One More Kiss For The Road

I have a few warnings for you. The first warning is that I will be playing around with the time lines of the series and more noticeably the ages of the characters as I want Pietro and Kurt to be the same age. The second warning is that I’m going to take a few artistic liberties here and there with character backgrounds and history. Oh, and if you’re a big fan of the brotherhood boys or Evan, don’t bother reading any further as I don’t paint them in a very nice light with the obvious exception of Pietro of course (gotta love the snarky little sod).

Well that’s all for now and enjoy the story and if you don’t like it don’t bother telling me as I won’t appreciate being flamed. If you do like it by all means review, it’ll help me figure out where to take the story, suggestions are always welcome.

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Chapter 2

Pietro’s teammates had decided it was a good idea to hijack the girls’ soccer match and expose mutants to the world. Pietro snorted sarcastically to himself. What a great idea! They were getting pasted as usual. He’d gotten bored and stepped out of it and was now leaning against a set of bleachers, watching the proceedings, trying to decide if he felt like chipping in when he saw Kurt leap onto Fred only to be thrown back several yards, straight into one of the large metal support pylons under the bleachers on the other side of where Pietro was standing.

Kurt slumped down before staggering forward a few yards, shaking his head as if to clear it. Pietro had to give the guy props. If anyone else had bashed into the thing that hard they would have been out cold. He was just about to run over and tease him when he froze. He saw one of the huge metal seat props tumble and fall from off the top of the bleachers. Kurt hadn’t noticed and it was going to land right where Kurt was standing, still trying to clear his head.

Oh god, if that thing lands on him it will kill him. Pietro’s entire body ran cold as he screamed Kurt’s name, trying to get him to recognise the danger that was seconds away from taking his life. Kurt raised his head as if searching for who had shouted his name, but still hadn’t seen what was going on above.

Pietro’s body unfroze and in a panicked terror he ran towards Kurt with a speed that seemed even beyond him. As he got close he saw Kurt finally look up, his gold eyes going wide as he saw the mass of metal hurtling down towards him. It all happened too quickly for him to even think about porting. In what seemed like an eternity to Pietro, he finally reached Kurt, throwing his own body at him, grabbing him and pushing Kurt back into the pylon behind him, the two ton heap of metal crashing to the ground behind them with micro seconds to spare.

Both boys were panting from the near miss, both looking over Pietro’s shoulder at the twisted heap of metal that could have so easily ended Kurt’s life.

“Zhat vould have killed me.” Kurt said. Pietro shuddered as his brain started to come back online after his blind panic over Kurt’s near miss. Pietro turned his head from over his shoulder to look at Kurt, face to face.

“You saved mein life. Vhy? You could have been killed.” Kurt was looking at him, his already large eyes even wider like a deer looking down a semi-truck about to be hit. Pietro swallowed roughly as he got caught in those large golden orbs, trying to come up with an answer.

Kurt was an X-Man, the enemy. They’d been driving each other insane for months fighting. He should have been glad to see him go down but at that moment when he’d realised Kurt was about to be hit, his whole body had shook with a white hot flash of terror and a pain like nothing he’d never known had shot through him. He’d had to get to Kurt. He hadn’t even thought about himself and god, he was still staring into Kurt’s eyes, their chests still heaving from fright.

Suddenly he was acutely aware of just how close he and Kurt still were. Their chest’s pressed close together where Pietro was still pushing Kurt up against the pylon behind him. Pietro’s left hand was on Kurt’s shoulder and his right was resting on Kurt’s hip where he’d grabbed him to push him back. Both of Kurt’s hands were gripping Pietro’s waist where he had instinctively placed them when Pietro slammed into him pushing him back out of danger.

Pietro felt the strangest sensation pass through him, like slight pricking tingles. He felt hypersensitive, like every place he and Kurt touched was giving off tiny sparks of electricity. His stomach was flipping and bouncing similar to how it did when he and Kurt really got into their fights. His gaze flicked down to Kurt’s lips and back up and he realized their faces were mere inches apart. He flicked his tongue out licking his own suddenly dry lips before closing the distance and pushing his lips onto Kurt’s.

