One More Kiss For The Road

Heya, ok I’m warning you now I’ve taken serious artistic license with Kurt’s past and most importantly his parents here, it should tie into something much later in the story but if it doesn’t just regard it as a small point of interest.

Sorry that the chapters a bit short but the next chapter should be longer, and there’s no sexy fun in this one either, sorry guys!


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Chapter 7

Kurt was not a happy elf as he walked up to his room. It was nearly 11:30 and he had promised Pietro that he would drop by. He’d been trying all evening to sneak off but every time he went to leave someone else had grabbed him. He was starting to wonder if they knew where he was planning to go and were deliberately trying to stop him.

First Evan had grabbed him insisting that he watch some new skateboard trick Evan had perfected. Then Kitty had decided she needed help with her algebra homework and apparently Kurt was the only one smart enough to help. Then Scott had distracted him and nearly bored him to death with a long lecture about leading a good example for the new recruits. Next Beast decided it was time for him to have a check-up, he really had tried to run from that one but Wolverine had caught him and dragged him to the medical bay.

Then just to make his day complete Rogue, the one person he could usually depend on to understand that he wanted to be left alone, had cornered him. Apparently, she had accidently got a few of his clothes mixed up with hers in the wash and one of her black tops had run, staining his stuff with black and grey patches. She had then gone off on one about how he should really consider updating his wardrobe, how the Goth look would really suit him. She’d actually got really into the idea.

He was surprised. He’d thought makeovers were really more Kitty’s kind of thing. Apparently not, apparently it was just a girl thing. In his desperation to get away, he’d ended up promising to go shopping with her tomorrow after school so they could replace the ruined clothes, he’d even promised to let her give him a makeover.

“Was die holle I war, das I’m gehend, herauf das aussehen wie ein deliquent zu beenden denkt (translation: what the hell was I thinking i’m going to end up looking like a delinquent)” Kurt grumbled to himself. He looked at his watch sighing. It was exactly 11:30. Pietro had probably given up on him and gone to bed. Kurt pondered whether he should port over or not.

On one hand he had promised to come over, but on the other it was late and he didn’t want to wake Pietro up if he was asleep, but, again on the first hand, he was stressed out and really wanted to see Pietro, but with the way the day had gone so far it wouldn’t be surprising if someone actually came into his room looking for him, which would lead to questions when he got back. Screw it! He thought angrily, he hadn’t seen Pietro all day, his friends were getting on his last nerve and he just really wanted to see his boyfriend he decided, disappearing in a puff of blue smoke.

Pietro lay on his bed looking at the clock. 11:15, he sighed as he got up and got changed for bed, Kurt wasn’t coming. Pietro understood something had probably come up and he hadn’t been able to get away but still he felt a bit depressed. He hadn’t seen Kurt all day and after everything that had happened between them yesterday it was a little disconcerting to have no word.

He pulled back the covers and curled up in the bed, drawing the covers over him. He looked over at his mobile phone that was sitting on his desk. He wished he could call Kurt. The problem was he’d have to call the mansion and whoever answered would wonder why he was calling Kurt and they would probably stand there listening to every word Kurt said.

He was going to have to persuade Kurt into purchasing a cellphone. He couldn’t understand why Kurt didn’t already have one. Even little kids had cellphones but then Kurt had grown up out in the-middle-of-nowhere in Germany. Who was he going to have called? He resolved to nag Kurt about getting a cell the next chance he got. It would make things a lot easier.

He hugged his pillow to him, wishing it was Kurt. He wondered what it would be like to be able to curl up next to each other and drift off, to spend a whole night together. He closed his eyes smiling slightly, imagining it was Kurt’s warm furry body pressed up against him.

He felt his groin tingle as his thoughts continued to drift, thinking about all they had done the day before. It had been amazing and perfect. He only wished Kurt had been able to stay the night.

He’d missed him today. He’d spent most of the evening in his room so that he’d know when Kurt ported in. He huffed irritably, but that hadn’t happened. He wondered what had happened to keep Kurt away. Pietro shot bolt upright in bed and his eyes snapped open as he heard a loud bamf. He smiled widely as he saw Kurt standing there, waving away the lingering smoke, his eyes apologetic.

