Have You Tried Not Being Gay?

Summary: It's been one year since Bobby's parents accepted him for being a mutant. Now, he's got another thing to confess to them. Iceman/Pyro. Post X3

Disclaimer: It's pretty obvious that I don't own X-men.

Sorry it took so long for me to update. I had the third chapter planned out but not this one, so it took me a little longer than expected. Also, I've been working on four different Bobby/John fics at the same time, so it's getting a little hectic. I should be posting some of those soon if you're interested.

Sorry if I used to many page breaks. Tell me what you think about this chapter. I would not survive if it wasn't for reviews.

Chapter 2: Hard to Convince

Light poured into their room through the window and birds chirped from outside. Bobby yawned and stretched, careful not to disturb the boy who was resting his head on his chest.

Mrs. Drake had laid out a sleeping bag next to Bobby's bed for John on the floor, but it had gone unused.

Bobby sighed contently and softly stroked John's cheek.

"Wake up, John," he whispered. John grunted and gripped him tighter, being stubborn as always. "John," he said a little louder.

"Five more minutes…" he mumbled sleepily. Bobby chuckled. He loved this side of John. He was just like a little kid.

Bobby kissed John's forehead before lifting up one of his arms that had been wrapped around him and slipping out of bed.

"Fine," he said, smiling. He left the room once he heard John's breathing even out once more.

He peeked into the kitchen. Both of his parents were sitting at the table drinking coffee in silence. It looked like they had both been arguing about something.

"Morning, mom. Dad," he said, sitting down next to them.

"Good morning Bobby," his mom said. Mr. Drake didn't reply. "Where's John?" Bobby chuckled.

"He's not much of an early bird," he said. "I'll wake him up in a little while."

"Good," Mr. Drake said, speaking up for the first time. "We have something to discuss with you."

"Will, please," Mrs. Drake sighed exasperatedly.

"Madeline, I am only thinking of his best interests," he argued. "There are plenty of girls out there that I'm sure that Bobby would be happy with-"

"That's where you're wrong, dad," Bobby said. "I will never be happy without John again. I know that now."

"Son, not only is he another boy, but he could possibly be the worst boy to associate yourself with. He was at Alcatraz too, wasn't he? That boy is a terrorist." He was yelling now.

"William, lower your voice. You might wake him up!" Mrs. Drake hissed.

"John came back to our side of his own free will. He's paid for his mistakes," Bobby yelled back.

"That's no excuse for killing all those people!" his father screamed.

"John has gone through things you can't even imagine, dad. Humans treated him like shit all his life and you're no different. Still, he's realized that not all humans are like that. He wants to leave behind all the things that happened in the past, so why don't you let him?"

"You could've been happy, but you chose him over the girl you had, and for what? Sex?!" Bobby glowered at his father for making such an accusation and stood up from the table.

"The girl I had? Let me tell you something about Rogue, dad. She dumped me. She was a control freak. I didn't love her, but I was devastated when she broke up with me. When John came back, I tried to help him fit in again. She got fed up with me spending so much time with John and not enough with her. She forced me to choose between them. I choose him. It was a good decision too, because a week later I found out she had been cheating on me with Remy.

"Every girlfriend I've had has treated me like shit. Now, for the first time, I found someone that loves me and you don't approve of them. Fucking typical." He shook his head and dashed out of the room, unable to stand arguing with them any longer.

Bobby peeked into their room expecting to see John snoring again, but he wasn't. He was sitting on their bed, staring into space with nothing to do since his lighter was taken away. Bobby closed the door quietly and trudged over to him.

Bobby knew right away he had heard them. The look on his face told him so. He sighed and kissed his cheek. There was no need for words as he slid in next to him. John wrapped his arms around him, and all of a sudden things felt alright.

Bobby's parents were unusually quiet after that, thinking that John hadn't heard them. He hadn't; not really. John had just heard yelling, and he wasn't sure of what they were saying. Bobby told him that it was probably better that way.

They finally got out of their room when John complained for the eighth time that he was hungry. Bobby swallowed his fear and led John through the door, holding his hand protectively all the way.

His father was nowhere to be found, probably musing in his room. At least they were safe for now. His mother was placing a stack of pancakes on the table when they came in. John beamed at the food, his stomach growling.

"Good morning, Mrs. Drake," he said politely, grabbing a plate.

He was good at acting like nothing was wrong. He had enough practice when he was a kid, listening to his parents screaming at each other when he was supposed to be asleep.

"Morning, dear," she replied. There was a hint of pity in her smile. John didn't like pity. He tried to ignore it for now.

Bobby got the syrup and sat down next to John, pouring it over his boyfriend's plate before dousing his own. John shoveled the food in his mouth like an animal, before glancing at Bobby's mom and remembering that he was trying to impress her. He slowed down a little bit.

"We have to wait on Ronny to wake up before we do anything today. You and John can hang out until then," Mrs. Drake said. Bobby smiled and looked at John, who was stuffing his last bite into his mouth. Bobby eyed John.

"I know what we can do," he said, smirking.

"I am so kicking your ass!" John laughed. Bobby bit his lip in concentration, staring intently at the TV screen. He had to admit, John was better than he expected at playing video games.

"Not if I have a say in it." Bobby grinned. Somehow having John with him made him happy and carefree. Nothing existed but here and now when he was with him. Both of them had forgotten about the stress of that morning.

The words "GAME OVER" flashed on the screen, and John raised his hands up in the air in victory.

"Damn!" Bobby pouted.

"Ha! I win!" John exclaimed. "Now where's my prize?" he asked, seductively. Bobby leaned closer to him.

"Right here." He pressed their lips together. The kiss went slow at first, but just as it started to heat up, the door swung open. They instantly broke apart.

John quickly jumped away from Bobby. Ronny stood in the doorway looking uncomfortable about the situation he walked in on.

"Um… mom said to come get you guys," he said nervously. "Should I leave? I don't want to interrupt anything…"

"No, that's okay," John said. "I've got to go to the bathroom, anyway." He gave Bobby a knowing look before walking to the bathroom. Ronny stared after him.

"I don't get why you… like him," he said quietly.

"John's really alright once you get to know him," Bobby assured his brother. "He was there for me when no one else was." Ronny shook his head.

"Still, how can you think of him as any more than a friend? He's a guy." He searched his brother's eyes for something to make him understand.

"Just like you would fall in love with a girl; I feel happy when I'm with him," Bobby said simply. "I'm in love with him." Ronny crossed his arms and nodded. He still wasn't convinced.