Author: Kat Lee
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: Any, any, finally feeling warm again requested by profshallowness
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 21 February 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He didn’t know his first kiss would be like this. He’s been kissed before by a few of the girls at the school he went to before coming here. He’s been kissed on the forehead and on the cheek, never on the lips, but he’s also never been kissed by a guy.
He’s never felt fur brush against his lips. He never even had a pet growing up -- his father wouldn’t allow that, among many, many other things --, but the lips pushing against his go far beyond any dog’s or cat’s, even a big cat’s. Bobby’s quite sure there’s nothing like the lips pressed against his now in the whole, wide world. There may be other furry mutants, but there’s only one Hank McCoy.
He’d forgotten what it felt like to be warm. When he’d first started turning cold, his father had grunted he simply needed to fight off the sickness. His mother had cried and prayed over him, all to no avail; finally, she’d called upon the Professor. Professor Xavier had come and pulled him out of his ice. He’d helped him to realize that there was nothing wrong with him for being a mutant, and perhaps there was nothing wrong with this either. How could it be when it feels so wonderful?
Bobby’s been cold inside for years now. It’s part of being the Iceman, of being who he is, but right now, he doesn’t feel cold at all. He moans against Hank’s lips for the kiss feels so good. His boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to slide his tongue into Bobby’s mouth and wrap it around Bobby’s own tongue. It’s a good thing he’s not a man made of ice right now, because if he was, Bobby’s quite certain he’d be melted.
He opens his eyes a crack and sees Hank’s glasses are beginning to steam. Seeing his look, Hank worries. He lifts his mouth from his and almost doesn’t hear the soft, plaintive sound Bobby makes. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Bobby whispers, stroking his fur. “Nothing at all.” And for the first time, he realizes, it’s true. There’s nothing wrong! He’s loved, and he loves the man who loves him. He’s a mutant, but it’s just the way God made him just like He made him to love this man. “Kiss me again,” he whispers. Hank obliges, his touch, his kiss, his love answering all of Bobby’s unspoken prayers.