Release

Author’s Notes: This story, you can thank because of a few hours of playing the new X-Men Legends game in place of doing readings for class. It isn’t going to be much, but hey, smut never has to be more than smut, so…hee.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned in this fic, and that’s perfectly okay with me. I'm just writing about them.

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She was gone.

It was still so hard to believe. It had happened well over a month ago, but she was gone. Jean had sacrificed herself so that the rest of them would be able to get away. She had done it without consent. She was ever the heroine.

That didn’t mean that Scott liked what had happened. Everyone had grieved for what seemed like ever, but eventually they all moved on. He wished that he could, too. Unfortunately for him, that seemed damn near impossible. Just sleeping in his own bed hurt, because Jean was always there beside him. Even after all this time it still felt like something was missing when he didn’t fall asleep with her in his arms.

There were bigger things to worry about. They had missions ahead of them…the mansion had only just been rebuilt, after all that had happened before. Despite how badly some parts of it had been destroyed it looked pretty good now. That didn’t make it any more safe than before, but at least they had a place to go once again. Something like that was pivotal during a war. Granted, not much had happened since speaking with the president, but it was going to. Something was bound to happen. It was like waiting on pins and needles.

Nightmares had become pretty common for Scott nowadays. In fact, a nightmare was the reason why he was up in the middle of the night, pacing in his room while he thought of what it was he wanted to do. Usually he went down to the kitchen to get something to eat, but it was a far walk to the kitchen, and this nightmare still had him somewhat shaky and sweaty.

Scott wiped at his forehead, sighing quietly. A shower. Yes, a shower sounded nice. No one would be in the bathroom on this floor this late at night, and he would be able to take a long one. Then he would be able to get back to sleep.

Because it was pretty cold in the mansion Scott made his way across the wooden floors with a bit of haste about him. He wasn’t wearing socks, as there was no need for them; the bathroom was right across the hall and down a door or two.

When he stepped into the bathroom Scott shut the door behind him before he flipped on the lights. Immediately the white tile was tinted with red from the ruby quartz of his glasses, turning them into a soft pink color. It was nice for him to have those on occasion, because it stopped him from having to worry about dealing with the brightness that light brought this late at night.

It wasn’t long before he was in the shower. He didn’t bother to close the curtain, since he knew that he was going to be the only one in there. Besides, closing the curtain meant losing a lot of the light, which wasn’t something he wanted to do. What was the point of taking a shower in the dark?

Soon enough the shower did exactly what he had hoped it would. His tense muscles were relaxing, and he didn’t feel nearly as cold as he had when he had first woken up. Because of the quiet Scott had an awful lot of time to think, and of course his thoughts went back to Jean. He was obsessed and he knew it, but at the same time he really didn’t know how to stop thinking about her. It was just too hard.

Scott had lost all sense of time when he was in the shower, his hands having long since become prune-like in appearance. He washed himself, but his whole purpose for having come to the shower was over, and he was still thinking about Jean.

“Maybe I should just punch myself in the face and fall into bed,” he said aloud, turning off the shower and grabbing at the towel hanging not too far away.

Just as he was wrapping it around his waist the door opened. His eyes instinctively went toward it, finding the shape of a very familiar individual walking through it. They stopped, rubbed their eyes and said, “Ow…”

As he was used to sharing a bathroom with people (the bathrooms at the mansion were much like that of college dorms, seeing as they saved on water and living space), the surprise that he felt came more from the fact that someone else was there at this specific time in the night. He had completely forgotten about people who needed to use the restroom.

“Sorry about that, Bobby,” Scott said, rubbing his nose.

Bobby about jumped when he heard the voice. He glanced around, and once his squinted eyes fell on Scott, he furrowed his brow. “Mr. Summers?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t feel like he really needed to explain why he was there so late at night, and he thought he would get by without being asked, but such wasn’t his luck.

“What’re you doing in here so late?” Bobby blinked a few times, slowly opening his eyes more and more to take in the light. Eventually his eyes adjusted, and he was staring at Scott with a somewhat perplexed look upon his face.

“Took a shower,” Scott said.

The younger boy chuckled. “Little early, don’t you think?”

Scott just shrugged. It was his hope that he would be able to just get out, because he wanted to get back to sleep. Nightmare-free sleep. That, however, was asking for a lot.

Bobby seemed to drop the jocular act. He scratched the back of his head. “Something wrong?”

Isn’t it obvious? Scott asked himself inwardly.

“Just had a nightmare, is all.” A curt explanation. It worked for him.