“I’m sorry if I voke you but I really needed to see you. I’ve been trying to get over here all afternoon but zhe others kept pestering me. I couldn’t get away.” Kurt said, walking towards the bed.

“Hey, it’s no problem. I figured it was something like that and I wasn’t even asleep anyway. I’m glad you came.” Pietro said happily, pulling Kurt to sit on the bed beside him before leaning in for a kiss. The two boys seamlessly came together for a deep searching kiss, they broke apart gasping for air.

“Gott, I’ve been zhinking about zhat all day.” Kurt purred, holding Pietro close.

“Hmm tell me about it. I hate not seeing you.” Pietro mumbled, nuzzling Kurt’s neck as Kurt purred happily.

“So what you been doing all day?” Pietro asked.

“Other zhan missing you? You don’t vant to know.” Kurt huffed, thinking about his rotten day. Pietro looked up, curious now.

“Why what happened?” Pietro asked. His curiosity piqued.

“Just zhe others at zhe mansion, Evan's skateboarding, Kitty's homework, I got a lecture off Scott. I svear zhat guy could bore zhe hind legs off a donkey.” Kurt moaned. Pietro snorted into Kurt’s neck as he saw Kurt’s eyes glaze over with boredom as if he was reliving Scott’s, no doubt, long winded speech.

“Sounds awful.” Pietro consoled. Kurt snorted as he started to get in to his topic.

“Zhat’s nothing Volverine caught me and made me have a check up vith Herr Beast, zhen to top it all off Rogue catches me. Apparently she accidentally destroyed some of mein clothes in zhe wash. Zhen she started insulting mein vardrobe choices and now she’s got it into her head zhat I need a makeover. I had to promise to go shopping vith her tomorrow just to escape and now I’m stuck shopping vith her after school tomorrow and she’s going to end up turning me into a Goth.” Kurt complained despairingly as the full weight of what he’d let himself in for finally hit him. He frowned as he felt Pietro shaking.

“Don’t you dare start laughing.” Kurt threatened dangerously, recognising the sparkle of laughter in Pietro’s eyes. Pietro was in trouble. He’d listened to Kurt lament his day and he’d been sympathetic but the idea of him being dragged around the mall by Rogue and being gothed up was just too funny to resist.

His stomach hurt with trying to hold in the laughter, his shoulders shaking with the effort. It was too much when Kurt threatened him. He just couldn’t contain it any longer as the laughter came bubbling out. Kurt growled, pinning him to the bed, but Pietro couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s not funny, I know, but at the same time it really is. I just never pictured Rogue as the kind of girl to crawl malls and do makeovers. Kitty, yes, Rogue, no way.” Pietro said, trying to console Kurt. The blue furred boy kept his dangerous glare for a second more before chuckling with exasperation.

“Ja, I know, it’s pretty funny. If it had been happening to somevun other zhan me, I vould be falling about laughing too. It’s just, vhat am I going to do? She vas talking about going through mein closet and throwing avay everyzhing. She didn’t like vhen I finally managed to escape.” Kurt groaned helplessly.

Pietro bit back his laughter and started to consider. He’d been tempted to talk about Kurt’s fashion choices himself. Under Pietro’s prompting, Kurt had started fiddling with his hologram so that it looked more like him, something that he hadn’t really cared about before. He’d already adjusted it to show his toned physique and high cheekbones and he was gradually adjusting the length of the hair so it was more like his real length. They had decided that Kurt shouldn’t change everything at once because it would look odd to people who didn’t know about the hologram.

Pietro was very pleased with the results so far as it allowed him to admire Kurt’s muscular body even when they were at school and whilst it showed how tightly some of his clothes clung to his body, most of his clothes were still too baggy and tended to fall into a sort of preppy surfer/skateboarder look, which didn’t really suit him. He tried to picture Kurt all in Goth gear after Rogue had gotten through with him. An image of Kurt in tight black jeans with a tight black ripped t-shirt showing off all his muscles flashed through Pietro’s mind. He felt his cock twitch as he considered Kurt might actually look really good with the Goth look.