If you’d asked Pietro what he’d been thinking when he kissed Kurt, he’d have never been able to answer. It was like his whole mind went blank, everything zeroing in on Kurt’s lips and body against his. Kurt’s lips beneath his were still with shock for about a second before suddenly melting, becoming soft and unresisting, moving sensuously against Pietro’s as he gave himself over to the kiss Pietro started.

Pietro couldn’t stop himself from musing on the texture of Kurt’s lips. They weren’t really furry like you’d think, more like a really fine sparse peach fuzz which was tickling his lips in a very pleasant way, and the tingles from earlier intensifying as the kiss went on. He felt Kurt’s lips part slightly under his and he wasted no time slipping his tongue into that hot moist cavern, some part of his mind vaguely noting how Kurt tasted of cinnamon. When Kurt’s tongue reached out to tangle with his, thoughts were impossible as the tingles he’d been feeling exploded, sending electricity shooting through his bones and down his spine.

It was like every cheesy romance novel kiss he’d ever heard about. It was fireworks and electricity and explosions behind his eye lids with every movement of Kurt’s tongue against his. The sensation was maddening and delicious he noted how Kurt’s tongue was raspier than a normal persons, much like a cats, and the feel of it dancing with his own was like nothing he’d ever experienced and he couldn’t get enough.

He realised his hands had been busy. While he was preoccupied the hand on Kurt’s shoulder had moved up to grip the back of Kurt’s head, tangling in his long silky black hair, drawing Kurt harder into the kiss. His other hand was still gripping Kurt’s hip tensing and relaxing as if afraid to let go. He used it to pull Kurt’s lower body closer into his, their groins bumping into each other causing them to let out twin moans as the electric tingles he’d been feeling suddenly seemed to concentrate in his groin.

Pietro felt Kurt’s hardness against his own. He rolled his hips into Kurt’s wanting to hear him let out another of those deep rumbling moans. Kurt didn’t disappoint. Then he got an idea. He remembered how one of his foster parents had had a cat, how it would yowl when the fur on its back was rubbed the wrong way. He slipped a hand under the material of Kurt’s suit and ran his fingers through the fur on Kurt’s back straight up his spine whilst once more rolling his hips.

Kurt shuddered and arched his back, breaking the kiss and pushing their groins more firmly together and he let out the sexiest sound Pietro had ever heard, sort of somewhere between a gasp a growl a moan and a yowl. Pietro shivered with pleasure as he felt the vibration produced from Kurt’s chest by that sound, the tremors passing out of Kurt’s chest and into his as he gasped. Pietro only had a second to appreciated the way Kurt’s golden eyes sparkled with lust and fire before Kurt swooped back down to continue the kiss his mouth hungrily devouring Pietro’s and Pietro met it with a ferocity of his own.

He could go the rest of his life and never feel anything like this. His mind and body were a mess of contradictions. It felt like he was flying and falling, dying and bursting into life, he was melting and tense as a board, the world was spinning and slowing down. It was fire and electricity fireworks and lightning!
He felt like he was going to explode from the sensations running through him then somewhere far in the distance he heard a voice calling out Kurt’s name and it wasn’t his. The voice was getting louder and closer and suddenly it felt like he’d been drenched with icy cold water as the real world came rushing back in. He and Kurt finally broke apart, both panting like they’d run a marathon, eyes wide and locked with the others as they tried to process exactly what they had been doing and with whom.

Kurt reached up, his fingers resting across his lips where only seconds ago Pietro’s had been against his. They felt puffy and swollen and slightly tingly. He hadn’t been able to think when Pietro kissed him. At least he thought Pietro had kissed him. Maybe it was the other way round and he’d been the one who closed the gap. Either way he’d asked Pietro a question that he’d promptly forgotten as he’d realized how close they were and a funny feeling had started to go through him. He couldn’t describe it exactly it was like butterflies in his tummy, like his nerves were twitching then the next second they’d been kissing. He’d noticed how Pietro’s mouth was cool and tasted of mint the butterflies had gotten worse.

