Title: Chocolate Hearts and Roses
Author: Phantasmas aka Phan aka Phanboy
Pairing: Remy/Jono (Some)
What?? No Bobby!?!?! I’m shocked!! Shocked I tell you!!
Additional Pairing: Bobby/Hank (Mostly)
Ahh... Here's the Bobby stuff I know and love
Rating: NC - 17, we're talking hot and heavy m/m sex and some language.

Summary: Remy goes looking for a gift for Jono to celebrate Valentine's day. Ahhhh... How sweet. and Bobby looks for a Valentine's Day gift for Hank.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where, please. That's all I ask.
Email: phantasmas35@hotmail.com (going back to hotmail for a while 'cause I'm getting a new e-mail addy... Again!!)
Web Page: http://rebecca616.tripod.com/
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never owned them. Probably never will. But one can always hope. In other words: Please don't sue.
Feedback: Please send questions and comments to the E-Mail address above. All feedback will be saved for posterity and feeding my muse.

Author's Notes: I'd like to dedicate this story to (in alphabetical order, and there's a lot of them):
Cassandra, cause it's her B-day on V-day and she goes freakaziod
over a certain leather wearing Brit boy;
Johnny, cause she's my favorite Iceman fanatic. If you ever hear
about cloning equipment being stolen near about the same time a large
amount of freon is found missing... You'll never hear from of us again.
;)
MRW, cause I know she's still out there somewhere and I believe she
still likes the majority of the people involved;
Morgana, cause she's my web-mom and has a soft spot for the
aforementioned Cajun smoothie.
Rabid, cause she's nutz about a certain Cajun thief;
Raven, cause she's nice and a Remy fanatic and she also likes
Iceman;
Rebop, cause she's a Jono fanatic;
my friend Savior Cloud, cause Savior likes the Frosty Stud;
Savior's Sig Other, who is hung on Hankster, and they like each
other, go fig, a match made in the Marvel Universe... :D
Stormkpr, cause she likes Bobby, Remy, and Hank.

Love ya'll, *MWAH* Ya'll got cooties now. ;p

WARNING!! This is non-betaed. I wanted it to be a surprise to everyone
who usually betas for me. :D
So any blatant grammar or spelling errors are all mine. I kinda rushed
this to get it done on time. Sorry.

#internal thoughts#
*telepathic thoughts*
"spoken words"

Chocolate Hearts and Roses
by Phantasmas

Act I, Scene I
Remy

Remy LeBeau was in a quandary, as his teammate Henry McCoy would say. He had no idea what to get Jonothan Starsmore for Valentine's Day. Bobby's suggestion of a heart shaped whoopee cushion decorated with hearts was way out of the question. He was sure Bobby was getting one of those for Henry. Remy was so sure, he would have bet real money on it. If there had been any X-Men who would have taken the bet. None did. They knew the Iceman all too well.

Remy wandered around the Salem Center Mall looking for... Something. He didn't know what. But he was sure he'd know it when he saw it. Whatever ‘it' was. Taking Jono out for dinner and a movie would have been cruel. Jono just wasn't into movies and he couldn't eat without a mouth. So taking him to a restaurant to watch Remy eat wasn't a very nice gift. And that also killed the idea of a box of chocolates, the traditional Valentine's Day gift.

Remy wasn't sure if Jono was allergic to any flowers. He wasn't sure if Jono had even retained his sense of smell... Jono's medical file hadn't mentioned anything about allergies. So he decided flowers would be a very uncertain gift. And he couldn't ask any of Jono's fellow students from Generation X. Some of them he didn't know how to get in contact with and the one's he could, would have asked *why* Remy LeBeau wanted to know that information. No one outside the core X-Team knew that Remy and Jono were dating. Jono wanted to keep their coupledom, not secret, but not public knowledge. Remy went along with it, because that's the way Jono wanted it.

Remy strolled past the Victoria's Secret store, not even looking in the window. Jono was definitely not into wearing woman's lingerie. Not that Remy had even considered buying it for him. Remy had given them as gifts to his lady friends, but never for any of his male lovers. Just wasn't his or Jono's bag.