“Oh.” Bobby paused for a moment. “Any reason why?”

Was he not getting it? Obviously it had been about Jean. Scott didn’t have many nightmares before she died. That wasn’t entirely true, considering what had happened with his parents and his brother, but those nightmares stopped several years previous. Now he had this. It was…exhausting.

After he didn’t answer, Bobby cleared his throat. “Professor Grey, huh?”

Scott glanced down. “No big deal, really.”

“I had a few,” Bobby confessed.

It wasn’t something that Scott had thought about. He knew that Logan probably had dreams about her (which was infuriating), and Storm likely had as well, but he had never expected Bobby to.

“Really?” he asked, looking up. He hoped that his surprise wasn’t all that noticeable.

“Yeah…I did. I don’t remember much about them, luckily. I don’t think I’d want to.”

As he seemed to think the conversation was over (or at least paused for the moment) Bobby went toward one of the stalls and disappeared inside of it. A few moments later he was back out again, moving toward the sink.

But Scott was curious now. He shifted his weight to his other foot, clearing his throat. “Were you that affected by it?”

“Who wouldn’t be? That wasn’t something most people see every day. I know Rogue had dreams about it, too.”

Now that certainly wasn’t something Scott had thought about. This conversation seemed like one that was going to continue, and though Scott didn’t want to continue it on in his bath towel, his other clothes were wet and dirty from the floor, so he had no choice. He took a seat on the bench against the same wall as the door.

When Bobby went to dry his hands he turned around, wiping them. “So was it a really bad one?”

“I guess I should ask what you mean by bad,” Scott said with a somewhat pathetic laugh. He rubbed his forehead. He noticed the sound of feet moving across the floor, and when he looked up, Bobby was sitting next to him, but not close enough to really make him feel uncomfortable.

“Well, I sort of answered my own question by seeing you here, I think. If it weren’t that bad, you’d probably have just laid back down and gone back to sleep.”

Scott didn’t say anything in response. He didn’t want to think about this much more, because it was really starting to weigh on him again. He sighed.

“Sorry,” Bobby said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to make you angry, or anything.”

“You didn’t,” Scott said. He looked at Bobby, and even though the other probably couldn’t see it all that well, rolled his eyes some. “I just…I thought I’d be over it by now, but I guess not.”

“Well, you did love her,” the younger boy stated with a shrug. “I mean, that’d be pretty hard to forget, right? But look at it this way: if it weren’t for her, there would be no you or me sitting here. Or Professor Monroe, or Logan, or Rogue, for that matter.”

That was true, Scott thought. “Still doesn’t make it any better,” he stated. He shook his head. He was feeling really down. This shower had only served to make him cold now.

Scott raised his eyebrows when he felt a cool hand being placed on his bare shoulder. Bobby had moved a bit closer, and his bright blue eyes were staring right at him.

“You can’t blame yourself,” he said quietly.

“I don’t,” Scott said, looking somewhat confused. Despite his initial reaction of wanting to move away from the hand it felt warm now, and somewhat comforting. It had been a while since Scott had been touched.

“Yeah you do,” Bobby said, leaning in a bit more. “I can tell. I’m not an idiot, you know.”

“I never said you were…”

There was a small period of quiet between them, though it was interrupted when Scott shifted on the bench. Bobby’s hand had gripped his shoulder a bit tighter, but in an almost massaging way. It wasn’t entirely welcome, but then again, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome, either. Scott looked at the spiky haired boy, running his tongue over his lips, which had suddenly become drier.

“You must miss her a lot, don’t you?” Bobby’s tone stayed in that quiet, inquisitive state, his face only but a few inches from Scott’s.

Feeling his breath catch somewhat in his throat Scott replied, “Yeah, I do…”

The tension in the air was rising to a level that Scott was becoming slightly uncomfortable with. Bobby’s hand was slowly but surely making its way further down his arm. What concerned him the most was that he wasn’t trying to stop it. Normally he would, but the touch…it felt really nice. The tingling sensation left behind as the fingers moved over his skin felt much like that of which Jean used to do.

Eventually those fingers stopped, and when they did Scott instinctively looked down to where they had come to rest upon. When he looked up Bobby’s face was not even an inch from his own, and in a quick moment, the younger boy had kissed him.

Neither one said anything. There was nothing but eye contact.

But then another kiss came—only this time, not as tentative as before…and one not initiated by Bobby.

Scott didn’t know what had come over him; he just knew that the touch felt exhilarating, and he wanted to experience it again. When he pulled back from he looked at Bobby, who was looking at him with a grin.

