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, and starts right around issue 54.
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Thanks.
The first thing Seth realized when he woke up was that it was well past the time when his alarm should have gone off. Sunlight was streaming through the windows, much too bright for him to be up in time for the Professor's lecture this morning. They were supposed to be in the briefing room every Wednesday morning for an hour long lecture over breakfast. After that, they usually had to do some research, write a really long paper, and put some kind of presentation together for the next Tuesday. If the sun was as high in the sky as the bright square on the wall opposite the window suggested, Seth was going to have a really bad Tuesday next week.
The second thing he realized was that the mattress was sloping toward the wall behind him. It wasn't enough of a lean for the frame to be broken, and he wondered for a second if the house was sinking. Granted the odds were slim, but so were the odds of aliens attacking the school, or paramilitary goons landing on the lawn, or the Brotherhood showing up at the bus station, and all of those things had happened. Turning from the window toward the slope, Seth felt himself breaking into a grin as he discovered that the mattress was sloping toward the wall because Peter was still in bed with him.
"Hi," Seth said, rolling from his back onto his side.
"Good morning," Peter said quietly. Peter was propped up on one elbow, staring at Seth with a small, toothless smile on his face. The sheet was down around both their waists, so Seth could see the bulging topography of Peter's hairless torso, the gigantic slablike muscles of his pecs and the rippling washboard of his abs. Seth remembered Peter stripping down to boxer briefs last night before bed, but they'd just had the lamp on and he hadn't really been able to see with this kind of detail. Peter had been tanning sometime while Seth hadn't noticed, and his red nipples had darkened to brown, his skin was almost toffee colored next to Seth's alabaster tone.
"What are you doing?" Seth asked, meeting Peter's smile with an uncertain one of his own. Seth had gone to sleep in boxers and a beater, so he wasn't putting on quite the show that Peter was.
"Watching you sleep," Peter answered. For a second Seth almost laughed, thinking about how clichéd and soap opera that sounded. Did people actually do that in real life, lay in bed and watch the other person sleep? It seemed that they did, or at least Peter did.
"Peter," Seth began, but stopped when Peter reached out and gently smoothed back his hair. Peter's hand looked like it could crush a bowling ball, but his touch was so gentle that Seth barely felt it.
"We have wasted so much time," Peter said quietly. His voice was soft, almost reverent, and Seth had never been looked at like this before, not by anyone. Peter's dark blue eyes were wide and warm but direct, not straying from Seth's face since the moment Seth had opened his.
"I thought we weren't going to dwell on that," Seth said, matching Peter's low tone.
Last night, after Seth confessed to his dalliance? Indiscretion? Relationship? Hooking up? Whatever the thing with Scott was, after Seth had confessed to it the two of them had continued lying on the bed and basking in each other's company. They hadn't gone down for dinner when everyone else was eating, but Peter ran down and came back with a few plates. They ate sitting on the floor, their legs crossed and the plates between them, in the light of Seth's desk lamp. They didn't talk much, but neither really felt the need to. After so much time bickering and fighting and glaring at each other, it was nice to just be together with all the stress and pressure and everything else gone.
After dinner Peter had taken the plates back down, stopped by his own room to brush his teeth, and then come back to Seth's room for the night. Seth hadn't thought he was tired until they ate, and then suddenly he was so groggy he almost thought the food was drugged. When Peter walked in, though, Seth was sitting on his bed yawning, and every time he blinked it seemed harder and harder to open his eyes back up again. Peter chuckled softly and then slid his hands into Seth's armpits, pulling him up as effortlessly as picking up a rag doll. Seth giggled, and Peter turned him toward the bathroom.
"Go brush your teeth," he ordered, giving Seth a little nudge by the shoulders.
Seth did as he was told, and when he walked out of the bathroom Peter had turned down the bed and was standing next to it in his gray boxer briefs. Seth stopped for a second in the doorway, a sense of déjà vu from the scene after his shower earlier in the day, except this time he was dressed and Peter was the one practically naked. The briefs covered everything, but stretched tightly around his thick thighs, and up front, in between them, there was a rather prominent bulge. Peter wasn't hard, but even soft his dick was noticeable, and Seth swallowed, feeling hot for a second as he remembered the time he'd seen it hard in the shower, Peter stroking it and stroking it, his arm flexing and his chest rising and then.
