So I decided to finally upload something! Yay me! I'm doing this to try and become a better writer so please review! Just don't be like, "You suck, lol." Like I said I'm trying to improve my writing and your suggestions would be nice. I know this chapter is short, and I'm probably going to try to keep them that way to start with. This is a yaoi fic people, if you don't like it then go away. And last but not least: I'm rating this M for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own X-men, if I did I'd have a lot more money than I do now.

"What's the matter?" Henry McCoy asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over the lab. He looked across the worktable at the blonde, who had entered about ten minutes previously. With a careful wipe of a shaggy, blue hand he moved the Petri dishes he had been fussing over to the side and rested his elbows on the table. Henry regretted asking the question the moment he looked at Bobby. The look of longing on the boys face tugged at his heartstrings harder than anything he could remember.

"I don't know," Bobby Drake said after a long sigh, "I was just bored, figured I'd come down here and see what you were up to." The boy lied. It was something he had gotten used to over the last few months, lying to people and trying to lie to himself.

Henry shook his head briskly, "Bullshit. You NEVER come into the lab to talk to me unless it's something very important. My work bores you, and don't try to tell me otherwise." At this point Bobby was gazing open-mouthed at his companion. "Now, what's the matter?"

Bobby was shocked at the bluntness of Henry's comment, "Ouch, harsh man." He said before continuing the conversation, "Well it's ummm… did you ever feel… empty on the inside?"

"Elaborate for me." Hank said at length.

"Well, like a hollow feeling. Just unhappy. I've just been feeling miserable for the last couple months." Bobby looked down at the floor, which had suddenly become absolutely riveting.

Henry suddenly started laughing "Well it looks like you're growing up, Bobby Drake!"

"Look, I've already had the whole puberty talk with my parents, and that was like eight years ago. I'm 19, You're too late." He frowned, "And I don't really appreciate your laughing."

Henry chuckled softly "Sorry, I guess that was sort of rude of me. Anyway, I don't mean puberty; you're in love Bobby." The Beast removed the glasses he had been wearing, "So, who's the lucky girl?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Ugh," Bobby moaned as he put his head down on the table, "It's that obvious huh?"

"Well that IS basically what love sickness feels like." Henry stood, picked up his tools, and made his way across the room to put them away. "Well, who is it?"

Bobby hopped off the stool, and made his way for the door. "I don't know if I should tell you that, you'll probably try to psycho-analyze me or worse: give me dating tips. And we BOTH don't want that." He opened the door and turned to add, "Thanks for talking to me by the way. I'm feeling much better."

Henry grinned, "Not a problem Bobby; you know my door is always open." He waved to his friend and Bobby returned the favor. "Iceman in love. What is the world coming to?" the man asked with a chuckle after the door closed.

Bobby groaned loudly once he had closed the door, then started making his way toward the kitchen. "That was very stupid of you Drake." He ridiculed himself as he made his way toward the kitchen for a snack. "He'll probably tell everyone to be extra nice around me because I'm all love-sick." He paused his monologue when he noticed a younger student walking toward him, and picked up after the girl was out of earshot. "Then they'll all be like, 'Who is it, Iceman? Who is it?' and it'll probably get out that I'm gay for dudes…"

Bobby turned the corner to find another student giving him an odd look, "Gay for dudes, huh?" the boy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Practicing lines for a play, excuse me." Bobby blushed as he shuffled around the boy and into the kitchen. "Hey Storm, hi Colossus." He greeted the other X-men. "What's up?" Storm glanced over the book she had been reading to glare at Bobby for a moment; warning him not to interrupt her "me time." Bobby strolled toward the fridge to round up some turkey and mayonnaise for a sandwich.

The microwave dinged and Bobby looked up from preparing his sandwich to see Colossus pouring steaming popcorn into a bowl. The larger man looked toward him, "Nightcrawler and I are watching a movie. Would you like to join us Iceman?"

Bobby felt butterflies rise in his stomach at the mention of Nightcrawler. After taking a bite out of the sandwich in an effort to calm himself down he turned toward the Russian, "That depends, What is it?"

Colossus picked up the popcorn and made his way toward Bobby, "A Clockwork Orange. Nightcrawler has never seen it and I told him it was quite good. It is one of your favorites, is it not?"

Bobby smiled, "Yeah it is. I'd love to watch it with you guys." He said as the duo made their way toward the living room. Hell, Bobby thought, you two could be watching One Night in Paris and I would have said yes just to hang out with Nightcrawler for a while. He felt his stomach flutter again and took another bite of the sandwich.