“You know, it might not be so bad. I mean, your wardrobe does kind of need updating and the Goth look might actually suit you as long as you don’t let Rogue go overboard.” Pietro said tentively. Kurt raised his eyebrow in indignation. He was about to rip into Pietro when he stopped to think about it. He had been thinking about changing his look for a while now. It was just hard to pick out clothes that fit him right and covered enough skin to stop people feeling his fur, not to mention finding colours that went well with blue.

He thought about what Pietro said. As long as he didn’t let Rogue go too far, the Goth thing might actually work. After all, every colour goes with black and Rogue had the same issues with having to cover her skin all the time. He looked into Pietro’s anxious expression as the other boy waited for Kurt to blast him.

“Maybe your right.” Kurt conceded to Pietro’s surprise. He sighed in relief, oh good, he wasn’t in trouble.

“Really, you’re not mad?” Pietro asked. Kurt shook his head smiling.

“No, you vere right. I have been zhinking about buying some new zhings anyway. I don’t really like most of vhat I’ve got.” Kurt admitted.

“If you didn’t like them why did you get them?” Pietro asked curiously.

“I didn’t buy zhem.” Kurt defended himself. Pietro looked puzzled.

“Huh? What do you mean you didn’t buy them? They’re your clothes. Who else would have got them?” Pietro questioned as Kurt chuckled at his confusion.

“Scott and Jean chose zhem.” Kurt laughed as Pietro’s eyebrows shot up towards his hairline.

“What!?!? Ok, I think this definitely needs an explanation.” Pietro said, trying to understand.

“Vhen I came to zhe Institute, I didn’t have much. Most of mein belongings vere destroyed in zhe fire zhat killed mein parents. Zhe professor gave zhem mein size and sent zhem out to get some clothes for me until mein inheritance came through.” Kurt said a little sadly at the reminder of his parents.

His inheritance had come through months ago. His parents had been very thorough in adopting him. His father had paid for papers to be forged declaring him the legal heir. He’d not only received his parent’s considerable fortune but also his father’s title. None of the other kids at the Institute knew that he was technically a Baron but he had told Pietro. He’d spilled the whole sad tale when they were in New York.

Sometimes he missed the castle. He still owned it but the fire had done a lot of damage. He swallowed down his sorrow at the senseless loss of his parents.

They had been a very religious noble couple that were unable to have children. They had found him when they were out riding their horses by the river and they had claimed him as their own. They had always told him that he was god’s way of answering their prayers.

The castle where they lived was extremely isolated and the most of the staff were from families that had served his father’s family for generations. They had watched the sadness caused when his mother and father were unable to have children, so when his parents returned with him, they had all welcomed him with open arms despite his appearance and had sworn their secrecy.

He’d actually had a really happy childhood which had been cruelly destroyed. One of the stable hands had been a drunk. He’d passed out late at night and accidentally started a fire. It had consumed the old castle.

Many people had died in the blaze, including Kurt’s parents. Kurt had only been saved because of his powers. He’d woken up at the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming. He’d ported to his parent’s room, but his room had been in another section of the castle, the fire had got to them first.

He’d managed to port his parents outside. His father was already dead from smoke inhalation. His mother had died two days later from her burns. He’d always blamed himself for not waking up sooner, for not being able to save his parents. He knew it all sounded like something out of a historical novel but it had been his life and he’d been happy.

Xavier had contacted his parents with the idea of him coming to the Institute a couple of months earlier. They had been considering it. The professor had arranged everything once he knew what had happened. Kurt had still been in shock and hadn’t given a thought as to the technicalities of claiming his inheritance or finding a way to live out in a world that would be afraid of the way he looked. He owed the professor so much.

“God, Kurt I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up those memories.” Pietro said, hugging Kurt tightly to him, recognising the glazed look of pain in Kurt’s eyes as he became lost in the memories. He searched for a way to help pull him out of it.

“It does explain the way you dress though, with those two preps picking your clothes, and I wouldn’t exactly call Scott a snappy dresser.” Pietro said pulling back and giving Kurt a gentle smile. Kurt shook his head, clearing his memories as he let out a chuckle, appreciating Pietro’s attempt to pull him out his melancholy.

“Ja, I know, zhey vere never really vhat I vould have chosen. I just never got around to getting much else. I’ve bought a few things here and zhere but most of vhat I have zhey chose.” Kurt admitted, giving Pietro a genuine smile to let him know he was ok.

