Three's Company

Here it is, a brand new chapter. Once again it’s been edited by the wonderful noxlumen whose doing a truly spectacular job fixing all my crappy punctuation etc.
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Chapter 8

Kurt was wracked with nerves and guilt by the time he came into school the next day. The first person he’d seen when he got home last night had been Scott and it had suddenly hit him all in a rush exactly what he’d done and with whom. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. Was he so starved for physical contact that he’d mindlessly find his release in the arms of an enemy? Apparently he was.

He couldn’t believe he’d done that and with Lance! They were at school too. Anyone could have caught them! He desperately ignored the pleasurable shiver that raced up his spine at the prospect as he made his way to his first class.

He didn’t know how to handle any of this. It had crossed his mind that Lance and Pietro were just teasing him but if that were true Lance wouldn’t have let things go that far. Nothing made sense anymore.

He’d gone through his entire life knowing that he was a freak and people were scared and disgusted with the way he looked. It sent his mind in a never ending spiral of confusion to find that somebody apparently wanted him. Not one somebody but two: Lance and Pietro!

Kurt sighed as he settled in his seat and waited for the lesson to begin, knowing that he had no intention of paying the teacher any attention. His mind was too full. He had too much to think about.

Whether or not Pietro and Lance had realised it, they had made something break free inside of Kurt. He’d spent so long suppressing the sexual side of his nature, knowing that nothing would come of it, that now that it had been awakened he was having a hard time thinking of anything else. Pietro said he was attracted to him and seemed to be interested in more. Lance said the same thing.

He’d said he wanted everything? What did that mean? Did that mean that Lance was going to start chasing him the same way the rock tumbler had chased after Kitty? And more importantly, would Kurt be able to resist the lure of actually being wanted by someone?

Kurt was in quandary. He absolutely knew that he should run far and fast if Lance or Pietro came anywhere near him. They were the enemy. He shouldn’t want to do anything with either of them. His teammates would hate him if they knew the desires swirling in his stomach and the thoughts filling his head.

What made things even worse was that he felt like a hussy. Did Lance know what had occurred with Pietro? Did Pietro know what he’d done with Lance? He felt horribly guilty because he wasn’t rejecting their advances the way he should. It was bad enough to fool around with one brotherhood member, but two? He was acting like a slut.

If he couldn’t bring himself to turn down both of them, the least he should do is turn down one of them. It wasn’t fair to them. As incredible as it seemed and despite the fact that he didn’t mean to, he was leading them both on.

He should just choose one of them and let the other down gently, but which would he choose, Lance or Pietro? Kurt muffled his snort at the thought. Never in a million years would he have imagined himself in the position to have to choose between admirers.

He knew it was stupid to muse like this because he knew that he had to turn them both down. He couldn’t allow this to go further, no matter how much his body yearned to know another’s touch. What he and Lance had done was the first time that he’d ever found pleasure from anything but his own palm, and the way Pietro had touched him....

Kurt shuddered at the memory of how it felt to have Pietro’s pale slender hand wrapped around his cock. He’d never been able to imagine how good it would feel to be touched so intimately by another. Gott, there must be something wrong with him, but even the fact that they could have been caught by their classmates had turned him on.

Kurt went through all of his classes till lunch like this, his brain going around in circles whilst he tried to deny the clear messages his body was sending him. He’d accepted he was attracted to both boys. He didn’t think he’d ever felt like that about a guy before but. Although the concept scared him, he could cope with it.

He dithered about whether he should tell his friends that he was probably gay but every time he considered the idea he got scared and firmly squashed it. What if they didn’t understand? He wouldn’t judge somebody for being gay and he didn’t think his friends would, but what if he was wrong? And how would he explain how he’d come to this realization about himself without mentioning either Lance or Pietro, who had been the cause of his newly awakened sexuality?

Kurt stopped dead in his place in the lunch queue his brain screeching to a halt as he lifted his head and saw both Lance and Pietro sitting on the other side of the room with their teammates. A bolt of desire shot through him, followed by a painful yearning sensation. He immediately tried to stamp down both feelings, reminding himself that he wasn’t allowed to want either boy.

