El Scorcho (twbasketcase) wrote,
El Scorcho

FIC: No One Will Find Out, Trust Me - Full Version

Title: No One Will Find Out, Trust Me (Full Version)
Category: X-Men: Evolution
Characters/Pairings: Lance, Pietro/Lietro
Rated: NC-17
Genre: PWP, crack
Disclaimer: I do not own them, unfortunately, or else there would be boy secks always.
A/N: Posted for the first time in its entirety (not on DA, or ff.net). So enjoy! :)

Pietro shifted on the end of the couch and glared at the wall. He was pretty sure the clock was not moving. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, it was going backwards. He shifted again, turned his head and stared at the living room’s only other occupant.

“Will you sit down? You fail at this game and I’m not watching it anymore!” the speed demon huffed and folded his arms. “God when is it going to be one o’clock?”

“Shut up already!” Lance’s voice echoed distractedly as he continued to play his game.

Pietro glared and shifted again. “I can’t sit here any longer!”

“Then go for a run,” Lance suggested as he jumped around looking like a rabbit on crack.

“Can you please switch the song?” Pietro complained again, ignoring Lance’s comment. “Face it, you can’t beat Cyndi Lauper on expert! It’s not going to happen!”

“Yes it is!” Lance yelled determinedly. “I’ve got this!”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “You can keep trying but you’ll fail. I have the high score and not even Todd can beat me! You won’t either.”

Lance glowered and missed the back step. “Shut up! You’re distracting me!”

“Then take me out of here!” Pietro whined childishly.

Lance rolled his eyes. “Just wait.”



“You’re going to lose,” the speed demon teased as Lance teetered on his feet.

“Why don’t you--” Lance cursed as his foot slid and he found himself off the console and on the floor. Pietro only smirked down at him from his spot on the couch.

“The only person you’ll ever beat at Dance Dance Revolution is Fred. And my dad could probably do that with his stupid helmet even blocking his view.” Pietro folded his arms and grinned.

“You screwed me up!” Lance huffed and peeled himself from the floor. “And you cheat! You use your powers!”

Pietro rolled his eyes. “I don’t need my powers to beat you or anyone else. But you can’t even beat Cyndi Lauper and that’s an easy song!” Lance stood on his feet and just glared at him. Pietro smirked. “Can we go now?”

Lance tsked. “Patience is a virtue, you know. Besides, you just had to go insulting me, so why the hell should I even do anything for you now?”

“Because!” Pietro bellowed. “I can’t sit in this smelly house any longer! It’s making my hair staticky! And I’m hungry! God, Lance do something right!”

“Do you two idiots ever shut up!?” a loud, feminine voice sounded from the doorway of the living room. Pietro turned around on the couch and looked at his sister; Wanda had her arms folded and an irritated glare on her face. “You sound like an old married couple!”

Pietro smirked and looked at Lance who only paled. The speed demon turned back around and stared at Wanda. “And don’t you have anything better to do than listen to me?”

“I wish I could get around that,” she spat. “Unfortunately you make it a habit of ruining my life.”

He grinned. “Well, that’s a step up from last week.” She rolled her eyes and turned on her heel to walk away. Pietro scrunched up his face. “Are you leaving soon?”

She turned. “Why?”

“Just wondering!” he casually replied.

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for that slimy idiot and I’m gone.”

Lance snorted from behind Pietro. “You’re actually going out in public with him?”

Wanda scowled and glared at him, a tiny spark of blue appearing at her fingertips. “If I have to be around that many people, I may as well have fun and throw him in traffic a bit.”

“Aw, that’s so romantic,” Pietro teased, and quickly jumped from the couch to avoid a hex bolt. “Although I’d advise you never reproduce together because not only would they have a bad attitude, but they’d smell and look green.”

“Pietro!” the witch shrieked and threw another hex at him. Pietro, again, was too quick and buzzed out of the way in time for the bolt to hit the TV. The appliance buzzed to life and began rapidly flipping channels. Lance groaned at the loss of his game.

“Will you two knock it off!” he glared and sent a small tremor through the building.

Wanda didn’t back off. “You can’t beat Cyndi Lauper! Get over it!”

“I can too!” he frowned.

Pietro just rolled his eyes. “You’re so sensitive.”

Wanda just threw her hands up in the air. “I’m outta here.”