"Seth?" Peter asked, motioning toward the bed. Seth walked forward slowly, still remembering that other time Peter had motioned him forward, and, as if replaying it, Peter motioned for Seth to get undressed. Seth peeled off his t shirt and started to push down his pajama pants, but Peter stopped him with a soft hand on his wrist. "We are going to sleep. If you wish to sleep naked, then by all means, do so, but we are not having sex."
"We're not?" Seth blinked. Why weren't they having sex? They were boyfriends now, and Peter was practically naked by the bed. Now that everything was worked out, why weren't they doing what they both wanted to? "I mean, I just thought."
"Shhhh," Peter said, shaking his head. "We should not."
"Is this because of Scott?" Seth asked, cutting him off. Peter's face darkened for a second, his brows sliding together, but then it smoothed out as Peter leaned down and kissed Seth on the forehead. Seth blinked uncertainly.
"This is because you are tired," Peter answered. "You may not wish to admit it, but you are falling asleep on your feet. You and I have waited this long, and it will not hurt us to wait longer. You were the one who said earlier that we should take our time."
"You weren't in boxer briefs when I said that," Seth answered, smirking. Peter grinned and flexed for a second, his pecs bouncing as Seth's eyes widened. In the half light spilling out from the bathroom it was all a dance of shadows, shifting movement and the suggestion of something more substantial, but it was still hard for Seth to look away. "You're right, though. I'd rather wait, since I'll enjoy it more if I'm awake for it. Stay tonight anyway?"
"Of course," Peter answered, sliding into bed. "Put on or take off whatever you wish to wear, and come to bed."
Seth shrugged, decided to keep the pajama pants on, and climbed into bed with Peter, sighing contentedly as Peter's strong arm wrapped around him, pulling Seth back against his chest as Peter spooned him. Peter's breath was hot on his neck, and he could feel Peter's heart beating against his back. Almost immediately Seth began to nod off again, and this time he surrendered to it, letting sleep wash over him. Just before he went out for the night he heard Peter speak again.
"Seth?" Peter whispered.
"Mmmm?" Seth answered, snuggling back against Peter. They'd slept like this before, too, but Seth had forgotten how nice it was until they did it again.
"I told you that what you did with Scott does not matter to me," Peter said, kissing the nape of Seth's neck. "I do not wish for you to ask that again, ever. If I ask you to do something or not to do something, or I do not wish to do something, it has nothing to do with Scott."
"You're really not mad about that?" Seth asked, kissing Peter's bicep softly.
"No," Peter answered. "I am not mad. At you."
Seth caught the pause between the last two statements, but didn't have time to think about what it might mean before sleep overtook him. Now, in the light of the morning, it had completely slipped his mind. Of course, a lot of things slipped his mind when Peter started gently pulling him across the bed toward him, wrapping his arms around Seth's back until they were face to face and chest to chest. Lower down, Peter's bare legs slid against Seth's soft pajamas, and in the middle Seth could feel a lot of warmth from the firm pressure of Peter's hard cock. As soon as he realized that was what it was he felt his own stiffen to immediate fullness, and then Peter's hand was on the back of his head, pulling his face closer.
"Careful," Seth whispered. "I have morning breath."
"I do not care," Peter sighed, and then his mouth was folded over Seth's own, lips to lips in a firm seal as their tongues darted in between. Seth groaned as Peter's thick tongue probed his mouth, pressing against his own, sliding and caressing and wrestling with it as Peter's hand gripped the back of his head, holding it in place.
"Peter," Seth moaned, closing his eyes as Peter kissed his way from Seth's mouth to his neck, nuzzling it, the top of his head nudging Seth's jaw upward as Peter kissed and licked at Seth's smooth, soft skin. Seth's hands slid over Peter's shoulders, feeling them bunch and shift, the muscle underneath somehow soft and hard at the same time. "Peter, oh, God, Peter, we're late for class."
"There is no lecture today," Peter growled, pushing Seth over onto his back. He had waited too long for this, and even if there had been class they would not be going. Seth, flipped onto his back, panted with excitement and a little bit of fear as Peter held his massive body just above him. Peter's massive, rock hard arms showed no hint of strain as they pressed down into the mattress on either side of Seth's head, just beyond his shoulders, and Peter was grinning as he dipped his head down over and over to kiss and nip at Seth, watching him squirm and flush bright red. "The Professor told us all telepathically while you were still asleep. He did not tell you because he knew that you were with me."
