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Adult ++
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8
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6,676
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13
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Rogue
I wasn't nervous that mornin' at the lake, even though I probably shoulda been. The events of the night before felt strange and foggy in my memory, like particularly intense dreams but nothing more. Even Mystique and her advances and her pretty pink and blue contrast seemed like hardly anything at all, and eating across from her at breakfast was uneventful. Her expression was as blank as usual, her eyes cold and starin' and reptilian, and she looked at me only once.
"Pass the salt."
"Certainly, Mystique." I did so and her fingers glanced over mine, electric.
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Bobby and John were sittin' together like they always do, Bobby next to me with his hand on my thigh. It all seemed so normal. I'd caught the weird "kiss it better" exchange at the lake, though, and John's voice when he said it threw me into the night before all over again,
suck my cock
if only for a second. Other than that, though, they were actin' like two dumb boys, best friends, practically out of teenagehood and in complete denial of it. Totally John's doin', I could tell. Bobby was playing along but his heart wasn't in it yet.
"Dude," he was saying, and John was sprinkling salt on his cereal--not his own, Bobby's--while Bobby grabbed his wrist and tried in vain to get him to stop. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
John's elbow hit Dr. Grey's hard and the spoon she was holdin' went flying. There was somethin' weird with her powers lately--I wasn't sure what, but I'd heard the adults discussin' it in low, anxious voices--but she stopped that spoon in midair anyway and brought it back to her hand. "John, Bobby. Control yourselves."
"Sorry, Dr. Grey." Two contrite voices. Chastised little boys in the bodies of near-adult men. They continued to bicker, amongst themselves, quieter now.
"Pass the salt."
"Certainly, Mystique." I did so and her fingers glanced over mine, electric.
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Bobby and John were sittin' together like they always do, Bobby next to me with his hand on my thigh. It all seemed so normal. I'd caught the weird "kiss it better" exchange at the lake, though, and John's voice when he said it threw me into the night before all over again,
suck my cock
if only for a second. Other than that, though, they were actin' like two dumb boys, best friends, practically out of teenagehood and in complete denial of it. Totally John's doin', I could tell. Bobby was playing along but his heart wasn't in it yet.
"Dude," he was saying, and John was sprinkling salt on his cereal--not his own, Bobby's--while Bobby grabbed his wrist and tried in vain to get him to stop. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
John's elbow hit Dr. Grey's hard and the spoon she was holdin' went flying. There was somethin' weird with her powers lately--I wasn't sure what, but I'd heard the adults discussin' it in low, anxious voices--but she stopped that spoon in midair anyway and brought it back to her hand. "John, Bobby. Control yourselves."
"Sorry, Dr. Grey." Two contrite voices. Chastised little boys in the bodies of near-adult men. They continued to bicker, amongst themselves, quieter now.