The DVD was still on the menu when they reached the darkened living room and Bobby immediately spotted Nightcrawler sprawled across the couch, with his hands behind his head. He was wearing a tight grey shirt, which clung to his slim frame and showed off every curve of every muscle, with a pair of baggy, beige, cargo shorts. The orange light coming from the television in the dark added an air of mysteriousness to the scene and Bobby felt as if his pants had gotten slightly tighter.

"Guten tag Iceman! Are you watching the movie too?" Nightcrawler asked when he noticed the two.

"Yes, he is." Colossus answered as he sat in the recliner to the side of the coffee table, leaving only the couch for Bobby to sit on. "This in one of his favorites so I invited him."

"Wunderbar!" Nightcrawler exclaimed as he started the movie. "Come, Mein Freund, sit with me." He said, removing his feet from the end of the couch and patting the cushion next to him.

Bobby finished the last of his sandwich and hopped over the couch to settle next to his crush. "If you don't understand any of the movie just ask me about it."

"Why would I not understand, herr Iceman?"

"You'll see." Bobby vaguely stated as the opening credits ended and the film began.

All was silent in the darkened room as Alex began his opening monologue. "There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs…"

The ambience of the film was broken, however, when Nightcrawler leaned close to Bobby, "Vat is a 'droog?'" He asked, a small puff of orange smoke escaping his mouth and dissipating as it drifted onto the side of Bobby's head.

Bobby leaned over to whisper, "It's a term of endearment. Kind of like when you say 'mein freund.'"

"Oh." Nightcrawler breathed softly before adding, "I think I'm going to have some difficulty understanding this movie." He grinned.

"Don't worry about it. Like I said: if you don't understand something just ask me."

The film ended a couple hours later, and as Bobby had expected Nightcrawler asked what was going on numerous times. He attempted to answer every question to the best of his ability, but couldn't cover everything. "So, what did you think of it?" Bobby asked as Singin' in the Rain played over the rolling credits.

"It Vas… interesting." Nightcrawler answered, fixing his eyes on the blonde "I think I should watch it again now that I understand some of ze slang."

"Yeah, some other time we'll watch it again." Bobby was now sitting right next to Nightcrawler and enjoying every second of it. Over the course of the movie he had inched his way closer and the other man didn't seem to mind, since leaning halfway across the couch every time he had a question had gotten kind of annoying. Every so often Bobby would "accidentally" brush up against Nightcrawler's arm or leg and mutter a quick apology before doing it again minutes later.

"Sorry." Bobby said as he brushed his hand against the outside of Nightcrawler's thigh.

"It's all right." Nightcrawler answered with a slight flick of his tail. Colossus snored loudly just then, alerting them to the fact that he had probably been asleep for most of the film. "I'm afraid Colossus isn't very good for watching movies." Nightcrawler said, slightly saddened. "He almost always falls asleep before ze ending."

"Well it is after ten, and he's a pretty active guy…"

"I suppose, but it's nice to be able to talk after ze film, ja?"

"Yeah, that's probably my favorite part about watching something with someone else." Bobby grinned, "Getting to hear their opinion on what happened is usually pretty fun." Bobby felt sufficiently awkward at this point and was considering leaving for his bedroom to avoid making a fool out of himself in front of Nightcrawler.

"Vat is zis song from?" Nightcrawler asked, indicating the credits that were still rolling.

Bobby looked at his companion in disbelief, "You don't know?" Nightcrawler shook his head. "It's from Singin' in the Rain. It's a musical about an actor who falls in love with one of his fans. It's very funny."

"Really? Ze song is catchy, I think I want to see it now." Nightcrawler smiled as he picked up the remote and stopped the DVD.

Bobby felt his stomach flutter for what must have been the hundredth time that night. Before he could stop himself he had blurted out, "We could watch it sometime, I have a copy back in my room." Shit! You idiot! Why would you ask him that?

"Really? You're sure you wouldn't mind?" Nightcrawler asked. Bobby just shook his head, unable to trust his mouth. "Wunderbar. I enjoyed watching zis, we should make it a regular thing."

Bobby nodded vigorously, "Awesome! We can watch it tomorrow if you'd like." He suggested as the two walked out of the room, leaving Colossus snoring in the recliner.

"Tomorrow is good for me, anytime is good for me. I don't leave ze mansion very often." Nightcrawler answered.

"Okay, it's a date then. I'll see you later." Bobby said as he turned down the corridor that led to his room.

"Guten nacht, Iceman."

"You are such an idiot, Bobby Drake!" The boy scolded himself as he flopped onto his bed. "Lets start hanging out with the dude you totally wanna bone, great idea moron!" The lights were already off and he was now scuttling under the blankets to try and get some sleep. "I don't even have a copy of Singin' in the Rain" He huffed, "Whatever, I'll just have to see if anyone else does." He tossed around for a few more minutes before finally settling into a fitful sleep.