Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 14:48:09 +1030
From: Ben Harvey <scifi_fanboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: X-Force: Chapter One

Disclaimer:

All of the standard disclaimers apply. The X-men are the property of
Marvel, and I take no credit for the creation of their characters, only my
own. This is a fanfiction, therefore anything dicontinuous to the normal
X-men universe, including sexuality of the characters, is the product of my
imagination. Any similarities to real people or events is completely
coincidental.

This story contains male/male sex and romance. If you find either theme
offensive, what are you doing reading nifty stories? And if you are
underage or this story is illegal where you are reading, please leave. But
if you chose to ignore this warning, it's your own fault!


Chapter One - Arrival


The sound of our footfalls echoed down the alley, adding to the symphoney
of panicked breathing and falling rain. I felt a sudden pull on my arm as
Robyn grabbed my jacket before she staggered and fell to her knees.

"Remmy, I have to stop," she gasped.

"We can't stop," I yelled over the pounding rain, "Not until we're out of
the city".

"But what about the others!" she pleaded.

"They're gone Robyn! We're all that's left". I stooped down and pulled her
to her feet. "Now come on".

Gripping her hand tightly I guided her towards the end of the alley,
pausing behind a dumpster long enough to check that our way was clear. As
soon as we had left the concealment of the alley, I felt their
presense. Like a knife had been plundged into my skull, their thoughts and
emotions assualted me. Reeling from the impact of so much hate and fear, I
lurched backwards, clutching my head in my free hand.

"Remmy!" Robyn shouted in surprise.

"They're here! Run!"

"It's too late," she cried pulling me to the ground before a hail of
bullets tore the alley wall apart.

We scrambled to our feet and ran as fast as we could in the other
direction. We barely managed to dive behind the dumpster before another
barrage of bullets flew through the air. The sound of ricochetting metal
filled the alley as I pulled Robyn towards me. Closing my eyes, I channeled
my mutant powers, envelopping both of us in a field of translucent blue
energy.

"I found the muties!" a voice sounded behind us, echoing down the alley
between barrages of gunfire.

"Robyn, you have to hide us!"

"I can't! They'll still see us in the rain!"

"Damn it!" I shouted. "You run. I'll hold them off for as long as I can!"

"No! I'm not leaving you!" she protested, wrapping her arms around my
chest.

"GO!" I shouted, pushing her off of me as I lept to my feet and turned to
face our attckers. There were eight of them, all wearing white and grey
camo military garb, complete with masks. Each one carried what I recognised
as an Uzi. We were in a bad neighbourhood of LA, so I knew that there
wasn't any police on their way to help. Rallying what little power I had
remaining, I readied myself for the fight.

"Come on you cowards! You want a mutant! I'll give you a mutant!" I
screamed as loudly as I could. They all took the bait, their emotions
surging with anger and hatred. As they raised their weapons to fire, I
lashed out. Using their emotions as a back-door into their minds, I filled
their heads with an ear-splitting shriek, distracting them long enough for
me to use my most potent power. Coils of telekinetic energy wrapped around
the dumpster, and at my whim, launched it towards my adversaries. It sailed
through the air before smashing into the ground and scattering the white
clad figures.

One of my assailants recovered from my assualt and brought his weapon up in
order to begin his own but before he could pull the trigger a bolt of
dazzling light erupted from over shoulders and blinded him.

"I told you I wasn't going to leave you!" Robyn shouted, running to my
side.

Robyn's bolt only postponed the attack however, because our blinded
adversary began firing down the alleyway towards the sound of our voices. I
forced my companion to the ground, covering as much of her body with my own
as I could. Bullets zipped over our heads.

"Can you distract them long enough for me to get us out of here?" I
whispered in her ear.

"I'll try".

From beneath my chest, Robyn snaled her arms into the open air and exerted
her own mutant talent. The entire alleyway dimmed until everyone was
plunged into utter darkness.

"Close your eyes".

I followed Robyn's instructions and shut my eyes. Even facing the ground
with my eyes closed, the brilliant explosion of light and colour blinded me
for a moment. But only for a moment. I heaved Robyn to her feet and pulled
her with me away from our attackers. A series of metallic clinks caught my
attention just in time for me to recognise the small canister. A grenade.

