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Boyfriends' reunion ftw <3 [INCOMPLETE]

WHO: Northstar (

quebec_fairy) and Colossus (

koloss_colossus)
WHERE: In apartment #419
WHEN: Saturday 18th late evening
WARNINGS: PG-13 (kissing, mostly)

When he had seen Peter's post on the board, Jean-Paul had taken several minutes before answering. People he used to know either didn't know him at all or knew a different version of him. The Wolverine with whom he had exchanged a few sentences was not the one who had ripped Peter's heart out. The Kitty he had talked to had never dated Spider-Man. Not to mention those he didn't know but who knew another version of him.

It was just generally very confusing and he couldn't assume anything. He certainly couldn't assume that the Colossus who had posted on the forum was the one he knew. Considering the possibility he maybe wasn't his Peter made Jean-Paul hesitate before leaving a comment, asking tentatively if it really was him. It was not much, but the fact Peter had recognized him and wanted to see him was enough to get Jean-Paul out of his apartment and running eight floors down, using the stairs. Running down the stairs was incredibly quicker than waiting for the elevator, especially for a speedster, and about ten seconds after reading Peter's answer on his computer, Jean-Paul was standing in front of the door to his boyfriend's apartment.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down, he knocked a couple of times.

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Peter had nearly had a heart attack when he saw Jean-Paul's response on the communicator, and, given that his heart had recently been outside of his body, it was not an exaggerated concern. He had replied immediately and spent the next several seconds rubbing at his chest. Pete was somewhat surprised that he hadn't burst his aorta from the shock.

He was still sitting and waiting for a response when there was a knock on the door. "Jean-Paul?" Pete got to his feet quickly and headed for the door, wondering how he could have possibly wheeled himself here so quickly. Maybe his arms had super-speed as well, or he could have been right across the hall.

It didn't occur to him that Jean-Paul could have run there, yet there he was when Peter pulled the door open. "Je-- you're standing?" He blinked several times at the teen who looked so much like his boyfriend, then cringed slightly. "Oh, fuck. Everyone's from different universes."

As Peter was making the reflexion about Jean-Paul's capacity to walk in his mind, Jean-Paul himself was making a similar one about the fact the man in front of him was not in his organic-steel form.

His excitement had already started to fade when he heard Peter's disappointed remark. In any other situation he would have been sad and mildly insulted about the fact his boyfriend couldn't tell he was himself for sure, even though it would have been highly hypocritical since Jean-Paul himself had needed that comment to be sure he was standing in front of his universe's Colossus.

He instinctively moved closer to Peter and passed his arms around his waist loosely in a half-hug, not wanting to impose himself on him.

"The Portal cured me." he explained quickly, "as he apparently did for you, too."

Jean-Paul's hug was all the confirmation that he needed. Pete wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace, nearly lifting Jean-Paul off his feet. He was almost giddy. Jean-Paul was here and whole. It was almost enough to make him take back some of the nastier things he'd wished on Iron Man.

"Oh my god," he whispered, leaning his cheek against Jean-Paul's hair. "I thought you weren't here. That was the worst part of all of this. I thought you were alone, and you would think I'd run away from everything. Again. I didn't know how I could fix it."

Jean-Paul returned Peter's hug tightly, leaning on his chest and breathing in deeply, remembering his touch and his smell. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to forget the fact he was stuck in a crappy alternate dimension for a minute.

"I'm here," he whispered, not knowing what else to say, the simple answer seeming like the best one possible. "I'm not leaving." And I know you are not, either.

Peter was not loosening their embrace and Jean-Paul was grateful about that - he didn't want them to step away from each other. Not for a little while, anyway. "I missed you."

Peter's arrival had made the situation infinitely less terrible.

"I'm not leaving either," Peter replied quietly as he rubbed Jean-Paul's back. They might have been pulled out of their world and thrown into another, but they weren't alone. They were healed. It was going to be all right. If Jean-Paul wasn't falling apart, he wouldn't either. "Not without you, anyway."

Chuckling, he stepped backwards and tugged Jean-Paul with him, drawing him into the room and pushing the door shut with one hand. "You missed me? I was with you fifteen minutes ago."

