A Simple Mistake

Title: A Simple Mistake
Author: Smuttykitty
Pairing: Sas/Northstar
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Alpha Flight-ness belongs to Marvel. They are no good at it, they should just give it to me.
Author’s Notes: sometime before AF Vol. 1, approximately 1-2 years after the twins join Alpha Flight. In my made up universe, Jean-Paul lived in Montreal and attended UQAM (University of Quebec). Revised edition.

The party, thus far, had been a spectacular success, Walter thought. As Jean-Paul got a little warmer with the team (or maybe it was just Walter), he had taken to inviting him and Aurora to the Friday night parties he and his boyfriend held at their apartment. Walter still couldn’t wrap his mind around that, not Jean-Paul’s gayness, but the whole other side of his life he had: a student who lived with his boyfriend, skied for university, seemed rather liked by his peers. That Jean-Paul was certainly different from the one who showed up to Alpha Flight.

Walt grabbed another beer from the fridge, and wandered through the generous apartment to the back bedroom looking for Aurora. People were still milling around, but it was clear last call was coming (or had arrived) for most of them. He pushed the door open and saw a dark head resting on the pillow, skinny body covered by a sheet. Walt put the beer bottle on the bedside table and took off his shirt. With a wicked grin he pulled off the sheet and straddled the figure in the bed ready to give his girlfriend a surprise.

It was quite evident he had ambushed the wrong twin. “What are you doing?” Jean-Paul questioned. “Walter?” His voice was rough with cigarettes, booze, and a little sleep. Rough, but not mean, certainly not angry.

Walter eyed the almost boy in the bed- curled up with his hands shoved between his thighs. Pale, sharp face turned up to look at him. His icy blue eyes seemed kinder than usual in the dark as they looked at him expectantly.

Walter wasn’t sure what compelled him to do it, but her reached out and stroked one of the pale, bony knees and waited a moment. Then he inched closer and opened the legs; he studied Jean-Paul’s face through the valley between knees. Walt tugged once more so that the other man lay straight on his back, legs spread but his hand still rested on the flesh.

“I was looking for Aurora.” Walt finally answered, but made no move to leave.

“She is in my bed.”

“I see.” The big man replied. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, all he could think was that Jean-Paul seemed to elicit the same reaction from his cock that his sister did. Walter didn’t really mind, his life was pretty fucking strange already. He and Aurora hadn’t been together for that long, but it often seemed that he had gotten a two- for- one deal on the Beaubiers. Sometimes their fucked-up-edness annoyed him. But it wasn’t on his mind tonight. Instead he was thinking drunken, less than pure thoughts about an unpleasant young man who happened to be laying in front of him being abnormally and pleasantly quiet. He had entertained a few fantasies that involved the twins, he wouldn’t pretend that he hadn’t. He would never ask. Aurora’s temper terrified him, not to mention the incest factor was decidedly less interesting in reality than in fantasy.

Walt laid the flat of his hand on one of the near hairless inner thighs in front of him, ran it up until his hand held the joint. His thumb rubbing in that wonderful spot where balls and body and thigh met. Jean-Paul laid his arm across his face, elbow pointed up. Walt took this as acquiescence, no not that, Jean-Paul never acquiesced, accommodated, gave in. Walt took this as permission to continue to touch him if he desired. Which he did. Jean-Paul’s imperial air was often a source of amusement to the team, but at the moment he liked the challenge it presented.

He pressed his lips to the thigh, then opened his mouth and bit hard enough to satisfy himself. Hard enough to leave a ring of teeth marks, like some sort of decoration. He liked the mark on the pale leg. Liked the violence that this complacent body aroused. Moved his mouth up the leg, grazing the flesh with his teeth until his nose hit boxer shorts. Through the boxer shorts he palmed balls and gave a teasing stroke to the erection there.

Walter had never been with a man like this, he used his own desire as a guide. He sat up and pulled the boxers off Jean-Paul’s bony hips. Flopped the long legs over his thicker, hairier ones. He looked up at the other man’s face and noticed the little smile playing across pretty lips.

“Did you like that?” Walter asked softly.

Jean-Paul didn’t answer, he just lay there, smile slightly wider, arm still sheltering his face.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll make you answer me.” Walter said with a smirk. He could tell the kid was eating it up. Loved to be bossed around in the sack. Walter liked it too. Telling him what to do, roughing him up a bit. His cock was hard as steel.

Walter pushed one of his fingers in that pretty mouth and felt Jean-Paul gently suck on it. He added a second and slid them in and out. When they were wet enough he unceremoniously shoved them up Jean-Paul’s ass. This finally elicited a noise from him. A little hiss. Walter felt his cock jump, noticed the other man’s did too. He pushed the arm away from the younger man’s face. He wanted to see him. He poked a little rougher and watched for a reaction in the little elfin face. Just a flash of discomfort, but not even really, only noticeable because he was looking for it. He continued his ministrations gently until he felt Jean-Paul relax, but he still didn’t give any indication of pleasure.

“ Do you know what I am going to do?”

Nothing.

“I’m going to fuck you. Turn over, on your knees.”

