Three's Company

I want to say thanks to everybody for all the lovely reviews, you have no idea how nice it feels to know people like what I’m writing so thank you and I’ve said it before but constructive criticism is always welcome so if anybody spots any errors or has any ideas feel free to tell me about them.

#


Chapter 6

Kurt was beyond nervous as he walked into school the next day. He hadn’t said a word to anyone about what had happened. How could he? His friends would have probably thought that he was insane or just making it up. He couldn’t quite believe it himself.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him. In the space of one day he’d gone from never being kissed to having been kissed twice by Pietro and once by Lance. He couldn’t deny what had happened with Pietro but he was starting to wonder if the kiss with Lance was all in his head.

He felt guilty. Lance and Pietro were in The Brotherhood, right? There’s no way that he should be kissing either, never mind the whole them being guys issue.
He could accept that maybe he was attracted to guys. It scared him a little, but he could accept it. But they were the enemy. What would Scott and Evan say if they knew?
Ok, so he could excuse that first kiss with Pietro. It had been a bet, nothing more, and he could pretend that Lance’s kiss was nothing more than his fevered imagination, but he couldn’t deny what had happened after gym. That hadn’t been just a kiss. It had been a full on make out session which, to his shame, had turned him on beyond belief.

By the time he made his way to his third class, he was jumpy with nerves. He hadn’t seen either boy yet and had no idea how he was supposed to act around them. Should he pretend it had never happened? He knew he had his next class with Lance and he couldn’t help but wonder if Pietro had told his friend what had happened.


Lance couldn’t remember why he’d chosen to take live art this year. He was terrible at it. A five year old doing finger painting could probably come up with better pictures that he did. Pietro had made him laugh because as soon as he’d heard that Lance and Kurt shared this class he’d gone straight to the teacher offering himself as a nude model. Needless to say the teacher had declined the nude part, but she had surprisingly taken him up on the model part.

Kurt’s face had been a picture as he walked into class to see Pietro sitting on a pedestal in nothing but his jeans, but he’d merely blushed before getting down to work and beginning to draw. Lance was rather enjoying the permanent blush that was gracing Kurt’s cheeks throughout the lesson and he mused on what a pity it was that the teacher had refused to make this a nude portrait. Kurt would have probably had a heart attack.

Kurt sucked in a deep steadying breath in an attempt to make his fingers stop shaking as he drew. As if it wasn’t bad enough that he could see Lance glancing at him out the corner of his eye, he had Pietro standing there topless right in front of him and he was expected to study the other boys form so he could draw it. His eyes ran across Pietro’s chiselled collar bone and the sculpted muscles of his chest and abdomen and he couldn’t help but remember how just yesterday he’d watched a droplet of water following that same path.

He raised his eyes to Pietro’s determined to stop himself from staring at that pale slender body. Big mistake! Pietro’s misty blue eyes were locked on his, watching him intently. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breath as he was trapped in that magnetic gaze. He licked his lips nervously as those eyes bore into him, searching out all his thoughts, his secrets, his weaknesses.

Lance smothered a chuckle with his hand as he watched Kurt sitting there, completely unmoving, as his gaze locked with Pietro’s and he seemed to become slightly entranced.

“Ok, class, that’s enough for today. Thank you for helping, Mr. Maximoff. I’ll see to it that you get the appropriate credits for this.” the teacher announced.

“Oh it was a pleasure.” Pietro smiled as he climbed down off the dais and moved to grab his shirt, giving Kurt a hot look as he went past. In hindsight he was glad that the teacher had vetoed the nude idea as watching Kurt looking so helpless and enthralled had really turned him on and he wasn’t sure he could have explained away the boner he was sporting. He didn’t think the teacher would have taken being told that he was an exhibitionist as an acceptable answer.

“So how did you do?” Pietro asked silkily walking over to Lance, knowing that Kurt’s eyes were still on him.

“Do you even need to ask? You know I suck at this.” Lance laughed, showing Pietro the weird blobby thing that resembled a donut figure more than it did a human being.

“Ahh, but you suck so well.” Pietro crooned cheekily, suppressing the urge to laugh when he heard Kurt choking a couple of easels away.

“What about you Kurt? How did you do?” Lance called out, a big smile on his face as he turned towards the German boy seeing the deep scarlet blush still blazing on those high cheekbones.

“Um, not so good.” Kurt admitted shakily as he berated himself for being a bad, sick person, but when Pietro had started talking about sucking he couldn’t help but imagine that Pietro was praising Lance for sucking in a way that had nothing to do with art.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Pietro said, casually walking over to Kurt, purposely brushing his chest against Kurt’s back as he looked over Kurt’s shoulder to see what the other boy had done.

“He’s got your musculature right.” Lance commented, taking his own peek. Kurt’s picture actually was pretty good. The only problem was that it was missing a head as when Kurt had attempted to draw that he’d gotten caught in Pietro’s eyes and had ended up sitting there doing nothing.