“Bye!” Pietro grinned happily, and nearly giggled when he caught Todd bounding out the door behind her excitedly. The speed demon turned to Lance. “Well then, they’re finally gone.”

“Where’s Fred?” Lance asked with a slight grumble in his tone.

“Where else? Shoving his face somewhere that costs more money than I’d like to think about,” Pietro shuddered involuntarily, and then straightened his body so he was standing his full height. “And I’m hungry! Feed me already, dammit!”

“Why should I? You called me sensitive,” Lance glared.

“Aw, I’m sorry! Did I bruise your man ego?” Pietro scoffed and picked up a key from the coffee table. “Jeep! Now! Food!”

Lance grabbed the small piece of silver and sighed. “I don’t even know why I bother.”

“I do!” Pietro chirped happily and shoved him toward the door. “But don’t worry, I can’t resist myself either!”

The rock tumbler just rolled his eyes and huffed before stomping out the door in that irritating way he always did. Pietro smirked; he was rather pleased with himself. Although he did have to wonder why it took Lance so damn long to get a move on; he really needed to never play Dance Dance Revolution again because he failed at life when he did. Pietro smoothed back his hair and ran full speed out the door and into the waiting vehicle.

“Soooo…” the silver haired teen lulled. “Where you taking me?”

“To the highway, I heard there’s some good road kill out there,” he snapped.

“Oh stop being so moody,” Pietro rolled his eyes and popped open the glove compartment as Lance sped out the driveway and onto the road. The speed demon rummaged around until he found an old, wrinkly yellow bag. “Oh! Candy!”

“No!” Lance yelled. “I told you I’d feed you, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting you have candy! I’m not chasing you around again.”

Pietro grinned happily and unrolled the already opened package. Sour Patch Kids. He frowned at the old looking candy. “But that was so much fun though.”

Lance glowered. “Yeah says you. I got hit by a bike.”

Pietro snorted and dug his fingers into the bag; the candies were practically stones they were so hard. He frowned and plucked out a red one to inspect it. “It’s your fault for not watching where you were going.”

“You sped by him so fast he flew at me!” Lance protested. “Even the fire hydrant was ripped out of place!”

Pietro turned in the seat and smiled sweetly at him. “Peace offering?” he held up the stale, rock hard candy in the air.

Lance shrugged and opened his mouth as he kept his eyes on the road. Pietro moved his fingers to the older boy's mouth and placed the candy on his tongue, and casually drew his fingers down the boy’s lip. Lance gave him a look before gagging. “Pietro!”

The speed demon laughed. “What?”

“That tastes like freaking death!” he spat the candy out the window and wiped violently at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Where did you even find those?”

Pietro eyed the still open glove compartment -- which was also filled with mounds of old garbage and random car-fixer-upper-things. “Um, my pocket?”

Lance glared at him and turned the car angrily into a parking lot. “You’re a dick.”

“Well if that’s the case I hardly see why that’s a bad thing,” he lulled playfully. “Besides, I was just trying to be nice and you should appreciate that! It takes a lot for me to do that, you know! God.”

Lance huffed and parked the jeep. “I’m running inside to use the washroom; do you want food from here or no?”

Pietro eyed the sign; some burger place. “Yeah sure, whatever, just make sure you get me some ice cream! This heat’s killing me! My complexion can’t handle this crap!”

Lance clenched his teeth. “Fine.”

Pietro smiled. “And sprinkles?”


“And get it to go?” he asked again.

Lance stared at him. “Like I’d try to force you to eat at dirty tables.”

Pietro scrunched up his face. “Ew, you know they don’t clean them! And the trays always have ketchup stains and finger prints! And people always leave money on the tables, and do youevenknowhowfreakingdirtythatis?!”

Lance’s eyes widened at the sudden outburst. “Okay! I won’t make you eat in there!”

Pietro smiled. “We can have a picnic instead!”

Lance’s face fell. “A picnic.”


The rock tumbler sighed irritably. “Why the hell would you…wh-…argh, never mind. I’ll be right back.”

Pietro watched his back as he walked into the restaurant; he had so much fun annoying him. It really did make his day. Lance would get that look on his face where his top lip would twitch just a little on the right side, and his left eye would narrow at him. It was so ridiculously cute that Pietro couldn’t even handle it ever. And deep down inside he knew Lance liked it just as much; he wouldn’t go around doing things for him if he didn’t.

