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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, and starts 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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Seth was almost asleep when he heard his door open. The door itself didn't make any noise, no squeaky hinges or creaking frame, but the latch made a soft sound when the knob was turned. If Seth had already been asleep, it wouldn't have been loud enough to wake him, but he was somewhere in that lost twilight between asleep and awake when Scott pushed the door open, and he blinked and came completely awake as Scott pushed it closed again. The hallway was dark, the main lights off, but there was always a light on somewhere in the house, and Seth had been in his dark room trying to sleep for over an hour, so his eyes had adjusted enough to pick out Scott's silhouette.
Scott paused at the doorway, unsure of what he should say as he stood in his baggy flannel pajama pants, shirtless and barefoot. He knew why he had come, but now that he was here, the whole thing just seemed a little weird. Was he supposed to climb into bed with Seth and just start making out? Did Seth even want him there? Other than opening his eyes when Scott opened the door, Seth hadn't moved. Through his goggles, the casual strap on pair that he wore around the house, everything appeared to Scott in various shades of red, and when the door was open he'd been able to pick out the slim outline of Seth's back and shoulders above the sheet bunched up at his waist. If he'd been walking into Jean's room, she would have sat up, would have known he was coming and why, but now?
He was barely even sure of why he was here. He had asked Seth earlier if he could come to his room, and Seth had said yes, but was Seth answering the same thing Scott was asking for?
"Seth?" Scott whispered. There was probably no need to whisper. Seth's room was at the far end of the hall, in a mostly empty wing. The other bedroom, connected through the bathroom, was empty, and the one next to that had been Hank's, which none of them had the heart to clean out. Further down was the room Allison was supposed to sleep in, but judging from the vigorously athletic noises Scott had heard coming from Warren's room, Ali wasn't in her own bed. It's not like anyone would hear them, especially with the door closed, but Scott still felt like he should whisper. "Are you awake?"
"I am now," Seth whispered. He could tell that Scott hadn't moved because he hadn't heard anything, and he waited to see what Scott would do now.
Should he call Scott over? Invite him into the bed, peel the sheet back and pat the mattress? He was pretty sure Scott wanted that. Until the scene in the shower today he hadn't thought that. Seth had really been sure that the night Scott came to his room was a one time thing caused by stress and hormones and whatever else, but the things Scott had said when he ground himself against Seth that afternoon made it clear that Scott was still thinking about it, and had been continuously since it happened. It was clear what Scott wanted, but Seth still wasn't sure if it was what he wanted, too.
He'd had the chance to say no, though, and when it came he had said yes. Whatever was going to happen between him and Scott, he couldn't pretend it was just a matter of circumstance or chance or accident. The two of them had made a conscious decision that brought Scott to his room again.
"Where you sleeping?" Scott asked. "I know it's late. I was just-"
Scott's voice trailed off. How was he supposed to explain that he was just down the hall, in the other wing, with his girlfriend? Jean had sensed that something was bothering him. They'd kissed for a while, but he hadn't really been into it. He'd tried, but he was distracted and Jean had caught it. They'd been lying on her bed, Scott kissing the side of her neck, when she gently took his face in her hands and turned his goggles toward her bright green eyes. To Scott, of course, they looked black.
"Scott, something's bothering you," she said simply.
"No, I," Scott began, swallowing. "I'm fine."
Jean smirked and shook her head.
"Scott, I love you, but I'm a telepath, remember?" Jean shook her head, wondering why Scott bothered trying to lie. Even now his face was blank but his thoughts screamed out that he was busted. "Something's eating at you, and you'd rather be taking care of it than taking care of me."
"Jean, I," Scott began again, but Jean help up her hand.
"I love you, but you can't lie," Jean shrugged. "Should I guess?"
Scott paled, feeling the color drain out of himself even though he tried to cover it. The tight little spring inside of him, that constant sense of responsibility and stress that drove him from his core, got a little tighter, and Jean sensed that, too. It would only take her a second to reach inside his head and pull out what he'd done, what he was thinking, and what he was planning to do, and he felt everything inside of him clenching as that thought occurred to him.
"I don't think this is," Scott began, his voice cracking. "I mean, I don't think we should."
