The mad slasher is at it again! This fic is actually for batE again, because she
referred a new reviewer to "Bittersweet"! (And who is actually her cousin, who,
incidentally, also writes Evietro slash... nifty!) Hope it's worth your while, honey! :D
This is a fic I killed (the first time I tried making batE's Evietro ficcy, which ended up
being "Creepin'") then felt bad about, so I fished its half-finished ass out of the recycle bin.
Juuuust so you know. >.>
Slash, lemon, yaoi, blah blah blah, you know the drill. >:D Just so no one gets all
confused, some parts (mostly at the beginning) skip back between current events and past
events/explanations... it skips around a lot. Trying to organize it only made it more
confusing, in my opinion, so I just left it the way I originally had it. It's hard to describe --
it starts out a little angsty, then gets all lemony and gooey. Gooey is a good word for it,
actually, in every sense. >.O This is another fic that would truly benefit from the use of
italics and bold lettering, but ff.net won't lemme do it, so no... but it would be so cool!
::pouts:: And in this fic, our little Toddles isn't so horrifically homophobic! Yay! And I
decided that these two needed to be the same age here, cuz it just seems well,
wrong to have Evan be a wee little freshman and Pietro a sophomore like they
have it on Evo... so they are both older! Happy early birthday, darlings! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution... it's the other way around! Uh, I mean, um...
::shifty eyes:: never mind. -_- (Dur?) O.o
Cruel To Be Kind
You don't know what you do to me...
Pietro fell back against the headboard, completely spent. Icy blue eyes slid closed in
exhaustion, only to reopen at the sounding knock at the front door, one floor below.
Who the hell? An irritated grunt of displeasure at being disturbed. Someone
else will answer it. They always do.
Another knock.
Screw you! Pietro silently raged at whoever was persistently trying to gain entry to
their home.
Doorbell, this time.
"Fuck," Pietro mumbled aloud, getting off the bed. Dressing in a flash, he raced down the
stairs to dispose of the fool interrupting his "private time�.
The front door jerked open suddenly, causing the caller to jump back, hand still poised to
knock for a third time.
"Daniels...?"
* * * * *
The best of friends, until one decides he likes the other. In that way. So, in order
to save oneself from the humiliation and heartbreak of an unrequited love, he shuts off,
closing the door and leaving the friendship behind. Determined to separate oneself from
the person whose very presence has become too painful to bear.
Understandable, really. What choice did he have? To stay in the friendship, constantly
tortured by what he can see, but never touch? Tempted by what he can say, and at the
same time, tormented by what he cannot? Degraded by what he will feel... knowing there
is no feeling there in return. Unrequited love. Quite pitiful.
* * * * *
"Daniels?" Pietro repeated, not understanding why the other boy was just standing there,
gaping at him. Pietro smirked. If only Evan knew that, not one minute before, Pietro had
been calling out his name along with his release...
* * * * *
Evan was hurt when Pietro began refusing his offers to meet and shoot hoops, or just hang
out. He'd never known the real reasons behind Pietro's actions. Pietro's rejections. And
that's just what they were -- rejections. If only he'd known! Known that he felt the same
way! They'd already lost so much time, so many memories...
* * * * *
Pietro gazed, in mild amusement, as the look in Evan's eyes flitted between fight and
flight. But then his expression changed abruptly, as if he'd finally come to terms with
something, and had made a decision.
* * * * *
Todd wouldn't lie. He'd done this for the good of his friend. The friend who moped
around listlessly, yearning for battle if simply for the brief contact with the object of his
affection. It wasn't what he deserved, even if the one he was longing for was an
X-Geek. So Todd made the decision for him, and prayed his friend would understand.
* * * * *
Taking Todd's earlier advice to heart, Evan pushed his way into the foyer of the
Brotherhood's hideout. His actions took Pietro by surprise, and left him wide open for the
"attack". Evan grabbed the pale boy by the shoulders and kissed him deeply, full on the
mouth. When he finally broke the kiss, he asked but one simple question: "Why?"