The speed demon shifted impatiently in his seat and flipped down the visor in front of him. Hair was perfect -- like always, and his teeth looked fantastic. He shot himself a few smiles before bolting out of the car and quickly into the restaurant. Pietro pivoted on one foot and took a corner, circled the dining room until he reached the men’s bathroom. As soon as he got inside, all the paper towels flew off the shelves and dispensers, covering Lance with them.

“What the hell are you doing now?!” he snapped as he slapped away at the offending pieces of garbage.

“I’m bored, I wanna have fun,” Pietro stated and shoved Lance toward a bathroom stall.

“Wha’--” Lance’s face looked panic stricken as Pietro locked the door behind them. “Fun?! HERE?!”

“Duh,” Pietro rolled his eyes and threw his arms around his neck. “Relax, have I ever been wrong about this stuff? No. God, Lance lighten up and listen to me more often. Jeez.”

“Pietro! We’re in public!” Lance’s voice cracked.

“Relax! No one will find out! I swear!”

Lance stared at Pietro through his bangs, as the speed demon threw his arms around his neck. “Just relax! I know it’s hard to when someone this beautiful is throwing himself at you, but I promise it’ll be fantastic!”

Lance’s cheeks burned. “But…”

“Oh shut up,” Pietro scoffed before finally pressing his lips against the older teen’s. Lance’s eyes popped open in shock, and he stared at the pale cheeks until Pietro pulled away. “Is your brain broken? God when someone kisses you, you should kiss them back!” the speed demon rolled his eyes.

Lance just glared right back at him and fisted the front of the boy’s shirt, pulling him closer into a bruising kiss. Pietro was right about one thing, it was damn hard to resist when a guy that good looking was all over him. The rock tumbler pushed his tongue through his lips and demanded entry into Pietro’s mouth, something the younger teen gladly accepted.

Confident hands made their way all over Lance’s body; the rock tumbler could feel Pietro’s caress over his shoulders, across his chest, along his sides, and down his stomach -- hands moved so fast that Lance felt them everywhere at once, something that was a definite upside of Pietro’s powers. The rock tumbler pushed Pietro forward, causing the two boys to back into the wall of the stall, leaving the speed demon sandwiched between Lance and the cool metal.

“Hmmm, see I knew you wanted a piece,” Pietro moaned and threw his hands up Lance’s shirt to feel the hot flesh there. “You never hold out too long.”

The older teen just rolled his eyes and trailed quick, wet kisses along Pietro’s jaw line, and down the length of the soft, pale flesh of his neck. Lance’s tongue lazily slid across the skin, making it a point to pause on the boy’s pounding pulse point; the rock tumbler wrapped his lips around the sensitive area, reveling in the feel of the blood racing there as Pietro’s heart rate sped up. The hard sucking earned him a low, guttural moan from Pietro, who was slowly working on getting Lance’s belt open. The rock tumbler nipped lightly at the flesh with his teeth, and pulled away to admire the mark.

The speed demon must not have enjoyed the lack of contact for long though; with one hand pulling the belt free, the other hand circled around the crook of Lance’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. The rock tumbler groaned against Pietro’s lips. “Oh shit, Pie…”

Pietro didn’t say a word; instead, he sucked Lance’s bottom lip between his own and nibbled on it hungrily as he tore open the zipper to the rock tumbler’s cargo pants. Lance couldn’t help but arch his back toward Pietro at the feeling of being free from the constriction of his clothes. He wasn’t even sure when he’d gotten so damn hard, but now that the throbbing erection was freed it was painfully obvious.

Lance shivered at the feel of Pietro’s cool fingers slipping under the waist band of his boxers as they traced along the skin of his stomach. He took a step back -- unable to keep himself standing without leaning on anything -- and pulled Pietro with him to the other side of the stall. Now that the speed demon was free from the confines of the wall and Lance, he was able to maneuver himself in front of the rock tumbler a lot easier.

With the quickness only he was famous for, Pietro swiftly pulled down Lance’s pants and shorts so that they were wrapped loosely around his knees. The rock tumbler could only watch the younger boy through heavy lidded eyes; why did he have to be so damn sexy? And why did he have to be so damn good at making him feel so aroused? Sometimes he wanted to deck the brat for being so damn skilled at it, but he couldn’t find it in his heart to even want to harm a damn hair on his head when they were like that together. Pietro was different when they were alone, and that was the Pietro Lance was just so fucking addicted to.

