Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:
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If reading this is in any way illegal where you are or at your age, or you don't want to read about male/male relationships, go away. You shouldn't be here.
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The X-Men and any related characters are property of Marvel Comics, trademarked and registered and copyrighted and all that. I'm using them without permission.
For those who read the comics and worry about such things, this story takes place in the (much simpler and easier to follow) Ultimate X-Men universe, right around issue 54. If you don't want to dig out your copy, the team at that time is Jean Grey, Cyclops, Iceman, Kitty Pryde, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Angel, and Dazzler.
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Thanks.
After Scott left, Seth sat in his room for a while thinking about what had happened. He had to admit that Scott was hot, and if things were different he wouldn't have any problem at all doing what they'd almost done. Just looking at that strong jaw, with the little bit of stubble, and his slim, chiseled body stretching out that t-shirt in all the right ways was enough to make Seth drool, but there were a couple problems. He was going to say that the main one was Jean, but that was actually kind of tied with the problem of Scott being straight.
Except Seth, and Scott for that matter, wasn't quite sure that Scott was straight. What straight guy hooked up with a gay guy (even though Seth had been asleep at the time he was pretty sure that still counted), admitted to the gay guy that he liked it, and then came back and almost did it again? Either Scott was really, extremely secure in his sexuality and didn't feel threatened or confused about a little side dabble here and there, or Scott wasn't as straight as he seemed to think.
And what about Jean? Seth wasn't sure if he would call her a friend, but she had been nice to him. A couple of times he'd felt like she was just treating him as an interesting new case, or an assignment ("Baby-sit the new kid for a while, Jean."), but he'd also felt like she liked him on some level, and that eventually they could be really good friends. Stealing her boyfriend would kind of prevent that from happening. It was bad enough that she was probably going to pick up what had already happened from either his thoughts or Scott's, if she hadn't already. Sure, she said she didn't go poking around in people's heads, but how did they know she meant it? The first thing she'd done when she met him was pull him into that weird mental version of the school.
Either way, it didn't matter. He and Scott had agreed that they shouldn't do anything like that again. He probably shouldn't touch anyone until he had better control. Making someone feel good could be just as bad as hurting them if it wasn't something that they wanted.
Glancing out the window, he realized that he'd been up here all the way through dinner and a little after, and his stomach growled as if it was just noticing that he hadn't eaten. Seth crept quietly down the stairs, sneaking past the rec room even though he heard the television, the canned studio laugh track mixed in with the real laughter of his new friends? Neighbors? Teammates? Whatever he was supposed to call them, he didn't feel like wandering in there right now without knowing who'd be around. After the confusing day he'd had with the orientation and the tour and the thing with Scott, he didn't feel like actually meeting Bobby yet.
He was almost done making a sandwich in the kitchen when he heard someone enter behind him.
"Hey," Warren said, smiling as Seth turned to glance at him. Warren was wearing the same thing he'd had on earlier, just a pair of jeans, and Seth wondered if every guy who lived here was hot.
"Hi," Seth said. "I was just making a sandwich."
"It's cool," Warren said, shrugging. It seemed like a much larger gesture when he shrugged because the wings on his back shifted, too, and Seth wondered if they were heavy. Warren ran a hand through his hair, pushing long blond strands out of his face. "I'm glad I ran into you. I wanted to, um, I wanted to apologize for earlier. For what I said out on the side lawn? I'm sorry about that."
"It's ok," Seth said, shrugging.
"No, it's not," Warren disagreed. "It was a really stupid thing to say. I just, you know, wasn't really thinking, and it was stupid to say it as soon as I met you."
"It's fine," Seth said, turning back to finish his sandwich. Warren went to the refrigerator and started rummaging around. "It could be worse."
"Really?" Warren asked, looking over the top of the door.
"Yeah," Seth answered, smiling a little. "I guess I'm finally going to meet Bobby tomorrow, and all I know about him is that he doesn't like me. How painful do you think that's going to be?"
"Well, you could just tell him to suck it up," Warren said, standing. He had two bottles of water and an orange cradled in one arm. "Or you could put him on his ass again."
"Oh, yeah," Seth agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "That would really help."
"Hey, if you do it enough times, maybe he'll figure out that you're not really the one with the problem," Warren said, and they both chuckled. Seth wrapped up his sandwich in a paper towel and realized that Warren was waiting for him at the doorway. "You know, Ali and I are just hanging out and watching TV if you want to come hang out or something. You don't have to sit up in your room by yourself."
