One More Kiss For The Road

Ok folks, so here’s the big first date, I hope you enjoy it.


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Chapter 5

Kurt was in the shower washing up after the intense danger room session Logan had just put them through. His teammates had been happy to see the return of the happy smiling Kurt they were used to. There were even a few comments on just how good a mood he was in as he laughed and joked with abandon.

After that he had tried to restrain himself a little, but it had been hard. He’d just felt so good. A sense of anticipation and excitement was filling him as the time drew nearer to his date with Pietro. He’d already come up with a story to cover himself, telling the others that he was going to the library to work some more on the same project he was doing at lunch. It wasn’t entirely a lie. He would hopefully be doing some of the same things he had done at lunchtime.

He felt a prickling sensation in his groin as he thought about Pietro’s touch, the passion he felt rising inside him from Pietro’s kisses. He looked down, seeing his erection starting to respond to his thoughts and he debated on whether or not he should give himself some relief before he went to meet Pietro or whether he should just ignore it till it went away. With a small amount of disgust with himself, he decided to take care of the problem, placing his hand around his hardened shaft and firmly pumping it to memories of Pietro’s hands and body moving against his own.

He wondered what it would be like to properly touch those areas that he had, till now, only rubbed up against. Honestly, for someone who hadn’t even given any of this stuff all that much thought before, he was turning into a complete horn dog. He sped up the force of his hand’s motion, sliding his thumb over the sensitive head on every upstroke, imagining Pietro to be the one doing this to him, Pietro’s pale slender hands working to push Kurt over the edge. He felt the electric spark at the base of his spine and tail that preceded his coming orgasm before he bit down on his lip, smothering his impassioned cries as he milked his body of its release, shooting his seed against the shower wall.

As he washed the wall down and re-soaped his own body he was reminded of how he had done this exact thing only last night, but how the feelings surrounding the act were so different now, the shame and desperation gone, knowing that he and Pietro were an item even if nobody else knew about it. He snorted, thinking about how many times he had cum in the last day, three times so far, once when he woke up, once in the closet with Pietro and again just now. He really was becoming insatiable. He found himself wondering if Pietro was having this much difficulty controlling himself.

As it happened, Pietro was having similar problems as he struggled to make himself sit to watch the TV with his friends. His excitement at meeting Kurt making him want to bounce about, forced instead into having to restrain himself to constant chattering. It was ironic really, for guys who had been so worried over his recent quietness they were now grumbling and complaining because he was back to his usual annoying behaviour. He had finally annoyed them so much that they didn’t complain when he went upstairs to shower, where the erotic thoughts he’d been having of Kurt all day caused him to decide to get himself off now in the hopes that he would have more control when he finally met up with Kurt.

He let his mind wander as he stroked himself, replaying their meeting in the closet, remembering the sensations of Kurt moving so sensuously against him. He closed his eyes, seeing the way Kurt looked during his release, his body wild with passionate abandon. The image of Kurt in that moment was enough to pull him over the edge into his own release. He muffled his howl of completion into his forearm as he continued to stroke the last dregs of his orgasm out of his pulsating member.

Once out the shower, he was dithering over what to wear. He’d been on plenty of dates before, but never with a guy. Was he supposed to dress up? They were only going to the park, after all. In the end, he decided on a clean pair of his usual tight jeans combined with a new ¾ length sleeved sweater in a soft shade of dark blue that reminded him of the indigo shade of Kurt’s hair and also brought out the blue in his own eyes.

He hadn’t bothered with coming up with a complicated explanation for the others as he walked out the door, casually waving a goodbye and saying he was off on a date. He just didn’t tell them that the date was with a guy and that that guy was Kurt. The others boys didn’t question him, they were used to him going out on dates and as he never seemed to go out with the same girl more than twice. They’d stopped asking about who he was going with.

Pietro looked at his watch as he walked down the street. It was 3 minutes to seven. He shifted to super speed, running across town, dodging people and traffic with ease, knowing that they wouldn’t have even seen him, the only evidence of his presence a brisk breeze.

He stopped just inside the park gates. He checked his watch. He’d arrived with one minute to spare. He rolled back and forth on his heels, bouncing slightly on his toes as he anxiously waited for Kurt to arrive, his body alive with anticipation. He didn’t have long to wait as he saw a puff of brimstone above him, the smoke clearing to reveal Kurt sitting on the wall by Pietro.