“You know, while we’re on the subject of shopping, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” Pietro said, remembering something he had thought of earlier.

“Vhat’s zhat?” Kurt asked, curious.

“You seriously need to buy a cellphone.” Pietro announced. Kurt looked surprised. He’d never even thought of getting one of those things before.

“Vhy?” Kurt asked. He’d never really needed a phone before. If he wanted to speak to someone, he could just port to them.

“Because that way I could call you without having to go through the Institute. Like tonight, you could have sent me a text or something, letting me know you’d been held up. Plus it might be nice to be able to at least talk to you on the days we can’t see each other.” Pietro prompted. Kurt’s ears pricked up. That did sound like a good idea. He hated it when he couldn’t see Pietro. Sometimes he lay there at night just wishing he could hear the sound of Pietro’s voice. When you thought about things like that, it suddenly seemed really silly not to own one.

“Ja, zhat sounds good. I vill get vun while I am out vith Rogue tomorrow.” Kurt promised, grinning at Pietro’s blinding smile.

“Thank god, do you have any idea how irritating it can be trying to catch you when nobody else is around, never knowing when I’m gonna be able to speak to you next? Trust me, this is a wonderful idea.” Pietro said smugly. Kurt smiled devilishly as ideas ran through his head.

“Are you sure you vant me to get a phone? I could end up calling you at all hours.” Kurt teased. Pietro smiled.

“Good, then you can’t be annoyed when I’m pestering you constantly with naughty texts.” Pietro teased back, winking saucily. Kurt’s eyebrows raised.

“Naughty texts? Vhat kind of naughty texts?” Kurt smiled, getting into the idea and running his fingers teasingly up and down Pietro’s leg.

“Hmm, you know, words, maybe a few pictures.” Pietro purred, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and leaning into Kurt’s touch.

“Vhat kind of pictures?” Kurt questioned, intrigued as he began nibbling up Pietro’s neck, his arousal starting to rise.

“Hmm, I don’t know if I should tell you. I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Pietro grinned cheekily, enjoying Kurt’s ministrations on his neck. He gasped in pleasure as Kurt began to suck hungrily on his neck.

“I’m impatient, tell me now.” Kurt joked huskily, sucking a little more on Pietro’s neck before kissing his way up to Pietro’s mouth, holding his lips teasingly back so they only brushed Pietro’s lightly.

“Nope, you’ll just have to wait.” Pietro smirked before sealing his lips over Kurt’s, not willing to wait any longer to feel Kurt’s lips on his. His body tingled pleasurably as Kurt pushed him back into the bed, looming over him. He parted his lips in invitation.

Kurt’s tongue slipped quickly through the gap and tangled with his own. He moaned into Kurt’s mouth as he got more and more into the kiss. He could feel his cock hardening. He raised his hips into Kurt’s, causing Kurt to growl and attack Pietro’s lips more forcefully as they moved sinuously against each other. Pietro could feel Kurt’s hardened member grinding into his own.

They were both panting as Kurt broke the kiss to move back down to Pietro’s neck nibbling and sucking across to his collar bone. Pietro pushed up so that he was sitting up. Kurt sat with their chests pressed close and his legs either side of Pietro’s hips.

Kurt wasted no time before pulling off the white wife-beater that Pietro wore to bed. He felt it as Pietro’s hands scrambled to pull his own shirt off, allowing their hands to roam, caressing each other’s bodies as they got more and more lost in their passion. He felt Pietro’s hands running sensuously through his fur.

He growled deeply as Pietro’s hand ran down his back before massaging the base of his tail. Gott, he didn’t think Pietro realized just how good that felt. It wasn’t quite as sensitive as his dick but it wasn’t far off and he loved the feel of Pietro fondling his tail.

Pietro was lost in a haze of sensation. Kurt’s fur against his skin was a sensation he couldn’t get enough of. He dipped his hand down to fondle Kurt’s tail. He loved the feel of it in his hands and the growling moans it produced from Kurt.

He let his body fall backwards onto the bed, pulling Kurt with him as he fell deeper into the pleasure being caused between them as they moved together. He let out a particularly loud moan as Kurt’s hand dipped under the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, firmly squeezing his bare ass. He felt Kurt’s body freeze at the same time as he heard a toilet flushing next door.

