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Fic: Never Wanted Nothing More Chapter 2 (Jono/Ang, X-men)
Title: Never Wanted Nothing More Chapter 2 (Just Try)
Author: Rivulet027
Pairing: Jono/Ang
Fandom: X-men
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses challenge #6, the space between dreams and reality. Ang and Jono see what they can feel with less shields and some projecting.
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.
Just Try:
Jono turned the silver lighter in his hand, before he ran his fingers over the smooth surface as he breathed in the smell of smoke. It took a conscious effort to smell, but occasionally it was worth it. Jono tilted his head to regard his best friend, Angelo, who was beside him lazily smoking and tried not to feel jealous. He’d have given anything to be able to just smoke one more time, to eat one more time, to kiss one more time.
Ang smacked him upside the head, “Stop it, Jono.”
He arched an eyebrow trying to pretend he didn’t know what his friend was referring to.
“You look like…you look like you’re feeling sorry for yourself, again.”
He glared. He didn’t want pity. He was about to project the first actinide comment that came to him when Angelo told him carefully, “Would you try something for me?”
He leaned back on the nearby wall and replied, 'Depends.'
Ang tilted his head thoughtfully before admitting, “I want you to try something with me. I really don’t think it’s going to work, but I want to try anyway. Okay?”
'What do you want?'
“I want you to relax.”
This caused his eyebrows to arch and then he asked Ang just what it was he was trying.
“I want to see if I can project this,” Ang paused to take a drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly before finishing, “to you.”
For a moment Jono felt lost. He trusted Angelo, he was perhaps the only one here that could really understand what Jono was going through and the need to get reacquainted with one’s own body after your powers manifested, but did he trust Angelo enough to try this? How would he react if it worked? Would he be able to deal with the disappointment if it didn’t?
“Would you just try?” Angelo asked as he sat down on the stoop before eying him slyly, “Or do I have to dare you into it?”
Jono pushed off the wall and joined his friend, 'You can try, Sunshine, but I don’t think it’s going to make a difference.'
“Just relax,” Ang reassured as he finished his cigarette, put it out and reached for another.
He paused to pat around for his lighter and Jono handed it over with one of his smiles.
“Thief,” Ang accused with a grin before he stuck out his tongue.
Jono raised an eyebrow and Angelo gave him a grin in response before lighting his cigarette and handing the lighter back to Jono. Jono looked down at it, running his fingers over the smooth surface again until he felt Ang’s fingers on cheeks, guiding him to look at him. Angelo gave him a smile of understanding and Jono’s brow furrowed together into a frown.
Angelo rolled his eyes, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and told him, “Get over yourself.”
'What?'
“Just close your eyes and help me project, okay?”
'This isn’t going to work.'
“Pessimist,” Angelo teased.
Choosing to ignore his comment Jono closed his eyes and very carefully lowered some of his shields. He could feel Angelo as he lowered the mental shields that were the first thing Emma had taught them. Then Ang was attempting to project, fingers of thought ebbing at his brain. Keeping his eyes closed he reached out ever so hesitantly with his mind. Then he felt it, smoke in his non-existing mouth, a burn in the lungs he no longer had. Surprised he started to stumble backwards, but Angelo’s reached out and grabbed his shoulder, steadied him.
He felt Angelo step in closer to him, taking another drag on the cigarette. Smoke entered their mouth, over their tongue, burned down their throat and lungs. Jono could feel it all. He could taste it.
Jono froze, unable to move for fear that he’d lose those sensations as Angelo slowly smoked. Then the cigarette was gone and Angelo’s fingers were brushing over his face. He could feel his face. It wasn’t possible, was it?
“Keep your eyes closed,” Angelo told him, voice low in a way he was unfamiliar with.
Tentatively, and he could feel the hesitation, Angelo’s lips touched his. Jono had no time to think about the impossibility of the kiss because there were lips against his. He’d been longing for a kiss for so long, that all he could do was kiss back.
Jono’s eyes flew opened. This wasn’t possible! He had no face, no lips, to kiss with. He pushed Ang away, stumbled back himself. He stared at his grey-skinned friend with wide eyes before the lighter which had still been in his hand hit the ground and he ran. Ang opened his eyes as he watched Jono’s panicked run back into the school.
“Fuck,” Ang growled as he picked his lighter up out of the dirt and slipped it back into his pocket. He hadn’t expected it to work, but it had. Ang pressed his fingers to his lips and wondered how he was supposed to tell his best friend that when they’d kissed he’d felt Jono kiss him back? Then Ang frowned and wondered what had happened that had made him want to kiss Jono in the first place. He’d wanted it, so he’d done it, but he hadn’t been planning on it beforehand.
“Well,” he told himself, “at least he didn’t blow anything up, that’s got to be a good sign. Either he’s getting more control or I’m just a better kisser than Paige.”