After looking at and dismissing the stores at this end of the mall one by one, Remy headed back toward the mall's more refined class of stores.

Jono couldn't wear watches. Something about his psi-aura played havoc with the inner workings or components of both mechanical and digital watches. Necklaces would be a major problem since Jono doesn't have a complete neck. A ring would seem too close to an engagement-like gift. Remy was interested in a very long term relationship with Jono, but it was still too early to start thinking about it being permanent. An earring would make a nice gift. But Remy knew that Jono only had one and he only wore it occasionally, and he thought it meant something special to Jono. He didn't feel right about trying to replace it with something Jono would feel pressured into wearing.

At the MegaMusic Store, Remy looked over the selection of guitars they had for sale. Electric and bass and acoustic. And even electric acoustic. Modern looking and classic designs. The selection was too wide for him to make a decent decision for Jono. He'd have to be sure of what kind of guitar Jono played before buying one.

He shouldn't have waited so long to get a present. But missions for and training with the X-Men and running the Thieves Guild business long distance from Salem Center took up so much of his time. After all that, he hardly had enough free time for Jono, let alone shop for an important present for him.

Remy ginned and shook his head. If he had been courting Bobby or Hank it would have been so easy. He knew exactly what they would like. In fact he... He stopped that line of thought. No since wishing for something that wasn't. I was just wasting energy and effort.

Remy stopped dead in his tracks. That would be a perfect gift. He hardly noticed the people pushing past and glaring at him. He could. He headed for his car in the parking lot. He just needed to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few items and head back to the mansion. He couldn't wait until tomorrow.

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Act I, Scene II Bobby

Robert Drake was depressed. Not an ‘I'm so depressed I want to die' kind of depressed, but close enough. Up until this morning, the morning of the day before The Big Day, Bobby had been sure Hank would have loved the heart covered, heart shaped whoopee cushion he had ordered. Okay, he was sure Hank would have at least chuckled at it. But Bobby had had to give Remy a suggestion for what to get Jono, even when that was what he was getting Hank...

#Know-it-all, anti-fun, sexy & suave Cajun thief. Never gonna tell him anything ever again. The jerk!#

Oh, Remy didn't say anything. He didn't have to. The look on his face told Bobby everything.

So Bobby was stalking around the mall, looking for another Perfect (with a capitol ‘P') Valentine's Day Present on the day before Valentine's Day. He must be insane. He felt insane. Pushing through the crowd of last minute shoppers. All male. All frantic. All looking as pressured as he felt. But the majority of them were shopping for girlfriends, wives, or female fiancees. He doubted any of them were looking for a present for a blue, furry mutant brain like he was.

Bobby sighed for the twentieth time that hour and again wondered if Stark International sold pocket cyclotrons or electron microscopes with mutant genome scanner thingies. At retail prices, of course. Oh well. He couldn't call them anyway and find out. The phone calls asking if Iron Man was rust proof had gotten him blocked on their phone system.

Bobby once again wondered how they were able to block him and only him. Even when he called from a pay phone. Hank always got through when he called. And when Bobby would try from the same line, he'd get a busy signal. Everytime. Could they have changed their phone number? Bobby doubted it. There had to be a more complex conspiracy. Had to be.

Bobby glared at the window display of shoes. Hank had to special order the shoes he wore, so there was no way Bobby could get him anything on such short notice. Hank's feet were too dang big. And that thought sparked a few naughty thoughts in the Iceman's brain. He grinned a goofy grin. Practically a leer. Big hands and big feet mean might not be true for all the other guys. But it was certainly true for Hank. True blue in fact.

After he spent a few minutes getting himself under control, all the while grumbling about cold showers and the fact they had never worked for him, Bobby pushed toward and past his next target. Gloves were out for the same reason as the shoes. And the style of clothes that Hank liked to wear, Bobby couldn't afford or understand.

