Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee
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Good Time Chilling

Title: Good Time Chilling
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: X-Men
Character/Pairing: Beast/Iceman, Gambit, light Gambit/Rogue
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Monday Flash Challenge: Shaving
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 714
Date Written: 21 May 2018
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.





“Step right up! Step right up! We’ve got shaved ice! We’ve got fresh, real snow! We’ve got ice cream -- every flavor you can imagine and then some! If it’s cold and it’s sweet and you want it, we’ve got it!!”

Hank smiled, amused, as he watched his boyfriend work his ice cream stand. Normally, his ears would have been back against his furry head and he would have been annoyed by Bobby’s poor use of the English language, but today it didn’t bother him in the least. The sun was shining. The birds were singing, and he was surrounded by friends and family, all having a rare, good time.

A motorcycle gunned, its rider showing off as he came to a stop in front of the stand. Remy swung one long leg over his bike, looked admiringly around him, and called to Bobby, “I’ll take one o’ e’ery flavor, an’ keep ‘em comin’.”

Bobby looked at him in surprise. “I thought you said no one can make shaved ice like they do in New Orleans?”

“Nobody can make anythin’ like dey do in Orleans,” Remy remarked, lighting up a cigarette as he looked around him at the beautiful women surrounding Bobby’s stand. His red eyes admired the long, shapely legs shown off by the shorts Rogue, Ororo, Jean, Kitty, and Rachel were wearing as well as their tops that bared most of their tanning bodies and left little unseen. Henry noticed, with a keen eye, that the only girl he didn’t oogle was young Jubilee who was dressed similarly to the others and was busy licking some frozen, flavored ice on a popsicle stick.

“De one ding dat is universal -- “ Remy continued but paused when Hank locked eyes with him. A silent warning passed between Hank’s feral, catlike, yellow eyes into Remy’s red orbs. Unlike their friend, Wolverine, who was grilling a small distance away from where they stood, Henry wasn’t known for his temper, but he was known for protecting the man he loved and his fragile pride. Remy swept his appreciative gaze over the women who were gathered around them in part because they wanted Bobby’s ice cream and also in part because they knew they were safe with these two men, a couple of the best gay guy friends for whom a girl could ask.

Remy’s head inclined in a subtle nod to Hank as he looked back at Bobby with a wide grin. “ -- is good taste, mon ami.” He handed him a bunch of crisp, green dollars and started in on his first snowcone of the day. One bite later, and he was actually almost humming with appreciation. “Mmm. Dis is good! Better’n I thought they’d be, Drake. I oughta take you to Orleans sometime.”

Hank’s eyes narrowed, but this time, LeBeau ignored him. “What d’ya say? You, me, maybe a couple of de ladies? We can paint de town red.”

“I thought you said New Orleans stayed red all the time.”

Remy laughed. “It does, but dis time, we’ll smooth it over wit’ red snow. You dink you can manage dat?”

Bobby grinned. “It’s a date,” he said, eager to try and even more pleased that LeBeau was actually enjoying his yummy creations.

Irritation ticked in Hank’s furry cheek. He moved closer to Bobby. “I believe I’ll have another, my dearrrest,” he purred, knowing that would win him Bobby’s attention immediately.

“Of course, Big Blue.” Bobby grinned, grabbing a cup and holding his bare hand over the top of it. Tendrils of ice began shaving from his very fingertips and curled into the cup as he started forming one of his super special, small ice sculptures inside it.

As Hank selected his flavors and watched Bobby pour the juice on, Rogue scooted closer to them. “We can all go to New Orleans sometime when we get a break this Summer,” she said, touching Hank’s arm in a comforting, companionable gesture, “on one condition.”

“What’s dat, chere?”

“We take a real man with us. You’ll come, won’t you, Hank?” She smiled at him.

A slow, fang-filled smile spread over Hank’s face. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Behind them, Remy humphed. He wouldn’t have the free for all he wanted with Bobby and the girls after all!


The End
Tags: x-men: bobby/hank, x-men: gambit, x-men: romy
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