Shit, he’d gotten so caught up in his lust he’d forgotten that his teammates were in the house, probably in their own beds. He panicked, wondering who it was who had gone to the bathroom. Had they heard him and Kurt?

“Kurt?” Pietro whispered holding his breath. Kurt had his head cocked to one side and his eyes closed, obviously listening.

“Shh.” Kurt said as he let his senses out, using his powers to see outside the room, something he realised he should have done when he first arrived to determine where everyone was. Lance and Freddie were both in their beds, fast asleep if their heartbeats and Freddie’s vaughnarian snoring were any indication. It was Toad who had been in the bathroom.

He watched, unmoving as Toad stumbled back to his room and crawled back into bed. He waited, listening to Toad’s breathing and heartbeat slow into sleep before he let out a relieved breath. That had been close. They needed to be more careful, he opened his eyes looking into Pietro’s wide frightened ones.

“It’s ok, it vas Toad. He’s gone back to sleep now.” Kurt assured. Pietro let out the breath he’d been holding before chuckling weakly.

“Well that put a crimp in the mood.” Pietro joked, allowing the tenseness to flow out of his limbs. His erection had gone down somewhat at the prospect of getting caught. Kurt laughed softly.

“Ja, I had better go. Zhat vas close. Ve are going to have to be more careful. Any vun of zhem could have heard us.” Kurt said, ruefully pulling away. Pietro sighed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched Kurt search for his shirt.

“Yeah, I know. We can’t do these things when our teammates are so close. I just got a bit caught up in the moment.” Pietro said, running his fingers through his snowy hair in frustration.

“Ja, me too. Maybe it vasn’t such a good idea for me to port over when zhey are all at home. I just thought it vould be better for me to be in your room zhan you in mine. At least here we don’t have Volverine to sniff us out.” Kurt said, sighing regretfully as he finally found his shirt. He felt Pietro’s hand close over the wrist holding his shirt.

“Hey, it is a good idea. I wanted to see you and we have to take what we can get. We just have to be a bit more careful is all.” Pietro said, leaning in to softly kiss Kurt’s lips. Kurt returned the kiss, being careful not to forget where he was again.

They broke apart, resting their foreheads together as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

“You had better go. It’s nearly 1 o’clock. If anyone realizes you’re missing, we’ll have trouble.” Pietro sighed regretfully, wishing Kurt could stay with him. Kurt nodded, giving Pietro a sad smile.

“Ja, I’m going. I’ll see you at school tomorrow silber (translation: silver). One last kiss before I go?” Kurt smiled hopefully. Pietro smiled and gladly pressed his lips to Kurt’s, wondering at the softness of Kurt’s lips and the pleasurable tingles that showed no signs of ever dispersing as he savoured Kurt’s taste. He begrudgingly broke the kiss, knowing he had to let Kurt go.

“Come into school early tomorrow and meet me in our closet?” Pietro asked huskily, remembering the closet where they had gone to talk when they first decided to be together. It had since become a regular meeting and make-out spot for them, along with Forge’s old lab.

“Ja, I vill come in an hour early. See you zhen.” Kurt agreed, pulling on his shirt as he got off the bed. Pietro grasped Kurt’s wrist, pulling him into one last fierce kiss that left them panting as they broke apart.

“Bye, fuzzy. Sweet dreams.” Pietro smirked wickedly, loosely running his hand down Kurt’s tail from base to spaded tip. Kurt groaned in pleasure at the sensation.

“Vell zhey vill be now! You’re incorrigible, do you know zhat?” Kurt laughed in exasperation. Pietro grinned broadly.

“Yeah, I know, but you know that’s what you like about me.” Pietro said confidently. Kurt shook his head.

“I must like somezhing to put up vith you. Goodnight, Pietro.” Kurt said, giving Pietro a wink before he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Pietro lay back on his bed, pulling the covers over him, smiling as he prepared to go to sleep with visions of Kurt dancing through his head as they so often did.

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Um i’ve been told that Freddies vaugnarian snoring likens him to the vorgons out of hitchhikers guide to the galaxy so i’d just like to say that i don’t own anything from HGTTG and i make no profit from this.