Fractals

Fractals Chapter Twenty Five (NC-17)
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Jamie hated math with a passion that burned with the heat of a thousand suns. At least that was how he described his dislike of the subject to anyone who would listen.d Bed Beast was not an easy touch when it came to cutting them slack on work. He did not care if they had tests in every other subject that week, if Logan had run them ragged for two hours in the Danger Room right before class or even if someone’s girlfriend was experiencing something verging on an existential crisis. He insisted that they complete ten problems before he would let them go on to Storm’s biology class. “The downside of being here,” Rahne muttered, dropping to sit next to him, “is that they can screw with our classes like that.”
Jamie started, his cheeks suffusing with color. “What’re you doing here? I thought you were spending the morning in town and wouldn’t be back until after lunch.”
“Plans changed,” she admitted evasively, opening her textbook. “Page sixty?”
Jamie nodded, glancing at Beast, who seemed to be focused on something in the grade book spread out before him on the desk. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Mmmmhmmmm…” Rahne bent over her book and flipped to the appropriate page. “Did I miss anything in ?”
He sighed. “Just Todd freeing the class pet.” At Rahne’s incredulous snort, he added, “He started singing ‘Born Free’1 and turned Sticky loose out the window.”
“Did he realize it’s getting cold out so Sticky is probably just going to either die from the cold or slow down so much that Mister Cassidy can catch him again?”
Rahne was flying through the problems without giving them much thought, and Jamie knew that she was getting them all right, much to his chagrin. “I don’t think it did until St John pointed it out. Todd went out the window after Sticky…”
“Mister Maddrox, Miss Sinclaire… need I remind you of the test on Friday?” Beast asked conversationally from the front of the room. They were spared from response but the tinny alarm on Beast’s watch, kept on his desk because even the largest band was too small for his wrists. “There’s a study group tonight… I expect you to be there. It’s not mandatory but it is…highly suggested you attend if your last quiz grade was lower than an eighty.”
Jamie groaned and knew that he really needed to go, but he had been hoping to get some alone-time with Rahne and said as much in an unguarded moment as they followed the shuffling herd from the classroom. “You get to spend three hours goofing off and I get to be stuck with Beast and the rest of the class…studying…”
Rahne raised a brow and, glancing around to find they were at the back of the group and relatively alone, she took his elbow and pushed him into the nearest empty space, the infamous hall closet.
“What’re you doing?” he hissed as the door closed behind them. “ We’re going to get in so much trouble…”
She dropped her book bag with a thud and pressed him against the door. “Jamie, we won’t be missed for five minutes. A lot can happen in five minutes.”
He grabbed her hands and stopped her when she would have goneher her knees. “Rahne…you don’t have to do this. Just tell me you don’t want to talk and I’ll be okay with it.”
She snorted in the da “Yo “You telling me you’re turning down oral sex?” she asked incredulously.
Part of Jamie’s brain had a momentary short circuit when it occurred to him that yes, that was indeed exactly what he was doing, but the overdeveloped chivalry portion sighed and made him say, “Rahne, I’m serious. Every time I want to talk or mention being alone, zippers come down. I’m almost afraid to talk to you in front of anyone!”
Rahne sighed, then reached for him again, her fingers going automatically for his zipper. “Sometimes,” she said quietly, “you think too much. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I am doing this because I want to and we never have time alone since I’m all tied up in this Church mess and now this being outted mess?”
Jamie opened his mouth to respond but his body’s betrayal had been noted by Rahne and she was already stroking him to full hardness, leaning close to kiss his slightly parted lips. He blinked rapidly, his eyes adjusting to the light, as she vanished from view. A moment later, the feel of her warm, soft mouth on his turgid length made him gasp and stifle a moan. In truth, he did want this and more. He wanted to get her to her feet and push her against the wall, have his way with her, or let her have her way with him, there in the narrow hall closet famous for Kurt and Kitty’s escapade not so long before. But he did not. Instead, he leaned against the door and sighed again, this time with a considerably different tone, as Rahne took him further into her mouth, her tongue playing along his length. He lost most rational thought a moment or two later when she began moving, his length sliding in and out of her mouth, slickening with each lick and suck and nip. He felt his knees shake a little as she took him as far into her mouth and throat as she could. He knew he would not last long, not like this, and despaired of it for a moment but realized there was very little, if anything, he could do about it. Her hand and mouth worked against him, his body readily giving in to her ministrations, no matter what the logic portion of his brain was screaming at him. He bit his tongue when his release came, his moan a choked grunt as she inhaled sharply, then began to swallow his climax, licking him clean as he began to soften out of her grasp. Finally, she stood and leaned against him in an embrace. Automatically, his arms went around her and he kissed her ear. “Rahne,” he said softly, “don’t hide from me.”
She did not pretend to misunderstand him. “I have to, Jamie. I can’t even find my own self anymore.”
“What’s that mean?” he insisted, squeezing her a little. “Do you need me to find some help? Someone you can talk to…like a medical person?” The idea of Rahne needing professional help scared and relieved him at once. If she did need a doctor, tsomesomething was definitely wrong but she was being treated for it.
Rahneok hok her head. “No, I just need this all to be over with. I need for the Church to decide what I am to them now, I need these bloody photographers to just…just…fucking dissolve! I need for people to stop sneaking around and playing war without telling the rest of us first!”
After a brief pause, he sighed. “You lost me on the last one,” he admitted. “Look, Ra” he” he began, but stopped. “Nothing I can say will change who you are so I won’t say a thing. Just know I support you, love you, and am ten minutes late for biology.”
She vented a mirthless laugh. “I’m late for class too, you know,” she informed him, already straining her refined hearing for the sounds of someone moving in the hall who might catch them. “Come on, it’s safe now.”
Jamie followed her blindly, stepping out into the blessedly empty hallway. “Meet me later? After dinner maybe?”
She shook her head. “I’m babysitting Lucas tonight. Tabby and Wanda are both working… You’ll be fine until you see me tomorrow.” She kissed him quickly one more time and turned, heading at a fast pace for the social studies classroom. When she was sure Jamie could not see her, she stopped and pressed her forehead against the wall, sighing painfully. “This,” she murmured, “is going to be harder than I thought.”



1 From the movie of the same name. Personally, I thought it was kind of cheesy but it’s not all bad. Something about lions…