A Day In The Life, Part 2

Hey guys,

Remember this fic? Good. :) Remember how I promised I'd continue it?

Well, better late than never. ^_^; Also, look! Plot!

...We'll see how long that lasts.

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Bobby woke up first, seeing the afternoon sun's rays shine through his bedroom window. He yawned, stretched, and rolled right on top of the big pile of fur that was his sleeping bedmate. They were still naked, the scent of sex barely lingering after the morning's marathon...and just like that, Bobby was horny again.

His hand drifted down his lover's massive chest, to the heavy sac and thick purple shaft resting between his sexy, muscular thighs. It didn't even occur to Iceman to wonder if Hank would appreciate being woken up like this...it had worked this morning, no reason for it not to work now. Taking the Beast's cock in one hand and his own in the other, Bobby started stroking them in time with each other, relishing the size and thickness of Hank's shaft even as his own cock shot jolts of pure pleasure through his body. Bobby felt Hank stir and rumble, but then keep snoring, a thick, shaggy arm draping itself over his smaller frame as he stroked.

Jerking Hank off was fun, but it wasn't enough for Bobby. Not even close. So he crawled down the bed, between those huge, gorgeous tree-truck legs, and licked at his man's swelling member. This got much more reaction out of Hank...the rumbles actually became soft moans and whimpers, and Bobby saw Hank's lips form his name in his sleep. Bobby watched this, and fell in love all over again.

It didn't take long for Hank to cum; it never did. Before long, his hips were pistoning his cock in and out of Bobby's mouth as his massive fingers closed around the younger man's head, engulfing him in darkness and fur as he shot loads of his delicious, spicy-sweet seed into Bobby's mouth. It was too much for him to swallow, and ran down his chin in white rivulets, but Bobby didn't care. It was Hank, so it was wonderful. Better than wonderful; it was fucking perfect.

Those big blue eyes fluttered open and looked at him, that face turning into the sexiest smile Bobby had ever seen. "Well, good afternoon, handsome," he said, and Bobby got shivers. "I do seem to have misplaced my laboratory...or at least myself."

"Blame it on your age, Blue." Bobby chuckled, licking himself as clean as he could. Then Hank came in, long swipes of his tongue cleaning the rest of the seed off his face, before pulling him close for another of the best kisses Bobby had ever had.

It was the best moment Bobby had ever had in his life. It always was. Unfortunately, life wasn't about to let them keep it that way. The intercom chose that moment to flick to life, with their Fearless Leader's voice coming over the airwaves.

"X-Men, emergency! Meet in the hangar, stat!"

Like a mirror hitting a concrete floor, the mood was shattered and both Iceman and Beast were in full 'X-Men' mode. They dressed in their uniforms and headed out without a word.

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One Hour Later

"OK, Cyke, time to spill. What's the big emergency? And oh yeah...are we there yet?"

Iceman knew how immature he sounded. But if he couldn't enjoy the rest of his day, he'd make damn sure his boss didn't either.

"Outbreaks of juvenile conduct notwithstanding, our resident - and rather nubile - animate Popsicle raises a point," Beast said, ever the voice of reason...if not the only thing keeping Bobby and Scott from ripping each other apart. "We have been left somewhat in the dark as to the nature of our summons, our foes...and practically any other relevant details about our mission. And as much as I enjoy a nice aimless flight around the globe..." He flashed the team leader the most ingratiating of smiles. "...I must say I would feel better with a bit more briefing as to the nature of this excursion."

Scott didn't say anything. He simply started straight ahead, hands practically white-knuckled under their gloves around the yoke of the Blackbird's throttle. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the red-headed young man in the copilot's chair spoke up.

"It's the Hellfire Club...namely, Sebastian Shaw. We just saw news reports of a mining operation in the Andes that he's funding. A little digging revealed that the operation...it's just a front for whatever his real objective is."

Beast nodded thoughtfully. "That explains Scott's taciturn-cum-truculent demeanor."

"Also why he's being so grouchy," Iceman piped up. Hank swatted him from behind...gently.

Cyclops had never been terribly fond of the Hellfire Club, but after their members had corrupted the woman Scott loved into Dark Phoenix -- thus triggering a series of unfortunate events that had led to her ultimate demise -- that professional dislike had soured into outright hatred. Despite Jean's reincarnation as John Grey, and the subsequent total separation of John's psyche from the Phoenix (though he had kept the name, in honor of who and what he had been), the bitterness Cyclops had for the Hellfire Club remained, and probably always would.

