LOG: One Night In New York, Part II

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One Night In BangkokNew York

Manuel and Bobby, shortly after returning from their night out in the clubs, retire to Manny's chamber for a litte ... sport. Things get hot - and cold.

LOG RATING: NC-17. Reason: M/M sexual contact.


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Bobby climbed out of the car as they pulled to a stop in the garage, grinning widely. He felt giddy, almost drugged by the attention and the sexual charge he'd been getting all night. "Oh man, that was great," he sighed, slamming the door and leaning against the car.

Manuel laughed as he climbed out. He'd had to let Bobby drive - he'd imbibed too much of the champagne than was probably wise. "Do I lie? I told you this was just what you needed." he pointed out. "Well, OK, there's something else you need, but not here in the garage." he smirked.

Bobby arched an eyebrow and headed for the pegboard to return the keys to their rightful place. "You gonna be able to walk on your own?" he teased, shaking his head slightly.

(Manuel laughed, and staggered up against Bobby for a moment. "Maaaybe." he said with another laugh. In truth, he was fine, but playing the drunk was putting Robert at ease. He did so love to be protective, after all. "Gonna put me to bed?" he asked with a wicked grin.

Bobby swallowed as that grin sent a shiver down his spine. "I think I can do that," he said quietly, easing an arm around Manuel's waist.

Manuel snuggled into Bobby and grinned at the man. "Ooh. My hero." he said with another laugh. "Let's go!"

Bobby chuckled somewhat nervously and nodded, heading into the house and up to Manuel's room, the warmth of Manuel's body against his spreading an answering heat through his body.

Manuel made sure to keep touching Bobby as they walked together up to his room. Skin-to-skin, random incidental things. It helped him to get a feel for Bobby for one, and it also was driving the poor boy nuts. When they finally reached his room, Manuel unlocked and opened his door, then turned around to Bobby. "Care to come in?" he asked with another wicked grin and a smouldering look. "Could be fun."

After the evening he's had, the thought of going back to his room alone was an unappealing one, especially with the alternative being held out to him. "Sure," he answered, giving Manuel a nervous grin. It'd been a few years since he'd done more than just look at another man, not since...well. That wasn't important, and definitely not where he wanted his thoughts turning tonight. Besides, he was curious. And it was only fair to find out what was so great about Manuel that Terry would throw herself at him. Which was another place Bobby didn't want his mind going.

Manuel could see Bobby's emotions spiking all over the place, which was pretty much not at all what he wanted. So now it was time to turn up the heat. After Bobby got himself inside Manuel's room, he closed the door and then pinned the X-Man to said door with his own body, kissing him hungrily. "You're cute for an American." he said once he'd come up for air.

Bobby groaned, Manuel's kiss having the desired effect of clearing his mind of all rational thought. "...Thanks," he gasped, moving his mouth toward Manuel's again, wanting more.

Manny was all too happy to give him more, responding like with like. It had been a long time since he'd done much of anything with a boy, and he was rediscovering how much he liked the taste. In addition, he ran a hand through Bobby's hair, mussing it and using it as a handhold to tilt Bobby's head back. Doing so exposed his neck, which Manuel went to work on with a vengeance.

Bobby shuddered, letting out a breathless moan, his body arching against Manuel's. "God..." His hands moved to Manuel's waist, fingers working to get beneath his shirt and touch skin.

"Has nothing to do with it." he said, running his hands under Bobby's shirt, touching as much hot skin as he could get his hands on easily. He reclaimed Bobby's mouth for a hot kiss, and then moved his head to the side to nibble on his ear. "You're so hot." he whispered into Bobby's ear. "Do you want me to taste you?"

Bobby whimpered, nodding his head enthusiastically enough to knock it gently against the door. "Fuck yes," he breathed, a cloud of icy vapor accompanying the words.

Manuel was delighted by the little fog-cloud. "Naughty boy. If you use your power, I'll use mine." he said with another one of those wicked de la Rocha grins that Amanda would have recognized immediately. But as he spoke his hands were busy unbuckling and unzipping and sliding downwards.

Bobby pressed his lips tightly together, trying to get his powers under control again. "Sorry. It, uh...has a mind of its own sometimes," he said with a sheepish grin that evaporated as Manuel's hand curled around his cock, replaced by a shaky moan.

Manuel grinned delightedly at what he found buried beneath too many layers. "Nice." he said, getting accustomed the feel of it, the length and girth and sensitivity. His eyes glowed red for a moment as he gently toyed with Bobby's pleasure centers in his mind, making everything feel even better, putting him even deeper into the mood he was already fairly entwined with.

Not that the power boost was necessary by that point--Bobby was pretty much putty in Manuel's hands. It's not as if he hadn't fantasized about this very situation on more than one occasion, after all. "Holy shit," he whispered, the words accompanied by another flash of his powers, his body temperature dipping about thirty degrees for a fraction of a second, chilling his skin.

Manuel felt Bobby go from feverishly excited to downright chilly in an instant. The change was startling and wonderful. Smiling wickedly, Manuel slid himself down Bobby's body until he was on his knees. Looking up at Bobby, he slowly, exquisitely took him into his mouth. It was the most bizarre thing he'd ever done, and he'd done quite a bit. The musky flavor was precisely what it expected it, but it was _cold_. Almost like ... a popsicle? If he could of, he would have laughed.

Bobby's fingers scratched against the door as he groaned loudly, trying to find something to grab onto. His head pressed back against the wood, eyes closed as he rocked his hips forward, impatient for more.

Manuel was in a mind to be cruel and prolong things. He fought Bobby's attempts at speeding things up, instead taking it slow, drawing it all out. It was more fun that way, and he rather liked the way Bobby groaned. A good sound. But there was more he wanted from Bobby, more he wanted to do _to_ Bobby. To let him go too quickly would be to ruin it.

Bobby'd already had an entire evening of foreplay, and he was impatient. But on the other hand, the torture of Manuel holding back, not giving him what he wanted was a very pleasant one as well. "Please," he moaned without even realizing he'd spoken, body straining toward Manuel over and over.

Manuel looked up at Bobby again, and then let him go before sliding back up his body. "Please what?" he asked with a grin. "Just tell me what you want me to do." And then he kissed Bobby again, letting one hand snake down his body to keep both his heads well-stimulated.

Bobby groaned, thrusting into Manuel's hand as his head thumped back against the door. "I don't fucking care what you do, I just want to come," he answered breathlessly.

Manuel laughed at that. "I'm sure you do." he said with a laugh, letting his hand play with him still. He let his power snake into Bobby's emotions again, immersing himself in the threads, using Bobby's own lust to ease the pain of the aching hole in his own heart. For a time, he could forget Amanda, forget the link snapping, forget the death of Frank and forget his own life running out of him like sand through an hourglass.