Not Tonight, Maybe Tomorrow?
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katleeptTitle: Not Tonight, Maybe Tomorrow?
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Bank (Bobby/Hank)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hc_bingo: Backrubs/Massages
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,002
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"RRRoberrrt," Hank called, his weary, muffled voice sounding somewhere between a pitiful whine and the beginning rumbles of a purr, "aren't thou not coming to bed?"
Bobby arched an eyebrow at his speech. They were both exhausted, but Hank only started spouting Shakespearean language unintentionally when he was at his weariest. Still, they dealt with exhaustion in different ways, and Bobby wasn't ready to retire for the evening yet. There were still too many memories of the battles today to protect the world's young mutants that he didn't want creeping into his mind when he tried to shut his bloodshot eyes. "Maybe in a bit," he called back.
As Hank started talking about sleeping perchance to dream of each other, he rolled his eyes and tried to refocus his attention on his game. Shots rang out, and he rolled his eyes a second time. Leave it to his fuzzy, albeit sometimes truly delightful, boyfriend to get him killed! He still had more lives and quickly gained another. He leaned forward on his seat, pounding on his controller as he swept rapidly through more layers of the game's maze.
"Rrrroberrrrt, I fear I can not wait much longer."
Bobby sighed and got killed again. "I'll cuddle up next to you soon, Hank, promise," he answered, but it was a good thirty minutes before he lost his final life. He considered restarting the game, but Hank had sounded so pleading. He could always play later when Hank was lost to him in his endless test tubes and quest for cures.
He padded barefooted into their bedroom and stopped as he took in the sight of his lover. Hank had tried to wait for him. There were candles lit in the room and classical music playing so softly that Bobby hadn't been able to hear it for the sounds of his game. He sighed dreamily at the sight. They had had such a trying day, but at the end of it all, Hank had still put him first -- or, at least, he had tried to. Bobby had ruined it all with a stupid video game. He sighed, shook his head at his own self, and laid down beside his lover.
Hank's blue fur was matted with sweat, but at least his cuts had stopped bleeding. Bobby ran gentle fingers over the gashes that he had endured earlier. Hank didn't stir, but his strokes stopped as his fingers became entangled with one of his mats. He started to move for the brush but stilled when Hank groaned. His lover had had the best of intentions to spend the remainder of their evening together even though they'd missed their planned date, but he was just too tired.
Bobby didn't want to wake him, so he gently untangled his fingers and swept his hands again over Hank's back. He rolled to his knees beside Hank and focused, bringing icicles from his fingertips and melting it into Hank's thick, blue fur. Rivulets of water soon gently ran over his mats and cuts, and when Hank groaned again, it wasn't the sound of a man returning to consciousness. Instead, it was the dreamy sound of a man very much in pleasure.
Bobby grinned, leaned forward, and kissed him between his massive shoulders. His lips worked their way down as he kept his melting ice flowing. Their bed, and quite probably even their room, would be a mess later, but he could clean it easily enough. Besides, their whole freaking life was a mess. It didn't matter if he made things a little messier if it brought pleasure to the man he loved.
His lips stopped just as the waistband of Hank's blue shorts. "Do not stop," Henry murmured, the surprising, rumbling sound of his voice making Bobby jump slightly.
He grinned at him. "I thought you were asleep."
"I was," he admitted, and Bobby could hear the smile and slight, teasing guilt in his voice, "but I was waiting for you, my love."
Bobby grinned again, looking down at him. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Blue. You should've told me."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Hmph. It was a surprise, all right. I didn't know you still had it in you after today's mission."
"Perhaps I did not, but I certainly wanted to try."
"And you did," Bobby reassured him. He leaned forward once more and kissed the side of his neck just as his music came to an end. Hank's deep purring replaced the classical strands and sounded far better to Bobby who rolled over beside him.
Hank turned on his side. The tips of his fangs glistened in the candlelight as he grinned up at him. "The night is not over yet."
"No," Bobby agreed, although he knew neither of them still possessed the energy to make happen that for which they had once hoped today would bring. They were always so busy what with Hank's various duties as a world renowned doctor and scientist and both their duties to the world and mutant kind as X-Men.
They leaned closer and began kissing gently. Bobby continued his wet massage while Hank's reached over him and began kneading the small of his back. Bobby moaned, eyes fluttering closed, and leaned closer. Their hands were so gentle, and the passion was there, but so, too, was the exhaustion. They massaged each other gently, easing out the knots the day had given their muscles, but it was morning before their eyes opened again.
Hank smiled as Bobby's eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he whispered softly.
Bobby grinned. This time, he felt guilty, but there was no real need. They both understood that they could only push their bodies so far, no matter how greatly they wanted to be together. "Good morning," he answered quietly, hoping his breath didn't stink too bad as he knew how delicate Hank's nose was.
