Date: Wed, 25 Aug 2010 11:44:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jesse Crewe <jayjaybby@rocketmail.com>
Subject: x-men rejection part 11 (jeans)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong
to Marvel. And also, if you are too young to read this, leave... please. Or
if this type of thing is illegal where you live then also leave...
please. This is a story involving homosexual, or rather gay, sex and love.
So if this offends or freaks you out, leave... please. This is purely
fiction, it doesn't imply anything about the character's mentioned
sexuality


I'd missed my old room. Well, not so much the entire room, I could live
without the fancy furniture, but the bed... that's a different story. The
last three months didn't included a comfortable bed, but rather the
accommodations of the occasional soft soil ground. Regardless, I decided to
go change before I got into bed. Sleeping in a dirty bed wouldn't be as
enjoyable as a clean bed, along with a clean body, might as well shower. I
arrived here at 3 A.M, about an hour ago, that's how long the Professor
took to squeeze as much information out of me without completely
interrogating me.

Over the last three months, a shower meant a swim in a freezing cold,
limb-numbing river wherever we could find it. I refused to go more than a
few days without a long swim, which gave me time to scrub out the grime or
what not. I wasn't the prissy type that flipped out over a minor cut or a
bruised finger. I wasn't. But I didn't feel comfortable not
showering. Showering is necessary. As a nice change to the "usual" cold
waters, the warm, heaven-sent warmed water spouted out of the shower head
in a sheet of soothing goodness. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea leaving me
here.

Leaving me here... the bastard. We'd been on the run from Doom and Arcade
for months, and then Fury comes and it becomes too dangerous?

The frustration resided and concern set in. For everything. Everything
from, where are they now: Wade and Victor, to: how are people gonna react
to me being back? I sighed and concentrated and washing up.

I'd also missed the little room connected to the bathroom that served as my
closet. Having to change in front of Victor wasn't uncomfortable. I never
felt any type of attraction, or want for him. I'm sure that feeling was
mutual. He was my partner, I was his, it worked out fine. But that was
it. Nothing else. Friends was either too much or too little. I trusted him
with my life and he me with his. Partners. I slipped on boxers, basketball
shorts and a loose t-shirt. All my clothes had been washed and returned to
my room.

I opened the door to find everything untouched, just how I left it. I was
half-expecting to find Bobby, maybe Logan there. Logan. I debated. It was
late at night, but half of me wanted to go around waking everyone up. But
who first. Bobby, Logan... Bobby? Maybe Logan, he'd take the longest. I
sighed and exited my room, walking slowly and sensing around for anyone
else. No one. I sped up towards his room and once I got there, I
hesitated. I sensed to see if anyone else was there with him. I left him
here, he had a right to move on to someone else. There was only one person
in there, and as I opened the door, I found a sleeping Logan. His room was
messy, that made sense. However, what I found surprising was how he
slept. He was naked, but that's not surprising. The only thing that covered
him was a sheet sprawled over his groin. The sheet curtained over his body
down onto the floor. That's what was strange. He had an entire bed yet he
only used the very edge. His legs were spread sorta open, his left
stretched out on the bed and the right over the bed, his foot planted on
the ground. From his waist up however, everything was normal. His arms
beside him. Stiff. I closed the door and stood there, drinking him in. I
cant say I missed him. I didn't miss people. But in a way, I kind of
did. But I'd deny it. I quietly made my way forward. The only light in the
room was that of the moonlight on his body coming from the open window on
the side of his bed, across from where I stood.

I stood over his body, he hadn't sensed me yet. I lay my palm on his firm
cheek. He was warm. He felt my hand and without opening his eyes, maybe he
was still asleep, he put his own palm on top of mine and ran his face over
my own, giving a low, breathy grunt. This woke him up, my scent. "Jesse?"
he grunted. "How's it going?" I replied. He sat up, his leg still falling
from the bed beside me. I rested my palm on his hairy, muscularly hard
lap. He looked me over, and sniffed. "He's gone," I say. He's searching for
Victor. "Wade is too," I continue. "They dropped me back off because we
picked up some company on the way that was apparently too dangerous for me
to be around." He looked at me questioningly. I looked back. He leaned
close to my face, taking the time to rest his forehead on mine and
breathing me in. I kissed him, three month's worth of want I poured out to
him. The hands that were propping him up now moved to my hips with pulled
me to him, requiring me to get on the bed, straddle myself on him and wrap
my legs around his waist. My arms then went around his neck and I continued
to kiss him, to enjoy the feel of his tongue on my own. To feel his breathe
creep into my mouth, to taste him.

