One More Kiss For The Road

Ok, I’ve taken some serious liberties with how Kurt’s powers work here, so don’t bother pointing it out to me as I already know.

I’ve already warned you all before, but I figured I had better do it again cause we’re starting to get into some of the naughty stuff so if you don’t like hearing about guy on guy action go no further.

P.S. it might actually be a good idea for you to read these little author notes bits I do as sometimes I use them to explain things I couldn’t find a way of explaining as part of the story so I recommend casting your eye over them.


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Chapter 3


He felt soft blue fur covering lean hard muscles under his wandering hands. A hot hungry mouth was attacking his, a raspy tongue dancing and twirling with his, seeking out his most sensitive spots. A lightly furred three fingered hand was exploring his chest and abdomen with excruciating slowness before dipping into the waistband of his pants, causing him to gasp as those fingers rubbed across his sensitive hairless pubic area before firmly gripping his cock.

He moaned deeply as the person holding him growled sensuously into his mouth before starting to stroke his cock. The sensation of those lightly furred fingers created exquisite agony throughout his body as feelings he’d never felt before continued to rush through him. He could feel himself building up to his release, the sensation bubbling up inside him like never before.

Pietro bolted upright with a howl as his climax washed over him, his hands reaching out to his phantom lover, only to clutch at sheets and empty air. He was panting harshly. He looked around in confusion before his thoughts started to come back into order. He looked at his room in the early morning light.

He’d been dreaming. He groaned and flopped back down on his bed. It was all a dream. Kurt wasn’t here. Pietro fingered his sticky sheets, wrinkling his nose. His body was still tingling and sated from his release. Just a dream…Shit, this wasn’t good. He’d decided last night that he had to stop thinking about Kurt, and here he was having wet dreams about the guy. This wasn’t a good start to his get-over-Kurt plans.

He pushed his sheets to one side. He’d have to wash them now. He closed his eyes, shifting his head so it was more comfortable. He knew he had to stop thinking about Kurt but, damn, that dream had been so vivid. He could still feel Kurt’s hands on him and he found himself wondering if it would really feel like that to have Kurt’s fur brushing against him.

Pietro was very unusual for a nearly 17 year old boy in the fact that he didn’t have any body hair. Most people, even girls he knew, had at least a very fine layer of hair covering most of their bodies. Pietro didn’t. Aside from his eyebrows and the hair on top of his head, he was completely bald. He’d just never grown any hair, not even under his arms or around his groin. There was no grass on the infield, as a doctor had once said.

He’d always assumed it was something to do with his mutation. Maybe it made him more aerodynamic or something. Whatever it was it made his skin more sensitive to sensation and he wondered how Kurt’s fully furred body would feel rubbing up against his own. He shivered. He’d bet it felt good.

Then he was struck with the notion that he didn’t really know if Kurt was fully furred. After all, just how far did the fur go down? What did it look like? What would it feel like under his palm? Did he have pubic hair or just fur? If the hardness he’d felt up against his when they kissed was anyway to judge then Kurt, like Pietro, was very decently sized (definitely nothing to sniff at) but he wondered how it felt. What it would be like to feel it twitching under his palm?

Pietro shook his head, mentally berating himself for his thoughts. He was off to a great start, he snorted with sarcasm. He was supposed to be trying to forget Kurt, not trying to guess what it would feel like to hold Kurt’s dick.

He glared down at his cock, which had reacted to his thoughts, and returned to full hardness just waiting for Pietro to take it in hand. Pietro did his best imitation of one of Kurt’s growls at his disobedient member. He’d just got off on thoughts of Kurt once. He wasn’t going to do it again. Things were already bad enough.

No, he was going to have a shower, a very cold shower, then he was going to school and he was going to think about Kurt as little as possible. His cock twitched and bobbed with his thoughts as if laughing at him. Pietro groaned in annoyance before stomping off to the bathroom to try and keep to his plan.

Pietro wasn’t the only one having problems with his errant thoughts. Kurt too had woke up to discover sticky sheets and fading images and sensations of Pietro’s hands caressing him to climax. Unlike Pietro though, Kurt had immediately ported to the laundry room, bundling his covers and sleep shorts into the washer, not wanting any evidence to be found proclaiming the sexual nature of his dreams. He then ported directly into the bathroom, which luckily was empty at this early time of the morning, proceeding to wash the evidence off of his fur.