"If it's Peter and Seth, leave it alone," Jean said, sitting up. "They need to work that out for themselves. If it's Bobby and Kitty, you should keep an eye on it but let them work it out."
"There's a Bobby and Kitty now?" Scott blurted, sitting up.
"You have to keep better track of the gossip around here," Jean snickered. "Kitty and Spider Man are off, for the moment, and ever since we went to Genosha Kitty and Bobby has been on. Like I said, though, if that's it, leave it alone. If it's Ali and the Professor, leave that alone, too. And, I guess, if it's none of those things, you should just go take care of it."
"Jean," Scott said again, looking at his hands. This whole conversation, it seemed suddenly, had mostly consisted of him saying Jean's name in various tones of voice, but she seemed not to mind, smiling her same pixie-like smile the entire time.
"It's ok," Jean said, shrugging. "Go take care of it. I'll still be here later, or tomorrow, or whenever you're done."
Scott stood, thinking. He could turn away from this whole thing, could stay here with Jean, but the thing with Seth was different. He'd never felt like that. Sex with Jean was amazing, but sex with Seth had been amazing, too, and there were things, other things in the back of his mind that they hadn't even done yet. And that, right there, the word "yet", told Scott that he'd already made up his mind. He stood up, kissing Jean on the forehead, and walked to her door.
"I love you, baby," he whispered, feeling guilty but also knowing that this was something he had to do.
"I love you, too," Jean said, reaching for a book on her nightstand. "Go take care of your stuff."
And now here he was, standing in Seth's room with his back against the door, attempting to take care of his "stuff". His eyes had adjusted to the dark now, and he could see that Seth hadn't moved much, if it all. Seth still lay on his stomach in his bed, his arms folded up on the pillow and his cheek resting on them, his face blank as he watched Scott. Again, Scott wondered what he should do, but Seth wasn't giving him any signs. Seth, for his part, wasn't giving any signs because he still wasn't sure of what he should do. He could see Scott leaning against the door, and his eyes couldn't help running up and down the ripples of Scott's bare torso even as he smirked inside at the utter fratboy straightness of Scott's plaid flannel pajama pants, but there seemed to suddenly be a gulf between them, something they didn't know how to cross. They both knew how they wanted to end up, but neither seemed to know quite how to get there.
"Can I, um, sit down?" Scott asked finally.
"Sure," Seth answered, sliding over a little so that Scott would see that he was welcome to sit on the bed, rather than in the desk chair. When he moved the sheet, already down at his waist, pulled just a little lower, enough for Scott to be almost completely sure that Seth wasn't wearing anything under it. His back was a long curve of alabaster, dappled here and there with shadows and hollows of muscle, but mostly just a completely smooth expanse that Scott wanted to run his hand down, following it from the shoulder all the way down to the rise of Seth's ass just below the bunched top of the sheet. Seth felt the bed sink as Scott perched on the edge of it, sitting alongside Seth's hips, and he spoke again quietly in the dark. "I wasn't really asleep, you know."
"Why not?" Scott asked, his heart thumping in his chest. He was surprised that Seth couldn't hear it, because it sounded like the loudest bass drum in his own ears.
"My whole body is sore," Seth sighed, shifting a little. Scott watched him move sinuously beneath the sheets that were almost the same color as his pale skin, and felt his heart thumping even harder. Seth moved his arms a little, trying to ease a little bit of the strain in his back, but he really had been tossing and turning since the minute he got in bed. No matter how he lay, some bruise or strain or bump seemed to be pressed on or pulled at, and it had been like that every night for the past couple days. "In case you forgot, you've spent the whole week beating the hell out of me. I can't get to sleep because I can't get comfortable."
"Maybe, uh, maybe I could help with that," Scott said, his voice shaking a little. His hands, however, were steady as he reached out, leaning over.
"How? You got painkillers?" Seth sighed, his eyes closed. They popped open as he felt Scott's fingers settle onto his shoulders, his thumbs rubbing firmly at the base of his neck. "Oh."