#Nothing wrong with ordinary jeans and a T-shirt.#

Hank had plenty of ties. Besides, all the good ones had been bought by the more intelligent female shoppers weeks ago. Bobby didn't want to buy something just so he'd have something to give Hank. He didn't want Hank to go through the trouble of trying to return something just because he wanted to save time shopping. Besides, Bobby kind of doubted that Hank would return anything he bought him, simply because of the fact that he had bought it for him. So he *had* to get something Hank wanted or could use or would like. Or at least something that wouldn't cause Hank's eyes to bug out of his head in disbelief when he opened the box.

A jumbo sized box of Twinkies was out. Unless he could locate some hard to find strawberry jelly filled ones. Hank loved strawberries.

Bobby quickly ducked into the store he was in front of and moved behind one of the display racks.

#Gambit? What the fuck is he doing here?#

Bobby glared Icy Daggers of Death at Remy LeBeau with his eyes. Almost made some real ones, too. It was Gambit's fault he was shopping now. He refrained from freezing Remy's drink to his hand, but only because it would have told Gambit he was nearby. That and the fact Gambit didn't have a drink in his hand.

Once Remy had wandered past, Bobby rushed out of the store and headed in the direction Remy had come from. He never realized he'd ducked into the Victoria's Secrets and hid behind a display of lace undergarments. Good thing too. He'd have been beet red the rest of the day.

Bobby walked past the book stores. All the books Hank read he got by ordering from scientific companies and bio-medical-technological places that Bobby couldn't remember their names except they all sounded like alien warlord drag queens. And all Bobby could pick out were books about humorous stuff. While Hank did like his sense of humor, or claimed to, Bobby didn't want to push it too far.

#Jewelry? Nah.#

Hank didn't wear jewelry. It always got caught on hair. Hank's fur and jewelry would have been a nightmare waiting to happen.

#No toy stores.#

Hank's toys consisted of the high-tech gadgets in the med-lab. Bobby wanted to get something for Hank. Not something Hank would let him play with.

#Cooking and kitchen stuff was a no go.#

Hank's usual idea of cooking was thawing out a microwave dinner or ordering take out.

#Pet store? Hmmm... Possibilities...#

Bobby looked to see if they had a muzzle in his size. Hank might like that. Keep Bobby quiet while Hank's tried to get some work done in the lab. Nope, all sold out. A gag gift of flea power? Nah, this is *serious* V-Day stuff here. No more silly presents that'd embarrass Hank.

#Hmmm... ‘Computers & Stuff.' This place looks interesting.#

Turned out it was interesting. If you needed a computer that look like it had been made in the middle ages. The computer equipment that the X-Men had access to at the mansion could compute circles around anything they had. Some of the games looked good. If Bobby was shopping for himself, which he wasn't. Bobby left dejected.

Sunglass Hut... Nah. Battery Bonanza... Nope. Goofy T-shirt place... NO!!

Bobby knew he was trying as hard as he could. But there was too much of a crowd. Most of the decent gifts were gone. And he just couldn't think straight because he was so worried over what to buy Hank.

And what the fuck was Gambit doing back over on *this* side of the mall? He's suppose to be over on the other side still.

#Go away, Remy! You're starting to piss me off!! And you haven't said anything to me yet.#

Bobby tossed a quarter into the fountain as he avoided Remy again. He wished for an attack from some evil-mutant group. He didn't care which, so long as it gave him an excuse to quit shopping.

Fate was feeling very unkind to Bobby Drake and so didn't send the requested confrontation. His wish not granted, Bobby sighed again and looked around the mall. Hoping for a sign from above. Like a meteor strike or alien invasion. Again. Nothing happened. Sighing again he glared at the fountain. He felt like tracking down Remy and dropping a snowball down his pants just because. But that wouldn't find a gift for Hank. And it kinda looked like Remy wasn't having any luck, good or bad, finding a gift for Jono.

Bobby headed for his car. He wasn't going to get any shopping done today. He might as well go home.

#Too bad me and Remy can't trade boyfriends. I can think up plenty of things to do or get Jono.#

Bobby was putting his key in his car door when he thought of a great idea. A fantastic idea. He jumped in his car and headed for the X-Mansion. Thinking and planning the whole way there. He needed pencil and paper and time. He'd *make* the Perfect Valentine's Day present.