"Oh, thanks," Seth said, feeling a little better. "I'm kind of worn out, though. I think I'm just going to crash for the night."
"That's cool," Warren said. They started walking down the hall.
"Can I ask a dumb question?" Seth asked, hoping it didn't sound rude or stupid. Warren nodded. "This is going to sound weird coming from someone who doesn't have any clothes, but do you own any shirts, or do you just always walk around like that?"
Warren didn't seem offended. In fact, he started laughing, and after a second Seth did, too.
"Yeah, I have shirts," Warren answered, almost dropping the water bottles. He stood up, and gave his wings a light flap, spreading them enough to fill the hallway. They looked so small when he kept them flat on his back, but when he opened them up the wingspan was huge, white feathers everywhere. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to put one on?"
The two of them were still laughing when a skinny, dark haired girl leaned out of the rec room. Her hair looked a little gunky, standing up in weird spikes, and the arm that Seth could see was covered in tattoos, black ink designs marching up down the skin from wrist to elbow.
"Warren! How long does it take for you to go get water?" she barked, stepping into the hallway. She stopped when she saw Seth, her eyes running up and down him once. "Hey, new kid."
"Hi," Seth said, smothering a giggle as she yanked the water bottle out of Warren's hand. She looked thoughtful for a second and then took the apple, too. Biting into it, she turned back to Seth.
"So, you're Seth," she said, chewing with her mouth open. Wow. She was just all kinds of classy in her army pants, flip flops, and dingy white beater that looked like she'd been using it to polish engine parts before she put it on.
"I was going to eat that," Warren muttered.
"Hi," Seth said again, unsure of what else to say.
"You have a power that the Professor hasn't quite named yet, you don't have a codename, and nobody knows anything else about you except that Ice-cube hates your guts," Ali said, one eyebrow cocked inquisitively. "Oh, and you put him and Kurt down in two seconds flat without even trying. After all the bitching and whining Bobby's been doing since Rogue left, that makes you the shit in my book, new kid."
Seth smiled. She was crass, but she seemed to be on his side.
"Thanks," he said, shrugging.
Ali jerked her head toward the rec room. "You want to come watch TV? Some lawyer show that Warren watches is about to come on."
"Oh, no, I don't want to butt in if you two are, you know, hanging out," Seth answered. Ali guffawed while Warren looked pained.
"Me and Birdboy? Oh, that's a good one," she said, shaking her head. "Never happen."
"I'm just going to carry my self-esteem back to the couch," Warren sighed, shaking his head. Seth felt really bad about his mistake, and figured he'd better go before he stepped in it even worse.
"That's ok," he said, shrugging. "I have kind of a full day tomorrow and I'm still a little worn out from getting here."
"Yeah, I heard it was rough, and that eye still looks like crap," Ali agreed, glancing up at Seth's black eye. She certainly was free with the compliments. "Have a good night, kid."
"You guys, too," Seth said, starting down the hallway. As he approached the stairs he heard Ali again.
"You didn't tell me new kid was cute."
"I guess I forgot to mention it," Warren sighed, dejected. Seth shook his head. Poor Warren.
A couple hours later, Seth was finally in bed. He'd eaten, brushed his teeth, stripped down to his boxers, and just pulled the sheet up when there was a soft knock at his door. He sat up, flicking on the nightstand lamp.
"Come in."
He wasn't expecting anyone in particular, but if he'd had to guess, he certainly wouldn't have been expecting Scott. Especially not Scott in just black boxer briefs and his red glasses.
"I know what we talked about before," Scott said, his little red glasses pointed at Seth as Seth tried to read his face, trying very hard not to let his eyes wander anywhere below Scott's neck. "But I just, I can't stop thinking about it."
"Thinking about what?" Seth asked, swallowing.
"This," Scott whispered, looking down. Seth followed Scott's gaze, taking in his firm pecs and rippling abs, lightly covered with the same brown hair that ran up his arms and legs, and his eyes settled on Scott's boxer briefs, the front of which were struggling to contain a very large, very hard looking erection.
"Oh," Seth said quietly.