The hand that wasn't gripping Jean-Paul to him like a life raft reached up to brush fingertips along his cheek. "I missed you, too. I missed you in advance."

Jean-Paul wanted to lose himself in the touch, he really did, but a comment had made him frown a little. He looked directly in Peter's eyes and told him calmly, "I haven't seen you in nearly two days. I've been here for a day and a half."

If Peter had not realized his absence, it meant he had probably been pulled out of their universe at a earlier time than him. Still in the last week since he had known about the recent events that had fell upon them, but at a different point in time.

It didn't matter that much.

"Two days? But that doesn't...," he trailed off. It didn't make sense. He hadn't gone two days without speaking to Jean-Paul in some way, and surely someone would have noticed his absence after a few hours. The only way way to explain it was that Jean-Paul must have been taken several hours after he was, but arrived two days earlier.

Which made about as much sense as anything else. "I always hated time travel stories." Pete traced Jean-Paul's frowning mouth with his thumb, even though his own face bore a similar expression. "I wish you wouldn't look like that."

Of course it didn't make sense. Nothing made sense in this place anyway.

The whole situation was kind of surreal, nearing ridiculous. They were stuck in an alternate dimension about which they knew nearly nothing and they were having conversations about their respective looks.

Jean-Paul rolled his eyes slightly at Peter's last comment but an amused smile appeared on his lips. He was usually frowning half of the time - it was probably the expression he wore the most regularly. Furthermore, Pete was frowning a lot more than he had been. Then again, he could take care of that.

He took Peter's hand that was resting by his mouth in his own and brought it to his lips, slowly kissing its fingers.

Peter caught the eyeroll, but he didn't say anything as he normally would have to tweak Jean-Paul more. It seemed like such a trivial thing to get upset over. Jean-Paul was smiling, and, even if it was more of a laughing-at-you expression, it was a relief and brought a faint smile to Pete's face.

Since the X-Men had exposed his drug use, Peter felt as if he was walking on broken glass. One misstep, and there would be blood everywhere. The fighting had only confirmed it. It was all his fault, and he knew it. Even Jean-Paul's paralysis, though he hadn't let many people know how much he blamed himself for it, especially Jean-Paul. He would only argue, and it was immaterial now.

Peter's train of thought completely derailed when Jean-Paul began kissing his hand. "That's not fair," he said, his smile widening. "I was thinking, and now all I can remember is that it was about you." Pete leaned in close and kissed Jean-Paul's forehead. "You're distracting."

Jean-Paul pulled Peter's hand a little and intertwined his fingers with his boyfriend's. He leant in closer, closing any gap that was still remaining between them, lifting his other hand up to Peter's cheek and sliding it along the side of his neck until it rested on his nape.

"That is the point." he answered as he pressed his lips on Peter's to bring them into a kiss. It wasn't demanding or rushed, he just wanted to feel as close to him as possible and try not to feel as stressed before they got to actually talk about what they were going to do now that they were stuck here - a conversation that was probably going to be way too serious and heavy but that would eventually have to happen.

And it was a nice kiss considering he had been kissing organic steel for four days.

It was a very nice kiss at that. He had missed this. He didn't feel as much in his organic form. A kiss wasn't the same without two pairs of warm, soft lips involved.

Pete's hand drifted along the curve of Jean-Paul's cheek and into his hair, not stopping until it cupped the back of his head, fingers curling into dark hair. He wanted to take control of the kiss, deepen it, but Jean-Paul had set a slower pace. Peter was still surprised that Jean-Paul continued to want him. He broke the kiss off, pausing to give him a second little kiss before leaning his head down to press their foreheads together. "Now I'm sure that it's you."

He couldn't resist another kiss. His tongue flickered out, licking at Jean-Paul's lips, and then Peter kissed him again, harder than before. He tugged lightly at his boyfriend's hair, tipping his head back to give his greeny mouth better access.

Jean-Paul had meant to use the fact they were not kissing anymore to point out useful things like, 'Are you going to play hero here?' which would have been accompanied by 'Are you getting yourself a secret identity?' He actually had more potential questions to ask and the time he had taken to chose which one to start off with had been too long and Peter was kissing him again.