Jean-Paul rolled over, and reached into the bedside table. Lube. Condoms. He flipped them at Walter, then finished moving. His dark face pushed into the pillow, arms folded underneath, pretty ass pushed out. Too quick, Walter wasn’t ready to stop the game yet.

He gave a momentary thought to why there were condoms in the guest bedroom nightstand, but decided it was too complicated and off topic at the moment.

Walter started on one foot. Long and bony, pretty much like all of Jean-Paul. High arches, attractive toes too. He stroked up and down on the sole. Then began stroking the whole lower leg, with the touch expanding until he was working from hip to toe. He felt impatience mixed with pleasure emanating from Jean-Paul.

Walt smiled. He wanted to drive him nuts, wanted to make him speak, make him beg if such a thing was possible. He didn’t understand how the situation had changed, but he felt that Jean-Paul was in charge now. Walter may be giving the commands, on top, but Jean-Paul’s silent passivity seemed stronger.

He rubbed his late night stubble on one flank, then pulled back to bite a buttock. He put his nose into the cleft and smelled. He chuckled but was pleased. Only Jean-Paul would have an ass that smelled like Chanel no matter what the circumstances. Felt a little start from the other man as he licked a stripe down and in until he hit scrotum, tasted ball sweat. Continued with it until he could hear little pants of desire from Jean-Paul.

“Tell me that you want me to fuck you.” Walter demanded, his fingers continuing stroking in the cleft while he talked.

No answer.

Walt opened his fly (little did he know that the sound of a zipper was one of Jean-Paul’s biggest turn-ons). Rolled the condom on his penis, lubed it, and gave it a few strokes. Then pressed his erection against Jean-Paul. Still no answer. So he pushed in. He felt a deep sound escape from his mouth. It was good; hot and very tight. Walt sat for a moment, then grabbed both of Jean-Paul’s upper arms and used them to jerk him on to his cock. He intended to fuck the shit of this uppity, annoying man who had aroused him more than he thought his aging self had in him. He yanked faster and faster, slamming that deceptively frail looking body down on his cock. When that couldn’t keep up he dropped the arms and pushed Jean-Paul’s face back into the bed and fucked harder.

He reached down and stroked the other man’s cock while he pumped. Jean-Paul’s penis was not giant, but certainly not inadequate. Straight, smooth, the flesh pleasingly soft. Walt curled in and bit the beautiful neck and shoulders in front of him without regard for damage. Listened to the way Jean-Paul’s breathing began to follow the rhythm of his cock.

Walt rolled back until he was sitting and held the other man so he followed into his lap. He didn’t have much longer until he was going to come. “I want to see you come. Come.” Walt whispered, commanded into a pointy ear which he proceeded to lick and suck. He was quite entranced with the cute, pointy ears, and at least in Aurora they tended to be an erogenous zone. His hand remained soldered to Jean-Paul’s cock, and he felt the other man put his hand on his to show him how to do it. He followed the hand’s instruction and was gratified to feel Jean-Paul begin to move up and down.

This is what Walter wanted, to see some change in that impassive figure, make him come. He wanted to win the silent battle of wills that had sprung up between them in the dark of the bedroom. Walt felt the rush and tensing that indicated he was about to spill. He moaned into the other man’s dark hair, and began to slam with all his strength until the orgasm broke over him.

He sighed as he pulled Jean-Paul down one last time then collapsed on his back, foreign penis still in hand. The lithe man lay relaxed, quiet in his arms. Walt felt the damp in his hand and realized that Jean-Paul had come when he had. He noticed the smile on the pointed face and realized it had been intended. Jean-Paul had enjoyed concealing his pleasure as much as Walter had enjoyed trying to elicit it. He smiled all the same and nuzzled the dark nape next to him.

“So…” Walt said conversationally, but slightly breathless. Silence sat between them for a few moments.

“Sew buttons.” Jean-Paul replied. And crawled out of Walt’s lap. Made sticky noises as Walter was forced to pull out. Didn’t even look at him. Walter wasn’t amused by Jean-Paul’s randomly adolescent humor at the moment.

“Hey!” Walter started, the oh-shit-ness of the situation sinking in (“I fucked Aurora’s brother, uh- oh.”), and the obviousness of Jean-Paul’s mach 10 escape plans.

Jean-Paul stopped for a moment and seemed to be considering something. The he put his hand on Walt’s thigh, leaned in and gave him a sweet, soft kiss. Walt tasted a hint of Bacardi and citrus on the breath. He found himself not wanting it to end and was stupidly surprised when Jean-Paul pulled away and gave him one of those inscrutable, blue-eyed Beaubier looks.

Walter wanted to say more, felt that there was more to say, but it became apparent the other man wasn’t going to listen anymore. He was already flitting about the room picking up the condom wrapper, gathering his underpants, heading to the bathroom. Walt assumed that was his cue to do the same, felt a little stab of disappointment. Pulled up his pants and discarded shirt, wondered what his breath was like and left the room.

This time he walked into the other room, saw a dark head resting on the pillow. He didn’t undress this time and just crawled into bed.