"Show Me The Money!" (X-Men; Bobby/Hank; R; #309: Show Me The Money)

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Working Title: "Show Me The Money!"
Author: Pirate Turner
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Bobby/Hank
Rating: R
Challenge: #309: Show Me The Money
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Disney and Marvel comics, not me.

"Rrroberrt, dearrrest?" Hank purred invitingly. Bobby looked over his shoulder from raiding the fridge to find his love standing on the table in a most provocative pose. His jaw slackened, almost dropping wide open, and then it did fall open and his brown eyes bugged as Hank began to gyrate his furry, blue hips at him and pound a rhythm on the ceiling with his massive hands.

Bobby's mind flashed back to their date earlier that night. They had gone with a couple of friends to the local gay bar, and though they had all enjoyed the entertainment, Hank had pointed out quite audibly that, though they had men dressed as almost every character imaginable, they were, sadly, missing a Beast. Clearly, his beloved thought to rectify that mistake at last. Heat swept through Bobby as he watched his beloved's seductive dance. He was glad that Hank had kept his show just for giving to him after they'd gotten home, and even gladder that they'd arrived home to find the rest of the team gone on a mission.

"Show me the money!" Hank called out the same phrase the dancers had used earlier. His fangs flashing playfully. His hips shook even more, and his yellow claws began to edge his blue shorts down over his furry hips.

Bobby shut the refrigerator door and jumped onto the table to join him. His arms wrapped around him, and he began to dance with him, sliding his body close against his. "How about I show you something far better?" he queried. As he gyrated with Hank, his hands running up and down his love's soft, blue fur, Bobby turned his lower regions to ice and grew, giving the rising bulk in his jeans several more inches.

Hank's tongue ran over his blue lips and protruding fangs. He pulled Bobby even closer; his furry sword met his blade of ice. Shivers raced through both of them not just from the cold but of heat and excitement that threatened to take them higher than they'd ever flown before in all their lives. Hank's blue eyes glittered up into his, and Bobby swore that they were more beautiful than all the stars in the evening sky. "I have always believed such an endowment, my darrrling," Hank purred, "to be farrr better than any monetarrry endowment." Hank kissed him. Bobby's ice blade melted and tangoed with Hank's.

The End