As is it was, he slid down and circled his tongue around a head that he figured had to be downright purple at this point before taking all of the man back into his mouth. Gag reflex long gone, he merely hummed deep in his chest and swallowed hard when the head hit the back of his throat. A single tear dripped down from one of Bobby's eyes as they widened. It felt as though his heart stilled. Like he wasn't breathing. But, it was just a singular powerful orgasm. So strong that Bobby couldn't even cry out. The merc's mouth kept milking, mind wandering as he wondered if he could force Bobby past five in one day. Probably not, as the poor blonde appeared to have whited out. He moved from engulfing the other to merely licking, suckling the loosening skin here and there and dragging the point of his tongue through Bobby's slit. One of Wade's hands rubbed at a thigh in a lazy attempt to ground the other. Wanna go again? he offered between languid laps at the prominent vein on the underside. If Wade thought Bobby could hear him then he was sorely mistaken. All of the blonde's energy was into breathing and regulating his heartbeat. He just lied there, convulsing every few seconds as his eyes slowly remembered that they could not just blink, but close. An evil grin spread over Wade's face. He knew the best way to get Bobby's attention. Or get to number four, whichever came first. He sucked on his middle finger for just a moment before swallowing Bobby back down. His finger slipped easily into the previously stretched hole and he already knew exactly where to point it to make the blonde see stars. With a sharp jab followed by continuous pressure, Wade hoped to earn a scream this time. A scream is just what he got. Bobby's lungs filled with air only to explode as his back arched. A chain of high pitched whines slipped out in a hypervenilated style. Wade!!!!! the blonde finally pushed out. His throat was already feeling rough, raw. His nails clawing at the sheets below once more, it was almost instantly when frost grew from his tips and spread. Wade pulled away and wiped his mouth, laughing drinking in the beautiful sight before him. The intrusive finger didn't budge, however, still pushing and even rubbing now. Like that, Blondie? His rhetorical question had already been answered by the rapidly cooling mattress beneath them both, but he just had to taunt. Was that four? He asked, free hand tugging at Bobby's non-erection. I couldn't tell, you've got nothing left, baby. With the bed nearly frosted over, Bobby could only quake as his body tried to get back to normal. It had never gone through such treatment before. Tears streamed down the blonde's eyes only to end up as frozen drops once they hit the bed. Talk to me, Blondie, Wade prompted, grinning wide. He scratched a smooth fingernail against Bobby's prostate as the thumb on his other hand rubbed his glans harshly. Let's get out one more. Turn this place into a winter wonderland. Bobby was barely able to choke out a no and a stop. He was afraid his heart was gonna give out. However, just before the ice was able to hit the floor or the walls, Robert Drake unconsciously iced himself. Frozen, completely. Wade freaked, caught by surprise, and jerked away completely. Woah! Blondie, hey! He knelt over the Bobby's thighs, one hand by his shoulder, the frost crunching beneath him. Blondie, seriously, talk to me. You okay? Still, nearly lifeless, Bobby blinked up at the other man, but said nothing as he kept his lips parted for air to reach his lungs better. Blink twice if you don't need to go to the hospital, Wade deadpanned, staring down at him. A pause, two, and then Bobby didn't need to blink as his ice disappeared. He inhaled sharply once before his breathing evened out, his eyes blinking several times as he winced up at the merc. Wade stared in silence for another moment before busting out laughing, his forehead dropping to Bobby's chest. Jesus, Blondie, you scared me! And that's hard to do. The frost in his hair had started to melt and he ran a hand through it, sitting up, before smearing the cold water on the other's chest. Well? Fun, right? Bobby frowned. He froze his forefingers and thumbs, reaching up to clamp down on Wade's nipples - hard. I thought my heart was gonna stop, asshole, the blonde growled, his voice harsh from the screaming Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow, Wade whimpered, pushing down in Bobby's grasp in an effort to ease the pain. But it didn't! he giggled, still twisting and squirming. But, it could have, Bobby's voice cracked on the last word. The blonde clamped a little harder then twisted as he shared some of his ice to Wade's tips. No, cuz- ow ow ow, easy, I like those. Long fingers wrapped around his wrists as Wade tried to carefully pull Bobby's hands away. No, cuz Petey can do that shit for hours and- frostbite, Blondie, think of the frostbite! Bobby eased his assault, but didn't let go. You're right. The frostbite, he murmured before one hand reached down towards Wade's prick. In a flash there was the blade of a pocket knife against the blue veins of Bobby's wrist. Uh-uh! Don't even joke, Blondie. Especially not after I just gave you the best orgasm of your life you should be grateful! Bobby reached up with the hand that had still be on Wade's chest, gripping the back of his neck and slamming their mouths together then harshly nipped at Wade's lips. Wade flipped his knife closed, slipping it back in his