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dorksidefikerTitle: Paradox
Author:dorksidefiker
Fandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: 11. Hold On
Character/Pairing: Northstar/Chamber
Rating: R
Word Count: 208
Summary: Just a short pit of pr0n. No real plot.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Written forempty_tea
Just a little longer-
It was amazing how much emotion Jono could put in to those words. A short lifetime worth of yearning and lust and that hint of pain that colored all the telepath’s words. Jean-Paul’s lips followed the curve of Jono’s neck, tracing a path from the back of his ear to his shoulder. He tasted only bandages; even at his most intimate, the boy refused to remove his wrappings. Jean-Paul always found it a fascinating paradox, if that was the right word, that Jono would remove those in a fight, but at no other time. He could be so very touchy.
“Soon,” Jean-Paul insisted, hand sliding smoothly up and down Jono’s cock. His skin remained cool and pale in spite of everything Jean-Paul did. The speedster liked to think of that as a challenge, despite being relatively certain that Jono didn’t actually have blood any more. He would raise a flush to that skin; if the telepath could get hard, then he would blush.
Author:
dorksidefikerFandom: X-Men
Table/Prompt: 11. Hold On
Character/Pairing: Northstar/Chamber
Rating: R
Word Count: 208
Summary: Just a short pit of pr0n. No real plot.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Written for
empty_teaJust a little longer-
It was amazing how much emotion Jono could put in to those words. A short lifetime worth of yearning and lust and that hint of pain that colored all the telepath’s words. Jean-Paul’s lips followed the curve of Jono’s neck, tracing a path from the back of his ear to his shoulder. He tasted only bandages; even at his most intimate, the boy refused to remove his wrappings. Jean-Paul always found it a fascinating paradox, if that was the right word, that Jono would remove those in a fight, but at no other time. He could be so very touchy.
“Soon,” Jean-Paul insisted, hand sliding smoothly up and down Jono’s cock. His skin remained cool and pale in spite of everything Jean-Paul did. The speedster liked to think of that as a challenge, despite being relatively certain that Jono didn’t actually have blood any more. He would raise a flush to that skin; if the telepath could get hard, then he would blush.