When finished he went to his room to get dressed. The others would be getting up soon and fighting over the bathroom. Once dressed, he ported to the kitchen. Only Rogue and Logan were there. Kurt wondered if they could tell just by looking at him, if they would just somehow know how much had changed for him since last night, but they didn’t seem to notice.

Rogue wisely left Kurt alone, knowing how grumpy he was in the mornings, only proclaiming her surprise that he was up at all. Logan grunted slightly over his coffee cup and newspaper. Logan wasn’t much for mornings either.

Kurt settled himself with a bowl of cereal, stirring it absent mindedly. For the first time ever he wasn’t even really hungry. His mind was too twisted with thoughts of Pietro that kiss and his dreams. He felt the faint stirrings of arousal that came with thoughts of Pietro.

He saw Logan's head come up from his paper slightly and sniff before deliberately looking at Kurt. Kurt felt his face heat up as a mauve blush spread across his blue cheeks and he ducked his head to look down into his cereal, avoiding Logan’s gaze. He tried to stamp down on his thoughts, suddenly remembering that Logan’s senses were even more developed than his own, and he could smell Kurt’s arousal. Kurt choked down a few more spoonfuls of his cereal before washing his dish and porting to his room, away from Logan’s knowing gaze.

He had to get control of himself. Hadn’t he decided just last night that things between Pietro and himself couldn’t go anywhere? He had to stop these thoughts but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. Every couple of seconds, he could feel his thoughts drifting to Pietro, remembering their kiss and the feelings it had evoked from inside him.

He found himself musing on silly things like the graceful way Pietro always moved or that smile that he’d sometimes seen when Pietro was talking to someone other than the X-Men or the Brotherhood, not a smirk or a sneer as they so often saw, but a real smile. Pietro had a beautiful smile. It seemed to light up his whole face and Kurt found himself wanting to be the one to put that smile on Pietro’s face.

Kurt was unable to escape his musings and went through his day in fog. No matter how hard he tried, thoughts about the white haired speedster would keep popping into his mind. Everywhere he went, everything he did, Pietro was there in his mind, tormenting him with feelings and ideas that he shouldn’t be having.

‘Ahhh, verdamment.’ he had to stop these thoughts or he was going to drive himself insane. He knew the others were concerned about him. He’d gone through the whole school day so far, jumpy and skittish, mumbling lame excuses for his behaviour. They thought he was just reacting to his near death experience the night before. Kurt didn’t even want to know how they’d react if they knew what he was really thinking about.

He was just lucky that he hadn’t run into Pietro yet. He had no idea how he was going to react. He was so caught up in his thoughts as he scampered away from Rogue’s, Scott’s, and Kitty’s concerned gazes to get to class, he wasn’t paying attention as he turned the corner and ran smack straight into another body, knocking them both on their asses. Books scattered everywhere. He looked up to apologise, only to have his eyes blink like saucers as he realised he just bumped into the very same person he’d been trying all day to avoid, and he was looking into the wide shocked eyes of Pietro himself.

Pietro was having a terrible day. It had started with his early morning Kurt induced orgasm and pretty much gone to hell from there. He’d been yelled at in every class because he hadn’t been able to pay attention, his mind too distracted, thinking about Kurt. The other boys in the Brotherhood had noticed that something was up with him. He was too quiet and they were pressing him to know what was wrong. Pietro was too busy stressing to listen to their concern.

He’d successfully managed to avoid seeing Kurt all day so far, but they had the next class together, and he had no idea what he was going to do. He managed to shake off Toad and the others, striding quickly down the hall towards class. He glanced back at their concerned expressions, not noticing the body rushing round the corner as they collided together.

‘Damn it.’ he thought as he landed on his ass from the impact, his books flying across the floor. He should have been watching where he was going. He lifted his head to say sorry when his mouth ran dry as a bone and his eyes widened in surprise. It was Kurt, out of all the people in this rotten school. He had to literally run into the one who he’d kissed and been obsessing over all day long.