He’d felt a slow heat that seemed to become more rapid as he gave into the kiss before becoming a raging inferno racing through his veins as their tongues had touched and settling in his groin as they had rubbed up against each other. He’d felt Pietro’s hand in his hair pulling him further into the kiss and he’d started exploring Pietro’s back with his hands feeling the muscles rippling and tensing at his touch. Then Pietro had put his hand up the back of his shirt ruffling up through his fur and he had just about lost his mind. It had felt so good .It had made his whole body tense and shake like he’d been wired up to a battery and he’d thrown himself back into the kiss, trying to devour Pietro whole as feelings and sensations he’d never imagined had raged through his body, before being cruelly doused with the sound of Rogue calling his name and reality rearing its ugly head.

He and Pietro had jumped apart staring at one another. Pietro opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he seemed lost for words, his eyes wide with fear, panic, amazement and a lingering trace of fire and lust. Kurt was suddenly hit with the notion that he wanted to pull Pietro back to him and pick up where they left off. He was seconds away from obeying his instincts when he heard Rogue’s voice again, much closer now, and he was reminded why it was a bad idea.

“There ya’re Kurt. Ah've been lookin’ everywhere for yah. Tha fights all over. Tha professor wiped everyone’s minds. They’all think it’s a gas leak or sumthin’.” Rogue announced as she caught sight of Kurt through the bleachers, stepping through to get to him. She stopped short as she saw Pietro, who was still standing there, apparently too confused to know what to do or say.

“What are yah doin’ here? Quicksilver, shouldn’t yah have run off with the rest of tha Hoods?” she stepped forward menacingly. Kurt put a hand out to stop her.

“Don’t! He saved mein life. You see zhat pile of metal over zhere? Vell I vould have been under it if he had not pushed me out of zhe vay.” Rogue looked at Pietro in surprise.

“Wha’ would yah do that for? Ah thought yah guys hated each other.” Pietro felt him self blush and shuffled his feet sheepishly as he tried to come up with a plausible excuse for what he’d done. He knew he probably looked like a rabbit trapped in headlights, panic at what they had nearly been caught doing spreading through him and oh god, Rogue was still waiting for an answer.

“Uummm...I...well-lets-just-call-it-my-good-deed-for-the-day-yeah?-gotta-go-bye.” he said nervously, giving Kurt a despairing glance before disappearing in his signature burst of speed. He had to get away. He had to think. He needed to make some sense of what had just happened.

Before Rogue had turned up he’d been trying to think of something to say to Kurt, some way to explain his actions, but for once he’d been lost for words. He, the mighty motor-mouth Maximoff hadn’t been able to think of a damn thing to say. He’d just been too caught in Kurt’s eyes. He’d stood there with his mouth open, probably looking like an idiot, watching Kurt raise a hand to his lips, touching them lightly. They were swollen, puffed out from their kiss. Pietro had licked his own lips vaguely wondering if his looked the same.

He could still feel his tingling from the feel of Kurt’s pressed against them and he wondered if Kurt felt that too. For a second he’d seen lust blaze again in Kurt’s eyes and he looked like he was going to pounce on him for another kiss and in that second he would have given anything for Kurt to do just that. When Rogue had shown up she seemed about to rip into him for whatever when Kurt had stopped her, telling her how he’d saved Kurt’s life. And then she’d asked that question, a question he feared. He’d not long ago found out the answer to but didn’t feel ready to admit to. He’d felt his face heat up and nervously shuffled his feet. He’d blown her off with some half-hearted quip before sending Kurt a glance, trying to apologise for leaving him with Rogue’s questions and disappearing.

Really, he should consider himself lucky. Both he and Kurt had still been half hard and his uniform in particular wasn’t very good at hiding that sort of thing. They were both lucky she hadn’t noticed.