Pietro tried to step back, but Evan's firm grip prevented him from doing so. He didn't
want to answer. He didn't know how to answer! What do you say to the person
you've spent ages trying to avoid, in hopes they wouldn't discover that you wanted exactly
what you were now getting? How?
Seeing Pietro's difficulty in answering, Evan put an end to the awkward silence between
them by once again bringing his lips to Pietro's. This time, even though Pietro was
recovering quickly from his initial shock, he did not dare pull away. Not that he would
want to -- this was, after all, exactly what he'd been fantasizing about only minutes before,
while alone in his room...
Evan continued his assault of Pietro's mouth, his first, gentle kisses turning passionate and
forceful. In between whispered "why's", Evan was loving seeing Pietro responding,
matching him move for move, once again in fierce competition. But this time, they
weren't just having a "friendly" match -- they were dueling. With each other; for each
other.
Neither wanted to give up control and be the "woman". Both boys fought valiantly for
their position. Their exploits eventually ended up at the bottom of the staircase, where
Pietro pushed Evan down onto the lowest step and pinned him in place by plopping into
his lap. Pietro bit down on Evan's neck, hard enough to draw blood. A soft hiss escaped
Evan's mouth, but was quickly cut off by a moan as Pietro trailed his tongue along the
black boy's collarbone, pausing to suck on the hollow of his neck. Pietro absently
wondered if Evan was able to control his spikes during moments of extreme pleasure...
* * * * *
The sweet friction Pietro's lap-bouncing was causing was more than Evan could stand.
His erection was already straining the confines of his cargo dungarees. A particularly hard
grind made Evan gasp, and he struggled to sit up and take control of the situation. He
lifted Pietro up and off of his lap and reversed their positions a bit -- unfortunately, Pietro
did not enjoy having the hard wooden steps as a backboard, so this lasted for about, oh...
fifteen seconds, tops.
"Screw this," Pietro muttered, and pushed Evan against the banister. He ripped off the
blond boy's jacket, which was already hanging precariously off of one arm, and continued
divesting him of his tank top.
"Hey, man, maybe we shouldn't do this here..." Evan offered weakly until Pietro
silenced him with his lips.
"I know..."
"Where...?"
"Here."
"But--"
"Shhh," Pietro placed one slim finger up to Evan's mouth as he cocked his head to listen.
There were voices approaching. Quicker than one could blink, Pietro had gathered Evan's
discarded belongings and raced them into his room. He poked his head around the corner
of the upstairs hallway and hissed at Evan to move it, before they got caught.
Evan nodded as he quickly ascended the stairs, and none too soon, because moments later
Freddy and Todd bumbled through the front door, followed closely by Lance, who was
sifting through the day's mail with a scowl plastered on his face.
Todd shot a knowing glance towards the stairs as he, at the same time, heard a thump
from above and noticed Daniels' skateboard, which had rolled into the wall beside the
door. When the other two had effectively passed into the kitchen, Todd opened the
garage door and tossed the wooden board onto the workshop bench, knowing that would
be the last place anyone would look for it, lest anyone actually go out to do work
in the workshop... O.o
* * * * *
"Oh, God, that was too close, man," Evan breathed in relief as he collapsed onto Pietro's
perfectly military-neat bed and covered his face with his hands. Pietro frowned at the
mussing of his sheets, the sheets he had just fixed after his little "personal time" session,
but reminded himself those sheets would, hopefully, get much more �mussed� as the
evening wore on...
Pietro posed in front of the closed door, striking the rebellious stance from any of a
hundred classic movies. The only thing missing was a freshly-lit cigarette dangling from
between his lips. Evan sat up on the bed, propping his elbows on his knees. He peeked at
Pietro from between his fingers.
"Why?"
Pietro smirked. "I'll ask the questions here. What made you decide to come over and
attack me for no reason, hmm? A little birdie tell you to do something wild and daring
today?"
