Me, Myself and Us

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Me, Myself and Us

Midnight was close. True to what Remy said most of the other students were either still out or had indeed crashed for the night. Even with that much to ease his mind, he couldn't bring himself to knock on the door in front of him.
Was he going to back out? COULD he back out? If he did would Remy tell the entire school what he did on his own?
No, Remy wouldn't do that, would he? God this was tearing his stomach apart.
Before he could turn and run the door came open. The Cajun had on one of the schools bathrobes let open to reveal a bare chest and a dark pair of boxers. "Been wonder'n if you come up." He opened the door wider letting the obviously nervous boy in while giving one last scouring look up and down the hall. Couldn't let Jamie get a bad reputation because he was curious.
The room itself was like any other bedroom in the Institute. Remy too had his own room, mostly due to the fact that most of the X-men didn't trust him enough to sleep in the same room with him.
A mess of melted wax was stuck to the nightstand with a few fresh candles set in place of the old ones and lit regardless of the overhead lights.
"Here, sit." Remy said taking a seat on the bed and motioning to the place beside him.
Jamie sat down but couldn't help but look nervous.
"A'e you still sure 'bout dis?"
"Yes." He was surprised that he didn't stutter. He felt like he was going to pass out and nearly did so when an arm snaked around his waist.
"Ah not gonna hurt ya." Remy said leaning in close enough to nearly touch nose-to-nose.
"I know." Jamie replied very aware their proximity. He felt a hand slip just barely over his leg and come to rest at his stomach. Fingers slowly sliding under his shirt.
"Jus' say de word, an' I stop."
He nodded a little eyes shutting for lack of anything else to do. He felt Remy kiss him for the second time, his goatee made it all the more surprising.
"Dis gotta go." Remy lifted the shirt more allowing Jamie to take it over his head before tossing over the side of the bed, he took notice of the bite marks just under Jamie's neck and made a mental note to remember them. He ran his hand over the other boys' chest appreciatively; he had always liked sm ski skin, female or otherwise. He couldn't help but give a crooked grin as his hand fell to Jamie's waistband. His other hand was busy running fingertips up and down his spine.
The button came undone with little trouble and the zipper went less easily. Jamie leaned back enough to pull his jeans down. He was surprised when Remy took over the removal when they had reached his knees. The Cajuns' hands running softly over his bared legs. There were no shoes or socks to get in their way, Jamie had arrived barefoot.
The boxers under his jeans were not very different from the kind Remy wore.
Remy said tracing a finger over a scar the other boy had on his leg, probably from the Danger Room, or perhaps during the near riot when the Institute was assaulted. He leaned down and kissed the slightly darker area of skin then reached up to kiss Jamie again. He got the smaller Mutant down on his back pointing down at him with mock sincerity. "Don' move."
The younger boy was surprised when Remy lifted away heading for the door. For a brief moment he thought he was leaving. But instead of seeing Remy walking out the door Jamie watched him lock it and turn off the lights. The candles on the side table were the only light they had now.
Remys' robe dropped to the ground and he returned to the bed. He smiled at the look he was getting, Jamie was scared but inquiring what was to come next. He slid back onto the bed wrapping one arm over the boys' chest noticing how tense he was. Poor boy was probably about to pass out.
"Jamie."
"I know." He said cutting Remy off. "I'm nervous." He rolled to his side, facing Remy. Before he could voice his growing insecurity something pulled at the waist of his boxers and reached in. He had barely a moment to amused look on Remys' face before the world unfocused. "Oh my god."
The older Mutant leaned in stroking Jamie slowly. "'S alright." He said nudging the boy over on his back again. "Don' need t' be nervous." He kept the one hand where it was and bracimseimself on his knees to use his other hand to pull the boxers down further. This opened up his leverage on the other boy.
He bit his tongue at the sight of Jamie, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight and head shaking side to side as if denying what was going on. The small bit of clothing slipped down further when Remy took the opportunity to pull them when his new little lover bucked his hips at a surprising twist.
Jamie's eyes opened wide, the world started to double, then triple. A voice by his ear whispered in a slow voice to hold on.
"Non, only one Jamie. Ah need only one 'o you f' dis."
He held on to the bits of his training that he could remember and suppressed his duplicates. But it was extremely difficult. "Remy." His back arched pushing himself into the hand that gripped him so well.