He chewed his lip furiously, a blush lighting up his cheeks as he paid for his food, but couldn’t stop his gaze from straying back across the room to look at the two boys. They were both incredibly attractive but a study in opposites. Lance was tall and broad shouldered, heavily muscled with a strong masculine jaw line. When you looked at him he was the last person you’d have ever expected to be into guys. He had the bad boy look down perfectly, but he had those puppy dog brown eyes that made you think the heart under all those muscles was softer than he pretended. Kurt swallowed thickly as lust shivered through him. He’d chased after Kitty too but he’d never felt desire like this for her.

Pietro was different. Whilst he too had a broad muscular chest, he was also of a more slender build. He was shorter, around the same height as Kurt. He was muscular but his muscles were smaller, sharper, more defined. He had a slender waist and lean hips and long muscular legs. He was graceful and sharp and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes, they were piercing and seductive. Kurt found it hard to believe that anyone could ever say no to Pietro.

A shock went through him and he blushed more fiercely, forcing his gaze on the ground as those blue eyes suddenly turned in his direction, capturing his. He suddenly felt too hot, like the air was stifling him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit in here with his friends to eat without his gaze constantly wandering to the two boys who had turned his mind upside down.

He quickly told his friends that he had something to do before leaving with his food, intending to find a quiet spot somewhere to eat by himself, where he could continue to try and untangle his thoughts and control his suddenly raging hormones.

Unbeknownst to Kurt, going off on his own was the worst thing he could have done. Pietro was all too aware that the German teen had been admiring him and Lance. Pietro had felt his body tingling with anticipation of certain victory as he leaned over to tell Lance that their target had been watching them.

They grinned at each other as they watched Kurt go briefly to the X-Men table to share a few words before leaving alone. The pair made their excuses to Fred and Toad before moving to discreetly follow the black haired youth, neither willing to waste the opportunity to work on Kurt a little more.

They followed Kurt carefully out to the bleachers watching as the other boy flitted into the shadowy space underneath them where he obviously intended to eat his lunch in peace. No such luck!

“So, who’s gonna get to play? Or shall we take this one together?” Lance asked grinning.

“Hmm, as much as I’d like to do him together, I don’t think he’s really ready for that. He’s confused and responding well right now, but we have to keep him on his toes.” Pietro mused thoughtfully.

“Maybe we’re pushing too hard. Maybe we should back off for a few days and give him some room.” Lance conjectured. Whilst he was more than keen to catch Kurt, he didn’t really want to screw the guy up.

“No, if we back off and give him too much time to think he might get scared and decide that the X-Men are more important. We have to make sure he’s nice and addicted before we give him time to think.” Pietro concluded. A calculating look in his eyes let Lance know that the fairer boy was computing all the different outcomes and strategies in his mind at a speed that would probably explode Lance’s brain.

“Well, I guess I got to enjoy him last so it’s your turn. Have fun.” Lance smiled widely. Pietro gave him an anticipatory smirk before disappearing in a blur under the bleachers after Kurt. Lance grinned and climbed up the bleachers to find him self a nice spot where he could peek between the seats and watch the proceedings.

Kurt nearly choked on the bite he’d taken out of his sandwich as Pietro, one of the two guys he’d been obsessing about, suddenly appeared in a blur right in front of him. He yelped and scrambled back against a pillar as Pietro smirked at him and shot forwards, invading his personal space.

“Pietro...v-v-vhat are you doing here?” Kurt asked shakily with wide anime eyes as he licked his lips nervously. His eyes involuntarily dipped downwards taking in the way Pietro’s tight t-shirt clung to his toned body. He forced his gaze back up, a fierce blush burning his cheeks as he scolded himself for his wandering eyes. Verdamment! Ok, so he admitted that he was attracted to Pietro, but he couldn’t afford to be. Even just looking would only make things worse.

“I saw you duck under here and I figured you could use a little company. Besides, we left things in kind of an awkward place yesterday.” Pietro smiled predatorily. He hadn’t missed the way Kurt had admired his form or the guilt that flickered in the other boys eyes.

“Ja, I um...look Pietro, it’s not zhat I’m not flattered I am it’s just I...um don’t zhink...mnpf!” Kurt, having gathered his resolve, started to gently turn Pietro down only to have the white haired boy dart forwards smothering his words with a heated kiss.

Kurt shuddered into the kiss, heat coiling in his stomach. He knew he should push Pietro away, that this was a mistake. He just couldn’t seem to make his arms obey his orders and push the other boy off.

