Blueshift
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Blueshift Chapter Five (NC-17)
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“What do
you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing
your neck… what did it feel like?”
“Like you’re
kissing my neck… I’ve got homework to finish!”
“Spoilsport,”
Bobby’s bed, naked as the day he was born.
Bobby hid a
grin. “Well, tonight it has to be. This
is due Monday morning and I have no idea how to conjugate in Spanish.”
“I can show
you how to conjugate,”
leered, rolling onto his hands and knees, crawling forward to kiss Bobby’s arm
while he sat at the desk next to the bed.
“In French, at that!”
bright red. “Ah, I see my double
entendre was not for naught!”
“Smart ass,”
Bobby groused, slamming his text book shut and glaring unconvincingly at his
boyfriend. “I’m blaming you if I fail
Spanish.” He leaned back in his chair
and folded his hands behind his head, making a show of relaxing.
“Not only
am I smart ass,”
have quite a nice one at that…”
He kissed Bobby’s arm again, adding, “If you fail Spanish, it’s because
you wait until the last minute to study and assume watching Telemundo
will somehow trigger the latent Spanish language gene.”
“Hey now,”
Bobby pouted teasingly, “you’re supposed to be supportive…”
grasped his sex, not hard yet but definitely on its way.
Spanish…”
“I thought,”
we’d already determined that.” He edged
closer to the side of the bed, stretching out to brush a kiss against the
inside of Bobby’s thigh. “And I’m not
going to be very helpful when it comes to making it to bed before curfew,
either.”
Bobby bit
his lip to keep from gasping as St John’s attentions became more insistent, his
touch and kisses lingering a bit longer each time, finally culminating in his
mouth covering the head of his length in a long, wet kiss.
“
really a good idea?”
“
reverberating along Bobby’s length, sending trills of pleasure directly to his
spine, or so it seemed.
John
laving and sucking as he did, cupping the soft sac of flesh at the base of his
arousal and squeezing gently. Bobby
arched slightly, parting his thighs as he gasped, his arousal pulsing with need
in
had the urge to pause and urge Bobby to be quiet, to warn him that
could hear but he was met with a pang of melancholy guilt when he remembered
that Beast was doing bed check that evening.
Bobby felt
him pause and frowned, reaching to run his fingers down
John’s
okay?” He was answered with a redoubling
of efforts on behalf of
and lips and fingers moving faster and more conscientiously, leaving not
centimeter of sensitive flesh untouched.
Bobby bit down on his lip again, closing his eyes tightly, the wooden
chair digging into the back of his legs and shoulder blades.
meeting in the downstairs study, the event itself having been more of a
courtesy to the students and a way to head off snooping when it was discovered
two teachers were missing in the morning.
After the group had disassembled,
and followed Bobby up to his room and here, two hours later, they were still
not finished with homework and Bobby was well on his way to his second climax
of the evening.
John
feel the tension build in the muscles beneath his hand, his boyfriend’s body
trembling slightly and the salty taste of the clear fluid seeping from his
arousal, a precursor of climax. It would
not be long, he knew, laving and sucking and squeezing, closing his eyes as
Bobby’s barely stifled moans became louder in the quiet room, audible even over
the DVD playing.
Bobby knew
it was useless holding back a moment longer, gasping once, loudly, and arching,
his release spurting into St John’s mouth, the feeling of his lover’s tongue
lapping at him almost too much to bear.
He shivered as his body spent itself,
licking and sucking until he began to soften from his mouth.
bed and pull a blanket up over both of them, time moving at odd intervals as he
regained some composure. Shifting in
John’s
softly as his boyfriend’s fingers trailed up and down his arm.
John
“You were
thinking about
looked horrified, then disgusted. “No, I
know what you mean… It sort of creeps up
on me too. I’m fine until I remember
that I’m supposed to be in the Danger Room with him but…no
around his finger, making
smile slightly. “They’ll bring him back,
though. He’ll be kicking our asses in training by tomorrow night, no doubt.”
“You think
so?”
going to bring Emma back to fill in the sessions soon…”
brow. “You’d think Banshee would’ve been happier to hear it.”
Bobby
frowned. “They want to fill in the
position? Like he’s never coming back?”
John’s
“
can’t die,”
gently. “He’s immortal, just about.
being grouchy. He’ll be back before long
and be grouchy here in an entirely different way.”
lightly. “Sweetie, I need to scoot
before Beast comes knocking…”
Bobby
nodded and disentangled their limbs, rolling onto his back to watch
John
“Rogue said
run off a lot, and before he came here, he was like a drifter or something… I
guess she’d know. She absorbed him once
and all…” He frowned again and sighed. “Just
didn’t think I’d miss the guy so much.”
“Careful,”
John
might get jealous, you keep talking like that.”
He winked at Bobby and took his leave without a backwards glance,
heading to his own room and cold bed.
Bobby
inhaled deeply and reached for the bedside lamp, glancing out the window before
he shut it off. A bright blue spot in the sky seemed to move slightly in his
vision. _Damn… I’m more tired than I
thought if I’m seeing things move in the sky… or maybe the truth really *is *
out there… _
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television network… Telenovelas are oddly addictive
even if you can’t understand ‘em. Great
if you like watching people get slapped.