Another kiss, hungrier this time, followed the stare the two shared. Bobby’s hand lifted itself back up to Scott’s shoulder and gripped it somewhat tighter than before. Even if they were only slight touches they were giving Scott chills, ones that caused small little goose bumps to appear on his arms. It had been so long since he had felt anything of any sort that he wanted more. Bobby seemed entirely too eager to comply.

The kiss was broken again despite Scott’s body telling him not to do so. “God, Bobby…”

“Let it out,” Bobby whispered, biting his lip with a lascivious look in his eyes.

And let it out Scott did. He nearly lunged at Bobby then, locking their lips in a somewhat abrupt, but nonetheless powerful kiss. Bobby’s body began to fall back upon the bench and without much thought to it Scott crawled atop of him, feeling his arousal growing within him at an alarming pace. Because it had been such a long period of time since he had done anything sexual, Scott could feel the adrenaline pumping through his system, his cheeks turning red and his ears doing the same.

Letting out an aroused grunt he brushed himself against Bobby’s front, the younger boy’s arms wrapping around his heated form. The thin, nimble fingers were working their way over his neck, stimulating Scott’s body even more than before. Though he really didn’t catch the fact that he was doing more of the kissing, it really didn’t matter.

“Mmm…”

Scott had begun to slowly grind himself against Bobby’s body, his arms resting on either side of it. He could feel cool fingers dancing over the small of his back, working their way toward the towel around his waist. It wasn’t long before they were slipping beneath it, undoing the white fabric. He lifted himself up only long enough for the towel to be thrown aside onto the floor, and Scott’s tongue began prodding against the younger, tenderer lips opposite him. This didn’t last long however, as he felt his sensitive, growing cock brush against Bobby’s leg again when he lowered himself, and he shuddered quietly. The kiss was once again broken.

Just as Scott was about to reinitiate the kiss he felt the warm, soft lips brushing against the crook of his neck. That being such a highly sensitive area Scott moaned some, something that seemed to further along the gentle kisses being placed upon it. Bobby’s nose nudged just beneath Scott’s ear, and his tongue ever so slowly slipped out, trailing down the heated flesh.

“God…”

The word left Scott’s mouth in what felt to him like a daze. He had never felt so alive. So focused was the older one on the ravishing of his neck that he didn’t notice the fingertips stopping just upon his hip. The amusing thing about the whole situation was that Scott was basically dry-humping Bobby’s clothed form, something that would have been much more enticing had it been skin to skin.

“Scott,” Bobby whispered with hot breath, contrastingly cool to the touch of his fingers. “Scott…”

Scott’s reply was very short, his skin tingling now that the lips were gone but the warm sensation still remained. “What?”

If Bobby could have seen it, the look upon Scott’s eyes was priceless.

Those cool fingers had worked their way around the hip and between the two of them, nimbly wrapping around the now erect length. Bobby’s own was quite apparent beneath the boxers, but it wasn’t the main focus here.

“F-Fuck,” Scott stuttered, his breath hitching in his throat. He tossed his head back somewhat and bit down on his lower lip.

After a hard swallow Scott about choked. Bobby’s fingers were stroking him, and the feeling was indescribable. His stomach muscles tensed, and the small beads of sweat that had lined his brow were finally becoming more apparent. It was absolutely amazing, and it hadn’t even really started yet.

Scott swallowed hard. “God, don’t stop…”

Bobby had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he continued to stroke Scott. It was gentle at first, but it soon became more than that. The lithe, lean body on top writhed as it was exposed to more and more of the carnal pleasures that it had been denied of for so long. Bit by bit Scott fell deeper and deeper into the pleasure trap that was being set for him…

…and then suddenly it was gone.

His heart racing and his newly found quiet pants stopping Scott glanced down at Bobby, dumbfounded. But instead of being removed (as he feared briefly) the younger one only gently nudged at him until Scott had his feet on the floor.

Needless to say his balance was a bit off at first.

“What’re you—”

“Shh…”

Scott didn’t understand what Bobby was getting at when he stood him up. His mind was so preoccupied with what had just been going on that he probably wouldn’t have coherently understood much of anything. Through the ruby tint of his glasses Scott noticed Bobby getting onto his side on the bench. He watched with fascination as the other gripped his cock again, giving it a teasing squeeze, which made Scott shiver.

