Happy Birthday

HAPPY BIRTHDAY (NC-17)
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A/N Happy birthday, Foxy! A slash PWP for you...

A/N 2 For those who don't know, Jono is Chamber, of Gen X fame. I'd go into detail about his mutation, but let's just say he's essential a corporeal shell for pure energy and is missing most of his torso and half his face. He's not happy about this.

"Are you sure?"
_*Yes, I'm bloody sure! _ * Jono glanced around the room as if expecting someone to leap out and cry "Gotcha!" _*Look, I don't know how much time we have... _ *
"Don't worry, they won't be back for hours." Kurt's eyes glowed in the dark room. "Last chance..."
_*For someone who was so nervous ten minutes ago, you sure are anxious now! _ * Jono tried to convey his excitement in his voice but found it nearly impossible with telepathy. _*The door locked? _ *
"Ja...I checked twice..." Kurt gulped then, nerves getting the better of him. "Are we crazy?"
_*Probably...but don't you want to try this? _ *
Kurt nodded. "Very much." He took a tentative step towards Jono, then another, then one large one, closing the distance before he could loose courage. "This is verdammten strange, ja?"
_*What you said. _ * Jono reached for Kurt's hips a bit shakily, pausing to steel himself before outright grabbing his friend. _*I didn't think I could actually...you know...before today. Not since...not since what happened to me happened. But...hell, I want to do this, Kurt... _ *
Kurt licked his lips and found that he could not meet Jono's intense gaze. They had been in the gym, an innocent enough enterprise, that evolved into more, disturbing and enticing them both. Kurt had been working on the small rig set up for his use by Logan and the Professor, reveling in the feeling of flying through the air, twisting and flipping with an ease that was born, not bred. He became aware after several minutes of someone watching him so he launched himself into a complicated, impressive dismount and landed on the floor mat with a thud that made his teeth rattle. He fully expected to see Kitty staring at him so he was a little taken aback to see Jono's black-clad form approaching him rapidly. "What is it?" he had asked, nervous at the sudden proximity of the older teenager.
_*Kurt...this is awkward as balls, but... Hell, okay, I need to explain something to you that you aren't going to want to hear but I swear to God, if you freak out on me, I'm going to blast you into the next county. _ *
What had followed had been one of the most awkward conversations of Kurt's short life. It seemed almost funny now, in the darkened bedroom, Jono so close to him that the salty tang of his skin was nearly tangible to Kurt's heightened senses. Back in the moment, Kurt smiled and said, "So...you're attracted to me are you?"
_*Don't get cocky... _ *Jono found the humor in his own words even as Kurt did. _ *You're here, too, aren't you? You're not objecting to this... _ *
Kurt ducked his head, pressing it against Jono's shoulder in the process. He could feel the heat that was the essence of Jono's being, the pure radiant energy that composed everything that Jono had become, burning against his skin. "I'm curious..."
_*You won't be in a few minutes. _ *
"Is that all it takes?" Kurt said teasingly.
_*If you keep talking we'll never find out, will we? _ * Jono gripped Kurt's shoulders and pushed him away almost roughly. He wanted to kiss the other teenager but did not want to remove the wrappings over his face, partially out of fear of Kurt's reaction and partially out of fear of just what would happen should things get too out of hand, so to speak.
Kurt seemed to be worried about the same thing because he asked, "Didn't you sort of...have trouble...when Paige came onto you last month?"