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** Morning. V-Day **

Act II, Scene I Remy/Jono

Jono quietly crept out of the warm bed he shared with Remy and walked to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower Jono entered the bedroom and sat in the chair next to the window, waiting for the sun to rise and start the day. Jono thought that he could have waited for Remy to wake up and they could have showered together, but that would have taken up a lot of time and he knew Remy wanted them to leave early this morning for their ride to the lake for an all day picnic. Even though Jono didn't eat, he enjoyed spending the time with Remy while he ate. He usually picked up sensations from Remy when they were alone and sometimes he even felt like he was enjoying the food with Remy. He figured it was because Remy was an empath and that they had created some sort of deep empathic/telepathic bond that transmitted what Remy felt. He didn't know for certain, but he knew enough to enjoy it when it happened.

Jono had planned on staying at the lake all day with Remy. Eating, swimming, having sex like crazed minks... Jono's eyes crinkled in the way people usually did when they smiled. Remy had become very adapt at reading what was left of his face. He wondered again why Remy was interested in him. Half a face and an attitude and a half to make up for it.

Jono looked out the window and frowned. There was something on the lawn. He couldn't see it very well. The sun wasn't completely up yet. While he waited for the sun to rise further. He looked back over at Remy's nude body, half covered by the bedsheets. Later, he told himself. He knew they'd have all day at the lake to satisfy their carnal desires.

Looking back at the object on the lawn, Jono felt his eyes go very wide. *Cor!* He turned back to the bed to see Remy looking at him sleepily. *Ducks?* Jono sent to him. *D'ya know wha's this here on the lawn?*

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Act II, Scene II Bobby/Hank

Hank looked at his Valentine's Present. Well... Perhaps ‘looked' wasn't a strong enough word. Devoured! Devoured would be much more descriptive. Hank *devoured* his Valentine's Day Present. Right now he was utilizing his eyes. Later he would be using his mouth and hands.

Bobby stood just inside Hank's door. Dressed in his best suit. With a red bow around his neck. Bobby himself was Bobby's Valentine's Present to Hank. Hank couldn't think of anything more desirable.

"I'm sorry, Hankster," Bobby muttered, sounding very discouraged. He was looking down at the floor.

Hank wanted him to look up. Look at him. Look happy like Bobby was suppose to be. Hank loved seeing Bobby look happy.

"But I couldn't think of anything to get you for Valentine's Day."

"Robert," he said softly, lovingly. "You, spending the whole day with me, is all I could ever ask for." Bobby didn't look like he believed that. Hank knew he had to reinforce his statement with some proof.

He motioned for Bobby to come to him. Which he did, slowly crossing the distance to the bed. All the while looking like a puppy someone had kicked. Hank placed his hands on Bobby's arms and gently sat him on the edge of the bed. He reached into his nightstand top drawer, pulled out the present he had gotten for Bobby, and handed it to him. It was a small black velvet box, about 8 inches by 1 inch and an inch deep.

"I had intended on presenting this gift to you later this evening. After we had spent the daylight hours together, but I believe now would be a more opportune time to bestow said present upon you."

When Bobby took the box out of his almost trembling hands, Hank slid off the bed and positioned himself on the floor in front of Bobby. Bobby didn't seem to notice as he carefully pulled off the red ribbon and opened the box.

Hank watched as Bobby smiled and his eyes lit up. He looked a little happier. "It's beautiful, Hank." Bobby lifted the gift out of the box and set the box beside him on the bed. The pendant of clear crystal caught and scattered the light that reached it as it hung from the metallic necklace.

"The metal is an adamantium alloy," Hank explained as Bobby examined it, "so it is nigh indestructible and will remain undamaged when you transform into ice and go into battle. The crystal is a rare transparent form of vibranium and is as durable as the necklace. I asked for and received aid from current and former Avengers. It's construction would have been beyond impossible if not for their assistance."

"You couldn't use our equipment to make this thing?"

