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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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"I don't think this is a good idea," Seth said, staring at the array of supplies piled on the bed between him and Peter.
"You said that already," Peter said, picking up the package of sewing needles. "Please open this for me. I am not suited to delicate work in this form, and will drop them."
Peter was still armored up, and he sat across from Seth on one of the beds in their motel room, his feet on the floor because he was trying to keep too much of his weight from settling onto the furniture. His steel form was very heavy, and the last thing they wanted was to attract attention to themselves by breaking something. Seth was sitting Indian style at the front of the bed, carefully opening all of the supplies he had purchased. Following Peter's instructions, Seth had purchased gauze, medical tape, nylon thread, a large bottle of peroxide, and a packet of thick sewing needles. Behind him, neatly folded on a chair, was a new outfit for Peter, since he couldn't very well travel shirtless in shredded jeans, and a pair of new gloves for Seth sat next to it.
After the shopping they had walked to a motel Peter had located while Seth was unconscious, and Seth had checked himself in, telling the clerk that he had parked around the side already. He was a little worried about the beds, trying to figure out an excuse for why he needed two beds when there was only one of him, but all of the rooms were doubles, and Peter had picked out a rundown, out of the way enough motel that they hadn't asked for any identification, either. The clerk hadn't batted an eye when Seth signed in as Tom Welling, but then Seth noticed in the guest book that there were three different John Smiths and a Colin Farrel.
"Peter! This is a hotel for hookers!" he hissed, rejoining Peter outside. "They even asked if I wanted the room for the whole night."
"Where else are we going to stay without having to use a credit card or show a driver's license?" Peter asked, trying to stay out of the range of the parking lot lights as he followed Seth to their room.
"We're not getting in the beds," Seth instructed, unlocking the door. "We sleep on top of the blankets, all night."
The fact that the door had two chains and a deadbolt did nothing to make Seth feel better, but Peter just patted his shoulder reassuringly as Seth locked the door behind them.
"At least they will not miss the towels if I bleed on them," Peter said, dumping the shopping bag out on the bed.
"If they even have towels," Seth grumbled, checking the surprisingly clean bathroom. Even more surprising, they actually did provide towels here, and the room didn't really look that bad. The two of them settled onto the bed closer to the bathroom to get everything ready. "You know, if you do this in the bathroom, it'll be easier to clean up."
"Good idea," Peter said, gathering everything up.
Seth followed him into the bathroom, watching as he spread all the supplies out on the counter. Peter's plan was to treat himself. He said he had patched up enough of his former colleagues in the mafia (his pronunciation of "mafia", like so many of his words, had a Russian twist to it, as if there was an extra vowel or syllable) to know how to do it, but Seth was doubtful. It was one thing to patch up a friend, but to try to sew up your own cuts, especially deep ones, without any pain medication seemed like a really bad idea, even if you didn't add in the fact that Peter was attempting to do it with medical supplies they bought at Wal-Mart.
"Peter," Seth began again, just as Peter was about to switch back to flesh. Peter sighed.
"I know, you think this is a bad idea," Peter repeated. "We have no other choice, Seth. Now please, get ready with the peroxide."
"Wait, I have an idea," Seth said, holding up his hand to stop Peter. "I can use my power on you."
"Your power does not heal," Peter said, blinking at him. "Does it?"
"No," Seth agreed. "But I think I can make you feel something else. When you're doing it, I mean. You can sew yourself up and I can make it feel like you're tickling yourself or something."
"You are certain you can do this?" Peter asked. He hadn't wanted to ask anything of Seth after the experience they had already had, especially because he was still waiting for Seth to ask the question that he had avoided raising so far. Peter knew when it happened that it would be terrible, but so far Seth had been too focused on the immediacy of their situation to remember that there had been something in the house that Peter had not wanted him to see. When he did remember it, Peter was going to have to tell him, but so far it hadn't come up.
"I've never used my powers for very long before," Seth began. He remembered what he and Scott had worked on in his room, though, the concentrating and the feedback. He didn't know if he could do this or not, but he owed it to Peter to try. "But I think I can."
"I will wait until you are ready," Peter said. "How should we do this?"
Seth thought about it for a minute.
"You're going to need your arms free, so I can't hold either of your hands," he said, eyeing the tub. "You should sit in the bathtub. That way if you bleed we can just rinse it away, and I can sit on the toilet and keep my hand on your back."
"It does not matter where you touch me?" Peter asked. They hadn't really explored Seth's power yet, but Peter figured Seth knew better than anyone. He also knew that, more than anything, Seth needed to build some confidence in himself, to believe that he could do things, and the only way that would happen was if he was given the opportunity to try.