"Is that ok?" Scott asked, not pausing in his gentle rubbing as he waited for an answer. In the early days of the school the Professor had given a few of them a brief seminar in massage therapy, taught by an outside instructor, on the grounds that they would need it with the amount of exercise and activity the team would be undertaking. Now he could feel how much tension there was in Seth's shoulders, how they were all bunched and knotted and firm, and he started carefully working it out, almost on autopilot. Almost, but not quite. As much as he was trying to maintain clinical detachment, he couldn't help but notice how smooth and warm but hard and firm underneath Seth's skin was, and he felt a stirring in his pajama pants as Seth sighed contentedly, his face smoothing out.
"It's, mmmmmm, it's fine," Seth sighed. It was more than fine, actually. Where had Scott learned how to do this? When Scott had started, Seth expected a half-assed amateur backrub, but this, this was exquisite. Was there anything Scott wasn't perfect at? Seth felt a contented warmth spreading through him, working its way down from his shoulders, where he could feel the smooth calluses on Scott's hands gently sliding along his skin and Scott's strong, tanned fingers kneaded his flesh. Against his will he let out another soft moan, and realized that the warmth he was feeling wasn't just comfort from the massage. It was also coming from Scott, a low, burning heat transmitting its way into Seth through the skin to skin contact.
"I'm glad," Scott whispered, his voice lower and huskier, more sure of himself now.
Scott's hands worked their way a little further down, moving from Seth's now relaxed neck to his rounded shoulders, kneading and pulling at them, caressing Seth's upper arms. He let out a soft whimper as Scott's fingertips trailed over his biceps, first one and then the other, tracing their curves and raising a series of tiny, sensitive goosebumps in their wake. Scott's hands slid a little lower, palms spread across Seth's back, working the tension out of his shoulderblades, pushing a little more of Scott's weight onto Seth as Scott leaned over him. Seth could feel the warmth of Scott's bare torso above his back, could feel Scott's warm breath on his neck, and he imagined Scott's face in the darkness, knowing it would have that determined, purposeful look, that calm smooth concentration that settled over Scott when he was focused on something.
Mostly Scott was still focused on the massage, but he could feel it slowly turning into something else as he started to work Seth's lower back, feeling the tight web of muscle flex as Seth shifted again. Scott's cock had thickened in his flannel pants, growing and flexing to its full hardness, and when Seth whimpered and arched his back Scott gasped as a wave of sensation brushed over him, a swift caress of fabric over his cockhead. He knew it wasn't his own feeling, but was Seth's hard cock trapped beneath them, rubbing against the sheets, and he felt it again as he ran his hands up Seth's sides, Seth's hips bucking as Scott's fingers ever so briefly slid over his hard nipples. Scott felt hands slide briefly over his own sides, and knew that Seth's power was flaring up.
"Scott," Seth groaned, feeling Scott overpowering him, Scott's smell and weight and touch surrounding him as Scott slid over him, rubbing, rubbing, caressing and pulling and driving him crazy.
"Shhhh," Scott whispered, the sound a hot buzz against Seth's earlobe, his nose nudging against Seth's neck, and then it was gone again as Scott shifted.
Scott's hands slid down Seth's arms, smoothing them as Scott pushed them above Seth's head, and Seth wrapped his fingers around the bed frame as Scott guided his hands to it. Scott was rubbing against Seth now, his whole body laid against him, on top of him, and both of them were groaning as Scott's bare, hairy chest pressed itself into Seth's back. Scott's legs slid down on either side of Seth's, pressing into them, holding Seth in place, and Seth gasped when he felt the hard spike of Scott's cock grind against his ass, separated from it only by the sheet and Scott's thin pajamas. Seth's hips bucked, his own cock leaking and throbbing beneath him, flattened against his abs by the mattress and their combined weight, and Scott's hips bucked in exactly the same way, pushing his cock through Seth's crack. Scott groaned, his hands everywhere now, pulling and rubbing Seth as he felt them pulling and rubbing at himself, too. Everything he did to Seth happened to him at the same time, and then reflected back to Seth, and reflected back to him, until each slide of skin against skin was like a licking tongue of fire for both of them.