Hank grinned at his friend and lover. "You are all together too inquisitive and industrious to leave a present for you anywhere on the premises where you could happen upon it. As I recall, you found the Christmas presents I had secreted under the floor in the Danger Room the first year we were students at this fair institute."

"Well, you didn't exactly try to hide them very well for one thing."

"Robert, I welded down a floorplate in an attempt to keep them hidden!"

"And it wasn't a very good weld either. That's what clued me in, Hank. You need to think of these things." Bobby was grinning happily now. "Thank you for the present."

Hank was overjoyed to see Bobby smiling a genuine smile. He hoped he'd be able to say what he wished to.

"The present is not complete yet, Robert." Hank swallowed and wished for something to wet his now very parched throat. Although words usually came so easy to him, he knew he this would be very difficult.

Bobby patiently waited for Hank to continue.

Hank delicately picked up his gift from Bobby's hands and unclasped the necklace and holding it before Bobby, began, "Robert Drake." Bobby's eyebrows raised at Hank's very formal use of his full name. "Would you -- That is... I would ask you --"

#Oh my stars and garters. For god's sake and Bobby's, get a hold of yourself, Henry McCoy, and ask the question!#

With Bobby watching him, looking very concerned, very confused, and not at all certain what Hank was trying to say, Hank cleared his throat and began one final time in a serious tone and solemn voice.

"Robert Drake, would you do me the exceptional honor of becoming my Companion for Life? Husband. Lifemate. Or whatever politically correct term people are calling it this week?"

Bobby's eyes were in danger of falling out of his skull and his jaw almost reached his lap.

"I will completely understand if you do not wish to."

Mouth still agape, Bobby slowly moved his head left and right.

"You are signaling a negative response." Hank dropped his head and began to raise to his feet. "I understand, Robert." He was halted by Bobby throwing himself at Hank and wrapping his arms around him.

"NO! NO! NO! You big, blue, furry goof!" Bobby practically shouted as he clug to Hank's neck. "I mean, YES! YES! YES! I love you! Don't you ever forget that! And I mean *never ever!* Never never *never* think that I don't love you. And I will marry you or bond with you or whatever we do to be together. As long as we're together."

"And I love you, Robert." Hank's enclosed the younger man with his huge arms. Bobby shifted until his legs were on either side of Hank's lap and he was pressed against Hank's broad chest. Hank embraced his lover. His love. "The universe will end long before my love for you does."

"Ok, you're starting to get mushy, Blue," Bobby warned him. Hank gently sat Bobby back on the bed when he sniffed. Hank produced a Kleenex, wiped Bobby's face and helped him blow his nose. "And now you're treating me like a kid."

"Indeed? Well, Robert, may I show how mature I believe you are by placing my gift around your neck. And then may I unwrap my present?"

Hank smiled when Bobby grinned and nodded. He reached around and closed the necklace around Bobby's ribbon covered neck. Before he pulled away, he gave the cute ear above that lovely neck a quick nip and a left a lingering kiss on an adorable cheek. Bobby groaned impatiently as Hank slowly undressed him. Hank carefully folded and hung Bobby's suit on and over the chair next to his bed until Bobby wore only Hank's gift and the red ribbon and bow that covered his neck. Hank then picked Bobby up and lay him down on his bed. He sighed deeply and gazed at Bobby's nude form.

"You appear exceptionally delicious and look quite edible, Robert."

"Stop that. You're making me hungry." Bobby scowled at Hank.

"Then we must open *our* Valentine's Present from Remy. It smells delectable." Hank leaned over the side of the bed and retrieved a package wrapped in shiny red paper.

"Remy got us something?"

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Act II, Scene I, continued. Remy/Jono

Remy joined Jono at the window, put both his arms around Jono's body, mindful of the psi-fire that leaked out of his chest, and placed a soft kiss on the back of Jono's neck. They both gazed at the scene on the back lawn. Cupids and roses and hearts of ice dotted the lawn furniture, centering around a huge heart of clear crystal ice with words of milky white inside it. ‘Remy + Jono 4-ever' was visible in the morning sun. Written in letters of ice was, ‘Happy V-Day, Dudes. Luv, the Icy Man' in front of the heart. As if Bobby had to sign his very personal Valentine's Day card.