Kurt immediately graced him with a warm smile before slipping off the high wall to land gracefully beside Pietro. He looked Kurt over admiringly. He was wearing black cargo pants and a fairly tight short sleeved burgundy shirt, for once forgoing the usual long sleeved t-shirt under his shirt and leaving his arms exposed so Pietro was able to appreciate Kurt’s lean muscular arms.

Without waiting, Kurt immediately walked over and claimed Pietro’s lips in a sizzling kiss.

“Heya, I vas vorried I vas going to be late. I had a hell of a time shaking off Keety.” Kurt announced as they broke the kiss.

“Well, you’re right on time. Good job, too, or I may have gone off on this date without you.” Pietro teased running his hand up and down Kurt’s uncovered arms enjoying the feel of the fur under Kurt’s hologram. He wished he could turn it off and see the real Kurt, but although the park was pretty much deserted, it was still a public place and they couldn’t risk someone catching sight of Kurt’s real form.

“Hah! It vould have been a pretty boring date if you vere zhe only vun on it. Besides, you know you vould miss mein sparkling personality.” Kurt teased back confidently, giving Pietro one of his trademark cheeky smiles. Pietro pulled Kurt closer and pretended to consider his words.

“Hmm, I’d definitely miss something, not sure if it’s your personality, though. I wonder what it could be?” he said, leering at Kurt before nibbling and blowing lightly on Kurt’s ear as Kurt squirmed in his arms at the sensation.

“Maybe I could help you find an answer to zhat.” Kurt said breathily before catching Pietro’s lips for another drugging kiss that sparked his senses and made him tingle. When they finally broke apart, panting for breath, Kurt smirked wickedly.

“Does zhat help you answer your question?” he purred. Pietro laughed.

“Ohh yeah, I think that pretty much answers it.” Pietro said huskily, about to pull Kurt in for a repeat when he heard a bunch of guys jeering out of their car windows as they drove past and he realised they were still standing in the entrance of the park. He let Kurt go and started to walk away down the path before looking back over his shoulder at Kurt, still standing in the entrance.

“You coming?” Pietro said, continuing to walk Kurt smiled cheekily.

“I don’t know, maybe I vill just stay here and enjoy zhe view.” Kurt said teasingly, tilting his head to one side and pointedly watching Pietro’s ass as he walked in front of him, causing Pietro to laugh.

“Hey! I thought I was meant to be the one that did that.” he called back as Kurt jogged to catch up with him.

“You are, but zhere is no reason vhy I can’t enjoy zhe same pleasure and it is such a nice view.” Kurt smiled, giving Pietro’s body a very obvious once over.

“Well, far be it for me to deny you such a privilege.” said Pietro, feeling himself blush with pleasure. Ok, yeah, he knew he was a good looking guy, but having Kurt affirm that he liked Pietro’s looks made him feel like a giddy schoolgirl getting her first compliment.

Kurt was walking along side him now and he felt unaccountably nervous as he reached over, slipping his hand through Kurt’s as they walked. He let out a sigh of relief as Kurt looked down at their joined hands before giving him one of those shy smiles that he was quickly coming to love.

It was different to holding a normal persons hand. For a start, he could feel Kurt’s soft fuzz underneath his fingers and because of Kurt’s oddly shaped hand, they couldn’t link fingers the same way you would with a normal person. So Pietro was sort of holding Kurt’s left hand with his right, his thumb between Kurt’s first finger and thumb and his index finger between Kurt’s two fingers and his others digits curling round the side of Kurt’s hand. It was unusual but nice.

He knew that most people wouldn’t have him pegged for a hand holder but he liked the simple pleasure of it. He gave Kurt a shy smile in return before they started talking about mundane things as they walked along, enjoying the feel of Kurt’s hand in his and the sense of rightness that washed over him.

Kurt was starting to feel a little dippy. When Pietro had reached for his hand he’d been surprised but pleased, not really expecting Pietro to be the type to go in for that sort of thing, but it felt so nice. It was such a small thing, really, but it felt so special to him.