"Fuck," Seth gasped as Scott's tongue slid across the nape of his neck, tasting and licking as Scott kissed his way across Seth's shoulders. Seth's hands gripped the bed frame tighter as Scott's mouth slid lower, the tongue tracing his spine, trailing a hot wet line down the middle of his back, sinking lower and lower, closer and closer to the edge of the sheet. Scott couldn't get enough of the taste of Seth, clean and fresh but musky somehow, different from Jean, the only other person he'd been with. He'd had other girlfriends, well, really just one, before her, but he'd never done anything, and Seth was certainly the first boy. No, wait, Seth was the first man. It was definitely a man's muscled, mature body beneath him, and that turned Scott on even more, feeling something so much like himself and then actually feeling it himself through Seth's power.
Seth's head was spinning as he felt Scott's tongue in the small of his back, just above the sheet and the curve of his ass. Jesus Christ, was Scott going to, fuck, did Scott even know what rimming was? In a flash the image went through Seth to Scott, and Seth felt Scott hesitate for a second. He knew, in that moment, that he could probably push Scott into it, that his power might be able to force Scott if he tried hard enough, but that wasn't in him. As he pushed the thought out of his mind, Seth felt Scott's fingers curling, spiderlike, under the edge of the sheet, and then the cooler air of the room was on him as Scott whipped the sheet off of his firm, flexing ass.
Seth writhed beneath him as Scott slid up his body again, almost crawling up him, and they both groaned as Scott's hard cock slid against Seth's bare ass. Scott's hips flexed, grinding against him, dryfucking Seth through the thin pajamas, and Seth could feel every inch of it, the thick head and the hard column beneath it and the dampness at the tip.
Seth could feel Scott's body moved, the pecs with their dusting of dark brown hair flexing and curving as they held Scott above him, the hard brown nipples sharpened into points that slid against his skin. Scott's abs rippled and bulged against Seth's lower back, crunching and uncrunching as Scott slowly worked himself against Seth. Scott was lost in the friction, the rubbing and the tightness of his cock trapped between them, feeling the firm hard curves of Seth's ass squeezing around him, gripping him, and Seth could feel that Scott was getting close. He felt the waves of tightness coursing through Scott, the tension in his balls and his stomach and his thick, throbbing head, and, gritting his teeth, he forced himself to stop moving as he panted beneath Scott. Scott froze when Seth did, gripping his arms, pressed skin to skin against him.
"Seth, what?" he growled, frustrated, so close. He needed this, needed the release and Seth and all the rest of it.
"Fuck me," Seth answered, his voice a soft purr.
"I, Seth," Scott moaned uncertainly, his head suddenly filled with the image of Seth writhing beneath him, covered with sweat, impaled on his cock.
"You have a rubber in the pocket of your pajamas," Seth whispered, shifting a little, pressing his ass up against Scott's cock. Scott groaned, feeling a wave of sticky precum gush out of him.
"Yes," Scott groaned, his hips flexing slowly as he ground into Seth again. The condom had been intended for Jean, of course, for the original plan for the evening, but Seth must have spotted it in his mind, picked out an image of it, or else he'd just felt it rubbing against the back of his thigh as Scott ground against him.
"In my desk, top drawer, there's lotion," Seth moaned, glancing over at the desk. Scott groaned, thrusting into Seth again, as he caught a quick image of Seth using the lotion to jerk off, his head thrown back, mouth hanging open, his hand working over his pale cock with the light pink head, all slick and smooth and the arm flexing and then Seth's voice cut through the image. "Fuck me, Scott, please, baby, fuck me."
"Fuck yes," Scott groaned, biting the side of Seth's neck. Yes, he'd fuck him, get up inside him, own him and possess him and maybe, just maybe, it would quench whatever this was inside himself that wanted this.
Seth's eyes were closed, but he could see through Scott's eyes as Scott roughly peeled off his pajamas finally, his thick, hard cock springing out, the head glistening with precum as it throbbed against Scott's abs. Scott had the condom out and on faster than Seth would have thought, but again, there was that determination Scott settled into every task with, that quick purposefulness once Scott made up his mind and committed to something. Fumbling in the desk, Scott squeezed a glob of lotion into his hand and knelt above Seth, slicking his cock with it, moaning as he slowly stroked himself and stared down at Seth's smooth, pale ass as it twisted slowly, twitching and ready beneath him. Scott slid his fingers between Seth's asscheeks, feeling phantom fingers sliding between his own, remembering that this was the way it felt that first night, the first time he had touched Seth and felt his dream. Scott gasped as the fingers slid along his crack, probing, gently nudging, and then there was a finger inside him.