"This is my room," Seth pointed out, grinning. He squirmed as one of Peter's hands slid down his chest, sliding between his pecs and over his abs before Peter's thick fingers curled under the waist of his pajama pants. Seth jumped as Peter's hand touched his stomach, the gentle brush of Peter's fingertips over the base of his abs, just below his belly button and just above the waist of his pants, forcing him to keep his power under control. He wanted to know what Peter felt, wanted to feel it with him and let Peter know what he was feeling, but this time, since it was the first time, it seemed wrong for them to know everything at every moment. For now, he wanted to feel a little mystery, which meant only feeling Peter's touch and listening to Peter's sounds and reading Peter's face, and nothing else. "That means you're with me."
"You are correct," Peter agreed, chuckling. He slid his hand slowly upward, flat feeling the tiny, almost invisible hairs on Seth's skin against his palm. Seth's stomach was a smooth, pale plain as he lay on his back, but each time he jumped or moved the lines of his muscles were suddenly revealed like submerged wreckage in a lowered river, and Peter found the play of them fascinating. "You are beautiful to me."
Seth grinned at Peter's compliment, and then gasped as Peter ran one fingertip up and down his skin, just below his navel.
"I thought we were taking things slow and waiting," he snickered, gasping as Peter spread his hand across his chest and caressed him, his fingers splayed across the top of his abs and the bottom of his pecs. Peter's middle finger slid over one of Seth's pink nipples and it stiffened instantly as Seth bit his lip and let out a soft whimper. "Jesus Christ."
"We have waited long enough," Peter answered firmly as he leaned down to devour Seth's mouth again. Peter's tongue urgently pushed its way inside as Peter's hand roamed over Seth's chest, cupping and caressing and stopping every few seconds to pinch a nipple. Each time he did Seth whimpered again, his mouth falling open and helpless to Peter's assault. When Peter leaned back, still supporting himself on one immovable arm, his face was flushed and his hair a little mussed. He slid his hand deliberately down Seth's torso again, both of them watching it, and hooked his fingertips in the waist of the pajama pants. "I am to make love to you now."
Seth almost laughed at the words, but when he looked up Peter was staring down at him with a mixture of seriousness and tenderness that forced him not to ruin the moment. Peter was all around him, looming above, encompassing the whole world at this moment. Wherever Seth looked, he saw Peter's dark blue eyes, or the faint hint of stubble on his jaw. He saw the slope of Peter's neck, thick with muscle, and the thin tuft of dark hair peeking out from the pit of the arm holding him above Seth. Peter's chest flexed slowly as he breathed, pecs swelling and falling, curving out, and Peter's large nipples were hard. Judging by the firmness, thick length pressing into Seth's thigh, they weren't the only thing.
Peter kissed Seth softly, lowering himself as he began to slide the pajama pants down. They had done none of this before, no exploring or touching. It seemed odd to think that now, when he had masturbated Seth to climax before, but that had been quick, urgent, driven more by hormones and exhilaration than anything else, and now he wanted to savor his lover. At the mansion there never seemed to be enough time without interruptions, and he wanted to make this tender, intimate morning last as long as possible. He kissed Seth's jaw, then his chin, and then slid down, nuzzling the side of his neck, kissing and licking softly. Seth tasted faintly of apples, the shower gel that he'd used before bed last night, but also clean and slightly musky.
Seth let out a soft whimper as he slid his hands over Peter's back, caressing the sweeping muscles of his wide shoulders. Peter was leaning down now, on his elbows, his arms flexed as he pressed himself against Seth, who made soft noises and twisted under him. Seth's back arched as he lifted his hips, allowing Peter to slide the pajama pants down over his ass. There was a brief shuffling as Peter tossed them aside, not looking to see where they landed, and then Seth was naked beneath him, all white skin and toned muscles, a lithe, thin deer compared to Peter's dense, thick bull. Peter's hand slid up Seth's thigh as he continued kissing his neck, gently squeezing the muscle and then it slid over Seth's hard cock, the fingertips brushing the shaft for a moment.
Seth let out a loud whimpering yelp, a strangled moan, as he fought to keep his power from flaring up. Peter's hand had faint calluses, leftover from years of farm work, but otherwise was as smooth and soft and warm as the rest of him, and Seth gasped again as Peter's hand moved on him. Peter glanced down, staring at Seth's long, pale cock, the tapered pink head glistening faintly as thin drops of precum oozed from the slit. It lay flat along Seth's stomach, rising up from amber pubic hair a few shades darker than the whitish blond hair on his head. Beneath it Seth's balls hung in a smooth sack, and Peter nudged them with his fingertips, tracing their curves and gently prodding them. Seth was letting out a series of soft, delicate whimpers, his legs opening wider as Peter softly touched him.