"'S okay." The Cajun said using his free hand once more to relieve himself of his own boxers. "Jus' relax." He said more but the words were lost in Jamie's neck as murmured endearments.
Jamie could only pant softly and moved reflexively, rubbing against Remy in time with the other boys' movements. His legs spread just enough to allow a hand to feel between them, he was surprised when that hand pulled his legs wider. A sharp gasp was cut off with a vicious kiss as Remy settled his hips against Jamies' own.
Remys' mouth slid down Jamies' neck as he settled back on his knees. He suddenly seemed to remember something and traveled back up and kissed him again as he brought himself within arms reach of the nightstand. The drawer opened and closed with the stiff sound of wood. Apparently he'd found what he had forgotten and moved back down to his previous position.
He lifted away from Jamies' chest sitting back farther on his knees and widening them. He licked his lips and kissed his stomach lightly slowly slipping his left hand between them listening for the reaction. All he heard was a pale sound, Jamie had to be the quietest person he'd ever been with. He couldn't wait to see if he could make him scream.
Remy lifted back up setting the lubricant he'd retrieved to the side. He lifted Jamies' legs so that the backs of his knees rested on his thighs. He picked the tube back up and took his time spreading the pale cream on his fingers and rubbing it along his own length.
He capped the tube and set it close enough to thge oge of the bed to keep it out of the way but within in handy reach should they need it again. He leaned forward and made to lift Jamie into a sitting position in his lap. "Help me." He whispered trying to get Jamie to comply.
Once Jamie was loosely sat on Remy's thighs, he bit his lip feeling the questing intrusion of a pair of still slick fingers beneath him. After a moment of the sensation he leaned forward for a kiss while he was being prepared. He had, done this, before but it had hurt a great deal, he was sure he'd done it wrong and was enjoying it much more this time around.
The fingers left him and he found Remy situating his legs so that he could raise up on his own knees even as he sat in the Cajuns' lap.
Those demons eyes bore into his. "Ready?"
Jamie licked his lips and nodded, eyes fluttering closed. He felt hands fall to his hips and raise him, he now knew why he had been situated like this, he could support himself as Remy guided him.
His head fell forward as he felt himself being lowered onto Remy. His head rolled back and legs widened as he slid down, fingers loosely gripping on Remys' shoulder. His breath caught and he squirmed as he was forced to keep his descent slow. He finally emitted a strangled sound when Remy lost a bit of his own control and bucked up burying the last of hlf ilf in heat.
"Remy, oh god Remy." Jamie whispered in a breathy tone.
Remy grunted unable to say anything yet. He leaned back using his arms to support Jamie at the waist as he did the same.
The older Mutant adjusted his center of balance and rocked his hips up. He grit his teeth when fingernails dug into his skin. He did it again this time Jamie thrust down against him still barely making a sound.
He found that he absolutely loved the look on Jamies' face the faster they went. True the boy was an extreme case of technical virginity; Remy couldn't help but get hot at the idea of Jamie using his ability like that. He'd almost considered driving this particular time into his own private orgy but felt that Jamie needed one-on-one experience.
He held Jamie closer curling his stomach so he didn't hurt the younger Mutant. The position forced him in deeper and held him. He kissed Jamies' shoulder then bit it, not hard enough to draw blood but he probably made a bruise.
Until that moment Jamie had been near silent. As soon as the teeth sank into his skin he cried out nearly plunging over the edge. He whimpered loudly when Remy moved his lips up closer to his neck and bit again.
"Yes!"
Remy was startled at the cry but the combination of Jamie thrusting suddenly down on him as he came drove him to orgasm. He drove himself as deep as possible before settling back panting still.
"Oh wow." Jamie said in a paled voice as he was laid back. He curled in against Remy when the other boy lay next to him nibbling on his neck.
"Good non?"
He got a sighed moan in response. He grinned despite himself. He knew they both probably needed a shower and that Jamie should probably be smuggled back into his room before morning. But tomorrow was Sunday, another fairly relaxed day. Most of the school when to their various churches and temples unless a hangover gn thn the way. No one would miss Jamie exiting his room and if they were careful they wouldn't notice him leaving Remys'.
He would have tried to pull the blankets up on them for some semblance of decency but Jamie was already asleep on them.
Ah well, it was warm anyway.