He saw Kurt’s eyes grow large as their gazes locked. They were both still sitting there on the floor, mouths open and staring at each other like idiots. He vaguely heard the Brotherhood and Kurt’s friends asking if they were alright. Their presence registered with his senses and he felt a blush creeping up his face and he watched as a similar blush made its way across Kurt’s cheeks. He wouldn’t have thought the hologram could show things like that. They both immediately scrambled to their feet, frantically apologising and trying to gather each other’s books from their places across the floor.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean... I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Pietro stammered out trying to control his blush.

“Nein, it was mein fault. I vasn’t paying attention.” Kurt immediately assured, his voice shaky and nervous as he reached for a book at the same time as Pietro did. They both gasped at the spark of electricity that tingled through their bodies at the contact, both jerking apart. Pietro cleared his throat nervously as Kurt gulped and licked suddenly dry lips.

Pietro’s attention immediately focused on that pink tongue as it darted out of Kurt’s mouth and lingered on his lips. He let out a shuddering breath, feeling his cock twitch as he was suddenly inundated with memories of how that tongue had felt massaging his.

Kurt felt that same slow heat from before creeping up on him and he felt his blush intensify as he realised where Pietro’s gaze was placed and what he had done. He saw Pietro’s eyes glaze over at the memories of the kiss that he knew Pietro was thinking about. He felt a tingling in his groin and he panted slightly as Pietro’s heated gaze met his own.

“Traurig (translation: sorry).” he mumbled, trying to snap himself out of it as he handed Pietro his books, being careful not to allow their hands to brush. Pietro did the same, handing Kurt his. They both stepped back, trying to put some distance between them, and they noticed the surprised expressions on the faces of their separate team mates.

“Yo, you ok, dawg?” Toad asked Pietro, his face concerned and confused.

“Yeah I’m fine, just fine. I have to get to class.” Pietro said stumbling over his words. God, if they hadn’t been worried about him before, they were sure to be now. He could see the confusion on theirs and the X-Men’s faces.

He understood it. Only a couple of days ago, if he and Kurt had bumped into each other like this, it would have immediately dissolved into a screaming match right here in the hallway, but instead he and Kurt had sat on their asses, staring at each other before turning into a pair of bumbling idiots, fumbling about and apologizing. No wonder the others were surprised.

Oh god, had they noticed how he and Kurt had looked at each other after they had touched? Had they recognised the feeling burning in both their eyes? Christ, he hoped not.

He wasn’t sure he could cope with this. He was supposed to be forgetting about Kurt. Why was it so fucking hard? He gave Kurt one last glance before turning to walk down the hall. He saw Kurt turn in the opposite direction and doing the same.

“Umm, guys, don’t you two, like, have the next class together?” Kitty asked.

“Yeah, yo, and weren’t you going to English? Which is that way?” Toad asked, pointing down the hall that neither he, nor Kurt, had been heading down. Pietro felt the heat in his face begin to rise again as he and Kurt both sent a panicked glance at the other. Damn, what was he doing? They definitely had to be getting suspicious now.

“Oh-yeah-thanks-i-forgot-for-a-second-the-fall-must-have-knocked-something-loose-see-ya-later-bye.” Pietro rushed out before speeding off to class, wanting to get away before he said or did something else to make himself look like a fool. Kurt gave his friends a sheepish smile as they watched Pietro disappear in a blur.

“Ja, I’d better get going too. See you after school.” he said before walking off after Pietro.

“What was that all about, yo? I mean, not that I miss the headache or anything, but that ain’t normal.” Toad said as the two departed. Lance shook his head.

“I dunno. Pietro’s been acting weird all day.”

Rogue, hearing their comments, decided to speak up. “They’re probably both still a bit freak’t after yesterday.” she said. Toad, Lance, and Freddie looked at her.

“Yo, what happened yesterday, dawg?” Toad asked. Rogue looked at him, surprised.

“Didn’ Pietro tell y’all? Kurt nearly got crush’t by a heap uh metal and Pietro push’t him out uh tha way. He probably saved his life. Ah guess that’s why they’er both actin’ so weird. Ah mean, somethin’ like that has got t’ change thin’s, no matter how much they argued before.” she said, nodding her head as she mused.

The Brotherhood looked at her, surprised. Pietro hadn’t said a thing yet. It would explain a lot. Something like that would change how they saw each other and it would explain why they were both so awkward. After all, what do you say to the guy you’ve hated for months after he’s saved your life, or in Pietro’s case, after you’ve saved his?