"More like a little Toadie," Evan muttered, rubbing the side of his neck where Pietro had
bitten him earlier.
Pietro blinked. Todd had done this? He supposed he should be mad, but the fact that the
toad�s intervention was somewhat successful (so far, anyway), paired with that being
pissed at Todd was a full-time job... it all seemed like too much trouble at the moment.
He needed all of the brain power he could muster to think of a way to make Evan continue
with what they'd started downstairs. "Todd? Todd told you something?"
Evan looked unsure of whether or not a lie would serve him better, and decided to just tell
the truth. "Yeah."
Pietro pretended to be hurt. "What did he tell you, exactly, if I may ask?"
"Nothing much... just that you, uh..."
"Yeeees?" Pietro drawled, enjoying making Evan uncomfortable.
"Nothing, Maximoff." Oooh -- magic words. A challenge.
Okay, Pietro thought. If that's the way you wanna play it... "And what
constitutes nothing, Daniels?" Pietro spat, getting into the last-name-game with his rival.
Evan couldn't very well say "nothing", seeing as he'd already stated that untrue fact, so
where could he go from there? "Whatever, Maximoff. I don't answer to you."
Another PietroSmirk (TM). "I'm sorry, but I'm not the one sitting on my bed, half
dressed. Half undressed, actually," Pietro pointed out.
"Gee, I didn't realize that," Evan bit back sarcastically. Damn, he wanted to punish him!
Make him beg for mercy as he ravaged the smooth, perfect little body... No! This is
wrong -- I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have even come. I need to leave. Now.
Evan's body didn't seem to want to comply.
At that moment, Pietro closed the distance between the two. He shoved Evan roughly,
getting in his face and demanding "Well, Daniels, whatcha gonna do about it?"
"I don't know, Maximoff -- whaddya want me to do about it?" (Uh oh -- them there's
fightin' words! ^_~)
"I don't know, Daniels, whaddya-- mmph!" Pietro's final comment was cut short by Evan's
besiege of Pietro's mouth. Oh, yeah, score one for the "E" man!
Some initiative, Pietro thought as he toyed with the lithe form beneath him.
Evan is incredibly developed, he noted as he ran his hands down the sides of
Evan's torso, wondering again about those inconvenient spikes that always seemed to pop
up whenever they felt like it. Pietro wasn't all for getting impaled by a potential lover.
Pietro reveled in the control that was "the top". He licked Evan's lip playfully, and sat up
to straddle his thighs, dragging his blunt nails down the rich mocha skin covering his chest.
Pietro's quick fingers made fast work of the button fly on Evan's khaki cargoes, but took
his time with the pulling of the zipper. Evan watched Pietro, a look of wonder across his
face. He had come over, initially, to ask the speed demon about what Todd had said.
He'd never, in his wildest dreams (okay, maybe there) anticipated getting this far
with the white-haired boy. It was too unreal.
Morbid fascination filled the dark eyes that followed the zipper on its path downward.
With his eyes focused on the zipper, Evan could also take in the view of Pietro's smooth
white hand, slender fingers, delicate wrist, and further back, Pietro's body... which was still
fully clothed. A dangerous thing, yes. Evan was this close to being naked. What if this
was all some masterfully orchestrated prank? Would Pietro be so cruel? Glittering
sapphire eyes belied the truth.
Pietro was startled to have two dark hands seize his wrists, and an angry face rise to
confront his own. "What are you doing, Maximoff? Did you think I was actually gonna
buy this?"
Pietro used the current height advantage to his benefit. "Daniels, what makes you think
I'm being anything but sincere?" Evan could tell he was playing, but nevertheless, a bit of
hurt showed through the guise of macho masculinity.
"Whatever, man. Just let me up."
"I don't think so." Pietro's eyes glimmered devilishly in the late afternoon sun, sun which
also lit up his hair with an aura of ethereal light. Evan noted how divine he looked, almost
angelic, if you spared the demonic smirk playing about his lips and the wicked gleam in his
eyes. Evan's tongue darted out to wet his lips in his nervousness. Pietro's eyes were
drawn to the movement, the brief bit of pink.