It had only been a minute since he abandoned Kurt to Rogue but he had already arrived at the Brotherhood house. He had to get up to his room, he needed to process. He internally groaned when Toad caught sight of him over the back of the couch where the others had settled to watch TV.

“Hey, what’s up, yo? Where you been? We got trounced again” he gave a Pietro a suspicious look, as if only now noticing how ruffled and shaken Pietro looked. The others were now looking in his direction too.

“What happened to you, yo? You look like ya seen a ghost.” Pietro didn’t have time for this. He needed to think.

“Got-into-it-again-with-nightcrawler-I’m-really-tired-now-im-going-to-bed-see-you-in-the-morning.” the other boys nodded, seeming to accept this as Pietro sped up the stairs to his room. He hadn’t really been lying. He and Kurt really had got into it. Man, had they got into it. He just hadn’t said what ‘IT’ was.

He quickly changed into some comfortable sweats and a t-shirt before flopping down on his bed, closing his eyes, and hoping to make sense of his thoughts. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d kissed Kurt! He’d made out with the X-Geeks resident fuzzy blue elf and he’d loved it! He’d never felt anything like it. He must be out of his freaking mind.

God, what did this mean? Was this why Kurt had annoyed him so much? Had his body known something his brain hadn’t been willing to admit to? And since when did he start referring to him as Kurt instead of fuzz ball or Nightcrawler? It felt weird referring to him like that now, whilst calling him Kurt just felt right. He said the name out loud rolling it over his tongue.

“K-u-r-t.” it felt good. He really had gone insane. What was he doing? He felt guilty and excited his head hurt and Christ, but he was still half hard! He punched his pillow in frustration. He had to sort this out. Ok, Pietro, concentrate. He breathed deeply trying to sort out his muddled thoughts. First step: he kissed Kurt, Kurt was a guy, it had felt good really fucking good but that was not the point. Kurt was a guy, so did this mean he was interested in guys? Was he gay?

He couldn’t be, could he? He’d have noticed before now, surely, and it wasn’t like he was ever short of girlfriends, who he often shared kisses with. So he couldn’t be gay, he thought stubbornly, when suddenly some small dark part of his mind he’d never heard before piped up reminding him how boring he found all those girls how their kisses, no matter how passionate, hadn’t stirred him in the slightest, whereas Kurt glancing down at his still half hard cock definitely stirred something.

His mind flashed back to how Lance talked about finding the right one and how Kitty’s kisses felt. Kurt’s kisses had been like that and so much more. Uurgh, he couldn’t think of this yet. He wasn’t ready. Ok, ok, so the possibility exists that he could be gay, or maybe even bi, so he had to test this theory. He needed to think of a guy.

An image of a blue furry Kurt with a mischievous smile and lust filled eyes flashed across his mind’s eye. No, no, no, not thinking about him yet he stubbornly argued with himself. Ok, need to think of a guy. He mentally flicked through all the guys he knew. Toad? Urgh, doesn’t bear thinking about. Freddie? Hell no. Lance? He was a good looking guy but he didn’t really do anything for him. Ok, so how about the institute kids. Evan? Hell no, a thousand times over. Scott? He was attractive in theory but he was too stiff. The guy looked like he had a permanent pole up his ass. Wolverine? Ha-ha, no. Berserker? No. Bobby? Too young. Sam? Hmm, not really. Roberto? He was good looking, in the year below Pietro, tanned skin and black hair. He tried to picture what it would be like to kiss him, their lips meeting, and running hands across a lean slender body.

Pietro felt a slight but definite tingle in his groin at his thoughts. It wasn’t the fireworks Kurt produced but it was there. His eyes snapped open. Ok, so he was attracted to Sunspot. Anyone else?

He quickly ran through the other guys he knew at school. When he was finished he realized there were three guys, other than Kurt, he was attracted to and apparently he went after a certain type. He liked slender dark haired guys. There was Sunspot, a guy he knew on the baseball team who had dark hair pale skin and blue eyes and a Goth kid who was in his social studies class, again, pale skinned with dark hair and very dark brown eyes.