He felt Pietro’s tongue probing his lips making him tingle and sigh. Kurt’s breath hitched as he parted his lips and tentatively touched Pietro’s tongue with his own. He groaned as Pietro took advantage of his actions to kiss him more forcefully, pushing him back against the pillar, pinning him in place. He gasped as Pietro immediately straddled his lap and he felt the other boy’s firm ass pressing against his quickly swelling cock.

His will to resist melted away like ice in a fire as hunger burned through him. Instead of pushing the white haired boy off and ending this insanity his arms wrapped around the other boy pulling him closer. He could feel Pietro’s leanly muscular chest against his own as he lost himself to the sensations taking over his mind.

Their tongues fought and danced. He could the taste the mint in Pietro’s mouth. He was starting to feel dizzy only he wasn’t sure if it was from the kiss or the lack of air. He didn’t even notice as Pietro fiddled with his watch and his holographic form disappeared.

Pietro felt triumph boil his blood as Kurt surrendered to the intensity of the kiss, beginning to show a level of passion that sent thrills up Pietro’s spine. He enjoyed Kurt’s shuddering moan as he drew the other boy’s raspy tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

He’d known full well that Kurt was about to come out with some rubbish about how he couldn’t accept Pietro’s advances. That’s why he’d kissed Kurt before he could say anything. He’d set his sights on Kurt and he’d be damned if the blue furred boy was going to tell him no.

“Oh gott…” Kurt gasped against Pietro’s lips as he bucked up, his cock throbbing straining against his zipper painfully as the other boy began to grind his ass down into it. Against his will, all his repressed desire flowed out and he found himself attacking Pietro’s lips with passionate abandon as he clutched the other boy to him. He was so caught in the tidal wave of his own need that he barely registered Pietro manoeuvring him to lie on the ground until he felt his denim encased cock being deprived of the warmth of Pietro’s firm ass. He couldn’t contain the pleading mewl that escaped from his lips which was abruptly cut off by a moan as he felt his zipper yanked down and Pietro’s hand encircling his throbbing shaft.

He groaned throatily as Pietro’s hand began to sweep up and down his swollen length stroking it firmly. He bucked up into the other boy’s hand, squirming with the pleasure overtaking his body. He dimly heard the sound of another zipper and whimpered when Pietro’s hand left his cock but didn’t have time to question it before Pietro’s body lowered onto his. A blaze of all-consuming fire raced through him, robbing him of thought or sense as he felt Pietro’s long pale shaft sliding up against his own.

He felt Pietro’s quick hands tugging his jeans further down his hips leaving them to bunch around his knees. Pietro’s lips smothered his yowl as the pale haired boy began to thrust against him. He found his body taking on a life of its own as his hips repeatedly raised and undulated against Pietro’s rubbing their swollen shafts together creating unbearable friction.

Pietro pulled back from their kiss slightly, revelling in the way Kurt panted and gasped at their activities, his eyes glazed and clouded with desire. He began nibbling and kissing up Kurt’s neck earning him a lustful groan when he stopped to suck in the hollow behind Kurt’s elfin shaped ear. He was having a hell of a time keeping his wits about him and not losing him self to the pleasure he was experiencing. Tingles broke across his skin as Kurt’s soft fur caressed it in a silken wave. He wished he could strip both of them naked and feel that rich pelt tickling and teasing every inch of his body but he knew that would be too risky and just contended himself with the feel of that silken fur against his bare hips and cock.

He smirked against Kurt’s pointed ear as he licked it, thoroughly enjoying Kurt’s gasps and moans. He let his hand wander down and quickly and skilfully undid the buttons on Kurt’s shirt, dipping his hand underneath the fabric to tease and tweak Kurt’s lightly fuzzed nipples.

Kurt let out and impassioned cry bucking up hard at Pietro’s actions. Who knew his nipples were so sensitive? He couldn’t think, could barely breathe as pleasure claimed his body. His hands moved under Pietro’s t-shirt to caress and stroke the pale haired teen’s back, only to move back down, slipping underneath the back of Pietro’s half-on jeans to grasp the other boy’s firm smooth ass. Pietro moaned and grinned at his actions, moving to reclaim Kurt’s lips in a frenzied passionate kiss. He knew he was getting close and started adding a twist of his hips into every grind wanting to pull Kurt over with him.

Kurt was close himself and at a particularly sharp twist of his nipple he sailed over the crest of his orgasm with a howl, clutching the other boy tightly as his back bowed at an impossible angle and his seed shot up between them. Seeing Kurt’s face shadowed by ecstasy was all that was needed for Pietro to let go of his control. He smothered his scream into Kurt’s mouth as he bucked and came, his body turning limp and fluid in the aftermath of his release leaving him to slump over Kurt.

