MORNING DEVOTIONS

 It’s almost 2 years after the Battle of the Golden Gate Bridge.   In addition to being an X-Man, Kurt has recently begun teaching classes at the School.

This is a short prologue to a much longer story series.  While the prologue is rather tame as far as sex is concerned, the succeeding stories will more than make up for this lack.  Each story can be read alone, but they are better in order.  There is a chronological list of the rest of the stories including URLs after the German Translation at the end.  

NOTE ON MY TRANSLITERATION OF KURT’S ACCENT:  It’s my hope that any of my readers, being already very familiar with the way Kurt speaks in the movie, will have little trouble “hearing” his voice in their head.  The only thing I’ve done to suggest his accent is to substitute, wherever necessary, a “V” sound for a “W” sound when he is actually speaking.  I tried doing more, but it became too cumbersome to understand, even for me.

Strictly speaking, if Kurt is telling the story, he should be using his accent all the time, including when he’s quoting what other characters say, but that would only add to the confusion.

Translation of German words and phrases at the end.  I have tried to make the meanings clear in context also.

Mein Gott, is the sun coming up already?!  Yes, it must be.  The windows are getting light.  Pfui!  It would be so nice to remain here in bed, with the warmth of Logan’s body close against my back.  Why did I tell Storm I would teach the German class so early in the morning?  I should have remembered how much I hate getting up early, especially after Logan and I spend most of the night enjoying each other in so many different ways.

Oh well, it is almost time for the alarm to go off anyway and that would surely have awakened Logan, who does not need to get up for many hours yet to teach his Danger Room class.

Regretfully, I extricate myself from his arms.  I would much rather stay right here to wake up him up in a very different manner.

As I struggle out of bed, I wonder, as always, if Logan is just pretending to be asleep.  After all this time, he knows how grouchy I am in the mornings.  Better to avoid me entirely.  I must confess to envying him lately, still snug in bed as I get up, shivering in the early morning chill as the air hits my bare skin.  Maybe it would be better if I wore pajamas?  Nein, I know what would happen if I did.  I cannot afford to buy a new pair every night just because he likes to undress me with his claws.

I quietly pull the bathroom door closed behind me, heading for the shower.  After I turn on the water to let it warm up, I go to the toilet.  As I stand emptying my bladder, I look out the small window and see the snow-covered trees on a section of the estate.  Being on the third floor of the building, I can see for quite a distance.  It would be a lovely view if my eyes were not so bleary.  Oh well, a hot shower will fix that and leave me more alert.

Has it really been a little less than two years that I have been living here?  It seems like forever.  I can not believe that I feel so at home. 

I shake my head in wonderment as I shake off the last drops of pee, then step into the shower, which has finally gotten around to producing hot water.

Gratefully, I step into the warmth of the shower and let the water rush over my back while washing my hair.  I start soaping my chest and the front of my body, then turn around.  The sudden impact of water hitting my penis makes me gasp, as the familiar jolt of desire tenses my muscles and creates that wonderful feeling deep inside me.  I play back the memory of the night that is now ending, feeling again Logan’s fingers, his mouth, working on me, opening me with his cock, filling me with pleasure and cum.  The ache grows within me.  Forget the verdammt class.  Let me just go back to Logan.  We could –

No, Kurt.  Stop it.  Stop it right now.  Storm will wring you out and hang you up to dry if you fail to appear for your class.  Most especially so since the students will all have a pretty good idea of why I am not there and what I am doing.  Sometimes there are disadvantages to being honest and open about one’s sexuality.

Reluctantly, I turn off the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist to discourage my stiffening cock’s obvious intentions.

I get dressed quickly and quietly in the dim bedroom.  Suits and ties have never caught on here, except for Professor Xavier himself, thank goodness!  I do not even have to wear shoes if I do not want to – and I do not.

Just before I leave the room, I go over to the bed to check on the man I love.  As long as I am lying beside him with one of his arms draped over me, he tends to lie still.  However, when I am not there, he tosses around so much that he either gets tangled in the covers or loses them entirely.  And let us not even discuss what he does to the covers when he has one of his frequent nightmares!

This morning, he is mostly naked except for part of the blanket that is draped artistically over his legs as he sprawls out on his back.  The blanket affords him no modesty, as it stops short just below his genitals, as if it wants to draw attention to them, rather than conceal them.  Fondly shaking my head and swallowing my lust at this vulnerable display, I bend forward to grasp the blanket and pull it up over him, only to find myself grabbed by two strong arms and jerked forward onto his chest.

“Gotcha!” he exclaims triumphantly, his mouth covering mine before I can even think up a retort.

Our tongues are soon exploring each others’ mouths, as my barely subdued desire asserts itself once again.  I have just started to wrap myself around him in earnest using every appendage I have, when I feel a sharp smack against my backside.  Logan breaks away from our kiss, a truly evil grin on his face.

“Naughty, naughty, darlin’.  Get going now or you’ll be late for class.”

“Zum Teufel, Logan!” I curse as I leap off of him as fast as I can, while he laughs heartily.  “What did you do that for?!”

“To get a rise out of you.”

“Vell, you have certainly done that.”  I snort with disdain, glancing meaningfully down at the very visible bulge in the front of my jeans.  “Vhat am I supposed to do about this?”

“Save if for later, Elf.  I guarantee we’ll find a use for it then.”

He laughs again as he picks up the alarm clock, pointing a finger at it and ostentatiously showing me the time.  “Better get going, Herr Lehrer, if you expect to make it to class before your students do.”

Damn the man!  He knows full well how I feel about mornings, and still he harasses me like this.  Then I shake my head.  It truly is quite funny, the way he is lying there stark naked, an alarm clock in his hand and a silly grin on his face that is highly uncharacteristic of him.  I start laughing myself, unable to maintain my anger.

“Later,” I agree, matching his silly grin with my own mouthful of teeth.  “And I plan to hold you to that promise.”

As I turn to the door, I hear him say,  “I’m countin’ on it, darlin’.  I’m countin’ on it.”

GERMAN TRANSLATIONS

Mein Gott!                     My God!

Pfui!                     Phooey!

Verdammte       damned

Zum Teufel!        To the Devil!

Herr Lehrer        Literally:  Mr. Teacher