Hank didn't seem to mind his breath as he nuzzled in closer. "Shall we try again?" he purred, and Bobby grinned. "Always," he promised and kissed him deeply.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Bank (Bobby/Hank)
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt:
hc_bingo: Backrubs/MassagesWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,002
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
"RRRoberrrt," Hank called, his weary, muffled voice sounding somewhere between a pitiful whine and the beginning rumbles of a purr, "aren't thou not coming to bed?"
Bobby arched an eyebrow at his speech. They were both exhausted, but Hank only started spouting Shakespearean language unintentionally when he was at his weariest. Still, they dealt with exhaustion in different ways, and Bobby wasn't ready to retire for the evening yet. There were still too many memories of the battles today to protect the world's young mutants that he didn't want creeping into his mind when he tried to shut his bloodshot eyes. "Maybe in a bit," he called back.
As Hank started talking about sleeping perchance to dream of each other, he rolled his eyes and tried to refocus his attention on his game. Shots rang out, and he rolled his eyes a second time. Leave it to his fuzzy, albeit sometimes truly delightful, boyfriend to get him killed! He still had more lives and quickly gained another. He leaned forward on his seat, pounding on his controller as he swept rapidly through more layers of the game's maze.
"Rrrroberrrrt, I fear I can not wait much longer."
Bobby sighed and got killed again. "I'll cuddle up next to you soon, Hank, promise," he answered, but it was a good thirty minutes before he lost his final life. He considered restarting the game, but Hank had sounded so pleading. He could always play later when Hank was lost to him in his endless test tubes and quest for cures.
He padded barefooted into their bedroom and stopped as he took in the sight of his lover. Hank had tried to wait for him. There were candles lit in the room and classical music playing so softly that Bobby hadn't been able to hear it for the sounds of his game. He sighed dreamily at the sight. They had had such a trying day, but at the end of it all, Hank had still put him first -- or, at least, he had tried to. Bobby had ruined it all with a stupid video game. He sighed, shook his head at his own self, and laid down beside his lover.
Hank's blue fur was matted with sweat, but at least his cuts had stopped bleeding. Bobby ran gentle fingers over the gashes that he had endured earlier. Hank didn't stir, but his strokes stopped as his fingers became entangled with one of his mats. He started to move for the brush but stilled when Hank groaned. His lover had had the best of intentions to spend the remainder of their evening together even though they'd missed their planned date, but he was just too tired.
Bobby didn't want to wake him, so he gently untangled his fingers and swept his hands again over Hank's back. He rolled to his knees beside Hank and focused, bringing icicles from his fingertips and melting it into Hank's thick, blue fur. Rivulets of water soon gently ran over his mats and cuts, and when Hank groaned again, it wasn't the sound of a man returning to consciousness. Instead, it was the dreamy sound of a man very much in pleasure.
Bobby grinned, leaned forward, and kissed him between his massive shoulders. His lips worked their way down as he kept his melting ice flowing. Their bed, and quite probably even their room, would be a mess later, but he could clean it easily enough. Besides, their whole freaking life was a mess. It didn't matter if he made things a little messier if it brought pleasure to the man he loved.
His lips stopped just as the waistband of Hank's blue shorts. "Do not stop," Henry murmured, the surprising, rumbling sound of his voice making Bobby jump slightly.
He grinned at him. "I thought you were asleep."
"I was," he admitted, and Bobby could hear the smile and slight, teasing guilt in his voice, "but I was waiting for you, my love."
Bobby grinned again, looking down at him. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting, Blue. You should've told me."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Hmph. It was a surprise, all right. I didn't know you still had it in you after today's mission."
"Perhaps I did not, but I certainly wanted to try."
"And you did," Bobby reassured him. He leaned forward once more and kissed the side of his neck just as his music came to an end. Hank's deep purring replaced the classical strands and sounded far better to Bobby who rolled over beside him.
Hank turned on his side. The tips of his fangs glistened in the candlelight as he grinned up at him. "The night is not over yet."
"No," Bobby agreed, although he knew neither of them still possessed the energy to make happen that for which they had once hoped today would bring. They were always so busy what with Hank's various duties as a world renowned doctor and scientist and both their duties to the world and mutant kind as X-Men.
They leaned closer and began kissing gently. Bobby continued his wet massage while Hank's reached over him and began kneading the small of his back. Bobby moaned, eyes fluttering closed, and leaned closer. Their hands were so gentle, and the passion was there, but so, too, was the exhaustion. They massaged each other gently, easing out the knots the day had given their muscles, but it was morning before their eyes opened again.
Hank smiled as Bobby's eyes fluttered open. "Good morning," he whispered softly.
Bobby grinned. This time, he felt guilty, but there was no real need. They both understood that they could only push their bodies so far, no matter how greatly they wanted to be together. "Good morning," he answered quietly, hoping his breath didn't stink too bad as he knew how delicate Hank's nose was.
Hank didn't seem to mind his breath as he nuzzled in closer. "Shall we try again?" he purred, and Bobby grinned. "Always," he promised and kissed him deeply.
The End