And it was completely impossible to ignore a kiss like that and begin talking serious business. Especially when it could be talked about later and was far from being urgent.

He let Peter incite his head movement and parted his lips, pressing his fingers into the back of his neck. It was officially Peter's turn to be distracting, and Jean-Paul was not tempted to complain about it.

Eventually, they would deal with all of those questions. There was more serious business to attend to at the moment. For example, accepting the invitation to slip his tongue between Jean-Paul's lips to taste him.

Peter thought that was much more important and did so immediately, curling his tongue against Jean-Paul's. His mouth was warm and enticing, melting away any thoughts of crazy alternate universes and making Peter think of all the other things he had to fix.

Like how he still had room to breathe. That had to be remedied, and Peter's free hand drifted down Jean-Paul's back to sneak inside his back pocket, pushing him closer until there was no room for diaphragm expansion.

Jean-Paul's arm would have been crushed between their bodies if he had left it where it was as Peter was pulling them tightly together. He had two choices : let it stay where it was, on the side of his body, or use it. The second option was a lot more appealing.

Without slowing the kiss down, he placed his now free hand on Peter's back and let it slide under the loose sweater he was wearing - it had probably fit when he was in his organic steel form before being teleported - and let his fingers caress his boyfriend's spine.

His breathing was slowly getting irregular and he could tell it was the same for Peter's.

Peter would never have let any part of Jean-Paul be crushed. Certainly nothing as useful as an arm would have ever been in danger. But he hadn't needed to let him go, thankfully, as Jean-Paul had freed his arm and let it wander.

A shiver went through his body as the warm hand grazed along sensitive skin. It made him gasp into Jean-Paul's mouth, and Peter's hands tightened their grip in his hair and on his ass. He wanted more. He wanted to curl up with Jean-Paul's body completely entangled with his and to kiss him forever and never, ever let go.

But he was already out of breath. With a sigh of reluctance, Peter pulled back slightly and nibbled on Jean-Paul's bottom lip. "Why do you always taste so good," he mumbled, lips brushing against Jean-Paul's with every syllable.

The light touch of Peter's lips on his own as he was talking was intense in a different way that the last kiss had been and it made him tremble lightly.

Jean-Paul probably didn't taste anything. He would have wagered that it was Peter's mind playing tricks on him and that he was biased by the fact he was kissing someone he liked a lot. The comment still nearly made Jean-Paul blush.

"You're just imagining things" he answered, teasing.

Without letting Peter come up with some sort of clever answer, Jean-Paul decided they had both breathed enough and pulled his boyfriend to him once more. His tongue made his way inside Peter's mouth and he moved the hand that was still resting on his neck in his hair - he would had gotten a grip on it if it had been long enough.

His other hand stroked Peter's spine once more before moving down and easily sliding inside the waist of his pants.

Peter was about to argue that he wasn't imagining anything. Jean-Paul tasted good, even if he didn't taste like anything in particular. But he was cut off from this, and he didn't care at all. Who wanted to argue when they could kiss someone who was trembling so sweetly?

He moaned quietly into the kiss, but little sound escaped due to the way he was now sucking on Jean-Paul's tongue. Peter's hand left the pocket of Jean-Paul's pants and sought warm skin, snaking under his shirt where it could rub tiny circles on the small of Jean-Paul's back.

Jean-Paul let out a contented sigh when he felt Peter's hand on his skin. He felt good - very good, actually - and he could have just stayed in his boyfriend's arms for hours. Hopefully, if they were to do that, it'd be in a bed to they could lie down.

A while later, Jean-Paul ended the kiss gradually and rested his head on Peter's shoulder, eyes closed. "I may get myself a secret identity," he mumbled, "A real one." He hadn't minded much being 'public' as part of Emma Frost's Academy, but he had thought about it and if he was going to start hero-ing around by himself in a place he knew next to nothing about, he wasn't going to tell everyone where to find him.