Each one of them had created suitable tingles to let him know he was attracted. Although, nothing like the sparks thinking of Kurt produced. No, no, not thinking about Kurt yet. So was he gay or was he bi? He quickly ran through all the girls he knew, and whilst he knew in theory that some of them were uncommonly pretty, he didn’t feel a damn thing towards them. Shit, he was gay.

Damn it, what was he going to do? As if his life wasn’t complicated enough, being a mutant and having an egomaniac for a father, he had to be this too. Which brought him to another thing: How would Magneto react to finding out his prodigal son was gay?

Pietro sighed heavily. Magneto might only give a shit when he needed something, but Pietro couldn’t see any way of Magneto taking this news well, and what about the Brotherhood? How would the others react? He didn’t know. The issue of gays had never come up but it helped explain his dislike of Evan better. He and Evan had been friends once upon a time until Pietro had found out that the guy was a homophobic bully. There had been a kid at school who had been stupid enough to let Evan know he was gay. Evan had gotten some of his other friends together and made the poor kid’s life so miserable his parents had ended up moving and transferring him to another school.

Pietro had been disgusted and angry at Evan but hadn’t said anything, letting it fester, till that stupid thing with the wallets. He’d known it was stupid while he was doing it, but he’d just wanted to see Evan thrown off his high horse so badly. He’d wanted to be Evans enemy and now he knew why Evans homophobia had affected him so badly. Maybe part of him had know he was gay even back then and he’d been angry knowing how quickly someone who he had considered his friend would turn on him if he found out.

Pietro shook his head to clear it of the crappy memories. He had way too much to deal with already without figuring out what had started his feud with Evan. Ok, so he was gay, so, how did feel about that within himself? He felt ok, a little scared, a little panicky, but as long as no-one else found out he could deal. So now he was onto the next big thing: KURT!

Kurt, he’d kissed Kurt and it had been amazing, mind-blowing. He found himself reliving the kiss. The softness of Kurt’s fur like petting a mink, how those huge golden eyes had blazed with lust and the feelings Pietro had evoked within him. The sexy growling moans which made Pietro’s whole body shiver with arousal, that raspy tongue massaging his and sending electric tingles all the way down to his toes and back up again.

Pietro let out a full throated moan. Caught up in the memory hearing the sound coming out of his throat had yanked him out of his memory as his eyes snapped open and he sat up slightly, breathing deeply. He cussed and glared at his erection which had been half hard ever since his and Kurt’s kiss and was now hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum from the memories he’d been exploring. Shit, how am I supposed to think and sort things out with a hard on?

Pietro groaned and pressed his face into a pillow. He briefly considered giving his dick what it wanted and taking care of the problem. He let his hand wander down his stomach to the waistband of his pants when another image of Kurt with his head thrown back, making that wonderful yowling sound he’d made earlier, flashed into his mind.

He immediately halted his wandering hand. No, jerking off to thoughts of Kurt now would just confuse him more. He had to sort his mind out before he did anything else. Trying to ignore the problem in his pants he tried to once again focus his mind.

Ok, so Kurt. He’d kissed Kurt and loved it. He was attracted to Kurt, but why? They had been fighting for months. But maybe that’s why you were fighting. Maybe you just didn’t want to admit how much you liked him, how badly he has got under your skin.

Pietro frowned. He was really beginning to hate that new little voice in his head. So, yeah, could he have been fighting with Kurt because he fancied him and hadn’t been ready to admit it? He briefly remembered the past few months and how he felt when he and Kurt fought, how his whole body would tingle in anticipation, how he spent most of his time thinking of Kurt and ways to annoy him. Had he really wanted to annoy him or had he just wanted Kurt’s attention and hadn’t known any other way to get it?

Pietro felt like an idiot the last few months, the arguments, the headaches, losing his cool, saying cruel and stupid things, being hurt by those same types of things all because he was attracted to another guy and hadn’t been smart enough to figure it out sooner. It was an eye opener. He should have figured it out sooner. I mean, yeah, there had been that indefinable spark of something that he hadn’t recognised as honest to goodness lust right at the beginning. That’s why he had started picking on Kurt but after that, how he’d watched him with his friends, the way he was with others. It was only now with hindsight that Pietro recognised the pang of sadness and longing in his chest in those moments, something he had previously excused away as irritation.