"Shit!" I cried out. My telekinetic shield manifested around us a fraction
of a second before the cylindircal device exploded, sending Robyn and I
crashing into the brick walls. Even with my shield cushioning the blow, the
impact was enough to send my spiralling into the clutches of
unconsciousness.


*****


St. John Allerdyce ran down the alleyway towards the sound of the
explosion, the rain pounded against him fiercely all the while. Before the
bright flash of the grendade, John had seen the translucent sheet of energy
wrap around the young mutants. He only prayed that it was enough to prevent
any serious injuries.

Ororo Munroe, or Storm, as she was called, sailed through the air above
him, held aloft by her mutant sway over the elements. Sweeping forward,
Storm hurled frigid blasts of cold air down upon the white clad assassins,
leavng John to inwardly cursed his own limitations. In rain this heavy his
pyrokinetic powers were useless. He may not have been able to fight, but he
had no intensions of failing at the one thing he could do; getting their
targets to safety.  Breathing heavily, John finally made it to where his
quarries had fallen. Both of them were young, twenty years old or so he
assumed, and their appearance told him that they probably lived on the
streets or else came from a rough neighbourhoood. Only the girl was
conscious, her companion lying prone beside her.

"Pyro! Are they alright?" came Storms voice from down the alleyway. John
looked over his shoulder and saw her levitating above her prey, her white
hair flailing wildly in the squall she had summoned.

"They took a hit but they look okay!" he shouted back.

During the brief exchange of words, the girl had struggled to her feet and
now stood between John and her fallen comrade, arcs of light lancing
between her fingertips. Even in the low light he could see that she was
beautiful. Her deep red hair had been cut just above her shoulders and her
tight jeans and leather jacket hugged her femanine curves suggestively.

"Who the hell are you!" she demanded, raising her hands so that her palms
were facing him threateningly.

"Hey hey! It's alright, we're here to help you," John said, raising his own
hands to show he meant no harm.

"Who are you!" she shouted again, her voice bordering on hysterical.

"Later," John shouted back. "Head towards the other end of the
alley. There's a black SUV".

Stooping down, he heaved the young man to his feet and, with the young
woman's help, began dragging him down the alley towards the car.

As they exited onto the street, the sounds of battle reached their
climax. Three echoing booms shook the air and John knew that the conflict
had been brought to a swift resolution. Finally reaching the SUV, he pulled
open the back door, and, with the help of the red headed girl, deposited
their burden across the back seat.

"What's your name?" John asked.

"My name's Robyn," the girl replied. "This is Remmy".

"Okay Robyn, I need you to get in the back seat with Remmy while I drive us
out of here. Do you understand?"

She quickly climbed into the back and lifted Remmy's head into her
lap. Taking this as an affirmation of her understanding, John shut the door
and ran around the car and slid into the drivers seat. Twisting the keys in
the ignition, he put his foot down on the accelerator. The wheels of the
SUV spun on the wet road for a few moments before they found purchase on
the slick surface and the car sped forward. Under John's control, the car
performed a complete 180 and sped off down the street.

"What about your friend?" Robyn asked.

John smiled, "Storm will meet us outside of town".



The drive to the airstrip was one of relative silence. Robyn had asked
several questions, but all John had told her was that she'd get her answers
when they arrive at their destination. Exhausted from the nights events,
she quickly fell asleep. John was quite happy to see her begin slumbering,
because he could finally survey Remmy without fear of Robyn noticing.
Remmy was 5"9 with short red-brown hair that stuck up in wild bangs. His
form was that of a perfectly proportioned swimmer, covered in firm, defined
muscles that buldged seductively under his tight clothing. His scruffy
appearance sent tingles along John's spine and he found himself hardening
at the thought of kissing Remmy's full lips and creamy skin.

Snap out of it John!, he thought to himself as he forced his attention back
onto the road. He's not even gay! He has a girlfriend! And even if he was
gay and single, he wouldn't even look twice at you!


*****


I awoke with a start, shocked into consciousness by the images of the
previous night that were playing in my mind like some sort of horrific
slideshow. Twisting my aching body, I sat up on the edge of the stiff
matress and took in my surroundings. The room looked like some sort of
medical facility, filled with equipment I'd only ever seen in a
hospital. There was nobody around, for which I was thankful, because my
clothes had been removed and I was only covered by a thin white sheet. A
small bundle of clothes had been left on a table to my left, so I took them
and hastily dressed myself. The grey sweat-pants were slightly baggy while
the white cotton shirt hugged my flesh snuggly. Whoever had left them
hadn't known my size.