It wasn't the smoothest way to bring up the conversation but it would do. Maybe they'd even move at one point to talk without... standing in the middle of an apartment, hugging each other.

Pete's hand moved up to smooth back Jean-Paul's hair. He hadn't expected to hear that, and, frankly, his immediate reaction was a firm 'No!' Pete didn't want him in harm's way.

Even if they might not agree on that, they were on the same wavelength with other things. "Come on," he said softly. Pete pulled away and took one of Jean-Paul's hands in his, leading him over to the couch and sitting down in the middle of the cushions, so Jean-Paul would have no choice but to sit immediately next to him.

"What brought this on? Just because you're here, doesn't mean you have to fight." He didn't think that Jean-Paul had ever really wanted to fight. After all, he had had ample opportunity. All it would have required was telling Pete that he wanted to transfer and join the X-Men.

Jean-Paul stared blankly at the obvious move Peter did to get him to sit right next to him. He would have done so anyway and it made him want to just stay up for about two seconds but he decided otherwise and settled on the couch, too.

"I said 'may'. I'm not sure yet," he began, "And I don't want to fight. The X-Men were there for the fighting and that was great - except when you absolutely had to follow and get in trouble - because it meant I didn't have to. There were others to take on the job back at home. And I still helped," he shrugged, "sure for you guys it seemed small, but I liked helping people out. I want to continue helping, especially since there is no one here," he put emphasis on this little part of info Peter may have not known yet, "and I really mean no one. Apparently, the reason we're here is to try and kind of replace them because very single police officer in this city has vanished."

And he would still try to stay away from the fighting, but he didn't know the place, didn't know if they were up against regular burglar, fire alarms and crazy drivers or against other supers, and until he knew what he may be getting into, the whole secret identity deal didn't seem so bad.

It might have been an obvious move, but Pete didn't care. He wanted Jean-Paul close to him, and he was still unsure if that would be his choice, so he engineered it to be so.

"If you decide to help, I will too." The thought that they were being used as a pseudo-police force unnerved him. He didn't want Jean-Paul to have to do anymore bullet dodging, thanks, and Peter almost launched into a rant presenting a strong case against him getting involved, even if only to help.

The problem was, helping out became a slippery slope. Where did you draw the line between helping and heroing? If you saved someone from getting beaten up, shouldn't you save someone from getting knifed? Shot? If you were willing to fight someone armed with a pistol, shouldn't you try and stop the madman holding a classroom hostage with an automatic? What if he was blackmailing the city with a bomb?

Pete wrapped his arms around Jean-Paul and rested his forehead on Jean-Paul's temple. "Promise me you'll wear kevlar?"

Peter's statement was not a surprise, he would have probably helped even without Jean-Paul's opinion in the matter. He was used to heroing, actually, which was more than anything Jean-Paul could say.

He knew nothing about this city. If there were no police officers anymore, most of the criminals he would have to stop would probably be thugs, it would be about 'regular' aggressions and thefts. But if it was really only about that, Jean-Paul doubted Iron Man would be planning to bring over an entire building of supers. There was probably something else they were going to fight against that wouldn't be equipped with a knife.

Peter had probably make the connection already and it was maybe one of the very numerous reasons he had come up with to refrain Jean-Paul from getting on a battlefield again.

"No one is trying to hurt me," -this time- "I am not going to wear kevlar." Jean-Paul added, comfortable into the embrace. He could easily dodge the possible bullets now, anyway.

It was indeed one of the reasons he was uncomfortable with Jean-Paul donning the proverbial tights. He'd seen him grievously hurt twice now, and in neither instance was it because of his active fighting. It had only been because he was Jean-Paul Beaubier, mutant.

Peter sighed when Jean-Paul said he wasn't going to wear body-armor, but he knew that he couldn't force him to. He'd just have to make sure that he was always on the same team. He'd look after Jean-Paul better this time.

"They better not try to hurt you," Pete said with a grin, relaxing more. "Because then I'd have to hurt them. I'm a lot scarier than Ivan Drago when I say 'I must break you.'"

Jean-Paul liked seeing Peter grin, he had a beautiful calming sort of grin. He couldn't help smiling back and leaned on him, leaving him the time to move so he could really settle in his arms.

