Practice makes perfect

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT—PART 2 (NC-17)

 

A/N Oy. I’m just all
about slash this morning. ((sigh)) Sister Immaculate’s head would spin if she
knew. Thanks to Foxfeather for reading
this and keeping Kurt coherent!

Standard disclaimers apply.

 

 

 

“So….?”

“Was?”

“SO?”

“Scott,
saying it louder won’t make me understand what you’re getting at…”

“How was
The Kiss, man? You, Kitty,
moonlight…c’mon-spill it!” Scott
propped his feet up on the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, regarding
Kurt with an almost superior expression on his face.

“Man, I
don’t want to ruin it by talking about it!”
Kurt flung a pillow at his friend and flopped back on the bed. “If I talk about it, it’ll make it less.”

Scott,
having caught the pillow quite easily, flung it back and said, “That good,
huh?”

“You have no
idea!” The comment hung in the air
between them and Scott knew what was coming.
Kurt opened one eye, looked at his friend and said, “I guess that
practicing helped.”

Scott
tensed, still not quite sure what to think about the make out session he had
with Kurt the weekend before. Both
liked it—Hell, if I’m being honest, I loved it!—and Kitty seemed to be
cool with what was happening, but Scott could not stop feeling a little
guilty. I’m not supposed tke
ke
kissing guys, damn it! “Er, um,
yeah…”

Kurt, both
eyes open now and propped on his elbows, regarded Scott carefully. After an uncomfortable silence, he asked “Do
you want me to leave?”

“What?”

“This is
the first time we’ve been alone in the same room together since last weekend
and you’re all…twitchy. Do you want me
to leave?”

Great—he
could give Kitty lessons in guilt trips!
“No, I’m just…dunno…still processing, I think.”

“Not that
it wasn’t great, it was just kissing, mein Freund.”

There was a
tiny shift in reasoning somewhere behind Scott’s left eye. He heard the words coming out of his mouth
before he could stop them: “Just kissing?
That’s all it was to you? Just kissing and jerking off?”

Kurt rolled
to his feet and gave Scott the same look one would give a simple child,
confused over basic principles.
“Ja…what was it to you?”

Scott
wished he could suck his words back into his mouth but settled for shaking his
head. “Never mind, man…forget it…” He knew that he was bright red and wished
like Hell he had Kurt’s powers so he could ‘port away.

Kurt was
not about to let him off the hook easily, though. “Nein, you felt more, didn’t you?”

Knowing
that he was not about to get away, Scott rose to his full height, taller by at
least six inches than Kurt, and began pacing.
“Look, man, I am madly, passionately, desperately in love with Jean
Gray. I would lay naked on a bed of
broken glass and let her walk all over me if that’s what it took to prove it to
her.” Pausing, Scott hung his head. “But, for some reason, I find myself
thinking of you in, um, not-so-friend-like ways.”

Yowza. “Um, that’s not so bad, you know. I mean, it’s normal to have affectionate
feelings for friends of the same gender…”
He advanced a little, pausing just out of arm’s reach, and added, “If it
will help take your mind off of things, I could fill you in on The Kiss.”

Scott was
tempted but afraid to meet his friend’s eyes.
He turned but kept his gaze locked somewhere around Kurt’s left
ear. “Oh? I thought you didn’t want to ruin it by talking about it…”

Kurt smiled
then, something Scott could see even from his averted gaze. “I didn’t say I’d tell you about it. Just fill you in.” Scott’s eyes shifted at the same time Kurt moved, seizing the
older teenager by the wrist and dragging him close. “I rather liked kissing you, too…in fact, I’d love to do it
again.”

“Kitty…”

“Knows. She doesn’t mind, really. Says she thinks about us doing that from
time to time herself…We had a long talk the other day.”

“Don’t you
love her?” Scott closed his eyes,
unable to stand the intensity of Kurt’s gaze one moment longer.

“Doch[1]!” He sounded taken aback. “Like you said, madly passionately
deeply. I would go to Hell and back on
my knees just to have her close to me, but Scott….this isn’t about love. Not what we’re doing.”

“And what
are we doing?”

“This…” Kurt pushed himself onto his toes and landed
a kiss at the corner of Scott’s mouth.
Surprised, Scott reacted on instinct and turned his head to catch Kurt’s
mouth again and pressed a firm, full kiss on the lips to his friend. It only lasted a moment and the two broke
away. “See? Not so bad, Scott.”

“I didn’t
mean to do that!”

“Yes, you
did. Otherwise you wouldn’t have done
it!” Kurt stepped back a pace, though,
to let his friend have some breathing room.
“If it helps, don’t think of this in terms of , um….two guys making
out.” Kurt edited his first word choice
of homoeroticism out of respect for Scott’s jittery nature.

“Oh? How should I think about it, then?”

“Think of
it as a pressure valve. We both have
pent up sexual frustration, we both need to release it. And rather than tossing off in the shower,
we’re…ah…improving our skills by practicing on each other.” Kurt seemed pleased with his explanation. His self-satisfied expression made Scott
snort, then snicker. “Nun[2]?”

“Nothing…you’re
funny.”

“The ladies
like funny…” Kurt shrugged laconically
and moved to sit on Scott’s bed. “So?”

“So what?”

“Don’t
start that again!”[3] Kurt flipped his tail in
mock-irritation. “Do you want to know
how the kiss went or not?”

Scott felt
temptation too strong to fight. He took two steps and was on the bed, laying
beside Kurt. He felt suddenly shy and
hated it, so used to be in control.
“Well, you going to show me or not?”