Then Ang realized he was talking to himself. He shook his head and followed the path back into the school that Jono had taken.
Author: Rivulet027
Pairing: Jono/Ang
Fandom: X-men
Rating: PG-13
Summary: For the
30_kisses challenge #6, the space between dreams and reality. Ang and Jono see what they can feel with less shields and some projecting.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.
Just Try:
Jono turned the silver lighter in his hand, before he ran his fingers over the smooth surface as he breathed in the smell of smoke. It took a conscious effort to smell, but occasionally it was worth it. Jono tilted his head to regard his best friend, Angelo, who was beside him lazily smoking and tried not to feel jealous. He’d have given anything to be able to just smoke one more time, to eat one more time, to kiss one more time.
Ang smacked him upside the head, “Stop it, Jono.”
He arched an eyebrow trying to pretend he didn’t know what his friend was referring to.
“You look like…you look like you’re feeling sorry for yourself, again.”
He glared. He didn’t want pity. He was about to project the first actinide comment that came to him when Angelo told him carefully, “Would you try something for me?”
He leaned back on the nearby wall and replied, 'Depends.'
Ang tilted his head thoughtfully before admitting, “I want you to try something with me. I really don’t think it’s going to work, but I want to try anyway. Okay?”
'What do you want?'
“I want you to relax.”
This caused his eyebrows to arch and then he asked Ang just what it was he was trying.
“I want to see if I can project this,” Ang paused to take a drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly before finishing, “to you.”
For a moment Jono felt lost. He trusted Angelo, he was perhaps the only one here that could really understand what Jono was going through and the need to get reacquainted with one’s own body after your powers manifested, but did he trust Angelo enough to try this? How would he react if it worked? Would he be able to deal with the disappointment if it didn’t?
“Would you just try?” Angelo asked as he sat down on the stoop before eying him slyly, “Or do I have to dare you into it?”
Jono pushed off the wall and joined his friend, 'You can try, Sunshine, but I don’t think it’s going to make a difference.'
“Just relax,” Ang reassured as he finished his cigarette, put it out and reached for another.
He paused to pat around for his lighter and Jono handed it over with one of his smiles.
“Thief,” Ang accused with a grin before he stuck out his tongue.
Jono raised an eyebrow and Angelo gave him a grin in response before lighting his cigarette and handing the lighter back to Jono. Jono looked down at it, running his fingers over the smooth surface again until he felt Ang’s fingers on cheeks, guiding him to look at him. Angelo gave him a smile of understanding and Jono’s brow furrowed together into a frown.
Angelo rolled his eyes, pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and told him, “Get over yourself.”
'What?'
“Just close your eyes and help me project, okay?”
'This isn’t going to work.'
“Pessimist,” Angelo teased.
Choosing to ignore his comment Jono closed his eyes and very carefully lowered some of his shields. He could feel Angelo as he lowered the mental shields that were the first thing Emma had taught them. Then Ang was attempting to project, fingers of thought ebbing at his brain. Keeping his eyes closed he reached out ever so hesitantly with his mind. Then he felt it, smoke in his non-existing mouth, a burn in the lungs he no longer had. Surprised he started to stumble backwards, but Angelo’s reached out and grabbed his shoulder, steadied him.
He felt Angelo step in closer to him, taking another drag on the cigarette. Smoke entered their mouth, over their tongue, burned down their throat and lungs. Jono could feel it all. He could taste it.
Jono froze, unable to move for fear that he’d lose those sensations as Angelo slowly smoked. Then the cigarette was gone and Angelo’s fingers were brushing over his face. He could feel his face. It wasn’t possible, was it?
“Keep your eyes closed,” Angelo told him, voice low in a way he was unfamiliar with.
Tentatively, and he could feel the hesitation, Angelo’s lips touched his. Jono had no time to think about the impossibility of the kiss because there were lips against his. He’d been longing for a kiss for so long, that all he could do was kiss back.
Jono’s eyes flew opened. This wasn’t possible! He had no face, no lips, to kiss with. He pushed Ang away, stumbled back himself. He stared at his grey-skinned friend with wide eyes before the lighter which had still been in his hand hit the ground and he ran. Ang opened his eyes as he watched Jono’s panicked run back into the school.
“Fuck,” Ang growled as he picked his lighter up out of the dirt and slipped it back into his pocket. He hadn’t expected it to work, but it had. Ang pressed his fingers to his lips and wondered how he was supposed to tell his best friend that when they’d kissed he’d felt Jono kiss him back? Then Ang frowned and wondered what had happened that had made him want to kiss Jono in the first place. He’d wanted it, so he’d done it, but he hadn’t been planning on it beforehand.
“Well,” he told himself, “at least he didn’t blow anything up, that’s got to be a good sign. Either he’s getting more control or I’m just a better kisser than Paige.”
Then Ang realized he was talking to himself. He shook his head and followed the path back into the school that Jono had taken.