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Title: Never Wanted Nothing More Chapter 3 (Contemplation)
Fandom: X-men and it you want to get technical it’s Generation X
Pairings: Jono/Ang
Rating: Pg-13
Summery: 30 kisses challenge #10: #10 While waiting to take a test Ang thinks about kissing Jono.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the X-men or Generation X, it's not my toy box and I'm merely playing. I don’t own anything to do with the title, which I borrowed from a Kenny Chesney song. I also don’t own anything to do with Iron Chef, Star Trek or the song ‘Mary’ by the Scissor Sisters.
A/N: Jono speaks by projecting so his words will be in '' to represent that. The title of this piece is ‘Never Wanted Nothing More’ but each chapter also has a title.
Contemplation:
Angelo slid the ticket from the machine. He glanced at it: #10. The call board read 2. He watched as a plump woman shuffled up, dumped her overly stuffed large purse on the counter and began to rifle through it. He winced, gave his ticket to Sean and told him, “Going to smoke.”
Sean followed his gaze to the woman, “Don’t wander.”
He shrugged, walked out and lit up. He threw the DMV an annoyed look, then leaned against the building. He supposed he should be grateful that despite being legally dead in California Emma had managed to get him the correct paperwork that’d allow him to get his driver’s license.
He was the last one that needed to, well the last one in the correct age bracket. A part of him wasn’t sure he’d ever want to see Jubilee get her license, that girl was too easily distracted, and no one really knew how old Penny was.
A part of him wished he was nervous. It’d give him a bit of an edge, a reason to concentrate on the test he’d have to take. It’d distract him from thoughts of Jono.
He’d been preoccupied with the turn their friendship could take since that smoke turned mental experiment turned the most intense kiss he’d ever experienced. Angel dropped the hand holding his cigarette and pressed his fingers against his lips, remembering. He needed that feeling, that solidness against his lips.
He frowned when he realized he was essentially standing there kissing his own fingers. He shook himself and brought his cigarette back to his lips.
As he smoked he wondered how he’d become so quickly addicted to kissing Jono. How could that be possible when Jono was missing the entire lower portion of his face? Kissing was impossible, wasn’t it? Except that they had, mentally they’d managed it. Of course doing so again would probably have Emma throwing a tantrum and pointing out that Jono was still learning to use his mental powers. Ang wasn’t prepared to have his mind accidentally turned to mush for some kissing. Jono was already morbid enough, Ang hated to think what would happen if Jono accidentally hurt him.
If he was going to pursue exploring this thing between him and Jono most of the kissing would have to come from him, Ang decided with a smile. Kissing Jono was easy, it just felt natural to him. He’d been doing so even when he only considered Jono a good friend.
Ang smirked as he thought of the challenge it’d be.
Sean poked his head out of the door and told him to hurry along. Ang tossed his cigarette away and walked back inside in time to see the number change from 9 to 10. He took his ticket back from Sean and approached the desk.
Fandom: X-men and it you want to get technical it’s Generation X
Pairings: Jono/Ang
Rating: Pg-13
Summery: 30 kisses challenge #10: #10 While waiting to take a test Ang thinks about kissing Jono.
Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the X-men or Generation X, it's not my toy box and I'm merely playing. I don’t own anything to do with the title, which I borrowed from a Kenny Chesney song. I also don’t own anything to do with Iron Chef, Star Trek or the song ‘Mary’ by the Scissor Sisters.
A/N: Jono speaks by projecting so his words will be in '' to represent that. The title of this piece is ‘Never Wanted Nothing More’ but each chapter also has a title.
Contemplation:
Angelo slid the ticket from the machine. He glanced at it: #10. The call board read 2. He watched as a plump woman shuffled up, dumped her overly stuffed large purse on the counter and began to rifle through it. He winced, gave his ticket to Sean and told him, “Going to smoke.”
Sean followed his gaze to the woman, “Don’t wander.”
He shrugged, walked out and lit up. He threw the DMV an annoyed look, then leaned against the building. He supposed he should be grateful that despite being legally dead in California Emma had managed to get him the correct paperwork that’d allow him to get his driver’s license.
He was the last one that needed to, well the last one in the correct age bracket. A part of him wasn’t sure he’d ever want to see Jubilee get her license, that girl was too easily distracted, and no one really knew how old Penny was.
A part of him wished he was nervous. It’d give him a bit of an edge, a reason to concentrate on the test he’d have to take. It’d distract him from thoughts of Jono.
He’d been preoccupied with the turn their friendship could take since that smoke turned mental experiment turned the most intense kiss he’d ever experienced. Angel dropped the hand holding his cigarette and pressed his fingers against his lips, remembering. He needed that feeling, that solidness against his lips.
He frowned when he realized he was essentially standing there kissing his own fingers. He shook himself and brought his cigarette back to his lips.
As he smoked he wondered how he’d become so quickly addicted to kissing Jono. How could that be possible when Jono was missing the entire lower portion of his face? Kissing was impossible, wasn’t it? Except that they had, mentally they’d managed it. Of course doing so again would probably have Emma throwing a tantrum and pointing out that Jono was still learning to use his mental powers. Ang wasn’t prepared to have his mind accidentally turned to mush for some kissing. Jono was already morbid enough, Ang hated to think what would happen if Jono accidentally hurt him.
If he was going to pursue exploring this thing between him and Jono most of the kissing would have to come from him, Ang decided with a smile. Kissing Jono was easy, it just felt natural to him. He’d been doing so even when he only considered Jono a good friend.
Ang smirked as he thought of the challenge it’d be.
Sean poked his head out of the door and told him to hurry along. Ang tossed his cigarette away and walked back inside in time to see the number change from 9 to 10. He took his ticket back from Sean and approached the desk.