Scott stepped toward the bed, closing the door behind him. He'd been lying in bed for about an hour, tossing and turning, trying to go to sleep, but his mind kept going back to last night and this afternoon. He'd tried ignoring it, but that hadn't worked. He'd tried jerking off, but even though he started out thinking about Jean it slowly became thinking about Seth, and he stopped. Now he was all pent up and frustrated, achingly hard in his boxer briefs, and he just couldn't ignore it anymore. Did this make him secretly gay? Did this mean he had been all along and just in denial? He didn't know or care, and he didn't want to think about that right now. All he knew was that his body wanted this. He'd worry about what his mind wanted later.
"Scott, what about Jean?" Seth asked, raising his knees under the sheet a little so that Scott couldn't see the tent that was starting to rise. Seth couldn't believe that he was trying to talk Scott out of this. He was gorgeous, he was ripped, and he was interested, but there was just so much wrong with this. "Hell, what about Peter? Didn't you just try to point me in his direction about three hours ago?"
"This isn't about them," Scott said, standing over the bed, the packed basket Seth was trying so hard to ignore right at eye level. It was bad enough that to see Scott's face Seth now had to look up past the pecs, noticing the hard points of Scott's dark brown nipples capping the smooth curves. This close, he could smell Scott, and could feel the heat radiating off of him. When Scott spoke again, he was almost pleading. "I tried to sleep, I tried to jerk off, it didn't help."
"I just, um, are you sure this is a good idea?" Seth asked, feeling his resolve slipping. He was seventeen, and a beautiful, almost naked man was standing over his bed pleading with him to have sex. That he'd held out this long was a miracle.
"No, it's probably not," Scott agreed. "But we can worry about that later."
Before Seth could say anything else, Scott grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him up so that he was kneeling on the bed, his mouth even with Scott's. Seth felt his power flare awake, absorbing Scott's lust, his painful need, and then Scott's mouth was pressed up against his. Seth groaned, his mouth falling open, and Scott pushed his tongue inside, invading him, pressing it against Seth's tongue in a slick, hot wrestling match for power, and then Seth gave up. They could worry about who shouldn't be doing what with whom when they were done.
The spike of Seth's power shooting through both of them was almost a physical blow. Instead of feelings, though, it was raw emotion coursing through the two of them, lust and want and need that drove them into each other. Scott was holding Seth's face so tightly it almost hurt, and his tongue was fighting its way into Seth's mouth like he wanted to strangle him with it. Their bare chests, Scott's a little hairy and Seth's completely smooth, scraped against each other, the firm tips of Scott's brown nipples rubbing against Seth's pink ones. Scott wasn't thinking at all, his mind racing with the thought that he needed this, needed release, and the animal instinct was feeding through him into Seth. Scott wanted to take him, wanted to have him and taste him and dominate him, and Seth wanted him to.
Seth groaned, his tongue pushing back against Scott's, and his hands found their way onto Scott's shoulders. They were firm and round, and Seth gripped them hard as Scott pushed him down onto the bed. Scott was laying on top of him now, still kissing him, driving his tongue into Seth's mouth like he was trying to eat him, and Seth squirmed and writhed beneath him. Scott was all firm muscle, sliding over the top of Seth, their legs entwined and scraping together, chests pushing against each other as they fought for air, and lower Seth could feel the hard spike of Scott's cock grinding against his own. Scott's hips drove against his, pushing and shoving, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin layers of their underwear.
Seth raked his fingers down Scott's back, feeling the coiled masses of muscle bunch and shift, and Scott made a harsh noise, almost a growl, as he arched his back up into Seth's hands.
Scott pulled his mouth off of Seth's suddenly, both of them sucking in loud gasps of air, and then Scott was sliding up Seth's body, as fast and limber as a gymnast. Neither of them was thinking now, both of them lost in the hot lust flooding their brains and the maddening feeling of every touch, every push and press and scraping friction, mirrored back and forth by Seth's power. Scott straddled Seth's chest, panting, pushing his groin toward Seth's face, and grabbed a handful of his hair to jerk his head forward. Seth opened his mouth and fastened it over the bulge of Scott's prick, sucking and chewing through the cotton, pressing his tongue against it, trying to taste him.
"Eat me," Scott groaned, his hips working as he thrust his cock into Seth's face.