"No," Seth answered, watching as Peter rearranged himself in the bathtub. Seth closed his eyes, and thought about Peter feeling good. He thought about Peter being warm and comfortable, and he thought about that door opening in his head, the one he had felt earlier. Taking a deep breath, he put his hand flat on Peter's back, feeling the steel under his palm, marveling that it could be warm and cold at the same time. He felt his power flowing, but it was stopped up, not going anywhere. Peter's metal form could block it, something Seth hadn't considered. "I'm ready when you are."
Peter picked up the peroxide, twisting off the cap, and held it just above the deep fissures in his arm, mentally preparing himself for the pain in case Seth failed. Inhaling, he bit down, gritting his teeth, and turned back to flesh. Seth jerked back on the toilet seat, biting back a scream, but kept his hand on Peter's back. Peter heard Seth inhale sharply.
"Are you all right?" he asked quickly, pouring the peroxide onto his arm. He felt nothing. He could see the cuts, and could see the blood suddenly oozing out of them, but he felt no pain at all.
"Just fine," Seth lied.
The truth was that he was in agony. When Peter changed back, it was all Seth could do not to pass out, and as it was he was hanging on only by gritting his teeth, squeezing his eyes closed, and focusing on Peter. All of the pain that Peter should have been feeling was now flowing into Seth, and Seth was using his power to send nothing but numbness back through the link. He had thought this might happen when he suggested this, but he didn't think that it would be this bad. When he touched other people, Scott or Bobby or whoever else he had used his gift on, there was an echo, but he knew that he wasn't feeling the entirety of what they felt. In some cases, such as the incident with Scott the other night, the echo was strong, the feedback he received fairly intense, but he always knew that it wasn't the whole thing they were feeling. If this was an echo of the pain that Peter should have been in, he didn't even want to imagine how bad it really was. Sweat broke out across his forehead and he clenched his other hand tightly enough to feel the nails digging into his palm, but he kept his hand flat on Peter's back and concentrated on the link.
Peter could hear Seth's labored breathing, his breath coming in quick, shallow pants that fell on Peter's bare neck, and he worried that something was wrong. Using his power caused Peter no exertion, and required no concentration. There was a moment of thought when he shifted forms, but that was it. He knew that for other people with different powers, though, the effects on a person could be different. Kurt had spoken of becoming exhausted from teleporting too many times too close together, and Kurt had weeks and months of training in using his powers. Seth had no training at all, had already used his ability earlier today in a fairly intense fashion, and had been drugged and unconscious for several hours. The strain of this might be too much for him.
"I believe I will only need to sew two of these," Peter said, reaching for the supplies. "This will be over quickly."
"No hurry," Seth panted, his eyes still squeezed shut.
Now he could feel other things, too, not just the physical sensations. Peter was worried about him. Peter could sense that something was wrong, and Seth sent a wave of reassurance back through the link. Peter was a big guy, and fairly tough. He could probably endure this pain if Seth took his hand away, but then what would happen if Peter couldn't handle this? His body could go into shock. He could pass out, and Seth wouldn't be of much help. He didn't have any first aid skills, and had no idea how he would go about stitching up Peter's arm. Peter had to do the stitching himself, which meant that Seth had to bear down and suck this up for as long as that took.
Peter felt a wave of calm spread through him.
"Seth?" he asked, still hurrying. Seth's hand felt warm on the bare skin of his back, but it also seemed to be trembling a little. "Did you just use your power on me?"
"Haven't we been doing that for the last couple minutes?" Seth asked, trying to sound ok. He could hear a little edge of urgency in his voice and hoped that Peter wouldn't pick up on it.
"Yes, but I suddenly felt calm, and I do not believe that feeling was my own," Peter answered. He felt a curious sense of detachment, and knew that was Seth's doing. He could see the needle piercing his skin and the thread slowly pulling his cuts closed, but he felt nothing. He could have been watching the whole thing on television, could easily have pretended that the blood he was blotting up and the cuts he was covering with gauze an exercise in theatrics.
"Sorry if it bothered you," Seth lied. He wasn't at all sorry. Even if Peter had recognized the sense of reassurance as an outside emotion, a feeling poured into him from Seth, it had still stopped him from worrying about Seth. "I thought it might help."
"You are already helping enough," Peter said gently. He was almost finished. "Do not push yourself more than is necessary."