He’d had to go most of his time since he arrived at the Institute avoiding peoples’ touch in case they felt his fur and even the ones who knew about how he looked avoided touching him. He recalled sadly how even Kitty still cringed away slightly whenever he got too close. Maybe it was because of how he looked that he found the small simple touches people gave each other so important and even though he and Pietro had touched a lot during the last few days and Pietro had confirmed that he found Kurt attractive, fur and all, this simple holding of hands felt so special. It felt like a confirmation that Pietro liked his touch and really didn’t mind the way he looked, not as part of a passionate embrace, but just for the simple pleasure of having contact. It made him feel giddy.

The boys spent the next few hours this way walking round the park, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything, simple mundane things, really, each other’s favourite colours, favourite movie, least favourite movie, favourite foods etc, etc, stopping every so often to kiss. They’d even sat on the park benches for a while, engaging in a heated make-out session, blushing furiously when they had gotten caught by some old guy out walking his dog, who’d started grumbling as he walked away about youngsters and public acts of indecency, which made them laugh.

They had only been kissing. Ok, so maybe Pietro had been straddling Kurt, who was sprawled across the benches seat, but it was still only kissing. They had managed to restrain themselves from going any further, their kisses getting more and more passionate as the clock started to roll around to 10 o’clock, both knowing that they would have to go home soon and wouldn’t be able to see each other till the next day.

Pietro was drowning in Kurt’s kiss. He didn’t want the date to end. It had been simple, but perfect; exactly what he’d always thought a first date was supposed to be like. Conversation had flowed easily but they had been perfectly comfortable in their occasional silence and the kisses, oh man, the kisses! Stopping himself from going further with Kurt was going to be harder than he thought as every little thing Kurt did seemed to spark his arousal so easily.

He knew they should be leaving now, Kurt had a curfew to keep, but every time he pulled back from a kiss and saw Kurt’s face flushed and his eyes sparkling with arousal, he’d end up pulling him back for more. Finally, Kurt put a halt to their kisses, stepping back and putting some distance between them, smiling and eyes alight with passion. Pietro had to physically stop himself from pulling him back to continue.

“Ok, I really do have to go now. If I get caught, zhere vill be hell to pay, literally. If Volverine catches me and smells you all over me…” Kurt panted, laughing as he avoided Pietro’s insistent hands.

“Yeah, I know. I just wish we could stay out longer and just so you know that whole smelling people thing Wolfie does is kinda gross.” Pietro said wrinkling his nose as he forced himself to keep his hands off Kurt’s body.

“Yeah, I know it’s a pain because I’m spending most of mein time showering so he doesn’t smell you on me and please never call him zhat to his face. I don’t vant to deal vith a sliced and diced boyfriend, thank you very much.” Kurt said laughing. Pietro’s eyes lit up at Kurt’s words. They hadn’t used the word boyfriend before, both being unwilling to say it first and put a name to what they were doing.

“Is that what I am, your boyfriend?” Pietro asked shyly. Kurt gulped, suddenly nervous, realizing what he had just said.

“I zhink so. I mean, if you don’t mind, if you vant to be.” Kurt whispered, suddenly self conscious. Pietro smiled bashfully.

“I don’t mind. I want that. I think boyfriend sounds pretty good.” Kurt’s eyes lit up happily at Pietro’s admission.

“Zhat’s good. Vell, I had better go now. I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” he said, running his fingers through his hair as he tried to gear himself up to leaving. Pietro nodded sadly before grabbing Kurt’s wrist, pulling their bodies close once more.

“How about one last kiss for the boyfriend?” Pietro grinned hopefully. Kurt laughed.

“Ok, but zhis really has to be zhe last vun ozhervise I vill get into trouble.” Kurt said before giving into Pietro’s demanding lips.

It was 15 minutes later that Kurt ported directly into the Institutes bathroom, using his powers before he ported to tell that it was empty. He was nearly 20 minutes over curfew. He turned the shower on, stepping into the spray, hoping that if anyone heard him that they would think he had gotten back in time and was now just taking a shower. He allowed the water to soak into his fur. Showering so often was becoming a nuisance but it was necessary if he wanted to avoid being found out by Wolverine.