*Why'd he do that, Remy?* Jono asked. *We didn't get him anything.*

"I had given him and Hank a little present from me. But dat was before I had seen dis." Remy looked all around the back yard. It was *filled* with ice sculptures. "Bobby. He must have spent hours creating and shaping all dis. Da boy's a wizard wit' ice, non?"

*He is, luv. That he is.*

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Act II, Scene II Bobby/Hank

Bobby reached over and slipped his hand inside the boxers that Hank wore to bed. He ran his fingers through the thick blue fur that covered every inch of Hank's body and squeezed that fur covered ass. "Ya got a great ass, Hank."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Robert." Hank crawled up and lay on his stomach next to Bobby, moving carefully so Bobby's hand remained where it was. He placed the package next to Bobby's chest and grinned.

"I kinda got one of my hands full, Hank." He squeezed Hank's ass again. "You'll hafta open it."

"Perhaps I should give you something that will fill both your hands?"

"Nah, I'll take care of that meself." Bobby climbed onto Hank's back, and resting his head on Hank's furry shoulder, slid both his hands down the back of Hank's boxers and massaged Hank's ass. "Hmmmm... Okay. You can open it now, Hankster."

Hank unwrapped the box and opened it. Looking in it, they found re-wrapped Twinkies, chocolate covered strawberries, and a bottle of strawberry syrup. "It appears our highly industrious Cajun friend mixed strawberry jam with the cream filling of these Twinkies," Hank remarked, examining one of the Twinkies. "And chocolate in some of these others." Hank feed one of the chocolate laced ones to Bobby while he consumed one of the strawberry doctored ones.

"Gambit really knows us. Chocolate for me. Strawberry for you. And Twinkies and chocolate covered strawberries for us both." Bobby smiled, licking the extra chocolate off his lips. "Glad he's on our side."

Hank suddenly rolled, dislodging Bobby from his back. Bobby groaned when his hands lost touch with Hank's ass. Hank rolled onto his back and swiftly removed his boxers, freeing his large cock.

"There's something cream filled that I'd love to get my hands on," Bobby said licking his lips and reaching for Hank's cock, wrapping both his hands around it. He stroked it slowly, moaning as it became hard and hot. Bobby usually avoided heat, but Hank's hard, hot cock was the one non-cool thing he wanted. Craved. Needed. "Oh, Hank," he groaned. Bobby leaned against Hank and placed his lips against Hank's. Kissing deeply, passionately. "I want you to fuck me, Hank. Make me scream loud enough so Scott and Jean hear me out at the boathouse."

"Remember the last time they heard you, Mr. Drake?" Hank cocked an eyebrow at Bobby. "If I'm not mistaken, Jean promised to give you doraphobia if she had to run to the mansion for a false alarm again."

"So I'll be afraid of doors for a few days until her mental whammy wears off. Big deal. It'll just allow me more time to be with you. Inside. Away from doors. In bed." Bobby waggled his eyebrows.

"My dear Mr. Drake, doraphobia is the fear of fur, not the fear of doors."

"She was bluffing, Hankster." Bobby kissed Hank's chin and then slowly kissed his way down Hank's body.

"Still," Hank groaned at Bobby's ministrations, "in the event that the lovely Mrs. Summers was not bluffing, I would prefer that you keep the present level of attraction to my azure pelt."

"Okay, no real loud screaming," Bobby grumped, bowing to Hank's wisdom. "This time," he added as an afterthought.

Bobby had to stop and blow fur off his tongue every few minutes, but that didn't cause him to halt. Bobby lingered over Hank's nipples until they were hard, almost painfully so, then moved on down Hank's chest to his stomach and tongued, or tried to tongue Hank's belly button. Hank thought he heard Bobby mutter *dang fur* more than once, but he wasn't certain. Bobby apparently gave up, because he quickly moved down to what he always claimed was his favorite part of Hank's anatomy and lightly kissed the head of Hank's cock before taking it into his mouth.