“Hmm, well, you’ve felt those muscles for yourself so you had a bit of an advantage over the others didn’t you?” Pietro practically purred straight into Kurt’s ear, his breath ghosting across the shell and making Kurt shiver.

“Um, I have to go. Mein friends vill be vaiting for me.” Kurt squeaked abruptly, lunging out of his seat and grabbing his things to scurry out of the classroom for lunch.

“Well, damn.” Pietro huffed as Kurt bolted out the room.

“Too hard, too fast Pie. Ya gotta remember that fuzz ball grew up in the middle of nowhere with nothing but his parents for company. He’s completely innocent, a total virgin. All this is new to him.” Lance shook his head as he gathered his own things together.

“Yeah, I know but this is taking too long. I want him now.” Pietro pouted sulkily, kicking the floor like a little boy being reprimanded.

“It’s been one day, Pie, have a little patience. Come on, I’m hungry. Let’s go get lunch and if we’re lucky the X-Geeks will leave him alone for a minute and one of us can have a little fun.” Lance smiled, giving his white haired boyfriend a wink as he firmly directed him out of the room.

As luck would have, it by the time they’d got their food, the only one sitting with Kurt on the X-Men’s table was Kitty.

“Perfect. You distract Kitty while I play with Kurt.” Pietro ordered and began making his way over to the X-Men’s table.

“Why do I have to distract Kitty? She’ll think I’m interested in her again.” Lance complained as he followed Pietro.

“Well, I suppose I could do it. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll go off in a huff.” Pietro conceded reluctantly. Truth be told, he didn’t want the vapid bitch trying to get her claws in Lance again even if he knew for a fact that Lance wasn’t the type to stray. Well, unless you counted Kurt, but the blue boy was properly sanctioned and agreed on by both of them so he didn’t count.

“Hey Kitty Kat, how’s life on the Geek Squad?” Pietro smirked, sliding onto the bench beside Kitty, drawing her attention away from Kurt beside her.

“Pietro? Lance? Like, what do you guys want?” Kitty asked, confused as the white haired boy sat down beside her interrupting her conversation whilst Lance sat down on the other side of Kurt.

“Hey! Can’t we just talk like how normal people talk? Maybe I just thought it was time our teams started getting along a little better.” Pietro announced with a cheesy game show host smile.

Kurt shuffled nervously as Kitty and Pietro sniped back and forth at each other. Lance had sat down beside him way too close. The other boy’s hips and shoulders brushed his with every movement and he was acutely aware of the other boy’s warmth. He was caught between the urge to shift away and the insane desire to press closer. He swallowed heavily and began chewing his lip nervously as Lance shifted slightly, closing the distance between them even more. He could feel Lance’s hip firmly pressed into his and the taller boy’s thigh was resting alongside his.

Kurt concentrated on steadying his breathing as he reached for his lunch, continuing to eat and trying to ignore the brunette rock tumblers closeness. He nearly choked on the mouthful he was swallowing as he suddenly felt Lance’s large warm hand come to rest on his knee. He shifted uneasily in his seat, his eyes darting around frantically before coming to rest on Lance’s. His breath caught and he licked suddenly dry lips as those chocolate brown eyes held his a heated look making them glow. His skin prickled, his fur standing up on end as he felt Lance begin tracing little circles on his knee with his fingers.

His eyes darted back to Kitty, noticing the way she was totally absorbed in her bitch fest with Pietro. What if she turned around and noticed what was happening? His breath wavered and he started to tremble as he felt Lance’s fingers beginning to trace lightly up and down the seam of his jeans along his inner thigh, those fingers wandering higher with each pass. Electric tingles followed the path of Lance’s fingers, the sensation shooting straight to his groin. To his shame, his cock began to twitch and fill with interest. He was biting his lip so hard in an attempt to stay quiet that he was in danger of drawing blood.

Lance could feel excitement bubbling up inside him. He was so turned on right now and it was making his quickly swelling cock chafe uncomfortably against his jeans. Kurt’s eyes were back on him now those large nearly black orbs wide and unseeing, his breath coming in tiny erratic hitches. Lance felt a bolt of fire go through him at Kurt’s obvious helplessness against what he was doing and he decided to step things up a bit.

He wasn’t the least bit worried about Kitty noticing what was going on under the table. As long as Kurt stayed quiet she’d never know that there was anything unusual happening. He let his fingers trail back down Kurt’s inner thigh before cupping Kurt’s knee within his palm and oh so slowly drawing his hand back up over the top of Kurt’s thigh, allowing his little finger to dip around the inside, firmly pressing against the inseam of Kurt’s jeans as his hand kept its painstaking pace travelling up Kurt’s thigh.