The Brotherhood felt themselves relax. They had been worried at Pietro’s behaviour, but now they knew he was probably just freaked over what he’d done. He’d be fine.

“Yeah, dawg, that’s gotta be kinda awkward, yo.” Toad said as the others nodded, walking off as the bell rang.

Kurt berated himself for allowing himself to get so ruffled in front of the others. Is this what he was going to be like around Pietro from now on? Verdamment, they were sure to figure things out. He needed to get his head straight. He chuckled absently at his unintended pun because that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wasn’t straight. He was gay and he wanted Pietro and now didn’t know how to act around him and couldn’t go two seconds without remembering their kiss and how it made him feel.

He walked through the classroom door just as the last bell sounded. He saw Pietro sitting at his seat by the window, three rows back. His seat was on the opposite side of the room, 2nd row back. They sat apart in all their classes together to avoid arguments in class. Kurt sat down and felt someone’s eyes on him and he glanced over his shoulder at Pietro. He briefly caught Pietro’s eyes before Pietro quickly looked away blushing. Kurt felt heat rise inside him. He bet Pietro didn’t realise just how attractive he was when he blushed.

The teacher turned from the board as the last stragglers arrived.

“Alright, everyone, pick up your stuff and get up. Come and stand against the wall.” everyone muttered in confusion whilst they did as the teacher said, picking up their things before walking over to the wall by where Kurt usually sat. When everyone was up, the teacher spoke again.

“Alright, it seems more than a few of you aren’t giving me your full attention, so I’ve decided to shake things up a bit and reassign your seating.” groans were heard throughout the room as people realised they were unlikely to be sitting near to their friends.

“Now I don’t want to hear any moaning. The placements are totally random. I picked them out of a hat last night. Ok, we’ll start in the far right hand corner by the wall. Melissa Edwards, congratulations, that’s your new place. Ok, were doing this from right to left people. Next, Tobey Johnson, now I know how tempting it is to goof off in the back row, but remember I’ll be keeping an eye on you Mr. Johnson.” the teacher continued on, waiting for each person to get to their seat.

“Next Jason Freeman, Kurt Wagner, Pietro Maximoff. Congratulations, Mr. Maximoff, you get the window seat. I trust that you won’t abuse it.” the teacher continued as Pietro made his way to his seat.

He could see Kurt stiffen as the teacher had named his placement. He looked out the window, trying not to look over at Kurt, who was so close. He wondered briefly if the world was out to get him.

It was no good, he had to look. He looked down at his notebook, trying to discreetly observe Kurt out of the corner of his eye. He could see Kurt’s long legs stretched out under the desk. Moving up he saw the slight lump that told him Kurt had his tail wrapped around his waist. Kurt’s left elbow was propped up on the desk, while his other hand absently fiddled with a pen and Pietro found himself remembering how strong those arms were and how muscled that chest was under the hologram. He lifted his gaze higher, only for his eyes to meet Kurt’s, who had apparently been watching him too. He felt that pleasurable tingle go through him that he was slowly getting used to and he forced his gaze onto the teacher, who was down to the last few students on his list.

Verdamment! Kurt thought Pietro had caught him looking. He hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d tried to keep his eyes elsewhere, he really had, but in the end he’d given in.

He’d started playing with his pen as he tried to surreptitiously observe Pietro. He’d found himself admiring the tightness of Pietro’s jeans, showing off his lean well muscled legs, leading up to his chest, and how his tight ¾ length sleeve shirt clung to his muscles in such a flattering way as he began to feel that now familiar heat rise within him. He’d raised his gaze to Pietro’s face, only to be caught when their eyes met and he’d quickly looked away, feeling himself blush and wondering if Pietro had seen what else Kurt had been observing.

The whole lesson went on like this. Needless to say, neither of them had paid the class much attention, their gazes wandering back and forth observing the other. By the time the lesson finally came to an end, both boys were fit to burst, having worked themselves up with hot admiring looks and knowing that the object of their thoughts was only a meter away. Both were looking resolutely ahead, their gazes glazed and miles away with memories, their jaws tense as they both desperately tried not to give in and look at the other.