Sighing, I tried to recall everythig that had happened over the last few
days. I had just got back to the tunnels we mutant run-aways called home
when all hell broke loose. While everyone was busy getting dinner ready,
men in white outfits and masks stormed in and started shooting at anything
that moved. Most of the mutanst there didn't have any sort of offensive
power, so they were cut down quickly. I managed to protect a small group of
us from the bullets with my telekinesis, but there were so many of them and
I wasn't anywhere near full strength after the days work. Before long, I
was too overwhelmed to keep up my shield. A friend of mine had managed to
teleport most of the people I was shielding away before I was exhausted. He
took a hit in the shoulder and was forced to teleport away so it was just
Robyn and I. She used her powers to bend light around us, rendering us
invisible, as we made a break for it. We made it up to street level, but
the pounding rain made our cloak useless. (Being invisible doesn't help if
people can see the rain hitting you). The masked men that had guarded the
surface had seen us and we were forced to run for a our lives. I was
knocked out when they caught up with me and Robyn.

That's when I realised that in all my contemplation, I'd completely
forgotten about Robyn. I immediatly reached out with my thoughts in every
direction. I may not have been as talented at telepathy as some of the
other mutants I'd met, but I knew enough to get by. Maybe a hundred metres
above me, I felt several hundred minds, each with their own distinctive
thought patterns. But they didn't interest me. At the very edge of my
telepathic range, I felt her, Robyn, in the presense of half a dozen
others. My last mutant gift, the power of empathy, told me that she felt
safe, but even so, I needed to know for curtain.

Robyn, I called out with my thoughts, Are you okay?

She started slightly as my mind touched her's but she replied quickly,
Remmy, Thank God you're alright!

Are you okay? Where are you? I questioned.

Yes, I'm fine. You don't need to worry, we're safe.

Good. But where are we exactly?

I believe that I can answer that better than your friend can, the wisen
voice of an older gentleman entered the mental conversation.

Who are you? I asked.

My name is Charles Xavier, and I'm a mutant, just like you.

Well that's pretty obvious, I smiled, you wouldn't have been able to enter
the conversation without my help unless you were a telepath, and last time
I checked, mundanes weren't telepathic.

It is equally obvious that you, young man, are no fool, he replied. If you
would care to join us, I'll explain the situation.

Gladly.

Under the mental instruction of Xavier, I quickly made my way out of the
medical facility and down a long corridor to an elevator. Everything seemed
extremely futuristic, almost as if it had been modelled after a science
fiction movie. The elevator door slid shut with a metalic hiss and I stood
motionless as it ascended. A faint ding heralded my arrival at the next
level and as the door slid open, I was met by the sight of a large painting
hanging on the wall across from me. Stepping out onto the hardwood floor, I
cast my eyes up and down the hallway. The walls were covered in beautiful
red wood panelling and I could see that dozens of paintings and sculptures
decorated the entire length of it.

"Hey there!"

I turned towards the voice and my cock twitched. Walking towards me from
the other end of the hallway was the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen. He
was about an inch or two taller than I was with a build that was slightly
heavier than my own. But his face was what caught my attention. Where my
eyes were caramel, his were a piercing shade of blue akin to
saphires. Every feature was perfectly proportioned and his smile was
amazing. Even his medium length dirty-blonde hair, which was tussled and
untidy, only added to his rugged handsomness.

"Um..ah..hi," I stuttered as he finally reached me.

"St. John Allerdyce," he said, holding out his hand, "but you can call me
John".

"Remiel St.Cloud, or Remmy," I said, shaking his hand. The handshake was
firm and warm, but I quickly realised that I'd held on for too
long. Breaking the grip, I placed both of my hands firmly in the pockets of
my sweats, simaltaniously covering the sudden erection that was blooming in
my crotch. John didn't seem to notice as he quickly pressed on.

"The Professor sent me to meet you".

"The Professor?"

"Professor Xavier. He asked me to come and get you so you don't get lost".

"Get lost, huh? Guy's thinking ahead. What exactly is this place?"

John smiled and my heart melted. "I'll let the Professor explain
everything".

