Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2002 22:22:36 -0600
From: seraphim 55 <seraphim55@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mutant X: Downtime

Disclaimer: This story is a work of (hopefully) erotic fiction and is not
meant to reflect the sexual orientation of the characters or actors that
portray these characters in any way shape or form.  All characters are
property of Tribune Entertainment Co.

This story is meant for adults 18 and up and contains sexual situations
between males, if you aren't 18 or into male to male sex don't read this. I
enjoy constructive criticism and comments, please send these to
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			    Mutant X: Downtime

	The young man raced through the darkened hallway, glancing over his
shoulder up the hallway. His footfalls echoed loudly on the metal grating
that comprised the hallway floor.  The flickering lights cast shadows
behind the dark haired young man as he stopped at the end of the hall to
catch his breath. He turned suddenly, and took a deep breath, holding his
hands one over the other. A look of concentration flickered in his dark
eyes followed by a spark of energy. Suddenly two men in dark suits pounded
up the hall closing on the young man.
	"Nice try kid, but its over...give it up" said the blond man in a
cold voice his shades reflecting the light. The other man made a fist and
used the other hand to crack his knuckles.
	The young man looked up at the two suits, and a smirk cracked
across his face. A snap of ozone filled the air a half second before a
surge of plasma crackled across both hands and gathered there. The two men
looked at each other and pulled out two batons and assumed a ready
stance. With a flourish the dark haired young man flung streams of energy
at the pair of toughs. The arcing energy struck the blond man sending him
reeling across the hall to strike the wall hard, his baton falling from
nerveless fingers and clattering across the floor.
	The other man scrambled out of the way of the blast and then
quickly turned upon the young man hoping to catch him before the next
barrage. The suit barreled towards the dark young man, who caught unaware,
quickly leapt up and over the suit in a display of raw acrobatic
skill. Landing behind the suit he gathered the power in his fist and tapped
the suit on the shoulder with his other hand. As the suit turned, the young
man grinned at the bewildered look on the suits face, and punched him
across the jaw with his fist discharging the gathered energy there with a
sharp crack.
	Laughing aloud the young man dusted off his hands, "That was too
easy," Abruptly behind him he heard a metallic click, and felt the cold
whisper of steel on the back of his neck.
	"Shit..." he muttered raising his hands in the air.
	"You were over-confident, didn't pay attention to the situation at
hand, now you have a sub-dermal governor in you and you belong to the GSA."
The voice came from the wall.  The whole hall, men and all, shimmered away
and the young man was left standing with his arms raised in the center of a
bright airy room. An older man stood to the left with a relaxed air and a
grim expression on his dignified face, "You've got to focus Brennan,
concentrate and be aware at all times."
	"Yeah, Yeah, I got it Adam...but I did better than last time."
Brennan lowered his arms, "you do make the cyber-simulation harder every
time though."
	"I can't take it easy on you because you can bet the GSA won't."
	A smile found it way to Adam's face, "But, I have to admit you are
getting better at this." Straightening his shirt, Adam looked at
Brennan. "That's it for now. We'll go over a point by point analysis before
your next session."  Adam turned and walked out of the room.
	Brennan felt the tension coiled within him like a spring, causing
his well muscled body to tighten all over. He needed a little physical
exertion to loosen the tension. Stretching a bit, Brennan walked out of the
door into the main salon of the sanctuary. He climbed up the stairs to his
room and picked up a towel, then headed toward the work out room.  * * *
	Jesse sat at the console of the sanctuary computer, setting up new
security subroutines in the system. He had been at this for six hours
straight, his eyes were strained and his fingers throbbed with fatigue.
Jesse's fingers flew over the keyboard, a stray lock of blond hair fell
into his eyes.  Without pausing Jesse pursed his lips and blew a puff of
air that flicked the back on top of his head. Scanning the screen Jesse
finished the programming and hit the command for installation. Leaning back
in the chair his hands behind his head, Jesse smiled in satisfaction at a
job well done.
	"Finished up here?"
	Turning, Jesse looked up into Emma's warm brown eyes.
	"Yeah, and I could use some down time from this thing."
	"Well," said Emma tossing her shoulder length auburn hair,
"Shalimar and I are heading to the work out room to work off a little
steam. She wants me to practice some of the moves we worked on last week.
Want to join us?"
	"Sounds great, just got to change into my gym clothes and I'll meet
you guys up there."
	Jesse swung the keyboard away from the chair, cracked his knuckles
and sat up with a slight groan. Emma laughed out loud and then looked at
Jesse and said "You do need a good workout to work off some stress. See you
in a bit." With that, Emma walked out of the room.
	"I must be stressed if Emma can pick it up from my emotions without
any effort," Jesse thought to himself, musing on Emma's telempathic
ability. With that thought he set the systems to automatic and sauntered
out of the room and walked through the living quarters into his own room.