The rock tumbler reached high above his head and curled his hands around the top walls of the stall to steady himself as Pietro wrapped a firm hand tightly around his cock. A long hiss escaped his lips at the contact, and he couldn’t help but toss his head back in pleasure. Pietro pumped the throbbing erection only a few times before wrapping his hungry mouth around it. Lance’s eyes rolled back, and he had to force himself to keep his powers under control. It really occurred to him right then that anyone could just walk in the door at any moment and catch them in the act. The only thing separating them from the public was the flimsy metal of the latch-lock door.

“Pietro…” Lance panted. “Maybe this isn’t…”

Lance dared to look down; Pietro’s sapphire eyes were pooling darkly with lust, and his eyebrow rose in challenge. He slipped the head of the cock out of his mouth. “You scared, Lance?”

He could only shake his head weakly. “No…” he croaked.

Pietro’s top lip twitched slightly as he smirked, and then dipped his head to take the flesh surrounding Lance’s balls in his mouth. Slowly and carefully he rolled it between his lips, never taking his eyes off of Lance. Twice he kissed it, leaving a lazy trail around the sack, and back up Lance’s thigh with his tongue. “Then what’s your problem?” he breathed.

“We’re…” Lance swallowed hard, and shook his increasingly sweaty hair from his face. “Someone could…”

Pietro’s eyebrow perked up in challenge again, and the rock tumbler stared in total bewilderment as the downy haired teen not only wrapped his mouth around Lance’s cock, but reached down his own pants to free his own erection. Lance’s breath hitched in his throat, and he knew he was at the speed demon’s damn mercy. Pietro shamelessly stroked his cock while simultaneously pleasuring Lance. The dark haired teen was pretty sure he’d never seen something so fucking hot in his whole life.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, and arched his back forward. It didn’t matter any more how risky it was, Lance knew he wasn’t going anywhere. Not with Pietro on his knees in front of him, cock in hand jerking off while he sucked his dick. The rock tumbler lowered one hand from the top of the stall and easily fisted a handful of silver hair. “Oh god, Pietro…”

“Hmmm,” Pietro hummed, sending a vibrating jolt down the length of Lance’s cock. The rock tumbler bucked his hips violently at the feel; and the same sensation came again and again as Pietro continued to moan -- pumping himself at an insane speed. His tongue lapped tauntingly and precisely around the underside of Lance’s head, flickering and stroking. The rock tumbler couldn’t keep his eyes off the other mutant; good God was Pietro ever gorgeous

Lance curled his toes uncomfortably in the confines of his shoes, and clenched every muscle he had in an attempt to just last a little bit longer; wet lips sucked and kissed him, traveling nearly all the way down to the base of his erection and back up again to suckle on the tip of his head, sending explosions of sensation all through Lance’s body. His eyes struggled so hard to focus on the speed demon, who’s hands were beginning to tremble as he neared his own climax. And as soon as Lance picked up on Pietro gripping himself tighter, and moaning louder around him…he couldn’t hold back anymore. It was too fucking arousing…so hot…so…

“Oh fuck!” Lance cried, and had to throw an arm out to steady himself. “God! Oh my…fuck, aw Pietro…”

Pietro tightened his mouth around the pulsating erection and took Lance’s load in his mouth. He only had to pump himself a few more times before he too climaxed; tilting his head up to stare at his dark haired boyfriend as he did so.

Lance shook his head and waited for the array of colors in his sight to go away; he couldn’t even see straight it’d felt so damn good. The rock tumbler swayed unsteadily on his feet. “Holy shit…”

Pietro took a few seconds to compose himself before standing again. That evil smirk had returned to his face. “That’s what I thought, baby!”

Lance rolled his eyes, and tried to catch his breath. “Do you even realize what you just did? We’re in public! We…”

Pietro adjusted his pants and redressed himself. “We weren’t complaining, now were we?”

Lance’s jaw dropped as he panted and he shook his head. “No, but…”

Pietro cocked his head to the side, as voices were heard just outside the bathroom door. Lance scrambled to get his pants back up, and Pietro just smirked. “Good! I’m glad you had a good time, I’ll be in the jeep!” he gave Lance a quick, sloppy kiss. “And don’t forget my ice cream!”

And in a flash Pietro was out the door, leaving Lance alone and shocked in the bathroom stall. He slammed the door shut and locked it, keeping himself out of view of his present company.