"OK," Seth sighed, still masking the pain. It was becoming less intense as Peter finished up, subsiding to a dull throb in his own arm accompanied by a slight burning. In a few moments he would be able to drop the link, and this would be over.
Peter rinsed the cuts with peroxide again, making sure they were cleaned out thoroughly, and then blotted at his arm again. Sabertooth's claws had left four cuts laddered up his arm. The two on the outside edges weren't as deep, and were no longer bleeding. The two on the inside were now stitched up, a little sloppily, but neatly enough that they stayed closed when Peter tentatively flexed his arm. He leaned forward, feeling a sharp kick as pain flared up in the muscle, and knew that the link was broken. He turned to thank Seth and gasped as he saw him almost falling off of the toilet.
"Seth!" Peter burst, grabbing his shoulders.
Seth's shirt stuck to him, large dark patches of sweat visible, and his skin was chalky and pale. His eyes fluttered open, blinking at Peter, and he offered up a weak smile. Peter was having none of it, his face grim as he scooped Seth up in his arms. Seth realized his face was pressed to Peter's bare chest, a smooth, warm, slab of muscle, as Peter carried him to the bed but he was too exhausted to think too much about it. Any other time he would be drinking in the sight, but for now he just wanted to rest. Peter went into the bathroom and came back with a wet washcloth, blotting it gently across Seth's forehead.
"What happened?" Peter asked, leaning in closely. Seth had stopped sweating, and was starting to look a little better. Peter reached out and tugged Seth's shirt off of him, figuring he probably wouldn't want something clammy and sweaty against his skin, and Seth slumped back onto the bed like a ragdoll.
"Everything you were supposed to feel," Seth whispered. "I absorbed it. I felt everything."
"Why did you not say something?" Peter asked. "You did not have to."
"I wanted to," Seth answered, closing his eyes. He remembered feeling like he would pass out after the time with Scott, too, and how he'd dropped after he knocked out Kurt, Bobby, the waitress, and the guy who had tried to hit him, knocking them all over like dominoes. "I wanted to help you. I need to rest now, just for a little while."
"I will take care of you," Peter reassured him, sliding a pillow under his head. "You are very brave, Seth Rand."
"Thanks," Seth grinned weakly, and then passed out.
Seth didn't know how much time had passed when he woke up, but it was still dark. No light was coming in around the shades, and the room was dark as well, none of the lights on. Peter had apparently stripped off Seth's shoes, socks, and pants while he was asleep, because he was lying on top of the bed in his boxers with a blanket carefully placed over him. He sat up slowly, his body filled with little aches and pains from the fight earlier, and looked around, but didn't see Peter anywhere. The bathroom door was cracked open, though, light spilling across the carpet, and as Seth glanced toward it he heard a low moan.
Crap! What if Peter was hurt in there? He might have torn open his homemade stitches or something. He could be moaning in pain and in need of help. Seth jumped out of bed and padded barefoot across the room toward the bathroom door. As he got closer he could hear the shower running, and Peter let out another moan. Seth pushed the door open slowly with one hand and froze in the doorway. Peter was moaning, but he wasn't in pain.
Peter stood in the tub, the steaming shower water beating down on him. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back on his powerful neck, and one arm braced him against the wall as he leaned forward. His other arm flexed slowly, waves rippling through the muscles, as he worked his hand up and down his hard, soapy cock. The shower curtain was open, flung off to the side, so Seth could see everything, and he froze in the doorway, taking it all in. Peter's Adam's apple bobbed as he moaned again, and his hand seemed to work a little faster as the water pounded down on him, sluicing down his hard, muscled form.
Unlike Scott, Peter's body was almost completely hairless. His chest, half flexed and half stretched by his posture, glistened, one of the slablike pecs gently rolling as Peter pleasured himself. His nipples were dark red, jutting firmly out from his chest, water dripping off of them, and below them his abs were like a sculpture. Like Scott's they were a ripple of muscle, all bumps and furrows and almost an eight pack, but everything on Peter was bigger, in proportion to his bigger body. Everything. Peter's cock held Seth's attention, jutting out from his hips and a surprisingly small triangle of dark hair. He wondered for a second if Peter shaved, but considering how hairless the rest of him was he was probably just naturally mostly smooth.
Scott had a long, slender cock to match his body, but Peter's was thick, like a club, and was at least a little longer. Even on his large body it looked substantial, but not freakishly so. The head, a fat mushroom crown that glistened in the water flow, was a dark red, a shade or two redder than his nipples, and below it Peter's balls looked almost as big as plums, hanging loosely in his sack. Peter's hand worked up and down the thick shaft, his fingers wrapped tightly around it, and every few strokes it slid up to cup the head, eliciting another moan from Peter. Seth's own dick was rock hard in his boxers, tenting out the front of them. Peter could open his eyes and see him any second, but he couldn't move. He couldn't stop watching.