Kurt panted harshly, trying to desperately catch his breath as pleasure hummed through him, leaving him weak and sated. He felt Pietro shifting to one side, relieving him of the other boys heavy weight against his chest, only to feel the pale haired boy snuggling up to his side. His brain slowly started to wade back through the fog of sinful sensation it had abandoned him to and a wave of guilt washed through him as comprehension dawned. How had he gone from planning on turning Pietro down to practically screwing the other boy underneath the bleachers? This was a mistake! He shouldn’t have done this.

He turned his head in Pietro’s direction to apologise and try and explain the mess in his mind only to have his lips taken in a deep luscious kiss. His brain urged him to stop and confess to Pietro. No matter how wrong it was for him to go behind his teams back to fool around with a Hood, it wasn’t nearly as bad as the fact that just last night he’d found his pleasure with Pietro’s teammate and friend. What he was doing wasn’t fair to Pietro or Lance and he had to admit his own guilt and weakness to the other boy.

“Pietro I...I have somezhing to tell you, yesterday I...” Kurt began unsteadily forcing himself to pull back from the kiss only to have Pietro speak, cutting off his confession.

“Don’t tell me this was a mistake. I want you so much Kurt and I think this proves you want me too.” Pietro announced running his fingers through the fur on Kurt’s chest. Neither boy had attempted to sort out their clothing yet, too busy coming down from their highs to worry about such trivialities. He knew that Kurt had been about to tell him about what had happened yesterday with Lance. He could see the guilt swimming in Kurt’s golden eyes and a guy like Kurt would feel the need to be honest. He’d diverted the conversation, knowing that if Kurt confessed now he would be forced to admit that he knew all about Lance, and Kurt wasn’t quite ready yet to know that he and Lance were together and wanted to add Kurt to their relationship.

“But I...” Kurt began again only to once more be interrupted.

“Come on, the bell’s about to go off. I’d better leave. I’ll see you later, Kurt” Pietro said, taking the other boys lips in one last fierce kiss before speeding away in a blur, doing up his jeans as he went. Kurt groaned as he sank back on the ground staring at the bleachers above him. When had his life become so complicated? This whole thing had only started a few days ago but it felt like it had been going on forever.

Pietro had not gone to class. He had in fact raced up to join Lance who was still sat in a well concealed spot on the bleachers. He willingly gave himself over to the passion of Lance’s kiss as the other boy hauled him close, obviously turned on beyond belief by what he had just witnessed. The pair parted in favour of watching as Kurt lay there apparently too stupefied to move for a few minutes before rearranging his clothes, turning his hologram back on and porting away, probably to clean up properly.

“Pity there isn’t time to have a little more fun before the bell goes. You look like you could use the release.” Pietro teased, squirming on Lance’s lap, exasperating the rock hard bulge underneath him and making it twitch.

“We could always skip class” Lance half moaned. Watching the pair under the bleachers had been nearly unbearable. He’d wanted to go down and join them so much. It had been his first glance at what fuzzy was packing and damned if Pietro wasn’t right. Kurt was very nicely sized. Pietro’s cock was a bit longer than Lance’s but Lance’s was thicker than Pietro’s. Kurt’s was somewhere in between longer than Lance but not quite as long as Pietro, thicker than Pietro but not quite as thick as Lance. It was blue just like the rest of him and according to Pietro had an extremely fine layer of peach fuzz covering it. It was perfect.

“So what next?” Lance asked smiling broadly.

“Well, we have to be on the lookout for opportunities, and I think whoever plays with him next needs to get him to engage in what’s happening more.” Pietro concluded.

“He looked pretty well engaged to me.” Lance leered, remembering the way Kurt looked writhing underneath Pietro with breathless abandon.

“Yes, but all he was doing was reacting. We need to make him do something specific that he couldn’t deny, like maybe a hand job or something.” Pietro tried to explain. It was all well and good for Kurt to lose himself to what they were doing to him but he needed to start participating more. He needed to be coerced into doing something that required him to think and act, not just respond. Lance nodded his understanding and the two boys did indeed skip class in favour of finding a good spot to fool around while they discussed the next step with Kurt.

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Well what d’ya think? More sexy fun to come in the next chapter. Maybe this time it’ll be Lance’s turn to have some fun.