Practice makes perfect
Between friends
xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">
Practice Makes Perfect…
(NC-17))
Disclaimers: I own nothing. This is a work of fanfiction and I make no profit from this whatsoever. All characters herein belong to Marvel unless otherwise noted. Summary: Kurt isn’t
feeling very confident and Scott helps him out. m/m slash. If this sort
of thing offends you, sorry. Go read
something else, then…
“Would you
sit down? You’re making me
motion-sick!” Scott Summers grabbed
Kurt’s tail, forcing the boy to stop moving or risk some serious pain.
and then you clam up and walk back and forth for twenty minutes!
need to do…”
“It’s….it’s
Kitty!” Kurt’s voice was almost a wail
as he threw himself onto the bed, laying next to where Scott was sitting.
“Dude, they
dated for a month and a half. Of course
she kissed him. You knew that…”
next to pitying concern. He could
understand jealousy—he felt it every time Jean was near Duncan.
“Ja, but
now I know she liked it!” Kurt
flung his arms out in exasperation.
“Kurt, you usually
kiss someone because you like them. If
not them, then the kissing…” Scott knew
his eyebrows were creeping upwards but he could not help himself.
terms of relationships and physical expressions of attraction, despite Amanda’s
and Tabby’s best efforts. When Kitty
had started dating Lance, Scott was sure Kurt’s heart would explode into a
million pieces each time he saw the object of his dreams.
Kurt’s big brother, someone to talk to who would listen and never judge
him. Over the time Kitty was dating
Lance until recently, when she started to express an interest in the blue
mutant, Scott had found there was much more to Kurt than the elfin youth let
on. He found that the younger man was
smart and had a remarkably dry wit usually covered by his goofiness as well as
the capability to be incredibly romantic when it came to Kitty.
in turn, leading to their usual after dinner klatches being called The Mutant
Men Pity Party.
“It isn’t
just that she kissed him, Scott. I
heard her telling Jean that he gave her the best kiss she’d ever had!
coffin.
“Look, man,
who else has she kissed? No one.
kissed! How can he be her best if
there’s no one to compare him to? She
was probably just bluffing for the girls so she wouldn’t look like she was
inexperienced.” Scott ran his hands
through his hair and wished, not for the first time, that he could rub his eyes
through his glasses.
“How do you
know who she’s kissed?” Kurt’s voice
was suddenly suspicious.
“Kurt, I’m
in love with a psychic. How do you
think I know?”
“Ah.
bed. After several minutes, Kurt spoke
again. “I’d just feel better if I knew
I was a good kisser. I want my first
kiss with Kitty to be something wonderful, to totally sweep her off her
feet. Make her forget all about Lance…”
Kurt seemed in sink deeper into the mattress, making Scott feel a wave of
rather unexpected affection for his friend.
“Try
practicing on your hand?”
“Ye>“Yeah.
“A balloon?”
“My fangs
would probably pop it. That would be
too disturbing, thinking about Kitty and POW!”
Kurt clapped his hands for emphasis, making Scott jump just a little.
“Well….I
don’t know what to say, buddy.” Scott
sighed deeply, racking his brain for ways to help Kurt.
to kiss an actual person. Try asking
Jubilee. She’d have a blast.
kisser.”
“Ja—he said
she made his toes curl.” Kurt shook his
head though, dismissing the idea. “I
couldn’t do that. I’d be afraid Remy
would kill me, no matter how much he says he doesn’t care what Jubilee does or
with whom. Besides, I don’t want it to
get back to Kitty that I needed to practice…”
“Understood.
whispered around the mansion that Remy was an equal opportunity lover, but no
one had proof of this yet and no one wanted to be the one to ask.
“Klappe!
“I never
took you for homophobic, Kurt.” Scott
knew his voice was shaky but something had just struck him.
but it was sounding in his brain with klaxons and red lights.
“I’m
not—it’s just that Remy would kill me.”
“So you would
kiss another man?” Scott was trying to
keep the words from coming out of his mouth but it was like a switch had been
flipped somewhere and his lower brain had taken over. Think of Jean, think of Jean…Kurt has such soft-looking lips…
Gah! Where did that come from?
“If I was
attracted to another man, I think kissing him would be part of the deal,
ja? Supposing he were attracted in
turn.” Kurt sensed a disturbing bent to
the conversation. How did we go from
Kitty to homoeroticism? He’s looking at
me funny.
Scott
licked his lips, fighting a rising, unfamiliar desire.
Kurt
wrinkled his brow in thought. “I
just…am. She’s beautiful and smart and
funny and so wonderful. Everything
about her makes me love her. It’s like
there’s this invisible thread pulling us together. I know she feels it too, but she just needs time…”
had edged a little closer.
“Do you
feel like you want to take care of her, even though she can take care of
herself?”
“Ja….do you
feel that way about Jean?”
“Sometimes.
Kurt’s tail, madly flipping on the bed in front of his friend.
“Which
others?” Kurt held his breath.
the strangest feeling of vertigo.
“Kurt, are
we friends? I mean, close friends?”
“Jawohl!”
“And you
trust me?”
“Yeeesssss….”
“I can show
you how to kiss.” Scott’s face went
nearly as red as his glasses. Fuck.
shit load of explaining to do. I wonder
if he’ll believe I’m high or something?
“Kurt?”