“What on Earth was that?” one deep voice was heard.

“I don’t know, must’ve just been the wind,” his male companion replied.

Lance clenched his jaw and cursed under his breath. “That fucking asshole…”

“I cannot believe you did that,” Lance grumbled as they walked across the grass of Bayville Park with their food in their arms. Lance’s face was flushed tomato red, but Pietro was happy. He had ice cream!

“Settle down,” Quicksilver rolled his eyes. “You weren’t complaining.”

“You do realize there were germs in there?!”

Pietro let a sick smile cross his face. “Lance germs.”

“Shut the hell up,” Lance clutched his fists angrily around his take out bag. “First that, now a freaking picnic. You are so weird.”

“I am not,” Pietro scoffed and sat down happily in the grass with his ice cream. “No one is going to find out, so just shut up and eat your man burger and be happy for once in your life.”

Lance sighed and eyed his triple patty bacon cheeseburger. “I don’t think I’m hungry anymore.”

“Of course you are!” Pietro waved him off and shoveled a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. “You’re always hungry after a work out!”

“PIETRO!” Lance hissed and eyed the people walking by them. “Don’t say that out loud!”

“What are you so ashamed of?” Pietro scoffed. “God you act as though there are X-Dorks hanging around in the bushes and spying on you.”

Lance paled at that. “There could be!”

Pietro grabbed Lance’s bag and took out all the food and placed it in front of the rock tumbler at top speed. Lance tried to watch him, but just looked dizzy as he did so. The speed demon grinned and then stole some fries. “You’re so paranoid, it’s weird. You need to calm down and trust me. I know these things, okay?”

“You’re like the poster boy for bad ideas! I know this is going to turn around and bite me in the ass!” Lance panicked.

“Pfft,” Pietro waved him off. “Trust me.”

The rock tumbler shoved the rest of the fries at Pietro and took a bunch of bites out of his burger. He did not look like he was enjoying it, rather, only as though he was trying to get rid of it. “There you happy?” he spat with a mouth full of food.

Pietro sighed. “Fine. We can go; at least you tried to have a picnic.”

Lance gave him a pleading look. “Sorry.”

Pietro smiled at him. “No problem, the house is empty! We can…”

“NO!” Lance shouted. “Don’t say anything else!”

“Fine,” Pietro stood from his spot and started walking backwards toward the line of trees and back to the jeep. “I’ll just have dirty thoughts about it then! I’ll think about it all the way home! It will be delicious! And sexy fun! And I…”

“Pietro! Watch out!” Lance had a horrified look on his face.

Pietro perked an eyebrow and turned around, but it was too late.

Lance felt like puking. Or running. Or passing out. Or something. Whatever it was he felt like doing though, didn’t make a damn difference because his body wasn’t doing anything but standing there looking like a total idiot as Pietro laid unconscious on the grass.

Rogue had just walked over the hill and out from behind a tree when Pietro had backed into her. And he touched her. And he was on the ground.

And he was thinking dirty thoughts

Lance’s grabbed at his hair frantically and stared at the Goth girl, who was giving him a weird look. “Can’t you watch where you’re going?!” he squeaked.

“Ah did! It was yoah perverted boyfriend who didn’t!” she spoke at a fast speed.

Lance smacked himself in the forehead as he felt his cheeks burn. “He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Right…” she bit her lip and began inching away from Pietro. She had a suspicious look on her face, and Lance knew right then and there that Pietro was going to die that night -- because he was going to freaking kill him.

“He was just being…I swear!” Lance’s voice cracked.

Rogue just nodded, and inched further away. “Right….”

“GAH!” Lance screamed and ran at Pietro and picked him up roughly by the shirt. “You idiot!”

The speed demon’s eyelashes fluttered open. “Oh my god…did I drop my ice cream?”

Lance growled. “I hate you!”

“No you don’t!” Pietro and Rogue simultaneously replied.

Lance twitched, and clenched his fists. “Go away!”

Rogue’s eyebrows rose and she raised her hands in defense. “Fahne with meh! Ah’m sure y’all wanna be left alone anyway!”

“Rogue, it’s not…” Lance started, but she was already walking away. He glowered and stared down at Pietro.

“Well, she does have a point…” he grinned lazily.

Lance dropped him back down to the grass and began stalking back to the jeep. “Why me? Dear God someone shoot me.”

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