His hands grabbed my butt and he stood up, carrying me towards a wall were
he pushed me to the wall, never letting me down. He pinned me to the wall,
his arms on both side of my head, flat against the wall, the only thing
holding me up was his hips and legs pushing me against the wall. I pulled
away, "Missed me?" He grunted and pulled me close again. His grunt sent a
shiver through my body. Fuck it, I had missed him.

I slipped my shirt off and through it on his bed. And I wondered. Had
anyone else occupied his bed while I was gone? Should I be worried? Should
it matter? Didn't I just agree that this was fine? Was it? I pulled away
again, "Logan?" He looked at me, a bit frustrated, "What?" he grunted. I
looked down at our legs, interlocked, my jeans (I changed into jeans before
coming here) holding him back. He must've guessed what I was thinking,
"There hasn't been anyone else Jesse." I raised my head slowly and tilted
my head back so that it rested on the wall. He leaned in and kissed my
neck, his stubble tickling me and sending a wave of shivers through my body
again. He moved up, his stubble rubbing wherever he went and kissed me
there. He moved up again, another wave of shivers and kissed my jaw
line. His hands ran over my torso, feeling every ridge, every detail of
it. I did the same, feeling his so-familiar body that I'd been deprived of
for so long.

I went down to his pubes, feeling them over. My jeans got in the way of
going lower to his cock, but the tickle at the bottom of my butt warned
that he was hard and ready. I was too. He went down to my jeans and tried
to unbutton it, but the way I was positioned made me push into the button,
making it almost impossible to remove. He grunted in frustration and pulled
it off. He through it over his shoulder and pondered his next move. "Do not
rip my jeans," I warned, he looked up and smiled, ignoring what I'd said
and grabbing the folds over my upper thighs and ripping off. These rips
were useless, he only cut the legs off, pulling them off my legs
quickly. His chest muscles stretching as he pulled his arms back to
completely pull the legs of my jeans off my legs sent a shiver.

He laughed at my ripped jeans, he only ripped the legs off to show that
he'd do what he wanted. "You owe me jeans," I sighed. He went down and
grabbed my fly, pulling it down and grabbing both sides firmly before
ripping there and again pulling that off, I was now in my boxers. He
sighed, "Your killing me Jesse." "You like it," I assured him. The boxers
were easily ripped off and I grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser
beside me, Logan holding on so tightly. His cock was now pushing up against
my butt, again perfectly perched on my crack. I squeezed the lube onto his
palm and he lowered it down to his cock, I could feel him spreading it over
himself and then onto my ass, pushing in a finger as he passed over my
crack, pulling it out and then pushing in two, pulling his index and middle
finger in and out before finally pulling out and grabbing hold of
himself. He looked at me and I looked at him. His right arm was flat
against the wall, his whole body holding me, pinning me to the wall.

He didn't go in slowly, he just pushed in, his entire cock ripped into
me. I moaned quietly into his ear. He grunted as he his pubic bone now
pushed against my taint. I hated that word, but I didn't know another word
for it. He grunted again as he put his hand on my hip and continued to pull
out and slam back in again, resting again and repeating his movements. He's
pull out slowly, slam ever so hardly back in and then rest for a second
before doing it again. Every slam felt delicious and his pulls almost
better. He sped up a bit and as he pushed in slowly, I moaned his name into
his ear. I grabbed his hair and held on to him. He kissed my neck and my
head was tilted all the way back. My back was arched as much as our
position allowed me to be.

His grip on my hip hardened as he began to speed up. No longer resting and
simply pulling out quickly and then slamming back in. Sheer ecstasy. The
hand that wasn't holding on to his hair felt over his abdomen and beefy
chest. He sped up, to the point where I was almost screaming out but held
it all back, not even moaning but enjoying every bit of him. He began to
growl and grunt a bit loudly. His grip again hardened and he bit my neck,
causing me to moan his name into his ear. "Fuck I'ma cream," he grunted and
he growled as I felt him cum inside me. I hadn't noticed through out all
the movement that I too had ejaculated. Didn't know that was possible. He
continued to kiss me and carried me back to his bed, where he lay me next
to the window and he took his place again.  He was on his side, looking me
over. His hands ran over my legs and he leaned in for a kiss. I fell asleep
in his kiss.