He sighed. Why Kurt? Was it just the way he looked, and what kind of guy was he that he found blue fur and fangs sexy? He pictured Kurt as he looked with his hologram on. So, yeah, he was attractive and kinda cute in human form too but he definitely found Kurt’s real form more appealing.

He tried to put the image of Kurt’s real form beside his human one when he suddenly realised something. Kurt’s hologram didn’t really look that much like him. Yeah it was similar in a lot of ways but it still didn’t really look like him, and he didn’t mean the whole fur and tail issue, but just general features. For a start, Kurt’s cheekbones were a lot higher and sharper. His jaw line was more defined. his lower lip was slightly fuller and the hologram didn’t show just how large Kurt’s eyes really were. The nose was about right but the hair was actually a couple of inches longer and one thing Pietro had definitely noticed, what with the tight uniform the Kurt wore, was that Kurt was actually really well muscled. He was built a lot like Pietro himself, very slim hipped with quite broad muscular shoulders, and Kurt had a long lean gymnast type body with a very obviously toned abdomen which was something the hologram definitely didn’t show off.

Pietro tried to picture the real Kurt without the blue fur, pointy ears and oddly shaped limbs and hands and it hit him like a jackhammer. Kurt was gorgeous! If his hologram had actually looked like him, he’d have had most of the girls in school, and probably quite a few of the guys, drooling after him.

Ok, so he was attracted to Kurt the way he would look if he looked normal, but what about his mutant form, the fur? He liked it. It was so soft and silky. He liked the feel of it running through his fingers and the way it looked. It was a sort of light midnight blue. It was a nice colour and with his fangs and oddly shaped limbs it kind of reminded Pietro more of a giant cat than a demon and his eyes were actually really pretty. They were unusually large and slanted up slightly in way that made him seem even more catlike and they were a really nice shade of gold. And his tail? His tail fascinated Pietro in a way he wasn’t sure he was ready to explore yet.

So physically, he was very attracted to Kurt. He frowned down at the unrelenting erection his musings had caused. Make that extremely attracted to Kurt.

Was there more than that? Pietro groaned, throwing his arm across his eyes. Did he really want to open this can of worms? Wasn’t it bad enough that he was gay and apparently panting after one of the enemy like a bitch in heat? Did he really want to know if there was more? Yes, he needed to know. Otherwise, how would he know what to do about it?

Ok, did he feel more than just physical attraction to Kurt? He thought about the many times he’d watched Kurt around school, in classes and with his friends. Kurt was smart, really smart. He was pretty much consistently in the top class for everything which is why they shared so many classes. Despite what people believed, unlike the rest of the Brotherhood, Pietro was actually pretty bright and did well in his classes. He was in a fair amount of advanced classes like Kurt, although Kurt was smarter. Unless something happened, Kurt was most likely going to be valedictorian when they graduated despite being home schooled for so long.

So he was smart, that was good. Pietro didn’t have much patience for idiots. Although living at the Brotherhood, he was learning. Kurt was funny. He knew the guy had a wicked sense of humour. He’d often watched him regaling the other X-Men with some joke or another that caused them to fall about laughing. Kurt had a great laugh. It seemed to just burst out of him and it was so bright and carefree sounding. Pietro thought maybe he wanted to be the one that made Kurt laugh like that.

He shook his head, moving on. He knew Kurt could be really sweet and caring. He’d seen him with others. It was mostly little things that he did subconsciously and probably didn’t even know he was doing and he had all these funny little quirks that were just so Kurt.

Pietro smiled, thinking about all the little things he’d noticed without even realising it. His smiled faded as it hit him where his thoughts were heading. He liked Kurt! Really liked him! Not just lust, he honest to goodness liked Kurt!