Scott's breath hissed through his gritted teeth as Seth whimpered under him, and Scott remembered the first time he'd been with Jean and felt inside her, felt how hot and tight and slick it was, and Seth felt the same way. Seth bucked under him, pushing up against his finger, and Scott felt his own hips buck even as he jabbed his finger forward, pushing, seeking, guided by Seth's feelings and his own. Everything was a haze now, a flexing, gripping haze, and Scott added a second finger as he slowly fucked Seth with his hand, holding Seth down by the shoulder and working his way inside. Seth didn't have to say anything else, didn't have to beg or instruct or order Scott to do anything as he felt Scott's legs sliding between his, Scott's knees pushing his own knees apart, and then Scott was against him, Scott's hand gone and Scott's thick cockhead pressing against his opening.
"Scott," Seth whined, twisting.
"Fuck," Scott grunted, and then they both gasped as he finally popped inside.
Almost immediately Seth bucked under him, pressing up into him, his back arching and his hips rising as he pulled more of Scott's dick inside. Scott felt the burning warmth inside Seth, the hot tight walls of his ass gripping his cock, and at the same time felt warmth spreading up his own spine, a burning feeling of fullness, an itch that needed to be scratched and scratched and scratched. Scott's hips lunged forward, feeding more of his cock into Seth, stretching him open, and they both sighed together, Scott's cheek against Seth's as he leaned over him, sinking in to his balls. Seth welcomed it, the feeling of being invaded, filled up, the feeling only a man could give him, a feeling he hadn't had in so long. He groaned again, his own cock throbbing beneath him, as Scott's thick club rubbed his prostate, shooting fire through both of them.
Scott was lost inside the feelings swirling between the two of them, his body moving on instinct as he began to pump in and out of Seth in long, even strokes, pulling back until the edge of his head caught on Seth's tight ring and then sinking all the way in again, stretching it wide. Scott's hard ass flexed as he fucked in and out of Seth, muscles surging and Seth's own ass flexing to answer it. Scott felt the hair on his legs tangling with the hair on Seth's, felt his breath on Seth's back and his sweat dripping onto Seth's skin, and began to fuck harder, deeper, forcing himself in. Beneath him, Seth glistened with sweat, his pale skin shining as his muscles flexed and twisted, forcing himself back on Scott's cock. Scott could feel his balls against Seth's each time he slammed forward, and that started to push him over the edge, but Seth was having none of it. He'd gone without for too long to have this over this quickly.
"Don't you fucking cum," Seth panted, willing Scott not to, freezing them both in place.
"Jesus, Seth," Scott panted, stopped right on the edge for the second time. His arms were shaking as he held himself in place above Seth, his cock buried to the hilt inside him.
"Pull out," Seth whispered, edging forward, sliding away from Scott.
Scott pulled back, kneeling upward, gritting his teeth at the exquisite friction of Seth's ass sliding around him, and both of them groaned as Scott's head finally popped out of Seth's ass. Seth turned, rearing up on his knees, and grabbed Scott's arms, guiding him off of the bed.
"What?" Scott began, but Seth said nothing, pushing him backward until the edge of the desk chair hit his knees.
Scott sat, quickly, his mouth hanging open as he stared up at Seth standing above him. Behind his goggles, his eyes ran from Seth's face down his slick, sweaty chest to where Seth's cock jutted out from his blond pubes, pointing at Scott. As Seth stepped closer, Scott saw a thick, pearly drop of precum ooze from the slit, and then Seth's hand was sliding up the side of Scott's neck, stroking his jawbone, caressing his cheek, and Seth's cock was right there and Scott remembered that first night, remembered what it felt like to have a cock slide into his mouth, remembered the other night when Seth tasted his precum and Scott tasted it to, and then his mouth was open and Seth's cock was there and Seth was urging him forward.
"Fuuuuuuuck," Seth groaned, his head falling back as he felt Scott's lips fold over the head of his cock.