"You realize I have no idea who Ivan Drago is, right?" he commented, amused by the comment even though he knew that he could look very frightening, especially as Colossus.

"And since we're talking about life decision making, I was also thinking about going to school. Which I know you won't. And if we're getting costumes, I want my say on the one you're getting." But the costumes were still a big work in progress, especially since Jean-Paul had no idea where to get a superhero costume.

Peter leaned towards the far arm of the couch to let his boyfriend stretch out against him. He had to keep his muscles tense to hold them up in this position, but his face was perfectly happy and relaxed. As long as Jean-Paul didn't tickle him, he could do this for hours.

"Ivan Drago is the 'bad guy' in the fourth Rocky movie," Peter explained. He didn't physically make air quotes, but they were apparent in his tone. "It's a terrible movie. I only watched it because I didn't have control of the remote, and there was nothing else to do that day."

Okay, it shouldn't make his heart skip a beat like that when Jean-Paul decided to include him in life-decision making. "Going to school might not be a bad idea. It will give you something to do while I'm at work," Peter explained. The comment about his uniform's appearance made him chuckle and shake his head. "What was wrong with my old costume?"

"Your uniform was not so bad, actually. But it had Xs every where. And a lot of yellow. I never got the X-men's obsession with yellow and black. Looking like a bee was never high on my list or priorities." He joked, "Do you even have your uniform with you? If you don't, you'll need a new one either way."

Jean-Paul smiled as he spread a little more on Peter and leaning against him so closely make him feel his tensed muscles almost immediately. He smirked slightly thinking about the fact he loved his boyfriend's abs. If he had thought about tickling him to force him relaxing, he would have .

Sadly, he didn't and simply put his hand on Peter's chest to push him down a little, "I want you to be comfortable too." He explained softly.

"But I like yellow and black," Peter protested. He felt that they offset each other nicely, the melancholy black dominating the sunny yellow while being broken by it at the same time. "I don't have it with me. I don't know how I'm going to get a new one, either. It isn't like I went to Old Navy for it - Xavier provided them."

He laid back on the couch obediently, settling down with Jean-Paul half-tucked between him and the high back cushions. "I was already comfortable," he protested, slipping a hand under his boyfriend's shirt to run along his spine, "but you're right, this is much better. You better keep talking to me, or I'll fall asleep just like this."

"Fine, you dress up like a wasp and I won't." Jean-Paul had meant the answer to sound at least a little serious, even though he really wasn't, but any sort of tone was lost as Pete started to trail his hand along his back. He closed his eyes and simply concentrated on the touch, enjoying it as much as possible. He would never get tired of Peter's caresses - against all assumptions due to his physical appearance, he was very gentle and as they say, it's the lightest touch that brings the strongest sensation.

'Gentle' was also something of a general attitude his boyfriend had - always very considerate of what Jean-Paul thought, careful about his actions' repercussions and meanings.

Abstractly putting his own arm around Peter's waist, Jean-Paul said in a half whisper, "I wouldn't mind that much falling asleep here. I would prefer if we reached your bed so we had more space, though."

"I would only look like a wasp if I had stripes," Peter argued - but happily. He wasn't really fighting with Jean-Paul, only disagreeing. His tone was light. "It doesn't matter to me what I wear. If you have an idea, I'm interested."

He snuggled against Jean-Paul, tipping his head up to kiss him softly. "We can move to the bedroom if you want, but I'm not promising to give you anymore space than this. You feel too good to let go."

Peter was right and Jean-Paul was not about to admit it, so he didn't offer any answer, taking advantage of the fact he really wasn't trying to argue.

"I don't have any ideas. I'll think about it." He answered, still whispering.

"And I don't want you to give me some space. I would simply like it better if I had the option not to be crushed by some sofa's back cushions." His tone wasn't serious at all, joking and playing, but the general idea was still true : beds were more comfortable than couches.

"There's plenty of time to think about it," Peter said agreeably. He wasn't in any rush to save this world. He wanted to get home as soon as possible, and there was enough trouble to be dealt with there.