He soaped himself up as he fondly replayed their date. It had been amazing. He’d never actually been on a date before, unless you counted the Sadie Hawkins dance with Amanda. It had been everything he could have hoped for even though his body was frustrated with the release that it kept being denied when he and Pietro were together, but they were both determined to take things slowly.

He wondered how long you were supposed to wait before becoming more intimate in a relationship. It wasn’t like they couldn’t talk to each other. They had proved they could. He liked talking to Pietro, seeing him smile hearing him laugh.

He was quickly learning there was a lot more to Pietro than most people probably realised. Quite a few people knew that Pietro was smart but how many of them knew that Pietro’s favourite subject was English literature and that he wanted to go to university and study to be a writer? That he’d already written a few stories that by his own admission weren’t very good?

He had asked Pietro to let him read one of the stories. They could well be better than he thought they were but Pietro said he wasn’t really ready for anyone else to read them yet but he’d promised the second he was that Kurt could be the first one to read them. He doubted many people knew that. It was something Pietro had only shared with him. He knew he hadn’t even shared that information with the guys he lived with.

Kurt had told Pietro about how much he loved to draw and paint but how his real fascination lay with computers, how he would like to work with them for a living but how it was unlikely to happen as the shape of his hands made operating a standard keyboard too difficult. He knew things were happening fast between them but everything just felt so right he found himself easily trusting Pietro with his secrets, things he hadn’t even told his friends at the Institute, and the feel of being in Pietro’s arms it was thrilling and wonderful and at the same time he found a peace there that he’d never really felt before. As he got ready for bed he found himself musing on the feelings Pietro inspired inside of him, hoping he’d be able to hold onto what he’d found for as long as possible and he wouldn’t be forced to lose it when they were finally caught.

It was over two weeks later and the two boys had gotten into a pattern of making excuses and sneaking off to be together as often as possible. Between them they had switched seats so that all the classes they had alone together they sat beside the other. They shared small smiles and brief brushes of their hands between classes and, when they couldn’t sneak off together at lunch, they watched one another whenever possible across the cafeteria when they though no-one was watching. They’d had to forgo seeing each other some evenings so as not to cause suspicion over the fact that neither of them was ever around. The toll of constantly lying to everyone was starting to lay heavily on them, especially Kurt, but neither could bring themselves to stop what they were doing and both were still too afraid to risk everyone’s reactions to the truth.

They had both worried what they were going to do the next time the Brotherhood and the X-Men had a skirmish but they had neatly solved that problem with a simple game of ‘catch me if you can’. Kurt would port to the far reaches of the fight and challenge Pietro to catch him, whereby Pietro would immediately give chase and Kurt would port further and further away, seemingly just beyond Pietro’s reach till they were well out of sight, where they would simply wait and maybe share a few kisses as they waited for the fight to be over, being careful not to let their ardour carry them too far as it was one of the only times Kurt could get away with smelling of Pietro as everyone would assume the two had been wrestling. It was quite ingenious, really, and they were proud of themselves for coming up with it.

The best day had been last Sunday, though. Kurt had skipped out of the mansion early, saying he wanted to spend some time to himself, and they had been able to spend the whole day together. Kurt had done several ports in quick succession, taking them into the city, where they had been able to relax and were able to be with one another openly without worrying about anyone they knew seeing them.

Their first port of call had been to get something to eat as all Kurt’s porting to get there with a passenger in tow had drained his energy reserves, but after a large meal he’d been wide awake again. They’d walked hand in hand through the streets of the city and Central Park, talking and laughing with each other, sharing the occasional sweet kiss, and nobody had even batted an eyelash. They had found an ice-cream parlour and shared one of those giant ice-cream explosions that had about 22 different flavours and was meant to be shared by four people, teasing each other with bites from the others spoon and playing footsie under the table as Kurt offered Pietro the cherries, which were his favourite, and Pietro feeding Kurt the sugar waffers, which was his. It was sickeningly sappy and neither had ever been happier in their lives.

They had even gone to see a movie and promptly missed the whole thing as they spent the entire thing making out in the deserted back row of the cinema. As the time came round for them to go home they hadn’t been able to take their hands off each other, neither wanting to go back, knowing it could be quite some time before they were able to have a whole day together like that again, but in the end Kurt had ported them back and they’d gone their separate ways, promising to go into school early the next morning and sneak off to spend some more time together.


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