He stared down at Seth as Seth stared up at him, struggling for eye contact through the stupid red glasses. Scott ran his free hand up his chest to play with his nipple, and Seth groaned around the hard wet lump of fabric and flesh in his mouth, feeling phantom fingers tweaking his own nipple. It was too much, too hot, but at the same time it wasn't enough. Scott needed more, and he needed more, and all he could think about was smothering that need as he hooked his fingertips into the waistband of Scott's boxer briefs and tugged them down as far as they would go, fighting them over the rock hard curves of Scott's ass and the stiff, throbbing spike of his cockmeat.
Scott groaned as the air hit his cock, his fingers tightening in Seth's hair as he jerked Seth's head back, pulling his panting mouth open. Seth stared at Scott's cock as it throbbed against his abs, a thick pole that had to be almost eight inches long, crisscrossed with veins as it rose out of a dark bush of brown pubes. Seth saw a thin stream of glistening precum oozing out of the slit in Scott's cut head, a fat tan mushroom just waiting to be tasted, and even as Scott pulled Seth's head forward Seth was gripping Scott's hard asscheeks with both hands, pulling him in. Scott's head brushed past Seth's pink lips, smearing them with sticky juice, and then he was groaning again as it popped inside.
"Suck it," Scott growled, his voice deep and hoarse, as he looked down to see himself stretching Seth's mouth open.
He only had the head and an inch of the shaft in, but it already felt amazing. Seth's mouth was hot and wet and tight, and his tongue lashed and twisted around the head as he made soft, whimpering sounds of need. Seth was nursing on the head, his cheeks sucked in tightly around it and his tongue exploring the rim, sliding through the slit, and Scott fought not to plunge all the way in even as he felt Seth pulling at his ass again, Seth's body crying out for more, give him more, give him the whole thing, slide it in, ram it in, fuck his mouth, please, yes, please, and Scott was lost, unable to resist. Seth's power pulled at him the same way his hands did, and Scott's hips began to move as he started to thrust back and forth in Seth's mouth, pushing the head into his throat, giving him a little more on every thrust.
"Yes, yes, yes," Scott was panting, over and over, as he stared down at Seth.
Seth's eyes were closed as he focused on the task before him, the hot hard spike that needed his attention. He could feel Scott's cock stretching his mouth, sliding deeper and deeper into him as Scott's heavy, low hanging balls rubbed his chin, the curling brown hairs on his sack almost tickling. All he could think about was pleasing Scott, feeling him getting closer, consuming his maleness, the hard center of him. Scott's feelings of pleasure, waves of it, radiated through Seth as well, driving him to suck harder, deeper, to wash his tongue over the shaft and head each time Scott pulled back. A salty, thick stream of precum was leaking out of Scott's dick, flooding Seth's tongue each time Scott pulled back, and Scott gasped as he realized that the salty taste in his mouth, exotic and new but delicious, wasn't really there, but was coming to him from Seth. He was tasting what Seth tasted, and because Seth liked it, Scott liked it, too.
"Suck my cock," Scott grunted, sweat breaking out on his body and then, immediately, on Seth's. "Suck it, please, suck it."
Scott looked down, watching his slick shaft glistening in the dim light through the window, and licked his lips, trying to get more of that taste, that slick salty flavor. He felt Seth's tongue fluttering over him, mirroring his own, and groaned again, his cock pulsing as it spilled a fresh gush of precum into Seth's mouth. Seth's eyes were closed, not tightly, his face a tightening mask of urgency, and Scott felt himself getting close, so close. He wanted to see Seth, wanted to look into his soft blue eyes to share this moment, this closeness, and as soon as he thought it Seth's eyes popped open. Seth moaned around Scott's prick as his eyes climbed Scott's sweating, heaving torso. The abs crunched and flexed above Scott's bush, rolling from smooth waves to a tight ladder of bricks, and above them Scott's curved pecs jutted out. Scott's nipples were tight brown buds, hard points begging for attention, and his smattering of chest hair was darkened and slicked down, sweat coursing through it, all of it dripping down and leading to the fat cock ramming in and out of Seth's mouth.