Pete got off the couch without breaking contact with Jean-Paul, bringing him up to a sitting position as he stood. Once he was on his feet, he scooped up the lighter boy and slung him over a shoulder, one hand pinning the back of JP's knees to Pete's chest and the other resting lightly on his ass. "Right. Then we'll move."

He carried him through the open door to his bedroom, laughing as he went. Pete dropped him lightly onto the bed before crawling onto it already, kissing Jean-Paul when he had finished bouncing. "Comfortable?"

Jean-Paul didn't realize what Pete was going to do before it was too late and he was already hanging on his shoulder. He didn't really try to fight back - it would have been completely useless even if he had wanted to - and half-heartily hit Peter's back with his fist once.

He couldn't help smiling when he was dropped on the bed and he quickly kicked his shoes away. "I could have walked," he told his boyfriend, choosing not to criticize openly how he had brought him in the bedroom. He hadn't truly minded, but it had woken him up from the sleepy state he had gotten into on the couch.

He pulled on Pete's shirt, slipping into his arms and kissed him lightly. "Now I'm comfortable."

"You could have walked," Peter said as he curled his arms around Jean-Paul, "but that would have meant breaking body contact for too long. Besides," he added with a sly smile. "I like holding you anyway I can."

Pete kissed him again, rolling onto his back and drawing Jean-Paul closer until he was half on top of him once more. The kiss was warm, the hair that his hands were tangled in was soft, and everything felt right just now.

"Good. Bon. Dobrey," he whispered against Jean-Paul's mouth. He didn't want to move away at all, not even an inch, and he pulled the blanket around them both with one hand. "I'm comfortable too."

He moved his legs on each side of Peter's and settled himself completely on top of him. It felt better that way and he knew Pete would never complain about him being too heavy.

Jean-Paul placed one of his hand by his boyfriend's head, abstractly playing with his hair. He closed his eyes and kissed him back, appreciating the hand in his hair.

He smirked when Peter pulled the blanket around them.

"I am not cold and we can't go to sleep already. The light is on and we are entirely dressed."

"Hmmm," Pete pretended to consider this. He was a little shy about undressing Jean-Paul - not that he didn't want to - because he wasn't sure how far was too far. "I could say that I pulled the blanket over you so you wouldn't get cold when you undressed?"

He toed his own shoes off, kicking them off of the bed, and grinned at his boyfriend. "There, I am not entirely dressed. Satisfied? Or do I need to take off my shirt?"

"It's not as if you could undress while I am over you." He pushed his own shoes away and began tugging on his shirt, "It was very considerate of you, then," he smiled lightly and finished taking off his shirt, leaving it on the ground by the bed.

He pulled the blanket to cover him and laid his head on Peter's shoulder, slipping one of his hands under his shirt. "I am so not getting up to close that light," he mumbled in his neck.

"I probably could," he said quietly, a big hand lightly rubbing Jean-Paul's bare back. "I could rip it open and slip out of it without knocking you off. The light is a much bigger problem. I'd have to get up to turn it off, and that means letting go of you. I don't want to do that at all."

Pete kissed his forehead and hugged him closer. "Besides, with the light on, if I can't sleep, I can admire you."

Jean-Paul hummed quietly and considered just going to close the light himself. It would take a fraction of second, Peter would barely know he ever was gone from his arms.

Pete's last comment made him blush and he decided it was the perfect moment to do just that, slipping out of his boyfriend's embrace at superspeed, closing the light and slipping back in before he could even react.

"I don't think you have enough clothes-" -to rip them just so you can get undress was what he was going to say but he stopped talking, staring at his arm. It was... glowing faintly? In a blueish way?...

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Boyfriends' reunion ftw <3 [INCOMPLETE]

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They are sickening XD

Heh. I think it's kinda cute.

Kinda.

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Well. Err. Yeah.

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Lol icons.

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Gah, sorry it's short.

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We need to stop using that icon

But it's such a cute icon.

Aaw, there, I'm using it again.

I'll use this one (again)

We need more Pete/JP icons

Re: We need more Pete/JP icons

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