“Give me a
minute.” Kurt rolled onto his back and
stared at the ceiling. Okay.
not trying to get with me like that. Is
he? It’s just kissing and I do
want to be good for Kitty. No one has
to know about this. And it’ll be
quick. Besides, if I’m going to kiss
someone I’m not in love with, it may as well be one of my best friends, right?
look at Scott. “Okay.”
“Huh?”
yellow gaze. “You…sure? I mean, it’s
just a kiss and no one has to know…”
“Exactly!
“Okay, just
relax…” Scott, his heart pounding in unaccustomed
terror, leaned close to Kurt, his friend’s penetrating gaze boring holes into
his forehead. “Close your eyes—you’re
making me nervous!”
“I want to
see what you’re doing so I can do it later!”
“Kissing
isn’t a formula…it just sort of happens.”
With that, Scott closed the distance, his lips closing against Kurt’s
parted ones as the slight boy prepared a rebuttal. Scott felt his insides melt and turn into soup as the reality of
the kiss sank in. I’m kissing Kurt.
Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler.
Kitty has no idea what she’s missing.
kissing Scott back. Tilting his head
just slightly, Scott nibbled on Kurt’s lower lip and was the recipient of a mewl
of pleasure from his friend. A pressure
on the back of his head let Scott know that Kurt was beginning to enjoy the
kiss, holding it in place forcibly to extend the pleasure of it all.
even to a blind man if Kurt were to pull away now and he wondered if Kurt was
just as affected. Letting his hand
drift to Kurt’s thigh, brushing against a tell-tale bulge on the way, Scott
smirked and darted his tongue out to lick the seam of Kurt’s lips.
suckling on it gently at first, then increasing the pressure as he pushed Scott
onto his back. Their mutual arousal was
burgeoning, the original intent of the exercise forgotten.
hoping to relieve some of the pressure but was sorely disappointed.
clutching convulsively in Scott’s hair when things took a turn for the
interesting.
Kurt lifted his head just slightly
and looked down at Scott’s tented jeans.
“You too, huh? Um, you know, we
could, um, take care of our problems while we practice…”
“What do you mean?
chance or be repulsed.
“Well, I mean, I take care of me
and you take care of you while we….” He made a slight hand gesture to indicate
the make out session. “No pun intended,
but I’m getting blue balls here!”
“Tell me about it!
it, right? So why not…
pulled his pants off, wincing as the waistband scraped across his
erection. “Um, you going to join me
here?”
“Yeah, it’s just…I don’t know how
to say this without it sounding like a come on, but damn, man!”
muttered for Scott to hurry up. Scott
slowly slid his pants off, careful not to make Kurt’s error in speed and then
sat still while Kurt looked at him.
“Ready?” Kurt nodded, his Adam’s
apple working furiously. Scott
initiated the kissing again, carefully avoiding lower body contact.
source of his discomfort and could tell when the blue boy started his slow
rhythm. Scott was close behind, firm
and slow strokes prolonging his pleasure.
Take your time, man. Don’t
want to have a sticky mess all over the bed.
And his fur. Kurt opened his
mouth against his friend’s, coaxing Scott’s tongue into his mouth and
exponentially deepening their lip lock.
Scott picked up the pace of his stroking, feeling a familiar tightening
in his groin. He could not help the low
moan that escaped his throat as his hips flexed against his own hand and Kurt’s
side. “Sorry!”
“
‘Sokay…” Kurt groaned in return, grinding
his hips against the mattress while rubbing the length of his penis.
pleasure common to all men. Scott
watched, fascinated, as Kurt bit out Kitty’s name and a stifled moan before
collapsing onto the bed. Scott’s own
orgasm took him a little by surprise.
He barely had any warning as his hips bucked involuntarily and stars
burst within his skull and stomach.
Scott shuddered briefly as he came down from his endorphin high, feeling
the rapidly cooling stickiness on his hands and stomach;
staring at the sheets where his mark was spreading. “I hate laundry,” was the first thing out of his mouth after
several minutes of silence. Scott was
about to answer when they both got the shock of their brief lives—Kitty,
already talking, phased through the door.
“Hey, Fuzzy, I’m going into town!
Want to….oh!” Her eyes were perfectly
round, taking in their half-naked state and kiss-swollen lips.
“Kitty! It isn’t what it looks like!”
Kurt was on the verge of hyperventilating and Scott could not say that
he himself was doing much better.
“It looks like you two were making
out. Sorry I interrupted!”
on himself and Kurt.
“He wanted to practice kissing and
things got out of hand.”
“I’d say they got in
hand, from the looks of it. Why did you
want to kiss Scott?” Kitty edged into
the room, valiantly ignoring Kurt’s attempts to cover himself.
“I….I wanted to practice kissing so
I’d be good when I kiss you. I heard
you saying how good at it Lance was and well…”
“You were going to kiss me?”
welled in her eyes. “Oh, how
sweet!”
“Vas?”
“You’re not freaked out?”
hand around the room to indicate the situation.
“No—you’re in love with Jean,
right? So whatever you two were doing
was incidental. Besides…you’re not the
only ones who practice kissing.”
“Huh?” Both boys leaned forward now, definitely interested.
“Let’s just say Jean knows better
than anyone just how good a kisser I really am…”
A/N One plot bunny, field dressed and ready to go…