“My, aren’t
we in a hurry…” Kurt chuckled. “Well, we were in the kitchen and she was
saying something about going home for Chanukah. I just couldn’t stop staring at her mouth, though…” Kurt paused to sigh and Scott nodded in
sympathy. He had often found himself ignoring whatever Jean was saying, so
fixated was he on her lips. “She
finally noticed that I wasn’t listening and asked me what was wrong. Well, I couldn’t very well tell her that I
was thinking quite inappropriate thoughts about where to use the whipped cream,
now could I?”

“Humpf. Guess not…So did you kiss her then?”

“Patience,
Grasshopper…[4] So anyway, all I could manage to say was
‘Katzchen’ and she got this…this look on her face. Mein Gott, it was like she looks at me in my
best dreams!” Kurt sighed happily, lost
in his memory. “Then, the most
wonderful thing happened.”

“Yeeeessss….?”

“She did
this…” Kurt leaned towards Scott and
seized his chin between tridactyl fingers.
Scott did not flinch but rather moved into the kiss, accepting the dry,
firm pressure of Kurt’s mouth on his.
Letting his hand splay against Kurt’s hip, Scott opened to the kiss,
Kurt’s tongue brushing against his sending shivers down the older mutant’s
spine.

Breaking
away for a breath, Scott asked “What else did she do?”

“Nope—saving
that bit for myself…But I’ll show you what I’d like to do…” Kurt kissed him again, drawing on Scott’s
lower lip and nipping with pointed teeth the soft flesh found there. Scott groaned and tightened his hand on
Kurt’s hip, making his friend sigh. The
kiss was quickly becoming something wet and frantic as the boys fought for
dominance, each one sucking and licking the other’s tongue in turn. Scott finally thrust his tongue deep into
Kurt’s mouth, sweeping it across the roof of his friend’s mouth, making Kurt
moan. Taking the opportunity, Scott
nudged Kurt onto his back and let the hand on his friend’s hip move around to
the obvious bulge in the front of his pants.
“Oh, ja…” Scott squeezed Kurt
then, making the smaller youth buck his hips against his friend’s hand.

“More?” Scott felt powerful now, Kurt’s whimpers
making him wao aso assert every bit of dominance possible just short of
absolute. Kurt tilted his chin up for
another kiss, moaning again as Scott’s tongue darted out to taste his
lips. Moving downward, Scott trailed
kisses down Kurt’s neck and the part of his chest exposed through the open
buttons of his shirt. The bulge below
Kurt’s waist was pressing eagerly against Scott’s chest, giving the ruby-lensed
mutant a wicked idea. Well, he
wanted more and I’m game for now…
Quick as he could manage, Scott freed Kurt from the confines of his
jeans, exposing his hard length.

“What are
you…”

“Shhh. You said more, so here’s more…” Closing his eyes in sudden nervousness,
Scott put into mind every perverted, desirous thought he had had of Jean,
Rogue, Kitty…any girl he had ever fantasized about and just exactly what he
wanted them to do when it came to this.
Kurt seemed to be holding his breath in anticipation, making Scott even
more nervous. Here it goes… Scott licked the seeping fluid from the head
of Kurt’s arousal, finding it salty but not exactly unpleasant. Kurt made a squeaking noise of suppressed
desire and fell back on the bed with a thump, making Scott smile as he gingerly
took the first few inches of Kurt into his mouth. Not so bad…warm…smooth…random fur in my mouth but I’ll get
over it…Scott moved on instinct, doing to Kurt what he would have liked
done to him, moving at a quick, firm pace, taking in a little more with each
downward movement until he was sure he would gag. Kurt was moaning and clutching the bedclothes in his fists,
twisting them to sublimate the urge to yell out in pleasure. Encouraged, Scott increased pressure and
pace, tasting the fluid that was now issuing in small spurts from Kurt’s
length. Suddenly, Kurt tensed as taut
as a bowstring and growled low in his throat.
Scott braced for what he knew was about to happen and only jumped a
little when the first bit of ejaculate hit the back of his throat. Kurt involuntarily thrust his hips with each
wave of completing, forcing Scott to move with him as he swallowed all evidence
of their activities. When it was
obvious that Kurt was done, Scott rolled to the side and wiped his mouth on the
back of his hand. “That was…”

“Yeah.” Kurt was out of breath, panting and
shaking. Have to see how Kitty does
with that… Hell, if she’s as good as
that as she is at kissing I may never walk right again! Gaining some semblance of control, he
propped himself on his elbows again and regarded Scott. His friend was still obviously aroused and
none to comfortable, judging by the look on his face. “Um, do you want me to…”

“Hey! Me and Kit are going to the..Oh, my
God!” Jean had thrown open the door
without knocking and was now staring at the two on the bed, Scott’s pants
tented in desire and Kurt, semi-flaccid and shining with moisture, sprawled
across the bed.

“Jean! Oh, shit!
This isn’t what it looks like!”
Scott was struggling to his feet but Kurt moved slower, resigned to
whatever was going to happen.

“It looks
like you two were messing around…” She
stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. “Have fun?”

“What?” Scott felt pole axed.

“Have fun?”

Kurt felt a
giggle rising in his throat and knew Scott was virtually clueless at that
point—Jean doesn’t mind! Scott
was still working on an answer when Kitty’s head popped through the door,
taking in the scene. “Hey,
sweetie. At it again, I see…wewe’rwe’re
going into town. Want to come? I
mean…hmmm…bad choice of words. I’ll be downstairs. I swear, Jean, I think we’re going to have to turn the hose on
them…”



[1] Foxfeather,
translator extraordinaire, tells me “doch” is used in German like am not/are
too in English or an emphatic agreement.


[2] Like saying “What
is it?” or “So?” in English (thanks Foxy)

[3] Jungle
Book moment, from the old Disney movie.
The vultures…Liverpool accents…funny.


[4] Kung
Fu! Enough said…