Pietro was going insane. He had locked his eyes on the clock, counting down the seconds till the bell would ring. He had to get away. He had to get out. He wasn’t even looking at Kurt, but it was like he could feel him such a short distance away, like standing next to a furnace and feeling it’s heat radiating out onto you.

His brain was rebelling on him, his intentions of last night to ignore his feelings obviously not working, his brain tormenting him with images of him simply pouncing on Kurt right here in the middle of class and just giving in to the desires waging war inside of him. He gave a sigh of relief as the bell rang, signalling the end of class, and he only just managed to stop himself from using super speed to get his things together as the teacher spoke.

“Alright everyone, that’s all for today. I want you to read chapters two and three for next week’s lesson. Mr. Wagner, Mr. Maximoff may I have a word with the two of you?” he said, gesturing to them as they had started to file out. Both boys looked to each other with the same slightly panicked expression.

Kurt was freaking out. The teacher wanted to talk to them. Why? Oh gott, had he noticed something? What had he noticed? Did he know that Kurt had been sitting there for the last 10 minutes imagining throwing Pietro to the ground and molesting him right there in front of everybody? Kurt shook his head.

He was being silly. Mr. Murray couldn’t possibly know that but he’d obviously noticed something. Kurt swallowed thickly. He had to stop thinking about these things. What happened to his plans to forget about Pietro? He watched anxiously as the last person left the room, leaving him and Pietro alone with the teacher.

“Alright you two, I held you back because I wanted to discuss your behaviour today.” Kurt and Pietro both stiffened waiting to hear exactly how much the teacher had noticed.

“Now you’re two of my brightest students, but I sensed a marked lack of attention from both of you today. I would think it was the seating shuffle, but I didn’t notice either of you saying a word to the other.” both boys held in a sigh of relief. He hadn’t noticed their preoccupation with each other, just that they weren’t paying attention to him.

“Now I’m going to assume this was a temporary distraction on both your parts, one that you will have both gotten over in time for my next class. You’re both now free to leave. Have a nice evening and don’t forget to read those chapters for your next class. You may like to also re-read the chapter we were doing today to make up for your lack of attention.” Mr. Murray said kindly, ushering the two boys out of his classroom.

Pietro and Kurt both heaved identical sighs of relief as they were pushed out into the deserted hallway, the door closing behind them, before looking at each other and freezing, neither really sure what they were supposed to say.

“Vell I guess I vill see you tomorrow, ja?” Kurt said shakily, trying to sound normal. Pietro looked up at him and gave a nervous smile. He had to get out of here. It was too tempting to just grab Kurt and kiss him here with nobody to see them.

“Yeah-tomorrow-well-I-gotta-go-bye.” Pietro said quickly before running off with his signature speed. If he cut across the sports field by the car park, he could tell the other Brotherhood boys to go home without him. He needed to run. He thought the most clearly when he ran.

Kurt watched the blur as Pietro ran off. He sneakily looked around. Seeing no-one, he ported out to the field by the car park where Scott and the others were probably waiting for him.

The professor had developed a theory while trying to explain Kurt’s powers. It went under the understanding that it may actually be possible for Kurt to port to a person and not just a place. That if he thought hard enough about a specific person in the same way he thought about a place when he ported, he would be able to appear beside them. They had tested this theory enough to come to the conclusion that there was some truth in it, even though Kurt had found it difficult not to simply land on the person, so maybe it was this theory that led to what happened next. Maybe between intending to port to the sports field and having Pietro constantly running through his thoughts it affected Kurt’s port.

Rogue and Kitty were standing beside Scott’s car as Evan played with the radio and Scott fumed about how Jean had caught a ride home with Duncan. They were waiting for Kurt. They had been absently discussing Kurt and Pietro’s odd behaviour and how traumatic it must have been to almost be crushed.

Rogue stared out across the field as she listened to Kitty jabber on. She saw a brief blur that had to be Pietro running across the field before suddenly, her eyes widened as she saw Kurt pop out of nowhere on the far side of the field directly in Pietro’s path.

“Oh mah gawd they’re ganna crash!” she didn’t have time to even get the words completely out of her mouth before she and Kitty watched that exact thing happen, the two of them slamming together, losing their footing and rolling a few feet away from Pietro’s momentum.