	His bed was neatly made and he had pictures of his family on his
dresser, his shelves were full of books on programming and some of the more
pulp mystery and horror novels. Walking to his closet, Jesse quickly
shucked out of his long sleeve linen shirt and cargo pants and pulled down
his boxer briefs around his ankles and kicked them off.  Wearing only his
socks, Jesse walked over to his dresser and pulled out a jock strap and
slipped it on snapping the elastic leg straps around his thighs and
adjusting his cock and balls inside the cotton pouch.
	Rifling through his drawers, Jesse pulled on a white tank top and
some black nylon gym pants and grabbed his work-out shoes from under the
bed. Grabbing a towel, he left his room and jogged out to the gym complex.
	The main complex was glass enclosed, so anyone could see who was
inside at a glance. Jesse glanced over the free weights and machines,
stationary bikes, gymnastic apparatus and step machines. Shalimar was on
the mat, her blonde hair pulled back in a french braid, her lithe body in a
black unitard. She was coaching Emma, who was watching Shalimar's stance
and movement intently and working on copying it.
	Over on the free weights Brennan was doing curls, his biceps
flexing, a sheen of sweat covering his tan skin.  Jesse walked into the
room and inhaled the subtle scent of sweat that always hung in this room.
Walking over, Jesse watched as Brennan finished his set and replaced the
weights in their holders.  Brennan wiped his sweaty face with the bottom of
his t-shirt exposing a flash of his rippling abdomen, then ran his fingers
through his sweat damp hair.
	"Finished the security sub-routines, huh?" Brennan asked as he
walked over to the rowing machine.
	"Yeah," Jesse grunted, as he lifted a pair of free weights to begin
his curls, "the new protocols are installing now. I thought I'd never get
through."
	"Great, at least you didn't get your ass beaten down by Adam in the
cyber- simulator," sitting in the rowing machine Brennan began to row with
a vengeance, as Jesse looked over at him and began to chuckle wryly.
			* * *
	Forty five minutes later, Brennan was sitting on the bench press
cooling off having finished his workout. He sat there panting, his chest
heaving slightly as he watched Jesse working on a routine up on the
rings. Although Brennan was naturally athletic and acrobatically gifted, he
had a lot of respect for people like Jesse who were disciplined in
gymnastics.
	"God," thought Brennan shaking his head in awe "look at that
extension.  Jesse's arms aren't huge but they are ripped." Brennan's eyes
traced over Jesse's arms, corded muscle straining parallel to the floor,
supporting him as he hung from the rings. Unconsciously, Brennan's eyes
were drawn to Jesse's sculpted chest. Jesse's white tank top was so soaked
with perspiration it had become almost transparent, and in his exertion his
nipples were erect and straining against the fabric.
	"I wonder what his nipple would feel like in my mouth," Brennan
wondered, then taken somewhat aback, he shook his head to dislodge the
thought. Over on the mat Emma glanced over at Brennan with a look of
puzzlement on her face.
	 "Where did that come from ?" Brennan wondered as a flush crept
over is face. He hung his head a bit and wiped his face with his towel to
cover the flush.
	Just then, Jesse whipped through a phenomenal dismount and stuck
the landing, causing Shalimar and Emma to cease their workout and burst
into applause and cheers.
	"Great job, hot stuff..." Shalimar said, patting him on the back.
She quickly pulled her hand away , and giving him a mock grimace declared
"But, you need a shower...badly." She burst out laughing.
	"That was excellent Jesse..." Emma smiled. "you could have been in
the Olympics"
	"Thanks, but I'm not that good."Jesse replied modestly "I actually
altered my density at the end to make it easier, otherwise I wouldn't have
made it."
	Jesse grinned and wiped his flushed and sweaty face with his towel.
Shalimar smiled and said "You're too modest, Jesse...even with your powers
that couldn't have been easy."
	"That was awesome, Jes..." Brennan remarked as he sat up from the
bench, his towel draped to conceal his crotch "I'm gonna hit the showers,
see you all at dinner." With that he turned and walked away, toward the
complex's showers.
	Jesse couldn't help but watch as Brennan walked away, wondering at
the abruptness of Brennan's exit.
	"What do you think , Jesse?...Jesse?" breaking out of his reverie,
Jesse realized that Shalimar had asked him a question.
	"What was that, Shal? My mind was somewhere else."
	Emma looked over at Jesse and then she nodded and smiled to
herself, as if answering a private question.
	"Shal, we should hit the showers too, it's our turn to fix dinner,
besides Jesse has to go check on the security program before he can
shower. Which I'm sure he wants to do right away." Emma walked over to her
towel and gym bag and handed Shalimar her own gear.
	"Alright, Emma. Damn, I forgot we had to cook tonight." Shalimar
made a face.
	"Keep the number for pizza delivery handy" Jesse quipped, ducking a
swipe from Shalimar.  "Thanks for reminding me to check the program though,
Emma."
	"No, problem Jes, see you at dinner..." she shot a mysterious smile
at Jesse and followed Shalimar toward the girl's showers.