We made our way through several long hallways similar to the first before
we finally arrived at a large door that I assumed led to an office of some
kind. John knocked on the door and it was pulled open by a woman with mocha
coloured skin and hair as white as snow. As I entered the office, for an
office it was, I saw that several other people were standing in various
positions around a large oak desk, behind which sat a bold gentleman in a
wheelchair.

"Good Morning Mr St.Cloud," the bald gentleman greeted me. "I am Professor
Charles Xavier".

"Remmy!" I heard Robyn cry before she lept out the high-back chair she had
been occupying.

She wrapped her arms tightly around me and squeezed. Robyn wasn't what
anyone would call intimidating, the top of her head barely came up to my
chin, but God, the girl had one hell of a grip.

"Okay, Robyn. Oxygen. Becoming an issue," I wheezed.

"God. I'm sorry," she said, breaking her hold on me. "I've just been so
worried about you. After the grenade, and when you hit the wall, and after
everything that happened yesterday".  I smiled and wrapped my own arms
around her slender form, pulling her into a warm embrace.

"It's alright. I'm okay. I'm just glad that you're safe".

The rib-crushing hug that Robyn had subjected me to must have stopped
oxygen from reaching my brain, because I could have sworn that a look of
jealousy briefly flickered across John's face. But I must have been
hallucinating, because it was gone as soon as I looked back to confirm my
suspicions.

I pulled back from Robyn and looked back to the Professor.

"You said that you'd explain everything once I got here, so please. I need
some answers".

Xavier looked at me with an expression of total honesty, "Of course. I can
only imagine what you've been through over the last few hours, but there is
one thing I want to impress upon you; you are safe here".

"Where is 'here', exactly?"

"It's a school for people like us," Robyn answered, having slid next to me
with my arm still wound around her waist.

"Yes. I was just in the midst of explaining the situation to Robyn when you
arrived. I think the best place to start would be with proper
introductions," Xavier said. "You've already met John. This is Scott
Summers," Xavier pointed out a tall man wearing some sort of red
visor. "Ororo Monroe". The white-haired woman smiled and bowed her head
slightly. "Jean Grey". Another woman, with flaming red hair, gestured much
the same way that Ororo did. "This is Logan," the Professor gestured over
his shoulder to a man looking out the window.

"My name is Remiel St.Cloud, but you can call me Remmy".

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Xavier said.

After Ororo, Jean and Scott greeted me (Logan remained silent and continued
to stare out the window), Xavier began his explaination.

"As Robyn said, this is a school for mutants, where young men and woman can
learn about themselves and their powers without fear of
persecution. Normally, we locate mutants and offer them a place, but
occationally, they'll find their way here by themselves".

"But John seems a little old to be in school and a little young to be a
teacher". I cast my eyes over John. He was looking down at his feet with a
broad smile over his face.

"I said it once and I'll say it again; You are most curtainly no fool," the
Professor said. "You are correct. John is neither a student, nor a
teacher".

"Then what is he?"

"May I handle that?" John stepped forward and asked the Professor. With a
nod from Xavier, he turned to Robyn and I and explained. "I am a member of
a group called the X-Men. For the most part, the team is made up of
graduate students. We operate out of this school and aim to promote trust
and cooperation between mutants and regular humans. Usually this means that
we intervien whenever a mutant or mutants use their powers for illegal or
dangerous purposes, or when regular human's try to harm the mutant
community".

"So you're like some sort of mutant police".

"In a manner of speaking," Xavier said. "Technically speaking, we're a
vigilanty group, but most of the major world governments acknowledge our
existance, though not officially".

"I see".

"Did you rescue anyone else?" Robyn asked. "I mean, did any of our friends
make it besides us?"

"I'm afraid you and Remiel were the only ones we found," Jean Grey finally
entered the conversation.

"But our friend Jackson, he teleported a lot of people away, some of them
must have survived"

"And I'm sure that that is the case, however," Xavier said, "the people who
attacked you were using some sort of jamming technology that prevented us
from tracking individuals within a curtain area".

"Then how did you find us?" I asked.

"Your powers," Jean answered, then continured once she saw the confused
expression on my face. "You are what we call a Psi, a psychic mutant. When
a Psi of your calibre uses large amounts of power, it creates a sort of
ripple that other psychic mutants can pick up on. When you were attacked, I
gather that you expended a great deal of energy defending yourself and
others". When I confirmed with a nod, she pressed on, "One of our contacts
in LA felt the ripple and contacted us. When we used our tracking system,
Cerebro, we were only able to get a reading on you because of how much
energy you were putting out".