pocket as he returned the kiss with equal ferocity. He ground himself hard into Bobby's thigh, sighing into his mouth with a wave of delicious friction. Normally the merc was fine while getting off someone else, his own desire in the back of his mind. But Bobby's desperate whines and whimpers, his pupils blown wide, and - God! - that scream. Wade ground down again, mumbling, We're not done here yet, Blondie, between the crashing of lips. Bobby pulled away, rubbing his thigh upwards into the older man, You can't take a break? Wade hummed, eyes closing as he let his forehead drop to Bobby's shoulder, chuckling, I'd rather not. His breathing hitched on another long, slow, grind. You just looked so good, baby. Panting and crying, shaking, and when you screamed for me... he moaned softly at the memory. Wish I recorded that. It'd be my ringtone. I'd listen to it on lonely nights. Watch Petey stroke himself off to the sounds of your pleasure. Bobby's fingers slid up along the back of Wade's head, into his hair as the blonde kept him close to his shoulder. His pushed his thigh a little harder into the mercenary as he moved his leg, You're terrible. He grinned into Bobby's chest, pressing lips to skin. Damn straight, he mumbled against the blonde's heartbeat. Wanna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use? While Wade couldn't see it, Bobby cringed. Well, I don't really want to...and last time I almost puked all over you. Shame. Wade kissed his way down to a nipple, hips still now. I love it when you're choking on me. Bobby sighed, I'm not good at it. I don't have the experience and it hurts my jaw. Practice makes perfect, Blondie, Wade chuckled. He sat up, grabbing his shirt by the back of the neck and pulling it over his head. He let it drop on Bobby's face, smirking. I could always bury myself in your tight ass. Bet I could make you come again. Bobby didn't even dignify that last part with a response. Instead, he balled the shirt up and shoved it into Wade's face, Rude. He laughed, hand coming up to Bobby's wrist to push him away. Wade's other hand drifted down between Bobby's thighs, massaging the soft, plump flesh. I'll scrub you down after, he promised, not saying what came 'before'. Lemme use you. Bobby winced, his free hand tossing the shirt aside before gripping onto Wade's groping hand. Bobby looked up a bit disgruntled before he sighed, You really wanna do me? Well, shit, Blondie. I was just gonna get off between your thighs. But if you're offering...! My thighs? Bobby looked up at Wade incredulously. Wade quirked a smile. Cross your ankles, he instructed, reaching under the pillows for another small bottle of lube. I'll show you. Bobby was too perplexed by the fact there was another bottle somewhere he knew it should not have been to obey. He snipped, What the hell, man?! Wade just blinked at him. What? It's not like you make your own. That's not even-! Bobby groaned as he just lied flat on the bed. His hands rubbed at his face as he sighed, Nevermind. Forget it. Smile returning, Wade patted Bobby's thigh. Ankles crossed. He stood up and pushed his pants of his hips, letting them drop to the floor. His ignored erection sprang up, weeping slightly and looking nearly painful. Bobby reluctantly obeyed, eyes avoiding the sight of the unfortunately familiar erection. Wade slicked himself up, hissing at the contact. What's the matter, Blondie? he teased. Don't like how I look? Something like that, the blonde murmured still not looking at the mercenary. Ouch, he chuckled, slipping a lubed hand between Bobby's thighs. You're killing my self-esteem, baby. Wade straddled the blonde's knees, a single finger coming up to tease the man's cock. Bobby squirmed, lifting himself up onto his elbows. That feels gross, he grumbled. It's not gonna get much better, Wade winked, sliding his prick between Bobby's legs with a little force. Bobby hadn't been expecting Wade to pick up his legs, so his back his the bed and he flinched when he felt the warm rod move against the flesh of his thighs. Again, Bobbh squirmed. It felt so weird. Wade sighed, eyes closing. The gripping pressure and soft warmth was such a relief. And the man's squirming just added to the sensation. He'd do Petey like this, on all fours, when the spider's ass was full. It was better that way, he decided, pulling out. On your knees, the merc ordered. What for? Bobby queried irritably. He was not having fun. Cuz I wanna pull your hair, Wade smirked. Bobby frowned, No. Wade laughed, I love your attitude, Blondie. Bobby stuck his tongue out before rising back up on his elbows, Are you done, then? The merc just gestured to his still hard junk, eyebrows raised. What do you think? Iceman just rolled his eyes, Fine. If it shuts you up faster. Bobby grumbled rolling onto his stomach, then raising to his hands and knees. His face was flushed, he hated feeling exposed like this. But instead of going back between his thighs, Wade's finger circled the blonde's hole. You're not still too sensitive, are you? he teased. Immediately, Bobby twisted, shoving at Wade's chest with a foot before he sat back down on his ass. You said thighs! And you said you didn't like it, Wade grinned cheekily. I didn't! Don't! He groaned, Just what the hell do you want? Bobby placed both of his hands on Wade's shoulders, pushing him back with a serious expression. You really want to shove your dick up my ass? It seems like the best option at this point, Wade shrugged.