"I-- I'd better go," Evan repeated, not sounding so sure of himself anymore.
"Aww, Daniels, you wound me! Why would you want to leave so soon?" Pietro asked as
he removed himself from the bed and his rival in one quick, fluid motion. "It's not like you
have a snowball's chance in hell of getting out of here without being seen, unless you feel
like jumping out the window. But that may hurt. So it looks like you're trapped here."
"I have strong bones; I'll take my chances," Evan growled as he grabbed his things and
started for the window. Pietro, naturally, was there before Evan even got close, blocking
his path.
"Nuh-uh. You came over and started this, and you're going to finish it," Pietro stated,
looking Evan straight in the eye, challenging him. Evan took the bait.
"Finish it? I'll do better than that," he shot back, but made no move. Pietro tried to
refrain from rolling his eyes.
"Any day now, Daniels."
Nothing.
Pietro relented and allowed himself to roll his blue eyes heavenward. "I swear, Daniels,
it's amazing the nerve you have. You knock on my door, come in uninvited, molest me,
then stand here and stare at me?"
"You don't know anything about it, so just back off, Maximoff," Evan stated lamely.
Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know anything about it? I beg to differ."
"I'll show you begging," Evan murmured as he dropped his belongings and trapped Pietro
in a crushing embrace, grinding his hips against the pale boy's. Locked in the inescapable
hold, Pietro relaxed into the flow, returning the action with movement of his own. It
wouldn't be long before both boys were nearing their peaks.
It bothered Evan that Pietro was still fully clothed. It also bothered him that every
member of his opposing team was in that very house, but there was nothing he could do
about that one. Evan dared to loosen his hold on the speedster and reach down to begin
tugging at Pietro's tight shirt. Once he had it off, the white-haired boy moved slightly to
allow Evan access to his pants. Equally half-undressed, both stopped to gaze at one
another appraisingly. They were each breathing heavily, and both had obvious bulges in
the front of their trousers. Evan reached out to touch Pietro's bare chest, marveling at
how hairless and smooth he was. Must have something to do with his mutation --
aerodynamics, or something... Evan tweaked a dusky pink nipple, and looked on in
wonder as the pale skin around it covered in goosebumps. He traced his fingers over the
textured flesh tenderly. Why? Why did you deny this, deny me for so long?
Why?! Evan raged. They could have been together all this time, instead of fighting
and battling one another. It wasn't fair. Nothing seemed fair anymore.
Evan saw that Pietro's eyes had closed. He shortened the distance between them and
caught Pietro's lips in the gentlest of caresses. His eyes fluttered open. Up close, Evan
could see the flecks of different colored blues and silvers in his eyes. Like ice
chips, he mused. How appropriate for the ice king himself.
"Pietro, can I...?" Evan's voice trailed off, but Pietro didn't need to hear him say it aloud.
He nodded as Evan sank to his knees to free the part of him that was screaming for
release. His hands were suddenly clumsy, fumbling with the button and zipper that stood
in the way of him claiming his prize. "Oh God," Evan whispered, more to himself that
Pietro, but Pietro interpreted it as Evan backing out.
"You don't have to," Pietro said, looking away to hide the shame in his eyes. Damn it!
He'd known all along this would happen -- this was why he'd abandoned the friendship in
the first place. He didn't want Evan doubting himself the way Pietro did. No one
deserves that.
"No, it's cool," Evan assured his partner. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do
this..."
Pietro started at that one. "Wh--what?" he sputtered, never expecting to hear such words
come out of Evan's mouth.
It was Evan now who was looking away to hide the embarrassment in his eyes. "Yeah. I
always liked you, you know? Even when we were just kids. But back then I didn't know
what to do about it,� he added with a sheepish smirk. �Now I do."
Pietro was quiet as he contemplated this. The sound of a zipper being lowered broke the
silence.
