Date: Thu, 10 Jan 2008 20:35:20 -0500
From: Dusty Hansen <dustyh75@hotmail.com>
Subject: newest ultimate x man part 21

Obligatory warnings and disclaimers:

1) 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.

2) 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.

Comments can be sent to "dustyh75@hotmail.com"

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.