His arm flexed, pulling Scott's head forward, and both of them moaned together as Scott nursed the head of Seth's cock, sucking it lightly and firmly, Scott's tongue flicking along the underside of the shaft. Scott felt that salty slick taste in his mouth, and glanced up, his eyes sliding along the peaks and valleys of Seth's slim torso, and he realized that he did want this, to feel it and taste it and experience it. He wanted Seth to want him, to need him, and this felt so right. He swallowed, leaning forward, gagging a little, and slid his hands along Seth's hips, pulling him forward. Seth groaned and pumped slowly into Scott's mouth, knowing this was the first time Scott had ever done this, the first time a cock had slid over this tongue or down this throat, and when he looked down at Scott's firm, chiseled face, completely relaxed as Scott sucked him like a natural, Seth lost control.
"Scott, fuck," he groaned, and then his legs were shaking as he exploded in Scott's mouth.
Scott knew it was coming, could feel it in the way Seth tensed and the way his cock throbbed and the way his balls seemed to tighten and draw up, and he didn't care. He wanted it, wanted Seth inside him the way he'd been inside Seth, and when he felt Seth start to shoot he pulled back, swallowing eagerly. Seth's cum was hot and thick in his mouth, the head of Seth's cock seeming to swell as it gushed one spurt after another. The taste was salty, warm, not what he expected but not unpleasant and he drank it down eagerly, his hand wrapping around Seth's shaft and milking it, squeezing out the last of it. He felt Seth's hands on the sides of his face, tilting his head up, and then he was staring into Seth's wide eyes.
"I didn't think you'd," Seth began, his legs shaking.
"I wanted to," Scott sighed, panting. "I wanted this."
"You haven't cum," Seth breathed, his voice low and almost growling as he looked down at Scott's still hard cock, throbbing in its latex sheath. Seth's hands slid off of Scott's face onto his shoulders, pushing him back in the chair, and then he whispered again. "Hold still."
Scott felt the cold chair against his back and gasped as Seth swung a leg over him, reaching down with one hand to stroke his cock back to full hardness and point it upward. Scott groaned as Seth began to lower himself, sliding against Scott, his legs open, and then Seth was straddling him, the chair creaking as Seth held himself just above Scott's cock. Biting his lip, Seth pressed Scott's head to his hole again, and Scott instinctively pushed upward. Seth was still loose from before, still ready, and suddenly his whole body was flexing and tensing as he lowered himself down and Scott slid completely inside. His hands gripping Scott's shoulders tightly, Seth began to raise and lower himself, riding Scott's cock as the chair banged against the desk.
Scott leaned back, grunting, barely able to move his hips with Seth pinning him down, feeling Seth's ass close around him like a hot, tight glove. It was better from this angle somehow, tighter, and he grinned up at Seth as Seth grinned down at him. His hands, suddenly free, ran up and down the front of Seth's body, rubbing his abs and his pecs, pulling at his nipples, and Scott studied all of Seth's reactions. Seth's cock, still half hard, jumped and bounced as Seth rode him, his face straining with the effort, sweat sticking his blond hair into dark spikes. Impulsively Scott leaned forward, grabbing Seth's face, and he groaned with contentment as Seth jammed his tongue into Scott's mouth. Feeling Seth invade him again, sliding inside him even as he slid inside Seth, the two of them joined and sweating and straining, pushed Scott over the edge, and he bucked hard, almost throwing Seth off of the chair.
"Seth!" he groaned, feeling himself falling over the edge.
"Scott," Seth answered, collapsing against him. He felt Scott jerking, filling the condom, and smiled, his head falling onto Scott's sweating, heaving shoulder. The two of them sat like that, panting, Scott buried inside him, catching their breath. "Wow."
"Yeah," Scott panted, nuzzling Seth's neck. He licked at the sweat there, tasting the smooth skin. "I have to go back to my room."
"I know," Seth whispered. "It's ok."
As he held Seth, gently easing him off and onto the bed, Scott realized that it was ok. There wasn't any of the confusion of last time, any of the wondering about what he'd done and what it meant. He didn't care what any of this meant, or what it would mean in the future. For now, he wanted to try it again, and again, as long as Seth wanted to. There was one small problem, though. Even as he kissed Seth on the forehead and stood on the other side of the room, pulling up his pajama pants and wondering if he needed a shower, he realized that even if he did want more of Seth, he also still wanted Jean.
To be continued.
Sorry for the long delay. Real life comes up sometimes, you know?