Pietro swallowed nervously. How did we get here? This person was my mortal enemy
less than an hour ago! And now he's getting ready to suck my-- Pietro's mental
commentary was cut short by Evan doing exactly what Pietro had just thought about.
Evan was no professional, but still managed to nearly deep throat Pietro on the first
stroke, desperately ignoring his gag reflex. He was rewarded with a pleasure-filled moan
and slim white fingers burying themselves in his hair, drawing him in.
Pietro was aware he was petting Evan much the same way one would an animal, so he
brought his hands to Evan's shoulders, gently massaging as Evan used his mouth to toy
with Pietro's manhood. Luckily for Evan, said boy had placed his hands securely on
Pietro's hips, else he might have lost a tooth when Pietro pistoned forward following a
particularly tantalizing stroke involving tongue, teeth and lips at the same time. Good
luck explaining that one at the Institute, Evan thought in relief.
One dark arm reached around to encircle Pietro's waist, as the other snaked downward to
fondle the speed demon's soft little sac as his mouth worked magic on the pale boy's
member. Evan rolled the twins through the smooth skin, reaching behind to tickle the
sensitive part just behind where the appendage departs from the body. Pietro's sharp gasp,
and subsequent yanking of Evan's short blonde hair, expressed his pleasure at the
manipulations. Evan was presented with Pietro's ultimate gifting only moments later.
Pietro didn't cry out as Evan had feared he would, he just felt his body stiffen and his back
arch as he cupped the blonde head possessively between his palms. Evan struggled to
swallow the quantity of semen that had been expelled short, hot bursts into his mouth and,
at the same time, catch the boy who was sinking to the floor; his legs no longer enough to
support him.
Evan thought from the look on Pietro's fair face that he might be getting sick, but when
the icy blue eyes snapped open, he knew he had been very much mistaken. The expression
of unadulterated lust and pure want in the glowing azure orbs reflected a need to
reciprocate the favor bestowed upon him. Before Evan knew what hit him, he was
sprawled on his back, and Pietro was yanking off his last remaining article of clothing
mercilessly. Evan had seen that determined, steadfast look many a time, although
admittedly just during battle or basketball games back in their hometown. He briefly
mused that Pietro really should join Bayville High's basketball team -- they could have so
much fun in the showers after the games. Wet Pietro... Evan thought giddily as
Pietro stripped him of his pants.
Throwing the limp pile of cloth across the room, Pietro ran his hands down the smooth
chocolate skin of Evan's sides, pausing once he reached his hips. Sliding his fingers over
the tops of Evan's thighs, Pietro delicately parted the sleekly muscled legs. He studied
briefly the general area, before unceremoniously crouching forward and latching onto the
raging hard-on bobbing in front of his face. Evan groaned. But it didn't last for long.
Pietro broke the suction with a distinct "pop". Evan's arm came forward to try to coax the
ashen-tressed mutant to continue, but he was gone. Evan looked around, startled and
wondering if the entire sequence of events has been a dream -- an abnormally pleasant
dream, but a dream, nonetheless. A sound in the growing darkness of the room brought
his attention to a dresser, which had an irritated speed demon rifling violently through it.
"Goddammit! ThatToadStoleMyFuckingLotionAgain!"
Not that Evan would even want to come close to the lotion in question after being in the
possession of Todd Tolensky, even if he was the kid responsible for he and Pietro
hooking up. If they even had indeed "hooked up"... Evan wasn't quite sure just what was
going on. He began to ponder their current situation until the sound of drawers opening
and closing in rapid succession brought his wandering mind back to the present. With
stunning speed, Pietro was again in Evan's lap, his lips crushed to the full ones beneath
him. Pietro pressed a small, sharp object into Evan's palm, an object that scraped a thin
line which soon rose into an angry reddening welt on his skin. A foil condom wrapper.
"Will you? I need you to, please," Pietro panted into his ear.
As if he wouldn't. Right now, Evan knew, he'd walk on hot coals if Pietro told him to. He
ripped open the small package and withdrew the pliable, rolled disc within. It was... pink.