Peter turned, shifting, so that he could pleasure himself more fully. He had been watching Seth sleep for hours, watching his almost naked body as it twisted and turned on the bed, and finally he had needed to duck into the bathroom for some relief. He found Seth extremely attractive, but not just physically. Since they had talked in Seth's room less than a day ago, even though it seemed like weeks had gone by, Peter had found himself drawn to Seth, and unlike the other men that Peter had been attracted to before Seth was responsive. He was a good person, but also a brave person, exhibiting that inner strength that Peter had sensed before, and he had deliberately inflicted pain on himself to help Peter. He had sacrificed for his teammate without a second thought for his own safety.
It didn't hurt that he was, physically, extremely attractive to Peter. Despite his somewhat insubstantial air, he was muscular and toned, and his pale, almost translucent skin begged to be touched. It took all of Peter's restraint not to do it when he had undressed Seth earlier, all his willpower not to just run his fingertips down Seth's body to feel that soft skin that he knew would be like velvet or the softest, most supple leather, but he could not disrespect Seth in that way. To flirt with him and touch him when he was awake, as they had done on the plane, was appropriate, but to touch him in his sleep was a violation. Instead he had just watched, observing the rise and fall of Seth's chest, or the way he pulled his long, toned legs up against his body as he shifted in his sleep. Finally it had been too much for him, and Peter had crept into the bathroom.
Peter leaned against the back wall of the shower now, his shoulders flat against it and the water streaming down onto his legs. Both hands were free now, and one continued to work on his hard prick, flogging the shaft even faster now. His other hand roamed over his body, sliding across the hard muscles, teasing a nipple, rubbing his abs, reaching down to tug lightly at his balls. He was close, very close, and his whole body cried out for release as he imagined that the hands sliding all over him were Seth's rather than his own. He ran a hand through his short hair, turning his head to lick at his own bicep as it flexed next to him, and then started jacking himself with both hands. One hand slid down his shaft, gliding from the head to the base, and then he followed it with the other, over and over, bringing himself closer and closer.
He moaned again, opening his eyes to glance down at himself, to stare at his own hard muscles and his thick, pulsing cock, and when he looked up he saw that he was not alone in the bathroom. Seth stood in the doorway, his mouth open a little, his eyes fastened on Peter's naked, erect manhood. Seth's light blue eyes widened in surprise when he saw Peter's dark cobalt ones.
"Peter, I," he began, about to apologize. Peter cut him off.
"Shhhh," he whispered, one finger to his lips.
Peter's other hand continued to stroke himself, and now he turned so that he was facing Seth. The shower water streamed down his side now, soaking the muscles, coursing down from his round shoulders all the way to his bare feet, and he stroked himself even harder. His prick jutted out of the shower spray, still wet, the tip dripping with water and possibly precum, and it pointed straight at Seth. Seth stood with one hand on the doorframe and the other flexing absently at his side, hanging just over from the hard cock that was leaking a small round wet spot on his boxers. Peter saw that spot and smiled, working himself even faster, dropping his other hand down to cup his full, heavy balls again, feeling his hot load churning inside.
Peter had never done this in front of another man before, had never put himself on display, but he could see how much Seth was turned on by seeing him this way, and that was a turn on for him as well. Seth's mouth was still open, and as Peter watched his pink tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, sliding over it as he stared at Peter. Peter flexed for him as he stroked even harder, the moans welling up from his throat involuntary as he got closer and closer, and he could see Seth's eyes widen as his pecs danced. He slid a hand upward, watching Seth watch him, and he cupped one of his pecs, spreading his fingers across it as he caressed the muscle. Seth licked his lips again, his hand gripping the doorframe even more tightly. His other hand absently rubbed at his stomach, just above the waistband of his boxers.
Peter shivered as his palm slid over his hard nipple, and he smiled as he caught it between his finger and his thumb, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hips jerked involuntarily, thrusting his cock through his fingers, straight at Seth, and Seth swallowed as Peter groaned again. Peter could feel his body starting to tighten up, knowing that his orgasm was coming, and he watched Seth. The interplay of need and lust and something close to wonder on Seth's face amazed him, and Seth's free hand was now caressing his own torso, trailing up and down his own abs as he watched Peter. As Seth watched, Peter's fat cockhead seemed to swell even larger, and then the long, almost liplike piss slit gaped open for a second as Peter shot a thick rope of cum onto the bathroom floor. He fired again and again, gasping, his muscles all clenching together so hard that he almost doubled over, and Seth watched the whole thing.