"Hmmmm, Robert," Hank murmured. "You do that so well. That always feels so good."

"Tastes good, too," Bobby replied after popping the head out of his mouth. He returned to sucking Hank's cock as soon as he finished talking.

Hank groaned while Bobby worked more of his length in his mouth. Bobby had sworn that one day he'd be able to deepthroat Hank completely. It didn't look like today would be the day, but that wouldn't stop Bobby from trying. Bobby pushed himself until he gagged, causing Hank to forcibly remove Bobby from his position.

"Robert," Hank growled, "you harming yourself inhibits my enjoyment of this most enjoyable activity. I don't want you forcing an injury on yourself for my pleasure. I won't have it." He admonished Bobby. "The present level that you pleasuring me, without choking yourself, is more than enough to incite my climax."

"Sooo... No gagging. Just sucking?"

"Correct, Robert."

"Okay. I can do that." Bobby replaced Hank's cock in his mouth, lavishing all his attention on it from the tip of it's purple/blue head to the base of it's furry blue balls and below. He brought Hank to the edge of cuming. And then backed off. Starting again after Hank had calmed down enough. He did this until Hank decided that that was enough torture for one day. He gently grabbed Bobby, threw him on his back on the bed and held him there. "Hey!" Bobby protested. "I wasn't finished."

"You are now, Robert. It is my turn." He informed his lover, laying down between Bobby's legs. Holding his arms, Hank took the strawberry syrup from the box, popped the top and dribbled a light coating of the sweet red liquid on Bobby's cock. Once he was finished, he closed the lid and dropped it to the side. He then took the entire length in his mouth, tasting Bobby, skin, strawberries, and pre-cum. Bobby arched his back and groaned, pushing into Hank's hot, wet mouth. Hank teased and tormented Bobby's cock, balls, and opening, just like Bobby had him. Bringing Bobby to the brink of release. And stopping. Bobby begged and pleaded, whined and whimpered for Hank to end it.

"Okay, Hank," Bobby growled when he had had enough. "I'm going to freeze your balls off if you don't..."

Hank cut him off by easily flipping him over onto his stomach, exposing his tight pink hole. He proceeded to relax Bobby by tonguing and kissing his opening as Bobby alternately pushed his erection into the bed and then his ass against Hank's mouth. When Bobby's cries reached the right pitch, Hank asked for the lube. Bobby quickly grabbed it off the nightstand and handed it to him. Hank quickly slicked up his cock and Bobby's hole. "Are you ready, Robert?" He asked, positioning his erection right at Bobby's opening.

Bobby nodded his head quickly. "Oh God. Yes, Hank. Pleeeeeeease. Aaaaaahhhhh!" he cried out as Hank slowly pushed until he was completely sheathed inside Bobby's hot, tender flesh. "Oh fuckin' A, Hank! I almost came just then." Bobby whimpered as Hank just as slowly withdrew.

"Can't have that, Robert. Not just yet anyway." Hank slowly moved in and out of Bobby, marveling how tight and hot he always was. "We have enough sugary confections to keep our endurance and strength up. A comfortable room and shower to hold our activities in. We have a very lengthy day ahead of us, my love, and I plan on making love to you as long as mutantly possible. Or longer."

"Oh god..." Bobby groaned gratefully into the pillow. "I love you, Hank."

"And I love you, Robert. Now, feed me one of those yummy chocolate covered strawberries whilst I see about making it highly improbable that you'll be able to walk tomorrow."

"Anything you say, lover." Bobby moaned as he followed Hank's request. "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day to you, my love." Hank whispered in Bobby's ear as he thrust inside Bobby, pushing them both closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.

~finis~

*pant pant*

Last Author's notes, Really!!:

Sorry for the minor amount of Remy/Jono stuff, but my muse is still stuck in Bobby/Hank mode.

And No! I don't know why I keep putting sweet condiments on Bobby. It just seems right. Okay!?!

And to think, I usually don't care for Valentine's Day. :D