Or something. Who cares? Evan thought as Pietro's slender fingers laced with his
to roll the rubber on. Super-slick and slippery; even better than lotion. "Bed?" Evan
asked in a breathy whisper, but Pietro shook his head.
"Want you now," Pietro managed, a hand flattening firmly behind Evan's back to urge him
closer.
He ran his hands through the silky white hair, which gleamed eerily silver in the rising
moonlight. How long had he been there? He hoped Xavier didn't try to locate him
mentally; the images racing through his mind would probably give the man a heart attack.
Evan breathed in deeply, savoring the scent of Pietro's skin. The soft sighs of pleasure set
him on fire. He wanted, no, needed to make the fast boy his own. To claim him, if you
will. Yes -- to stake his claim. He positioned himself at Pietro's opening, ready to plunge
in when he heard voices below, coming closer. He felt Pietro tense. So close!
"Hey, Speedy? You alive in there?" Tabitha's obnoxious voice filtered through the heavy
oak door, which Pietro had apparently locked earlier. Bless the beauty and his foresight!
Pietro pressed his lips to Evan's, choosing not to respond to the blonde bimbo's
"concerned" comments outside the door. He pushed down onto Evan, impaling himself
on the black boy's tool with a soft gasp even as Tabitha rattled the doorknob. "What are
you doing, man?" Evan gasped almost silently, lest the whore hear his voice and blast her
way in via her bomblets. "She's right outside the door!"
"I know," Pietro giggled, enjoying his power over the blond boy. "I almost hope she
comes in," he revealed. "She'll be scarred for life!"
Evan was about to reply, but his lips were very soon trapped in a careful kiss. Pietro was
an excellent lover, and Evan wondered if he hadn't indeed done this before. He knew just
what spots to hit, the moves to do, to drive him almost over the edge, then bring him
back, again and again. Even as Lance came knocking on the door to check on the pale
boy's well-being, he continued his ministrations, never allowing Evan to focus on anything
but him and the pleasure he was receiving. But Evan felt almost left out, as Pietro was
doing it all, or so it seemed. He held him firmly but gently, lifting himself and the speed
demon up off of the floor and carried Pietro to the bed, still intimately intertwined.
Evan laid Pietro on his back, never breaking contact with him, even for a moment. The
long, white legs wrapped around his waist tightly, drawing him in deeper. Evan mounted
his former rival eagerly, watching the perfection writhing beneath him with interest. Who
would have known that Pietro Maximoff was such a sensuous creature? Then it hit him --
he was actually making love to Pietro. He was fucking Pietro Maximoff. His realization
refueled his zeal for doing just that, and he began moving his hips vigorously, pumping
into his new lover with animalistic fervor.
Evan was vaguely aware of Pietro calling out his name as he felt a warm, wet explosion
over his stomach and chest, for moments later, he came as well; Pietro's name nothing but
a strangled cry from his throat as he collapsed on top of said boy. He had finally gotten
what he wanted. Pietro.
* * * * *
Evan had rolled to the side after a short while, to avoid further Pietro-squishing. The
long, pale legs were still wrapped around him, and he was still buried deep within the one
he had just taken as his own. Glancing at the clock, he noticed just how late it had gotten.
The blaring red numbers told him that if the X-Team wasn't already out hunting him down,
they would be before very long. But, Evan realized, he didn't really care anymore. He
would take anything they dished out, and laugh all the way back to the Brotherhood of
Bayville Boarding House the next available opportunity. To be with him. He
looked so innocent in slumber, nothing like the passionate, fiery little imp he'd been not so
long ago.
He felt Pietro's arms instinctively squeeze him tighter as voices approached again. It was
Lance.
"Hey, Pietro, you in there?" the oldest Brotherhood member asked as he rapped loudly on
the door and tried the handle. Pietro's eyes flew open. Then, they heard Todd's voice.