He wanted to talk to him. He wanted to really get to know him and spend time with him. He wanted to be the one making Kurt laugh. He wanted see that smile that Kurt only gave to the inner circle of people he cared about and he wanted to see it directed at him. He wanted to spend time with Kurt. He wanted to kiss Kurt. He wanted to hear Kurt’s yowling growling moan sound when Pietro touched him. He wanted to do things with Kurt he wasn’t even sure he knew the details of yet.

Shit, shit, shit! Somewhere along the line he’d developed a crush on Kurt Wagner, of all fucking people, the one and only fuzzy blue elf. So now he knew. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Well first, did Kurt feel the same? Emotion wise, he couldn’t really find the answer out to that one without actually asking him, which he absolutely wasn’t going to do. Physically? Yeah, whether or not Kurt had ever thought about guys that way before, he had definitely reacted favourably to that kiss.

He wondered if Kurt had ever liked a guy like that before. He flirted with all the girls at the institute constantly so Pietro didn’t think so. Kurt was probably just as surprised as Pietro was.

So where did all this leave him? He had a crush on Kurt. If the way Kurt was filling his thoughts and (cough) other areas (cough, cough) then it was a pretty serious one and there was the possibility that Kurt might like him back, but Kurt was still an X-Man whilst Pietro was still the Brotherhood.

Kurt was still an enemy, and as for the whole gay issue, could he really risk it? He’d never known what an asshole Evan was until he was faced with someone who was gay. What if the Brotherhood reacted the same way? What if they were disgusted with him and kicked him out? What if Magneto found out and was angry or, god, Mystique? How would she react if she found out Pietro was lusting after her precious long lost son?

No, he couldn’t risk it. He knew he liked Kurt now. There was no reason to cause arguments over nothing. He’d just steer clear of Kurt as much as he could and maybe these feelings would just fade away, because even if nobody cared about him being gay, or if Kurt actually really liked him back, what could they ever have together? They were on opposite sides, and besides, even if no-one else cared, Mystique would probably kill him on principle.

He rolled over pulling the covers over his body. He was so tired. He’d laid here for hours sorting his thoughts. He leaned over to switch off the lamp. His head was swimming with thoughts of Kurt and the kiss they had shared. He was still suffering from his earlier problem but he refused to jerk off while thinking of Kurt. He’d made his decision and getting himself off with lusty images of Kurt wasn’t going to help him any.

He wondered if Kurt was having the same problems as he was. He knew Kurt had been acting irrational and out of character, too. He knew Kurt had been just as surprised to his response to that kiss as Pietro was. Was Kurt gay, too? Had he admitted it to himself?

If he was, Pietro knew Kurt was catholic, and he remembered that homosexuality was considered a sin and he knew Kurt believed in god and took his religion seriously. Was he as confused as Pietro? Was Kurt thinking about him, too?

Kurt, as it happened, was every bit as confused as Pietro. He’d shook off the others and their questions about his near miss and Pietro’s having saved him. He ran up to his room to escape the girls fawning at having nearly lost him claiming he was tired and the shock had taken a bit out of him.

They had murmured their understanding and let him escape and now here he was, hours later, still laying on his bed thinking. His thoughts had, for the most part, run pretty close to Pietro’s. To start off with coming to the conclusion that he was gay, which he’d struggled with, worried about what the others would think of him how they would react.

Unlike Pietro, Kurt had gone with the internet method to confirm his suspicions. He’d simply typed in ‘100 hottest guys’ and scrolled through the pictures to see if any of them produced the same sensations he got while thinking of Pietro. The result: there were a few he was attracted to, some more than others, though none produced the level of feelings he got from Pietro.

There was a guy called James Marsters who was in a TV programme Kitty watched called ‘Buffy: The Vampire Slayer’. She was always going on about how cute the guy was. He had never seen it before but he was half tempted to start watching. The guy had bleached platinum blond hair that was slicked back in a way that reminded him of Pietro’s, without the wings. There was a picture of Orlando Bloom when he was in ‘Lord of the Rings’ with long blonde hair and elf ears that he found very attractive. There were also a few others. They all seemed a little similar, so Kurt surmised that his type was lean muscular blondes, although he wasn’t sure if Pietro could be considered a blonde or not because technically his hair was white.