"Peter," Seth whimpered again, opening his eyes to stare down at the top of Peter's head. He couldn't really see himself, since everything was blocked by Peter's head, shoulders, and body, but he could feel how hard his dick was, throbbing and jumping as Peter gently explored it with his fingertips, tracing the rim of his head, running one down the tube in the center of his shaft, lightly tracing the veins. He moaned again as one fingertip slid through his slit, smearing precum around his head. He slid his hands through Peter's short hair and pulled up gently until Peter raised his face, his hands pausing as he looked up at Seth. "Peter, I want you inside me. Please, Peter, please."
Seth blushed at hearing his own voice, sounding so needy and urgent and vaguely husky. He frowned as Peter slowly shook his head.
"Seth," Peter began, sliding up to gently kiss his mouth again. He'd slid his boxer briefs off sometime while he was undressing Seth, and Seth gasped again as he felt his skin against Peter's, their bare chests and legs and abs rubbing together. Peter's thick cock, which Seth had only seen that one time in the hotel room, rested heavily on his thigh, very warm and throbbing, and Seth could feel a faint touch of wetness. "We cannot."
"I don't want to take it this slow, Peter," Seth groaned, arching his back to slide himself against Peter. He felt his cock rubbing the rounded washboard of Peter's abs. "Please, I want to be with you."
"I know," Peter said, kissing Seth's neck again. "I want nothing more than that, but we do not have the proper supplies."
Seth nodded, understanding, but his mind was already trying to work around it.
"Go ask Warren," he hissed urgently, rubbing Peter's thick arms. As Seth remembered, Peter was naturally almost completely hairless, his body smooth with only the smallest patch of pubes and slight tufts of dark hair under his arms. Peter paused, chuckling, and Seth saw the tops of his ears reddening a little.
"I have been in the locker room with Warren," Peter began, slightly embarrassed. While the team knew about his orientation, he had always taken great pains to keep to himself, and not offer the impression that he was checking any of them out or planning to make a pass at them. Admitting that he'd peeked after all left him a little embarrassed. He pulled back, staring down into Seth's bright blue eyes again, continuing somewhat sheepishly. "I am, large, larger than Warren. I fear that his condoms might be, um, painfully tight."
Seth giggled. He'd been able to hold it in before, but this time there was no stopping it, and Peter smiled and chuckled as well.
"So he wears regular and you," Seth giggled, swallowing and blushing along with Peter. "You wear magnums."
Peter grinned wider.
"Seth, you have seen me," he said, raising himself a little. They both glanced down at the thick tube of Peter's cock, crowned with the fat mushroom head Seth remembered from the shower. He stopped giggling as he remembered Peter stroking it, the water dripping slowly off the head before it shot a thick volley of cum onto the bathroom floor, and felt a flush spread through him. He knew his face was red, and could see it spreading down his chest.
"I see you now," Seth whispered, touching the side of Peter's face, running his palm along Peter's jaw. Peter turned his head slowly, kissing Seth's palm. When Peter spoke again his voice was low and husky, his own fit of giggling clearly having passed.
"There are other things I will do to you," he murmured, burying his face against Seth's neck with renewed vigor. Peter grabbed Seth's wrists in his large hands and gently raised them to the pillow above his head, holding them out of the way as he kissed Seth's neck, then shoulders, then trailed his mouth along Seth's biceps. Seth gasped, caught between ticklish giggling and sensitive stimulation as Peter nuzzled his armpit for a moment, brushing it with his face. No one had ever touched Seth there before, not like this, and he squirmed under Peter, closing his eyes as Peter's tongue slid along his collarbone. Peter murmured against his chest, kissing softly wherever his mouth happened to land. "You are mine. Every inch of you belongs to me, Seth Rand."
"Peter," Seth sighed, unable to find the words. For a second he thought of Scott, but this was so different than anything they had done. Scott was always fast, on a direct path to getting off, while Peter seemed to be taking his time on purpose. Seth twisted on the bed, straining against Peter's grip as Peter closed his warm, soft mouth over the hard tip of Seth's nipple. "Oh. Oh, Peter."