Peter opened his eyes, catching his breath, and took his hand off of his sensitive cock, letting it smack back up into his abs with a loud, fleshy thump. He held out his hand to Seth.
"Come here," Peter said softly, their eyes still fixed on each other.
Licking his lips again, Seth walked slowly forward, still in awe of Peter's naked form, that handsome face and all those gorgeous muscles. Peter's hand reached for him, palm up and fingers out, waiting for Seth to take it, but Seth stopped just before the tub. Still keeping his eyes locked on Peter's, Seth bent and skinned his boxers down. He was nothing compared to Peter. He knew that he was well muscled, but he was thin, and his dick couldn't compete with Peter's. The contrast between the two of them, Peter bulky and substantial and somehow seeming dense and thick all the way through while Seth was long and thin and pale and almost ethereal, could not be more apparent, and Seth was worried suddenly that Peter wouldn't want him now that he could see the whole package, but Peter still held out his hand.
"Come here," Peter repeated, and his voice sounded completely different from the way Scott's had. Even though Peter was commanding him, the same way Scott had, Peter's voice didn't have the same harsh, urgent tone. Somehow Peter managed to sound hopeful, as if afraid that Seth would turn away. "Please."
Seth took Peter's hand, and Peter pulled him into the shower, gripping him tightly as Seth gasped. His power didn't flare up, but this time he didn't need it to. Peter crushed Seth's body against his, all of his muscles rubbing and pressing and flexing against Seth. Peter's hands curved up Seth's back as he pulled him in close and tight, and Seth groaned, looking up into Peter's face just in time for Peter's mouth to fasten over his. One hand held the back of Seth's head and the other gripped his ass tightly as Peter kissed him, consuming him with desperate urgency as his tongue slid into Seth's mouth. Lower down, Seth almost came as he felt his cock rubbing against Peter's hard thigh, and he could feel Peter's thick tube, no longer urgent but still fairly hard, rubbing against his abs.
Just when he thought the feelings couldn't get any more intense Seth felt Peter's hand slide from his ass around to his front, and Peter's warm, thick fingers wrapped around Seth's cock. Seth groaned into Peter's mouth, his eyes closed, and Peter sucked the sound out of him, kissing him so hard that it felt like he would leave bruises. Seth was so worked up from watching Peter that he immediately began thrusting into Peter's hand, his hips jerking as he let out little urgent yelps in time to Peter's stroking. The water was still pounding down on them, slickening everything, increasing the hot friction between them.
"Peter!" Seth burst as Peter's mouth left his.
Seth threw his head back, his hips working as he fucked Peter's hand, and Peter buried his head below Seth's neck, sucking and kissing and nipping at him. Still pumping Seth's cock, Peter grabbed one of his legs and pulled him up off of the floor of the shower, holding Seth's weight completely against his body as he leaned back and let Seth ride him. Seth wasn't thinking about anything, lost in the feelings that Peter's hands and Peter's mouth and Peter's body against his were creating. Peter could tell Seth was close, could feel how tense he was, and his face was lined with need as he squeezed his eyes tightly closed. Peter gave Seth's cock a last hard squeeze, his thumb sliding hard over the nerves just below the slit where the head met the shaft, and Seth cried out as he began to cum.
It ripped through him like an explosion, and if Peter hadn't been holding him up Seth would have collapsed to the floor. Cum sprayed out, splattering Peter's abs, and Peter jammed his tongue back into Seth's mouth as he continued jerking him. Seth thrust against Peter, his mind blank, and felt like he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. His heart was pounding and his prick was too sensitive now that he had cum, but Peter was still working it, still stroking the shaft and caressing the head, and all Seth could do was whimper and moan and then finally go limp as Peter finally let him go and held him up with both hands, caressing his back and cupping the round hard cheeks of his ass. Pulling his mouth away again, Peter lightly kissed the side of Seth's face, darting playfully around his ear.
"Are you all right?" Peter asked finally, still caressing Seth's back even as he gently lowered his feet to the floor of the shower. He reached up and pulled the curtain closed around the tub even though it was way past time to worry about the floor getting wet.
"I am now," Seth sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, resting his face against Peter's chest, feeling the pec swell up against his cheek like a pillow.
"Good," Peter whispered, kissing the top of Seth's head.
To be continued.