For his part, John had gone quiet, and assumed a pensive demeanor. Bobby couldn't blame him...after all, he was Jean in every way that counted (except one or two), and so had his own bad memories and demons to deal with. He leaned back to whisper to Hank.

"Blue? Baby? I kinda...think we don't belong on this one."

Hank's paw rested on Bobby's shoulder, and he leaned up to nuzzle his lover. Funny, how such a primitive gesture could feel so natural coming from him. "Be of good cheer, my frosty paramour. Someone has to play chaperone for these two, and as fellow 'old-timers', as it were, I posit that we would make preferable babysitters to those of the team with less patience, such as Wolverine or Bishop."

"Good point," Bobby muttered, once he deciphered Hank's five-dollar vocabulary. Logan would probably have sliced the hull open with a claw and jumped out, not particuarly caring whether he turned into sidewalk stroganoff or not, and Bishop was a total brick wall when it came to sensitivity.

But the four of them, and Wings...they'd formed a connection early on, and that was hard to break. It hadn't broken when Jean had come back looking more GQ than Cosmo, and it hadn't broken when Bobby and Hank shared their first kiss in public at the team's 7th anniversary. Nothing could break up this team, not at heart. Oh, their lives may head off in separate directions, but when it came down to it, no one had each other's backs like the original X-Men.

Good thing, too, Bobby thought as the plane touched down, 'cause whatever Shaw's really doing with those 'mines,' I can bet it's not gonna involve candy or puppies. Unless it's stealing the candy and kicking the puppies.

He suddenly had a very bad feeling about this mission.

~TO BE CONTINUED...~

A Day In the Life, Part 1

Hi all!

This story is my second exclusive for on the blog. Hank McCoy, for some ungodly reason, counts as a furry on y!Gallery so he's not allowed.

About the pairing: Hank and Bobby 'Iceman' Drake are my favorite X-Couple this side of Colossus and Kitty. I know there's no way in hell the writers would willingly make both of them gay, let alone involved, but that's why they call it 'slash,' kiddos. This pairing is full of romance and camaraderie and, oh yeah, SEX. I do focus a bit overmuch on Hank in this fic, but I've been going through a beastly period of withdrawal (Get it? BEASTly? Aaah, never mind), and wanted to get back to writing him in compromising positions.

So this fic is essentially me glutting myself on Bobby/Hank goodness. Enjoy the marathon-fuck that is "A Day In the Life, Part 1."

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The first fuck of the day started unexpectedly for Bobby Drake when he went down to the lab to get Hank McCoy up for breakfast. He loved kissing Hank awake; there was no moment as sweet to the Iceman as when the big blue hunk responded to his kiss, massive shaggy arms going around him and pulling him close. This morning, not only was he embraced by those arms, but trapped in them, T-Shirt and jeans shredded by th Beast's massive hands as he pulled him into bed with him and sat him firmly atop that massive, blue-black, precum-oozing erection. Always one who could take a hint, Bobby did the work for his lover, working himself up and down Hank's rampant erection as the gentle blue giant groaned and growled his way to his first load, whispering Bobby's name hoarsely as he came. Feeling Hank's load wash over his prostate while his name was spoken in such urgent tones made Bobby's head snap back, his lips open in a silent scream of ecstasy as his own hand brought him to release all over that gorgeous, furry chest. After chiding his lover gently for ruining his civilian clothes, Bobby felt around for his uniform trunks and boots and slid them back on, only doing a perfunctory job of cleanup. After all, the day had just started...

The second time that day was after breakfast. Scott, ever a stickler for a daily regimen of exercise, had programmed an all-new, all-different Danger Room session, and he wanted the whole team in there to try it out in pairs. Bobby and Hank were down a ways on the list, though, so they had about half an hour to kill. As soon as everyone was out of sight on one of the mansion's numerous sub-basement elevators, Hank had Bobby pinned up against the corridor wall, their trunks on the floor as he slid his massive shaft home a second time that day. Bobby wrapped his legs around Hank and moaned as he felt the huge balls slap his ass over and over again, working his inner muscles in such a way that Hank almost felt like his cock was being milked for its load. That time didn't take long, either...even though Bobby was still recovering from his first orgasm, it didn't stop Hank from whispering Bobby's name again and again as he flooded the Iceman's ass with seed for the second time that day. They kissed as they dressed, hotly, sloppily, and Bobby was never more grateful for his ice-form...it would hide his hard-on from Scott while he and Hank did their time in the Danger Room.