And it wasn’t but a moment after that he felt as if he were going to fall over. The once cool tip of his prick was now enveloped in the warm, moist hole that was Bobby’s mouth. He jerked forward instinctively, a very lustful grunt escaping him. It was an amazing feeling…something akin to what he had experienced with Jean; but something about this felt so much more sensational, so much more arousing. Scott couldn’t describe it, nor did he think he really needed (nor wanted) to.

The feeling became nearly unbearable when he felt the tip of Bobby’s tongue teasing the slit of his head, which was already leaking pre-come from it. That seemed to pose little problem, and Bobby continued to let his tongue explore the sensitive organ, all the while his eyes glancing up as best they could to see Scott’s reaction. With his free hand the younger one opted to pleasure himself for a bit, slowly lowering his hand toward his boxer shorts. They were awfully tented, as the long, hard cock beneath them was just waiting to come out.

Bringing up one hand Scott ran the tips of his fingers gingerly over his chest. When he found one of his nipples he began to fondle it, tugging on the already hard nub. It was nowhere near as arousing as what Bobby was doing, both to Scott and to himself. He watched as the other slowly spread apart the flaps of his boxers and reached inside, tugging his cock out at an agonizingly slow pace. Scott thought his heart was going to jump right out of his fucking chest.

Just as he began to reveal his erection Bobby brought Scott’s cock back into his mouth again, though he took in somewhat more than before. The older one hissed as he took in a deep breath. It was…dangerously entrancing, watching what Bobby was doing. That coupled with his pretty decent blowjob and Scott was having himself a grand old time.

Though Scott had never seen Jean play with herself he had always wanted to watch someone do it, because that was something that turned him on. Thankfully Bobby was doing just that. Did he know what he was doing? Even if he did, it didn’t matter. Scott continued to massage his chest, his free hand running down his stomach and coming to rest upon Bobby’s fingers.

“Jesus fuck,” Scott gasped suddenly. His whole cock suddenly felt as if a chill had popped into the bathroom. His abdomen clenched in surprise, and he blinked a few times. Upon glancing down he noticed Bobby had that mischievous look in his eyes again. He must have given his hand a bit of cold…it was a nice touch.

Panting quite noticeably now the older one fidgeted with Bobby’s fingers to get them away from around the base of his prick. Scott wanted to stroke himself to this, and damned if he was going to be stopped. Bobby complied almost immediately, focusing his attention instead on sucking Scott’s cock and stroking himself.

“That’s…mm…”

By this time Bobby had begun to bob his head up and down on Scott’s cock. Before it had been a lot of play with his tongue, which was nice, but this was certainly better. The sensation felt very similar to him, but he wasn’t thinking from where; he was focusing on the pleasurable aspect…the part he didn’t want to stop. There didn’t seem to be any hurry to either.

“Fuck yes,” Scott grunted gruffly.

After getting a feel for Bobby’s rhythm he began to move his hips along with it, just so that more of him would get slipped inside that delightfully warm and inviting mouth. Scott wasn’t stroking himself but he was holding his cock in place and driving it, with the help of his hips, further into Bobby’s mouth. Bobby didn’t seem to mind much, instead began to vigorously stroke his own cock, muffled cries of pleasure and excitement beginning to come from him. These only made it that much more wonderful.

The familiar, yet equally unfamiliar tingling in the base of Scott’s lower abdomen was notifying him of his very imminent release. He was lost in the moment, wanting it to continue on forever and ever. His panting grew more frequent and his breaths shorter the closer he got to his orgasm. He wanted to keep pile-driving that hot and wet mouth but something stopped him, something within himself.

Finally he pulled out, his fingers stroking his cock fervently. The tip of his head whacked against the pale face of the smaller boy a few times as Scott proceeded to bring himself to the brink, but Bobby didn’t move his face. In fact he left it there, bright blue eyes looking up eagerly at Scott as he stroked himself.

Something was holding Scott back. He didn’t know what it was, but he was stroking and stroking, feeling the unbelievably strong tingle just begging for release. All at once his orgasm hit him, causing him to let out a soft cry of sheer ecstasy. His come spurted from his cock, splattering on Bobby’s cheek and lips, along with the back of the bench that they had been occupying. Scott jerked his pulsating length a few times as he rode his orgasm out, letting whines and whimpers bubble out of his mouth.

It seemed that seeing Scott come was all that was necessary in getting Bobby to the peak of his pleasure as well. With a few gasps and moans he spilled his juices all over his nightshirt and the bench, his pale cheeks flushed a brilliant shade of red. He stroked his softening erection after he came, panting quietly with eyes now closed.

What a great way to release, Scott thought.

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