Peter sighed happily as he heard Seth's breathy, lost voice above him. He circled the nipple with his tongue, hearing Seth whimper and feeling him try to squirm away, and then Seth's back arched as Peter nipped at the tip with his teeth, just for a moment. Seth was gasping now, his moans and whimpers inarticulate, and he slid against Peter as he tried to move away, trying to get just a second of relief from the continuous pleasure coursing through him. Peter had no intention of giving him that relief, though, and slid his mouth wetly across Seth's chest to suck lightly on the other nipple. Seth's back arched again, pushing his chest toward Peter's face, practically feeding himself to Peter, but he couldn't help it.
Lower down, Seth's cock throbbed on his abs, a thin stream of precum leaking steadily out of the slit now, pooling below his navel, and Peter began to kiss his way toward it. As he kissed his way down Seth's abs, following the dips and grooves with his tongue, he guided Seth's hands to the back of his head, and rubbed his head against them when he felt Seth's fingers running through his short black hair. As he slid down he pushed Seth's thighs open and slid his body between them, the breadth of his shoulders forcing them wider, forcing Seth to present himself, to offer his hard cock up to Peter with nothing to hide it. Peter dipped his tongue into the pool of slick, slightly salty precum, and then swiped it over the spongy head of Seth's cock, tracing the source of the liquid. He slid the tip of his tongue through Seth's slit, scooping out a warm, glistening droplet, and Seth's fingers tightened.
"Please," Seth whimpered, pressing his head back into the pillow, straining now to please, please just let him finish, just let this exquisite torture end.
Peter folded his lips tightly around Seth's shaft as he nursed on the head, sliding his tongue over and around it as Seth strained and trembled. Peter could tell that Seth wasn't going to last very long, but that was fine. He just wanted him to feel good, to share this between the two of them and worry about it taking longer the next time. He wanted to show Seth that he didn't hold the thing with Scott against him, but more than that he just wanted to show him that he cared, that he wanted him, that he was safe to let himself go. The firm, tight circle of Peter's lips slid down Seth's shaft as Peter swallowed him, letting him thrust upward, and he slide one hand down to gently circle Seth's hole with a finger.
"Aaaaah!" Seth yelped, exploding in Peter's mouth. He held Peter's head firmly in place, his arms locked and chest tense, his abs tightening over and over as he spurted and shot again and again in Peter's mouth. Peter swallowed the thick, salty cum quickly, rubbing Seth's thighs as he pulled back. Seth panted, trying to catch his breath, as Peter leaned up and smiled at him.
"Do you feel better?" Peter asked, smiling. Seth lifted his head off the pillow and opened his bright, clear blue eyes, smiling contentedly at Peter.
"That was," Seth began, swallowing. "You're amazing."
Peter blushed, but still smiled, his tanned body looking almost tawny against the rumpled white sheets.
"Thank you," he said finally, still rubbing Seth's thighs. "You are beautiful, Seth Rand. Beautiful and sexy and perfect, and I am honored that you share yourself with me."
"Jesus, Peter," Seth said, shaking his head and blushing. "You make me feel, I don't know. Nobody's ever treated me like you do. You look at me like there's nothing else to see in the room."
Peter leaned forward and placed a gently kiss on Seth's stomach.
"There isn't," he whispered, his hands sliding down Seth's legs to pull them open by the knees. He was kissing along Seth's hipbone now, sliding toward his balls, avoiding the cock that still lay full but not as hard across the other hip.
"Peter, what, oh, what are you, oh," Seth sighed, whimpering as Peter sucked one of his balls into his mouth and gently probed it with his tongue. Peter looked up at Seth as he let the ball fall away, and smiled again.
"I told you, every inch of you belongs to me," Peter said softly, still holding Seth's legs. "I will learn them all. I will know what parts are sensitive, what parts make you whimper, and what parts make you scream."
"And you'll do all that today?" Seth asked, smiling.
"And tomorrow, and the next day, and the next," Peter answered, returning to his kissing and tasting. Seth pushed at Peter's shoulders, but was unable to move him.
"Peter," he sighed, letting out an involuntary moan as Peter began to kiss his way behind his balls, nuzzling the sack aside with his nose. "What about breakfast?"
"Later," Peter answered, his voice slightly muffled. He pushed Seth's legs open wider, and smiled as he saw the tight pink hole.
"I have to talk to Scott," Seth whined, trying to slide away from Peter's probing tongue. Peter circled Seth's hole, holding him firmly in place by the legs.
"Tomorrow," Peter answered, and then Seth was gasping again as Peter pushed the pointed tip of his tongue inside him.
To be continued.