"And in comes the cavalry" Robyn finished the discussion.

"We are all truely sorry about your friends," Ororo said. "We'll keep
looking out for any signs of them".

"Thank-you".

Xavier sighed. "Well, you are here now, so let's discuss you options. Now
Robyn, according to what you said when you first arrived, you hadn't
finished high school when you were forced to leave home. Is that correct?"

"Yes sir," Robyn answered.

"Then in that case, I'd like to offer you a place at the school and the
opportunity to finish your education".

Robyn's entire face lit up into a beautiful smile, "Thank-you sir. I'd like
that very much".

"And Mr. St.Cloud. Robyn also said that before you were forced to leave
home, you had accumulated enough credits to graduate in abstentia".

"That's right".

"Well then I can't offer you a place as a student, but I would like to
extend to you an invitation to join the X-Men".

"The X-Men?" I gasped. "But what possible use would I be? I can't
fight. Hell, if I was any use at all, don't you think I would have been
able to help my friends?"

"Hey! Don't sell yourself short," John cut in. "You've got some serious
power".

"What?"

The Professor explained, "When a student comes to this school, we run a
series of tests to identify their class and power rating. Classes range
from class one to class five, and represents the individuals potential. A
mutant's power rating reflects a mutants current level of power. These
tests were performed during the medical evaluation you recieved upon your
arrival. It revealed that you have three generalised psionic powers. These
are Telepathy, Empathy, and Telekinesis".

"What do you mean generalised?" I asked.

"Simply put," Jean answered, "your talents are non-specific. This gives you
a great deal of versatility, but it also means that they are not as
effective as those who have specific powers. The easiest way to explain it
would be to say that a mutant with a generalised power would expend twice
the energy of a mutant with a specific power, and would still only achieve
half the effect. Granted, those proportions are not always true, but I
imaging you grasp the idea".

"Yeah, I think so".

The Professor resumed, "As I said, you have Telepathy, Empathy and
Telekinesis, three very potents talents, especially in that
combination. All of your abilities have been rated as having class four
potential. According to your power rating, your Telekinesis is operating at
class three. Your Telepathy and Empathy however are only operating at class
two".

I tried my best to understand the information being explained to me, but
some of the concepts seemed somewhat over my head.

"What does that mean exactly sir?" I asked, "I know what I can do, but I'm
not really sure what you mean in regards to my potential".

"Well, as you are now, your Telepathy allows you to communicate with people
metally, whether they are a telepath or not, as well as being able to
distinguish between the different thought patterns of specific
individuals. Now as a class four, you would be able to actively manipulate
thoughts and memories, in addition to a far greater range. Your Empathy
would develop much along the same lines. A class four telekinetic has the
ability to affect objects on the molecular level".

"Wow".

"So now you see why we think that you would make an excellent addition to
the X-Men," John smiled.

I must have blushed because Robyn swiftly elbowed me in the ribs to get my
attention.

What was that for?

I don't think anyone else notice, but you're giving him 'the look'.

I am not.

Yes you are!

Am not!

Jean smiled, "Um, you do realise that there are other psychics in the room,
right?"

"Oh God. You heard that just now?" I asked.

Jean began chuckling, "If I may ask, what exactly is 'The Look'?"

"'The Look'?" Scott finally spoke. "Sounds dirty".

Everyone started laughing. It was embarassing, I couldn't help but laugh
too.

"'The Look' is just, well, it's a private thing," I admitted.

"Very well. But in future, it would be best to leave private matters
private, as there are quite a few psychic mutants at this school," Xavier
said.

"Yeah, you and your girlfriend are already the talk of the school, so
people are even more likely to want to evesdrop," Scott told us.

"Oh, God no. Robyn's not my girfriend, she's like my little sister".

Scott's cheeks burnt a hot red as he apologised for his mistake.

"Back to the topic at hand," the Professor cut in. "I don't expect an
answer right away, but I would like you to give my offer serious
consideration".

I sighed. "I'll make you a deal Professor. I'll join your X-Men on two
conditions. First, is that Robyn, and any of our friends you find, are
given a safe place to stay. Second, is that when you find the people
responsible for attacking us, you let me help take them down". I fixed
Xavier with the sternest look I could muster to let him know that I was
serious.