Bobby stayed hard all through the session...it wasn't like he had much choice. Every time he thought he'd gotten a handle on it, he'd catch a glimpse of his boyfriend's ass or package as he leapt through the air. Even though it was covered up by trunks (and, y'know, a life-or-death situation), it was still Hank, and seeing Hank made Bobby hard. Like Pavlov's dog, only with sex.


He finally got what he wanted after the session, when he led Hank on a merry chase through the mansion out onto the grounds. It was snowing, but the cold didn't bother Hank through his fur coat, and Bobby, being Bobby, loved cold weather. It was under the cover of a copse of trees that they had sex for the third time, Hank on his knees sucking Bobby's raging hardon while Bobby reached around and fingered that wonderful, muscular blue ass until Hank's wonderful mouth set him off. Of course when Hank got into 'bottom-mode,' he REALLY bottomed, and would never stop at just fingers. So the Beast crouched naked on all fours while Bobby got behind him, and started filling up his lover's ass until he could fit his whole fist in there. Hank LOVED being fisted...it always got him moaning like a whore in heat. And Bobby loved seeing him that way...so much that his cock sprang back to life a 4th time (his ability to control the water in his body may or may not have had something to do with this) and he was able to flip the Beast on his back and fuck his ass for the first time that day. Even after the fisting, it was wonderfully hot and tight in there, and watching Hank stroke himself to orgasm while being impaled by Bobby's cock was one of the best parts of Iceman's day.

Not that there weren't great ones to follow that day. Bobby saw Hank again after lunch, cornering him in the library. Bobby had insisted that the Professor stock up on comics, sci-fi, and fantasy, and Charley was happy to do it when he realized it meant Bobby would actually spend time in there. Bobby did indeed spend a lot of time in the library, both for the new sections and because it meant Hank always knew where to find him. His five-dollar vocabulary rattling off something he thought he'd need in the Animal Science section, he met Bobby in that same section five minutes later, where Hank pinned him up against the shelves that held the books about big cats, and the two of them rutted like beasts until Bobby actually creamed his uniform trunks, having not had time to take them off.

Desperately in need of both a shower and laundry now, he took Hank's paw and led him to his living quarters, where they chucked their trunks in Bobby's washing machine before heading for the bathroom. The two of them were in the shower for about an hour, but strangely didn't do a whole lot of scrubbing. Instead, Bobby turned the water as hot as they could both stand it and sucked Hank back to hardness while the steam curled around them both, then pinned HIM to the wall and fisted him a second time before his cock slid back home, stabbing Hank's prostate on the first try and making him roar/scream in ecstasy. For someone who loved to fuck as much as Hank, Bobby would never cease to be amazed at how having a cock in him could make him growl and groan with pleasure as they both shot their loads simultaneously.

Once the clothes were clean, they still needed to be dried. So Bobby threw them in his drier, then sat astride it, still naked, spreading his legs in a wanton invitation. Hank eagerly accepted it, pounding him atop the dryer as it got hotter and hotter, almost burning Bobby, but thrilling him all the more for it. Iceman may have loved cold weather, but hot temperatures turned him on almost as much..especially with Hank's cock pistoning in and out of him in a quick, staccato rhythm. Bobby loved taking in the sight of Hank, pushing his thighs open while his face was frozen in a grimace of ecstasy, his hips jackhammering away until he came again, his load coating Bobby's ass and the dryer beneath them.

After they cleaned up, Hank flopped facedown on Bobby's bed. His animal healing factor gave him the ability to marathon-fuck like no one else at the school (well, except maybe Logan), but even he had his limits. Bobby sat down beside him, and grabbed a brush from the bedside table.

He was in love with this man, he thought as he ran the brush through the Beast's thick, luxurious fur. He knew it was love for a lot of reasons...of course, the sex was fucking wonderful, but the feelings ran deeper. It didn't matter if they were fucking on top of a dryer or singing "Take Me Out To The Ball Game" off-key from the stands at the X-Men's bi-annual baseball game, he just loved being with him. They fought together, lived together, slept together (when they slept at all)...it was like those stories Bobby had read about some ancient Greek warriors. Only without togas. (too bad; Hank would look really sexy in a toga, especially if it meant Bobby could crawl under it and suck him off!)

His thoughts were interrupted by a snore, and he looked down and laughed to himself. Brushing out Hank's fur as he had been, he'd barely noticed that his big blue-pelted lover had fallen asleep.

OK, he could sleep. Curling up beside Hank, he wrapped his arms around that immense furry chest and closed his eyes. Their day was only half-over, he thought with a grin. And with any luck, the afternoon and evening would be just as much fun as the morning.

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