When I woke up, he was still asleep beside me, the sky was that purple-
blue color it gets right before the sun's about to start rising. I got up
and started looking for my jeans, but soon remembered what had become of
them. I sighed and looked for a pair of his. I found some that were
obviously too big. I put them on, sitting down and rolling the bottoms up a
bit so that I wouldn't trip over them. I grabbed a belt and that too was
too big. I sighed and woke him up, I pulled the belt to him, "Do me the
honors?" I asked. He smiled groggily. His claws pulled out and he cut about
a sixth off and made several holes onto the belt with the tips of his
claws. He handed the belt back to me and I thanked him. He smiled and went
back to sleep. I slipped on the belt and found it comfortable. Before
opening the door, I sensed around, I knew the rest of the team lived around
here, I wasn't comfortable being seen shirtless. No one, I half ran, half
walked through the back where I knew no students would be to my room. I
quickly changed and smiled in the mirror, I had missed Logan.

I walked back out, in my own clothes and made my way towards Hank's room. I
knocked and I heard a quiet, "Come in." He was facing his computer, but he
didn't need to see me to know who it was. He smelled me as soon as I walked
into the room. "Jesse?" he asked as he got up. "Hank!" I said running to
him and giving him a huge hug, he returned the favor with a bear hug I knew
only he was capable of. He picked me up and then put me back down. He was
the only person I acted childish around. "Where have you been?" he asked as
he sat back on his chair, and I took my regular place on his bed. He stood
back up and closed the door. I was about to do the same, I didn't want
anyone else to interrupt our conversation. "I've been all over. On the run
you know?" I smiled. "And how about your powers, have you discovered
anything new?"

"Um, yeah, I picked up how to make connections easier, and I can sense
around for people now. In general, I've just gotten faster."  "That's
great, well, after you left, I continued to run the tests with your blood
and have found that the essence that rises from your pores is an extremely
complex sort of gas."  "How so?"  "Last time we talked I told you that it
was limited to how you felt the gas was needed, but I've found that its not
only that you release the gas, its how you absorb people's powers as
well. Your body can absorb and release energy, kind of like Bishop, but you
can shift it into many different things."  He mustve noticed my confused
face. "In short, your body can do much more than just absorb, it can do a
variety of different tasks for you, but like I said before, we have to
practice it in order to discover what exactly you can do."

"That makes more sense," I smiled. But just as I smiled, I felt that tickle
all over again. Fuck, I thought that was over, this was the last place I
would want this to happen. But it was inevitable, I began coughing and he
smelled it before I could deny it. "Jesse!" he exclaimed and got up to
examine me closer, putting his arm around my shoulders. "What is this?" he
asked me. The fit stopped and I wiped my bloody palm on a tissue he handed
me. "I was hoping you could answer that for me," I smiled.

I went into his bathroom and rinsed my mouth off. I washed my hands as he
asked me questions like: How long has this been going on? When I answered
he got upset, "What haven't you told me before?" and so I answered,
"Because you would've stopped me from becoming a scout."

"Jesse you have to understand that if this is worse than we want it to be,
than you could've collapsed in the middle of your mission, and that
would've been catastrophic."

I sighed and nodded my head. "You cant tell anyone about this," I plead. He
looked at me, sighed, and nodded. The tests he took consisted of a small,
hand held thing that looked like a taser which he ran through over my neck
down to my stomach and back up past my neck to my head. The blue line of
light that the taser thing released was apparently what analized my
body. After that, Hank had me open my mouth. And that was it. "Come back
tonight." I said goodbye and continued to on to look for the next person on
my list. Bobby. I had no idea what time it was but I looked for him first
in his room, where he wasn't, then in the cafeteria, were he wasn't
either. I didn't see any of the team, were they on assignment?

I proceeded to go outside but didn't find him either. I sighed and walked
back to my room. However, on the way there, I was pulled into the underside
of a staircase and pinned to a wall. It took me a while to make out the
face in front of me and before I could say his name he pushed his lips onto
mine and he gave me a cold breathy kiss. Bobby.

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