_*That's different...no offense, mate, but that involved deeper emotions than this. _ * Jono squeezed Kurt's arms in a rush of feeling, a mixture of affection and lust, the sudden spike of interest that he had felt watching Kurt in the gym a raging fire now in his core. He had never really felt interested in other guys before, but for some reason, Kurt's vague delicacy, the cat like grace of his movements and gentle nature seemed to somehow make the attraction...acceptable. Jono felt irritated with himself for rationalizing it so, but he could not help it. Kurt stared at him expectantly and finally, Jono moved. He pulled Kurt against him, letting him feel the growing arousal between them. Kurt gasped and turned a deeper shade of blue at the sensation, the hard flesh hidden behind the fabric of Jono's slacks rubbing against his own body enticingly. _*Slowly, eh? _ *
Kurt nodded. "Slowly..." He was surprised at how much he wanted to do this, the feeling of being wanted making him forget what it was like to be alone so recently. He forgot, for the moment, about Kitty dating Lance, forgot about Amanda breaking up with him because he could not stop dwelling on Kitty, forgot about Tabby using him... All Kurt knew was that Jono, someone he liked and respected, wanted him and that was enough for him. _Doesn't hurt that you find him attractive, does it? _ Kurt asked himself. He forced himself to admit it, if only in his mind...he found Jono very attractive and had even entertained the odd thought about just how his friend's damaged body would manage such a task as self gratification, complete with visuals. Of course, he allowed, those images came to him very late at night and he often wrote them off as simple tiredness. _ Face it...you weren't always that tired, imagining what he could be doing down in the basement while you're in your room... _
Jono tired of waiting for Kurt to make a move so he took initiative. He pushed Kurt against the door to his bedroom, locked securely between them and the rest of the world, and reached between them to unfasten first his own pants, then the shorter teenager's. _*We're...limited... _ *
Kurt nodded. He knew that they could not do everything that less affected mutants or even most nonmutants could do, but he was willing to try everything else available to them. The feeling of Jono's fingers grasping his quickly stiffening length made Kurt gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as new, conflicting feelings shot through his body. His friend's fingers were more gentle than he expected, stroking and squeezing as he rocked his hips against the rhythm being set. Kurt bit back a groan as Jono brushed his thumb over the head of his erection, the frisson of heated sensation coupled with the sticky cool feeling of the seeping moisture being spread across the tender skin there enough to make Kurt fumble for his friend's arousal blindly. His tridactyl hand quickly grasped Jono and began mimicking the tugging and stroking motions already in play, making the British mutant hasten his ministrations, moving closer to Kurt as he did so, their hands and arousals brushing randomly, the awkward fumblings and urgent sounds and grabs growing more heated as the seconds past. Kurt buried his face against Jono's shoulder, stifling a cry of surprised pleasure as Jono reached his other hand between them, cupping the soft skin beneath Kurt's member and tugging lightly before reaching even lower, pressing the tiny spot between the root of his length and that tightly guarded entrance that was becoming surprisingly more interesting to Kurt as time spun onward between them.
_*Kurt, _ * Jono began but did not know what else to say. He wanted to be inside Kurt but did not know how to express it, almost ashamed at the desire. Kurt, however, seemed to have no such qualms. Jono felt something pushing against his lower back, snaking between his pale skin and the waistband of his pants, sliding downward over the swell of flesh and muscle that the girls all seemed to find so fascinating. Jono wished and wanted to be able to cry out as the tip of Kurt's tail pressed against the tight passageway, but instead he leaned forward, pressing Kurt even harder against the door. They were so close together that they could do little more than grip each other tightly, their arousals seeping and hot. Kurt made a tiny noise in his throat, somewhere between surprise and pleasure, as he slid slowly, centimeter by centimeter into Jono. The older teenager stiffened as something inside him was rubbed against, Kurt's tail finding a certain spot that made the urge to climax nearly uncontrollable. _*Slow down! _ *
"Nein," Kurt gasped. "You're close, I can feel it...God, I can feel it..." He pushed against Jono just enough to make room between them, never once stopping the thrusting and seeking of his tail within his friend. "I want you to..." Carefully, Kurt lowered himself to his knees, stretching his tail to keep up the ministrations. Jono's length bobbed before him, almost frightening in it's reality but still begging and alluring nonetheless. _ Put up or shut up time _ , Kurt thought to himself. Somehow, what he was about to do seemed more real than the touching and rubbing and even the probing that had been going on. He closed his eyes and thought of every single fantasy he had ever had involving this, imagining what he would like to have done to him as he slowly, gently, pressed his lips against the darkened head, tasting the salty fluid beading there. Jono jumped a little in surprise but did not try to pull away as Kurt parted his lips, taking his length in gradually, pausing to lick and suckle at the hard, smooth shaft whenever he thought he might have taken him in too far. Once he felt Jono's length pressing against the back of his throat, Kurt began moving in earnest. He withdrew almost entirely before plunging back against his length, scraping his teeth against the underside of Jono's arousal just enough to make the older teenager grasp at the back of his head, seeking the feelings Kurt was creating within him.