Kurt shivered slightly and repressed the urge to moan as he felt Lance’s large warm hand smoothing up his leg with excruciating slowness. He nearly bit through his lip to smother his own gasp as Lance’s hand reached the top of his thigh and it suddenly felt like tremors were vibrating through his leg directly from Lance’s hand. It had to be Lance’s powers, but he’d never imagined that they could be used in such a way. His cock ached painfully at the sensation, pressing hard against his jeans.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he shuddered roughly as Lance’s strong hand suddenly moved over, gently cupping his jean clad cock and giving it a firm squeeze. The swollen appendage throbbed insistently at the action. He nearly sobbed as he felt Lance’s hand begin to move steadily, moulding his pulsating member. He began to pant as the tremors continued to flow out of Lance’s hand directly into his needy cock.

“YOU ARE LIKE, SUCH AN ASSHOLE QUICKSILVER! Come on Kurt, let’s like, go and find the others.” Kitty ordered, obviously in a snit.

“Vhat?” Kurt breathed uncomprehendingly, his voice shaky as his throbbing cock was suddenly deprived of the warmth of Lance’s palm, leaving him shivering and dissatisfied. A feeling of frustration rolled through him at being taken so far and not being given the release he was pining for.

“Like, what is wrong with you today, Kurt? Get up! We’re leaving!” Kitty demanded haughtily, not noticing Kurt’s glazed eyes or pleasure flushed cheeks.

“Ja...leaving...traurig Kitty.” Kurt panted slightly, trying to pull himself together and letting out the smallest of groans as he stood and his jeans rubbed painfully against his straining erection. He placed his books securely in front of his groin, shooting one last shaken glance at Lance before allowing Kitty to drag him away.

“Well, you looked like you were having fun. Poor blue looked like he was about to pop.” Pietro observed, grinning as he slid up the bench next to Lance.

“If I’d kept it up much longer I think he might have.” Lance smirked, carefully adjusting his denim encased erection. He was hard as a rock from watching Kurt’s shivering responses to his actions.

“Hmm… I don’t think he was the only one.” Pietro leered quickly sliding his pale slender hand over Lance’s straining cock.
“Oh fuck, that feels good. I gotta say you were right about him. It’s amazingly sexy how every little thing seems to surprise him so much. I swear he nearly swallowed his own tongue when I started using my powers.” Lance grinned spreading his legs a little wider to give Pietro’s fondling hand more room.

“You used your powers on him? Oooh Lance, that’s evil. I like it!” Pietro laughed, moving to unzip Lance’s jeans only to have his wrist grabbed in a steel grip.

“Damn it, Pie, not here. You know I don’t go in for the whole doing-stuff-in-front-of-people thing” Lance hissed his eyes darting around worriedly. Whilst he was ok having Pietro grope him a little and torturing Kurt had been fine, he wasn’t real comfortable at the idea of being caught being jacked off in a room full of people.

“Party pooper.” Pietro huffed, zipping Lance back up with a pout.

“Hmm… I wonder if Kurt’s the exhibitionist type.” Pietro pondered, chewing his lip thoughtfully. More than once he’d tried to get Lance to do it out in a public place, but whilst the idea of being caught turned Pietro on, it most definitely turned Lance off.

“I bet he is. He’s innocent and easily shocked right now, but I bet when you get past that bashful demeanour, there’s a wild one underneath.” Lance rumbled huskily, giving Pietro a leer.

“Maybe once we’ve got him where we want him, the two of you can fuck somewhere nice and public while I watch.” Lance suggested his voice low and full of desire at the concept, he might not be an exhibitionist like Pietro but he did have a voyeuristic streak.

“You like that idea, don’t you. The pair of you fucking your brains out right out in the open where anyone could catch you, knowing that I’m right there watching!” Lance purred knowingly as Pietro shivered roughly at the pictures Lance was painting in his mind.

“Fuck yes.” Pietro breathed his eyes glazing over as he imagined ploughing into Kurt’s willing eager body under the bleachers or somewhere with Lance’s hot brown eyes watching them. His cock jumped appreciatively, beginning to fill, a thrill racing up his spine at the notion.

“Our cupboard! Five minutes! Don’t keep me waiting!” Pietro demanded, his blue eyes burning as he turned into a blur disappearing.

Lance chuckled at Pietro’s impatience as he leisurely moved to get up. Thank fuck he and Pietro were already in a relationship, otherwise he’d be relegated to jerking himself off constantly. Chasing after Kurt was too arousing for words. He couldn’t wait for him and Pietro to actually secure the blue furred boy, letting him fully explore the ideas running through his mind. He might have been purposely torturing Pietro with that little scenario, but it had turned him on like crazy too.


#

Hey hope your enjoying it, don’t forget to review if you do and I promise there will be actual sex in the next chapter and Kurt will finally get off but I’m not telling you how (I’m so mean!)