“Ooh, that’s, like, gotta really, y’know, hurt, and stuff.” Kitty said as they stood in shock for a couple of seconds before springing into action and running across the car park and field to reach their fallen team mate.

Pietro was running across the field to the car park, trying to clear his thoughts of Kurt, when suddenly, bamf! He saw that Kurt had ported only a few yards in front of him. He tried to stop, really he did, but he was going too fast and he hadn’t been expecting someone to suddenly appear out of thin air. He saw Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise, less than a second before Pietro lost his footing and ploughed into him, the force of his momentum sending them both tumbling head over heels a few times before they rolled to a stop.

Pietro lifted his head dazedly to look at Kurt, whose face he realized was just inches from his. Their eyes locked together and Pietro was immediately hit by the irrepressible urge to pull Kurt’s face that little bit closer and kiss him. Pietro was painfully aware of their position, the way they had landed with Pietro lying on his back and Kurt was straddling his hips with their chests crushed together. He felt his blood rushing downwards, straight to his cock as Kurt shifted slightly, rubbing his ass against Pietro’s crotch. He saw Kurt’s eyes widen further and glaze over as he realised the effect he was having on Pietro and he felt it as Kurt’s own member began to fill in response, pressing into his stomach.

Pietro reached a hand up, fingers tangling with the hair on the back of Kurt’s head, fully intending to pull Kurt’s face that last little bit down to his, when he registered shouting and out of the corner of his eye he saw some of the X-Men running across the field towards them, Kitty and Rogue in the lead. He felt a flood of disappointment fill him as Kurt seemed to have noticed them too. Kurt gave him an apologetic longing glance before abruptly sitting up where he was straddling Pietro, causing Pietro to bite back a pleasure filled moan as Kurt’s motion caused his ass to grind itself even closer into Pietro’s groin. He was panting and Kurt seemed to realise his mistake because he blushed and shuddered slightly before porting off to stand beside him, offering him a hand up.

Kurt didn’t know what had happened. One second he’d been in the hallway, the next he’d been out on the field with Pietro’s surprised face coming towards him at 100 miles an hour. They had collided. He’d closed his eyes and he was knocked straight off his feet. They tumbled before coming to a stop. He was starting to think god hated him. That was it! God had taken offence at his newly discovered homosexuality and was now punishing him.

He opened his eyes, getting caught in Pietro’s heated gaze. He could feel how close they were. He was hyper aware of how Pietro’s hips felt cradled between his thighs. He shifted slightly and fought back a gasp as he felt Pietro’s hardness digging into his ass.

Mein gott, he was really sitting here straddling Pietro, his ass pressing against Pietro’s rigid cock and he could feel the material of his trousers become taut as heat built in his groin from the sensation, causing him to harden too. He felt Pietro’s hand go round the back of his head, drawing him closer. Oh gott, they were gonna kiss!

His heart was thundering in his ears, his body alive with anticipation, when Pietro seemed to become distracted by something. He followed Pietro’s gaze seeing his friends running across the field towards them and reality snapped back into place. What was he doing? He had been this close to making out with Pietro in the middle of a field right in front of his friends!

His eyes snapped back to Pietro’s, easily reading the disappointment and frustration in them, knowing that Pietro could probably see the longing in Kurt’s own eyes. He sat up straight trying to get some distance between them. Oh gott, big mistake, he thought, as he realised the movement had caused him to press his ass more firmly against Pietro’s hardness, making it twitch and Pietro to raise his hips slightly. Kurt felt his own cock throb in response as he saw Pietro bite his lip and arch his neck, eyes rolling back into his head as he probably fought back his body’s response.

Ok, ok, god, he couldn’t think straight. No more shifting about. He was only making things worse. Then it occurred to him he could just port off. With a puff of smoke he was beside Pietro. He offered him his hand.

Pietro took the offered hand, standing up beside Kurt. He shuffled awkwardly, turning his back to the approaching X-Men, standing slightly oddly, and Kurt realised that Pietro’s tight jeans were not nearly as conductive to hiding his body’s predicament as Kurt’s own baggy combats were. Pietro swallowed thickly, turning his gaze back to Kurt.

“I’d better go. Sorry I hit you, and sorry to leave you with all the questions again.” Kurt smiled reassuringly.