Jono's world had been reduced to sensation and colors dancing behind his eyelids; sharp sparkling stars of every color of the rainbow danced every time Kurt took him further into his warm and willing mouth. He did not think of how odd this was, how out of sorts he should be feeling. He did not even think about whether or not they would ever do this again. All Jono thought was that he was damned glad that he had gotten the courage to approach Kurt that morning, no matter how much his logical mind protested doing so. Jono pushed against Kurt's mouth then as the younger teenager drew hard on his length. Bracing himself against the door with one hand, Jono pushed against the back of Kurt's head in anticipation of the forthcoming climax. The tail with in him pushed and sought, rubbing that same rough spot nearly frantically, making Jono very aware that he would be sore afterwards, when his release struck. He felt Kurt gag slightly at the sudden rush of hot, salty fluid in his mouth then began sucking again on his member, swallowing everything spilled into him. Slowly and very nearly painfully, the tail was withdrawn from Jono's passageway as Kurt rose shakily to his feet, his own arousal obvious and throbbing as he half heartedly wiped at his mouth. _*I wish I could return the favor... _ *
Kurt smiled faintly, not quite willing to touch himself in front of Jono and feeling all the more silly because of it, given wheat had just transpired. He noticed Jono's gaze on his length and sighed. _May as well... _ Kurt grasped his length and began stroking slowly, a familiar activity that he knew could bring him release in a matter of moments or could be drawn out to last as long as he wanted, depending on the fantasy he was entertaining. Now, with Jono's hot gaze on him, the taste of his friend still on his lips and tongue and the heady rush of feelings still coursing through his veins, Kurt did not want to torment himself. Pumping his fist faster, he grabbed one of Jono's hands and placed it over his own, guiding him in how he wanted to be touched before removing his own grasp. His hips moved uncontrollably as release overtook him, hot and spurting on Jono's hand, making Kurt groan and gasp as he emptied himself. After a moment or two, he pushed Jono gently away and glanced apologetically at the mess. "I'm sorry..."
_*Don't be. I...I liked it. I think. _ *
"You think?"
_*This is all very new to me. _ *
"Ja, ja...same here..." Kurt took a breath and rushed his next words, "Jono, what made you...made you want to do this today?"
_*Well...I can't really answer that. I was just really depressed this morning... _ *
"Big surprise," Kurt snorted, seeking some equilibrium.
_*Funny. I was depressed and I wanted to make myself hurt or feel or something other than mope so I went to the gym and I saw you there...I just...I wanted you. Badly. _ *
"Oh," he replied in a tiny voice. "What...what were you so depressed about?"
Jono made a gesture that bespoke embarrassed frustration. _*I hate birthdays...just a reminder that I'll never get older, that I'm a fucking walking corpse... _ *
Kurt smiled suddenly and pressed against Jono. "I'd say this wasn't a bad birthday present, eh? In fact..." He stood on his toes just enough to bring himself to Jono's eyelevel. "Consider this an official birthday greeting," he said a little thickly, pressing his lips to where Jono's would have been under the swath of fabric covering his face. He took a step back and grinned again. "In fact, I think there might be another one just like it around here somewhere for later..."