"Lance, yo, he just said he was feeling sick... he's gonna try to sleep it off," the small
mutant lied. Evan could hear the quaver in his voice as he delivered the line to Lance.
"He's sick?" Lance asked worriedly. Evan felt Pietro cringe, probably from guilt.
"Yeah, just a migraine, yo. I gave `im some pills," Todd continued, his speech speeding
up slightly. "He asked me to let you guys know, so yous don't disturb `im, yo."
Lance seemed satisfied with that, because the pair could hear him moving back down the
stairs to the first floor. The general noise from below made the two feel comfortable
enough to speak, but just in hushed tones.
"You should probably go, before your friends start getting worried," Pietro
whispered, turning over as best he could in his current position to glance at the clock.
"Naah... I'd never get out of here past those guys alive, like you said,' Evan replied,
equally quietly. "It's a long jump to the ground."
"Todd could take you to the ground," Pietro offered, bringing his lips to Evan's so he
couldn't reply. "The jump's not so hard for him -- cakewalk." Pietro wasn't exactly eager
to have his new beau leave so soon, but it was better than having that annoying Wolverine
character ripping through their front door with his big, scary claws to allow the X-Dweebs
to storm the premises. Pietro shivered at the thought.
"Um, I think I'll pass," Evan responded with a shudder of his own. "Tolensky's not exactly
the guy I wanna hold onto, especially after what I just had," Evan explained, closing his
eyes and pulling Pietro closer.
"Well, I don't know just how you plan on getting out then, because Todd's your only
option," Pietro said huffily, crossing his arms over his chest in a pout. Evan found the
stance strangely adorable. He resisted the urge to pounce on the boy.
"I can go when they go to bed," Evan said easily, as if he'd been planning this. Which he
had been, in a way. Pietro narrowed his icy blue eyes.
"You'll be lucky to get out of here by two a.m.," he said staunchly, nodding to confirm his
statement. They, well, we always stay up late on weekends."
Fuck. Evan hadn't thought of that. Fucking Fridays. "Then I'll go at two a.m."
Pietro sighed. "This would be so much easier if we weren't..." he trailed off.
"I know."
"Well... two a.m.'s a long way off... whaddya wanna do?" Pietro slurred, making it quite
obvious what he wanted to do -- sleep. With Evan, preferably, but he wasn't picky. He
was tired. Exhausted, more like it.
"We wait," Evan answered.
"Mmm," was all the response he got. Evan, seeing no alternative, allowed his eyes to slide
closed, hoping valiantly that he awoke sometime before morning to leave, yet at the same
time, praying he did not.
* * * * *
In case you didn't guess, Pietro was, uh, whackin' off in the beginning of this fic. Just
wanted to make that clear. (As crystal, Psycho B...) Eh heh heh... woo. >.>
Well...? Should I stick to what I do best, and skip the Evietro smut from now on? Be
honest. I never intended to even make an Evietro slashfic, so it's not my fault if it
blows! (No pun intended.) I don't particularly care for writing Evietro under normal
circumstances, not because I don't enjoy the pairing, but because in order to have Pietro
and Evan get together, Lance must be out of the picture... and I love Lance! He and
Pietro are the perfect couple! They belong together! Lanciepoo!! ::cries:: Argh! >.O
So that's my excuse if this was bad -- my heart wasn't in it. I was resenting the coupling
the entire time. Grrr... Even though their rivalry thing totally gives an excellent
springboard for possibilities... ^_~ I'll leave that to the professionals from now on. (You
know who you are! Go update!!) ^_^
::sigh:: Is this all I'm good for anymore? Cheap smut? All those years of AP English,
journalism, and creative writing, and for what? Gay porn? Eh. I'm depressed now.
Maybe I'll go write some more slash... and the vicious cycle continues... >:D
Please review! =^.^= I'll give you candy! I'll give you money! I'll give you my muse's
double-headed... wait a minute... uh, just kidding! Didn't know my muse was so attached
to the thing! My bad! ::smacks self:: D'oh! >.O