“It’s no problem. It vas as much mein fault. I came out of novhere. You couldn’t have stopped.” Pietro licked his lips, nodding as he let Kurt’s hand fall from his grip. He gave Kurt one last longing look before disappearing, just as Kurt’s team mates reached them.

Kurt sighed as his friends reached him and he tried to adjust his shirt as much as possible to discreetly cover himself. He waved off their concern saying he was fine, it was just bad luck. ja, bad luck, he thought, his body still on fire from Pietro’s closeness and what they had almost done. He found himself wishing desperately that his friends hadn’t been there and hadn’t seen them so they could have done, gott, he didn’t even know what. Maybe he really was losing his mind. He wasn’t sure he could go on like this. He obviously wasn’t going to able to ignore his feelings for Pietro.

Pietro ran all the way home, not quite as fast as he usually would, after all, he was still hard as a rock from having Kurt pressed up against him, having Kurt’s ass grinding into his crotch. Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god-oh-god, this was it. He really was going to lose his mind. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t cope. He wasn’t going to be able to let things fade.

He wanted Kurt too much and it was killing him. His cock was aching from frustrated desire. He ran through the front door and up to his room, not even waiting to see if the others had gotten home.

He lay back on his bed and unbuckled his jeans, pulling down the zipper and releasing his throbbing erection, sighing a little in relief as his cock was relieved of the tight confines of his jeans. Why did he have to wear such tight fucking pants again? Maybe Kurt had the right idea with the baggy combats, even if they did hide his tight firm ass. Pietro groaned, wrapping his hand around his dick as he thought of that ass and how it had felt grinding down on him. He imagined what would have happened if the X-Men hadn’t been there, if they had been alone.

He stroked his cock with a firm fast rhythm, rolling his palm over the head as he imagined Kurt’s lips once more on his, hot and hungry, Kurt’s furred hands under his shirt, caressing his chest and sides, Kurt’s delectable rear, bucking and undulating, pressing into Pietro’s swollen length. He felt his body tingle as he imagined Kurt’s raspy tongue licking its way up his neck in a strong sure stroke. He could feel how Kurt’s erection had dug into his stomach as if it was still there. He imagined Kurt thrusting his hips, rubbing across Pietro again and again.

Pietro let out a howl, his back arching as his orgasm hit him, seemingly out of nowhere, his cum spilling across his fingers and the front of his jeans. He collapsed back in a sated sticky mess, panting harshly as if he was a normal person who had just ran a marathon. He wiped his cum covered hand on his jeans, they were already a mess anyway, and he tried to pull himself together enough to wriggle out of them, finally kicking them off and using them to wipe the cum off of his body where some of it had splattered up his abdomen.

He couldn’t go on like this. His feelings weren’t going to go away. Hell, if anything, it was getting worse. He was going to have to do something. Maybe it was time he actually talked to Kurt about what was going on. He had to try because if he went on as he was now he really was going to go crazy.

He wondered how Kurt was doing. Had the X-Men noticed how long it had taken them to untangle themselves? How closely they had been pressed together? The whole thing probably hadn’t taken more than a minute, but his thoughts had been moving so fast, time had seemed to slow down and for once, he hadn’t minded.

He’d want time to go slowly. He’d wanted it to stop right there with Kurt sitting on top of him, their lips centimetres apart. Christ, had it really only been one day since he and the rest of the Brotherhood had crashed that football game? Since he’d had his eyes opened and his mind blown apart by that first world changing kiss?

He knew he was being sappy and melodramatic but he just couldn’t seem to help it. That’s how he felt, like his entire world had fallen apart and been remade over that one single kiss. All the stress and soul searching that he’d spent the last day wading through all came back to that moment when he’d first pressed his lips to Kurt’s.

He could remember rolling his eyes and laughing when Lance described Kitty’s kisses, but now he got it. He more than got it. The kisses Lance talked about seemed tame in comparison to the feelings Kurt stirred up within him.

He heard the downstairs door slam and Lance and the others calling his name. He sighed, getting up and pulling on some clean jeans. He had better go down there and spend some time with them, let them know that despite his odd behaviour today, he hadn’t in fact lost his mind....yet! He would speak to Kurt tomorrow, he had to. He just needed to get by till then. He sighed, he felt a sort of peace that he wasn’t going to try denying his feelings anymore, that he was in fact going to talk to Kurt, but it didn’t stop visions of shiny blue fur and golden eyes dancing across his mind.