Scott felt Seth's body quicken at the sight of his own, felt Seth tense up and send a hot wave of even greater need through their link into Scott, turning them both on even more. While he still had one hand gripping Seth's head tightly, keeping him from sliding away as Scott impaled his mouth with his dick, Scott reached back with his other hand, sliding it down Seth's sweating, smooth torso until he reached Seth's boxers. Darting into the fly, Scott wrapped his fingers around Seth's curved shaft, touching another man for the first time as he hauled Seth's prick out of his boxers and began to roughly stroke it. Seth's hips jerked as he began to thrust into Scott's hand, feeling the tight grip on his shaft, Scott's fingers bumping the crown where the head met the shaft. Scott was riding Seth's face, breeding it, and Seth's hips fucked Scott's hand with the same fervor, the same thrusts. Scott's balls tightened up on Seth's chin, the sack firming, and Seth's balls drew up between his legs. Seth's hands left Scott's ass, releasing it, and slid quickly up his chest to grab his nipples and twist them, sending himself the same mixed surge of pain and pleasure, and that was it.
"Fuck!" Scott burst, flooding Seth's mouth with shot after shot of thick, milky cum. Beneath him, Seth's body bucked and tensed, a groan escaping around Scott's shooting prick, and Scott felt a splash of wetness as Seth fired thick ropes of cum against his back and ass.
Scott let out a sharp gasp as he pulled away from Seth, his cock sliding out of Seth's mouth even as Seth leaned up, trying to follow it, his tongue reaching out like a probing finger. Seth's tongue flickered over Scott's head, caressing it, and Scott paused, letting his heavy, half hard cock hang in front of Seth's face as Seth cleaned it. Scott's fingers were running through Seth's short hair, smoothing the sweaty tangle back from his forehead as Seth lapped contentedly at the fat head of his cock. Both of them were panting, but the feelings were less intense, and Scott could sense Seth's power simmering down. Seth sensed it, too, and realized he felt completely spent. He'd experienced both orgasms at the same time, as had Scott, and both of them felt like they'd just run a couple marathons.
Scott pulled all the way, easing himself off of Seth and almost collapsing next to him. Both of them lay on their backs, panting, staring at the ceiling and unsure of what to say. Finally, Seth broke the silence, worried about it being awkward. He'd only been with two other guys, but both of them had been experienced, so he was unsure of what Scott would do now even though Scott had been the one to come to him.
"Scott?"
"Yeah?"
Seth's voice was low, and Scott's answer matched it. The mansion was completely quiet, as if they were the only ones awake.
"Was that what you felt last night? In the infirmary?"
"Kind of," Scott answered. "This was different. It was more, I guess, I don't know. More real."
"It was intense," Seth breathed, finally letting his eyes flick over to Scott's face, taking in the strong jaw, the thickly corded neck, the way that all Scott's muscles still bulged and rippled even though he was completely relaxed.
"Yeah," Scott said, feeling a flush rush through him as he realized that they were both still naked. He knew they shouldn't have done it, that he should have left Seth alone after what happened this afternoon, but he couldn't help it, and now that it was done he felt guilty. He knew that Jean had been with other people, and that they hadn't ever talked about being monogamous, but she'd stopped sleeping with Wolverine when they finally got together. That meant something, he knew, even if they hadn't talked about it. He sat up quickly, sliding off the bed, and felt the stickiness of Seth's cum on his back.
"Scott?" Seth asked, sitting up. Scott was pulling his boxer briefs up, his back to Seth.
"We shouldn't have done this," Scott said quickly, finally turning back to Seth when he had his boxer briefs up and himself tucked back inside. He'd have to go shower as soon as he got out of here, to get that stuff off of his back. Seth squirmed under his gaze, unable to read his eyes through the glasses, and he pulled the sheet up over himself to his waist. Was Scott mad at him?
"I'm sorry," Seth said quickly, looking away. "I didn't mean to. It's just that you came in here, and when you touched me."
"It's not your fault," Scott said quickly, holding up his hands. "No, I mean it. It wasn't you. It was me."
"Sure," Seth said, not believing it for a minute. He didn't bother trying to cover the sarcasm in his tone, because he was too hurt by Scott's sudden, curt dismissal.
"I mean it," Scott said, standing over him. His voice trailed off as he continued speaking, getting lower and lower. "It's not you. It's, I, um, I don't know, I don't know what I want."
He turned and jerked open the door, the dim light of the hallway falling over his bare shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Seth. I don't know how to talk about this, and I just, I'm sorry."
And then he was gone, darting into the hall and closing the door behind him.
Seth pulled his knees up to his chest, thinking, and sighed. Even though Scott said it wasn't his fault, he still felt like he'd done something wrong.
To be continued.
Side note: I realized a couple days ago that I forgot to think up a cool X Man codename for Seth. Suggestions are welcome.