	Draping his towel around his neck, Jesse's eyes flicked toward the
showers before he headed toward the main system room.
			* * *
	Brennan stepped into the empty shower room, and set his gear in the
locker receptacle. Walking into the community style showers, he turned the
tap of one to hot and walked back out to remove his clothes.
	In the locker room, Brennan pulled his T-shirt off over his head
and tossed it on the bench. He shivered as the cold air touched his sweat
slick skin, raising slight goose bumps and making his tan nipples swell to
fullness.  Groaning at the ache in his muscles, Brennan ran a hand over his
arms massaging the swell of his biceps to loosen the tightness of a hard
workout. His hands wrung his shoulders and down through the light dusting
of fine dark hair over his chest to cup his tits, hard and developed from a
lifetime of exertion .  Closing his eyes Brennan leaned back against the
tile wall, the coldness of the wall contrasting with the warmth of each
hands as they wandered over to grasp an erect nipple between thumb and
forefinger.
	"Uuuuuhhh..."Brennan groaned as he gently pulled on his nipples,
losing himself to the sensations of his ministering fingers. Bringing his
left hand to his full lips he sucked his index finger in licking it all
over and wetting it with his saliva. Then bringing his spit lubed finger
back to his tit he teased his nipple with it, tracing circles around it
before pinching it between his finger.
	Meanwhile his right hand followed the dark line of hair down his
tight well-proportioned torso, past his flat muscled belly, slipping under
the drawstring waistband of his sweats. There his hand slipped over the
smooth cotton of his boxers to cup his swelling package. Brennan slipped
his right hand over the outline of his lengthening cock, tracing the
expanding head through the cloth with a finger. Then groaning loudly, he
reached down to grasp his hanging balls pulling and fondling them.
	As he played with himself Brennan couldn't help but picture Jesse's
classically handsome face, amazingly blue eyes, his perfectly proportioned
and toned body, imagining what it would be like to touch that smooth skin,
kiss those full lips, and discover Jesse's entire body. he had been
struggling with these feelings for weeks now, unwilling to acknowledge
them, but know he gave in to the hot fantasy.
	Brennan's cock was now straining against the waistband of his
boxers its plump head beginning to peek past the elastic. Almost
unconsciously Brennan spread his legs to give his hand easier access to his
crotch. He threw his dark head back and his chest heaved, breathing in the
steam in the air, shuddering as he fumbled to undo the drawstring that held
his sweatpants up. freeing the knot, the pants fell around his ankles
leaving Brennan standing in his boxers. Brennan pulled down the waistband
of his boxers, his fat cock sprang free slapping his abs with a meaty
thwap. Brennan 's hand quickly encircled the heavy shaft, just closing
around it, stroking the velvety skin, reveling in the heat and the texture
of the veins beneath it. Brennan worked his fist up the length of his cock,
pausing just short of the wide throbbing head, then down again to the base
of his meat where his dark pubes tickled the bottom of his fist.
	With his other hand he reached down and grasped his pendulous sack,
then moved his hand further between his thighs to stroke the sensitive
flesh between his balls and asshole.  The gentle tickling sent spasms of
ecstasy crackling through his body, making him thrust his hips
involuntarily.
	Brennan began to fist his meat with abandon, the precum leaking
from its slit slicking the pole as it slid in and out of his strong hand.
He felt his balls tightening, and as his body rushed towards the
inevitable, Brennan slid his tickling finger back to rest on his puckered
asshole.
	He circled it with his finger playing on the edge of his anus, then
with a grunt of satisfaction Brennan slid his finger past the tight mouth
of his asshole. As his finger grazed his prostate, Brennan began to moan
and pummel his raw dick towards release. His eyes shut as he imagined Jesse
doing hot, nasty things to him, over and over, with his fingers, mouth,
tongue,...cock.
	These thoughts drove Brennan over the edge. Losing control of
himself and his powers, small amounts of electricity sparked from his hands
into his cock and up his ass, adding to the intense pleasure he was
feeling.  Suddenly, his body spasmed and his prick spewed out jets like a
fountain.
	"YESS!!! JESSE...JESSE!!! YES!!!!......Brennan screamed hoarsely as
he felt the release, and the waves of satisfaction that followed made his
knees weak, causing him to slide down the wall to the floor.
	Conscious of his surroundings once more, Brennan heard the hiss of
the shower running and opened his eyes contentedly, only to see Jesse
standing not too far away looking at him.  Brennan could only imagine what
he looked like, his sweats around his ankles, sprawled on the floor legs
spread to reveal his spent cock still dripping with his load.
	A strange expression flickered on Jesse's face as his eyes took in
Brennan's prone body. Brennan was unsure what to make of it, but a flush
crept over him at Jesse's gaze and he unconsciously moved his hands to
shield his crotch from view. Unable to meet Jesse's eyes, Brennan hung his
head, that's when he noticed the considerable bulge straining the front of
Jesse's nylon pants.

To be continued? You tell me. Seraphim55@hotmail.com