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Title: Never Wanted Nothing More Chapter 6 (From Good To Bad And Back Again)
Fandom: X-men and it you want to get technical it’s Generation X
Pairings: Jono/Ang
Rating: Pg-13
Summery: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_kisses challenge #15 'perfect blue’ The boys are working on the tree house.
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.
From Good To Bad And Back Again:
There were moments when Angelo couldn’t understand Jono. They got along scarily well for two people with such different backgrounds and Ang understood Jono was depressed. How could he not be? When Jono’s powers had manifested he’d lost the whole lower portion of his face and some of his chest.
It was understandable that he was depressed, but there were days, like now when the sky was that perfect blue and the sun was just that right type of warm, that Ang couldn’t understand how anyone would be sad. Jono managed it though. He probably would’ve stayed holed up in his room, that basement, if he and Ev hadn’t dragged him outside to help finish Artie and Leech’s tree house.
It had been complete, but then Ev had gotten it into his head that they should add a walkway all around it with a fence. He claimed he hadn’t wanted to see the boys fall, Ang suspected more male bonding had been the undertone since Ev had helped in extracting Jono from his hiding hole.
Of course once they’d gotten him outside he’d collapsed onto the ground and let them get to work. Jono just languished there, pale in his indignation. Ang couldn’t help but stare. Jono’s hair was unruly and Ang couldn’t help but think his mother would’ve gone after it with a watered down brush. The black jeans with a plain black t-shirt combined with the black leather of his bandages seemed to make his skin just that much paler. It was not choice Ang understood, but he could appreciate the effect. He could imagine Jono’s eyes, stormy in annoyance as they sought him out. He…Ev thumped him on the arm.
“What?” he demanded with as much startled bravado as he could muster.
Ev watched him a moment before he asked, “Hey, are you two together?”
Ang wet his lips, unprepared for that question. They were, weren’t they? Only Ang had never done ‘together’ with another guy before. Was it the same with guys as it was with girls? Did you get that moment of bragging? Had things changed now that he was a mutant? How were things different or the same now that he was no longer the good looking young man that he’d been? Why had things in his life had to change to drastically?
“I’m cool with it,” Ev continued to break through his silence.
“What would you know?” Ang challenged, not without bitterness. Some days it just wasn’t fair that Ev was so normal. Ev seemed to have that type of childhood that Ang had always assumed had only existed in TV shows. How come Ev had gotten that? What made him so privileged?
Ev shrugged, “I have an aunt who’s gay.”
Ang’s upbringing made him want to deny that word, but then his upbringing would have him reject the word ‘mutant’ as well. Thing had changed so much in such a short period of time. He’d changed, his whole world view had shifted and though he’s not uncomfortable – he’s probably more comfortable with Jono than he’s been with anyone in his life, aside from his mother – it’s still all too much too fast.
Then, just when he’d begun to understand how one could want to hide on such a beautiful day, Jono was there. The grumble in his head was annoyed, ‘Keep those kids away from…’
A kiss to the nose ended the beginning of Jono’s complaint. Ang shoved a hammer into his hand, grinned and told him to get to work, before he laughed and told Ev, “Yes to the question.”
Fandom: X-men and it you want to get technical it’s Generation X
Pairings: Jono/Ang
Rating: Pg-13
Summery: Written for
30_kisses challenge #15 'perfect blue’ The boys are working on the tree house.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.
From Good To Bad And Back Again:
There were moments when Angelo couldn’t understand Jono. They got along scarily well for two people with such different backgrounds and Ang understood Jono was depressed. How could he not be? When Jono’s powers had manifested he’d lost the whole lower portion of his face and some of his chest.
It was understandable that he was depressed, but there were days, like now when the sky was that perfect blue and the sun was just that right type of warm, that Ang couldn’t understand how anyone would be sad. Jono managed it though. He probably would’ve stayed holed up in his room, that basement, if he and Ev hadn’t dragged him outside to help finish Artie and Leech’s tree house.
It had been complete, but then Ev had gotten it into his head that they should add a walkway all around it with a fence. He claimed he hadn’t wanted to see the boys fall, Ang suspected more male bonding had been the undertone since Ev had helped in extracting Jono from his hiding hole.
Of course once they’d gotten him outside he’d collapsed onto the ground and let them get to work. Jono just languished there, pale in his indignation. Ang couldn’t help but stare. Jono’s hair was unruly and Ang couldn’t help but think his mother would’ve gone after it with a watered down brush. The black jeans with a plain black t-shirt combined with the black leather of his bandages seemed to make his skin just that much paler. It was not choice Ang understood, but he could appreciate the effect. He could imagine Jono’s eyes, stormy in annoyance as they sought him out. He…Ev thumped him on the arm.
“What?” he demanded with as much startled bravado as he could muster.
Ev watched him a moment before he asked, “Hey, are you two together?”
Ang wet his lips, unprepared for that question. They were, weren’t they? Only Ang had never done ‘together’ with another guy before. Was it the same with guys as it was with girls? Did you get that moment of bragging? Had things changed now that he was a mutant? How were things different or the same now that he was no longer the good looking young man that he’d been? Why had things in his life had to change to drastically?
“I’m cool with it,” Ev continued to break through his silence.
“What would you know?” Ang challenged, not without bitterness. Some days it just wasn’t fair that Ev was so normal. Ev seemed to have that type of childhood that Ang had always assumed had only existed in TV shows. How come Ev had gotten that? What made him so privileged?
Ev shrugged, “I have an aunt who’s gay.”
Ang’s upbringing made him want to deny that word, but then his upbringing would have him reject the word ‘mutant’ as well. Thing had changed so much in such a short period of time. He’d changed, his whole world view had shifted and though he’s not uncomfortable – he’s probably more comfortable with Jono than he’s been with anyone in his life, aside from his mother – it’s still all too much too fast.
Then, just when he’d begun to understand how one could want to hide on such a beautiful day, Jono was there. The grumble in his head was annoyed, ‘Keep those kids away from…’
A kiss to the nose ended the beginning of Jono’s complaint. Ang shoved a hammer into his hand, grinned and told him to get to work, before he laughed and told Ev, “Yes to the question.”
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