Kurt had a hell of an evening. First, his friends fawning over him to make sure he was alright after his latest literal run in with Pietro. Luckily, they hadn’t noticed anything odd, like the fact it had taken so long for him and Pietro to separate, and he’d convinced them he was fine but he was going to port home, he had some things to do and he was sorry for making them wait for him, and then he’d ported away before anyone could notice that he had still been so hard it hurt. He’d ported in to the mansion’s foyer, where, upon seeing Logan, he had immediately panicked and ported up to his room, hoping the smell of brimstone had covered up anything else the Wolverine may have had time to smell. He’d had a lucky escape. Gott, he could just imagine if Wolverine had smelled him right now, the scent of raging hormones and Pietro all over him.

He collected his wash things. He was going to have to shower before dinner. He couldn’t risk Logan picking up on anything. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, shutting himself in and turning the shower on as hot as he could handle it. He disrobed and stepped into the steaming spray. Gott, even now he was still hard. He’d never been so out of control with his body’s responses in his life and, of course, he still had the feeling of his and Pietro’s almost kiss running around his mind and sending shivers through his body.

He looked down at his erection. It was starting to ache. His idea to ignore his feelings in the hopes that they would fade away had backfired spectacularly as he’d just found himself more and more unable to push the silver haired speedster from his thoughts or to tame his body’s reactions to him. Maybe it would be ok to give in a little, just this once, to take care of the problem. I mean, it couldn’t make things any worse, right? He was already coming apart at the seams.

Kurt reached down, encircling his hardened member, closing his eyes. He pictured himself and Pietro, how they had been just a little while ago, the sensations still so real and vibrant he was able to feel them spreading through his body even now, as he set his hand in motion, pumping his shaft in a firm languid movement as he let his mind go where it pleased, Pietro pinned, spread underneath Kurt’s body. He could still feel Pietro between his thighs, the rush of fire he’d felt as he’d felt Pietro’s erection poking him. His ass clenched now, remembering the feeling, the way he’d felt Pietro’s crotch twitch under him, his own cock twitched now in response.

He imagined himself rolling his hips against Pietro’s, his strong hands pulling him down for that kiss Kurt so desperately wanted. When they had kissed before, he’d noticed how Pietro had tasted of mint and ever since then he’d been acutely aware of how Pietro always smelled slightly of mint. Would he still taste like that? Kurt groaned and sped up his hand’s motion slightly, imagining Pietro’s taste and the sensations that would wash over them, how it would have felt if he had changed his position, sliding back slightly, feeling Pietro’s hard cock against his own.

He saw himself covering Pietro and thrusting against him. The grip around his erection tightened and he got lost in his fantasy of Pietro writhing and bucking underneath him, sharing more of those body shattering kisses, hot and fierce, Pietro pushing his groin up into Kurt’s, his head thrown back, his neck arched, biting his lower lip like he had done when Kurt had sat up, but this time letting out the full throated moan he had been fighting back. Kurt broke out in shivers imagining that sound he bucked into his hand once, twice, three times more, before biting back a strangled howl, spraying his release against the showers tiles. His knees gave out beneath him and he slowly slid down the showers wall to the floor panting, his body feeling weak and shaken.

Kurt sat there for a few minutes, the spray of the water hitting his face. He closed his eyes in resignation. He was going to have to do something about this. He couldn’t continue on the way he was. Maybe if he actually talked to Pietro about what was going on, it was clear that he was as caught up in all this as Kurt, maybe he had some answers.

Kurt stood up and began washing the evidence of his actions off his fur. It was decided. He was going to talk to Pietro tomorrow first chance he got.

Vhat ze hell am I going to say to him? Kurt thought, shaking his head. He had no idea what to say, how he could even go about broaching the subject. Kurt sighed. He was just going to have to hope that something came to mind at the time.

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Well that’s it folks another chapter down, shall I continue?

Rogue’s accent should be a lot better now as the wonderful noxlumen has been helping me a lot to make it more realistic, so three cheers for her.