Coming to this conclusion had been hard for him. In truth, he’d never really considered his own sexuality. It was why he flirted with all the girls so easily, because he’d never really entertained the hope that anyone would want to be with him like that. It was why Amanda had surprised him so much. The idea that someone could be attracted to him despite how he looked astounded him and the whole being gay thing neatly explained why he had not reacted to her the way he thought he would have.

He’d struggled a little with his sexual preferences in regards to his religion. He believed in god, but in the end, the god his parents taught him about was all about forgiveness and acceptance. They had said god accepted him regardless of his appearance, so surely god would accept him regardless of his sexuality, too.

Besides, god and church was not the same thing. It was only the church that frowned upon homosexuality and, god forgive him, but the church needed to drag its ass into the 21st century. Too many of its ideas were antiquated. Its stand on same sex partners was one of those ideas. God would accept him and as for his parents, god rest their souls, they had accepted his demonic appearance, so he liked to think had they still been alive they would have accepted this too.

Thoughts of Pietro had been complicated. He was a little ashamed of himself for the way he had viciously fought with Pietro these last few months, all because he had been unable to admit that he was attracted to another male, and it was clear to him he was attracted to Pietro, very much so. He wasn’t sure how much further that the attraction went.

He was aware that he had paid an undue amount of attention to Pietro, even when they weren’t fighting. Even if it was just watching him from across the room, and also his thoughts had circled around Pietro pretty much constantly ever since he had met the guy. So he was forced to ask the question: did he like Pietro beyond the physical?

He knew Pietro was intelligent. They shared many of the same classes and he had heard him often in class. He had often seen him talking with other people around school and he’d noticed when he wasn’t with the Brotherhood, Pietro could actually be a really nice guy. He remembered seeing him a month ago, how he’d been surprised to see him run off a pack of bullies who were tormenting one of the younger years. At the time he’d just brushed it off, but now he had to wonder how often Pietro did things like that and simply never took any credit for it.
Kurt decided he did like Pietro. The more he put things together the more he liked him but he wanted to know him more. He wanted to get to know him properly. He also wanted to indulge the physical sensations that were making him blush just to think about.

But no matter how much he wanted it, he knew he couldn’t have it. There were his teammates to think about, not only their reactions to him being gay, but to him liking Pietro. Evan would have a particular problem with that because he knew how much Evan and Pietro disliked each other and at the end of the day he and Pietro were on opposite sides. It was never going to able to work. Kurt felt his own frustration and anger rise. He almost wished none of this had been brought to the surface, that he had continued happily along not knowing. There were too many issues. As if he didn’t already have more than enough. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he was a mutant, he had to be a demonic looking mutant. And as if that wasn’t enough he was now a gay demonic looking mutant. But no, there’s more, he’s actually a gay demonic looking mutant with a crush on the enemy, who happens to be Magneto’s son no less!

He snorted, trying to imagine how his own less than perfect mother would take the news. Ever since she had announced herself to be his mother and Magneto had failed to choose her for his stupid asteroid project, she had disappeared on a must-get-revenge-on-Magneto kick. It could be worth telling her, just to see the expression on her face. Kurt scolded himself for his uncharitable thoughts. He didn’t know enough to judge, nor had he the right.

Kurt sighed and listened to the sounds of the institute with his sensitive hearing. Everyone had turned in for the night so there were a variety of soft snores. His mother’s opinion wasn’t important, the friends he had made here were. He had to bury whatever feelings he had for Pietro and move on. If only they were as easily forgotten. He buried his face in his pillow, drifting off to sleep, with visions of a blushing Pietro and passionate kisses dancing through his head.

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Well that’s my second chapter finished, if you like my ideas, tell me so I know to keep going and I’d like to apologize to all the Rogue fans I cannot write her accent to save my life.