He pondered my terms for a moment before giving me his answer. "Your
conditions are fair and acceptable. You have a deal".


*****


John couldn't help but smile on his was back to the room he now shared with
the object of his desire. Not only had he found out that Remmy and Robyn
considered each other brother and sister, but the Professor had assigned
Remmy to be John's new roommate.

Oh yes! John thought to himself. Not only is he single, but he's gonna be
sleeping in the same room!

The journey from the office to the dormatories was initially one of
silence; it wasn't until half-way through the transit that Remmy spoke.

"Thank-you".

"What for?" John asked.

"I never got a chance to say how much I appreciate what you and Ororo did
for Robyn and I, so thank-you".

Remmy turned his eyes to meet John's own. The caramel gaze held such
sincerity that John's heart melted away, and he knew that for as long as he
lived, he would love Remiel St.Cloud.

"You will never have to thank me for anything," he said, returning the
fierce emotion he had just recieved. Remmy's steps faltered for a moment,
caught off-guard by John's words.

"Come on. You probably want a shower, and to get into some real clothes".

The remainder of the trip passed quickly. Reaching the door, John showed
Remmy the code that needed to be entered into the electronic lock in order
to be permitted into the room. The lock beeped once and the door swung
open.

The dormatories at Xavier's school were spacious, housing two king-size
beds, a pair of oak desks and a large walk-in wardrobe. The beds were
arranged so that they were on opposite sides of the room with the heads of
each pressed up against the wall. Opposite the entrance, which opened
between the beds, the oak desks were pushed up beneath the windows at
either end of the room. A door stood next to each bed, leading to either
the walk-in wardrobe or adjoined bathroom.

This particular dormatory was a mess. Clothes, books and an assortment of
other things were lying in piles all over the room, including both
beds. Catching the look that crossed Remmy's face, John explained.

"Yeah, sorry about the mess. I don't normally have a roommate. I'll clean
my stuff off of your bed and desk so that we have space to pack away your
things".

Remmy's face burnt as he said, "I don't have any stuff to pack away. I only
had what I left home with and that was destroyed when we were attacked".

"You don't need to worry about that. The Professor gave me five thousand
dollars on a credit card to take you shopping with. Once you've had a
shower and something to eat, we'll head to the mall and get you some new
clothes and anything else you need".

Remmy was stunned. "Five...thousand...dollars," he said, barely believing
his own words.

"Go get in the shower before you pass out or something. I'll pull out a few
of my things that you can wear until we restock your wardrobe".


*****


For the first time all day I felt completely relaxed, letting the water
cascade down my shoulders and back as I leaned against the shower wall. It
felt good to let the warm jets scour away the grime and dirt that had clung
to me since the previous night. Taking the small bar of soap, I began to
rub it across my chest and stomach. The soft lather slid down my body as
the water rinsed it off, but as it ran down to my crotch I found myself
becoming aroused.

John wouldn't be able to hear anything over the sound of running water, so
there's no harm, I thought to myself.

I put the soap back in its holder and began to stroke my rapidly growning
cock. Under my careful ministering, it grew to its full seven
inches. Closing me eyes, I began to stroke it, slowly at first, then with
greater speed. My breath became heavier as I drifted towards my
climax. After about five minutes of constant stroking, my balls tightened
and the electric sensation of my orgasm rocketed up the length of my spine
as I erupted, covering the wall with several ropes of cum.

It took me a few minutes to catch my breath before I finally rinsed away
the evidence and turned off the taps.


*****


John lept back from the door as he saw Remmy turn of the water. He'd pulled
out a few articles of clothing that he thought would fit Remmy when he'd
noticed that the bathroom door was open just crack. As much as he'd tried
to resist, he could help but sneak over and take a peek. And there Remmy
was, as naked as the day he was born, covered in rippling muscles, stroking
away at his perfectly sized piece of meat. John's breath had caught in his
throat and his own cock hardened when he saw Remmy climax, painting the
wall in front of him.

"Remmy?" he called. "You almost done?".

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute," came the response John had known would
come before he'd even asked the question.

"I've left some clothes on the bed for you. I need to quickly go next door
for a second, but I'll be back shortly".

"Okay".

With that, John opened the door stepped out, barely managing to keep his
breath steady. Rubbing the significant bulge that had appeared in his
jeans, he headed out to find a secluded place where he could take care of
his problem.



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