Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2009 22:51:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jesse Crewe <jayjaybby@rocketmail.com>
Subject: x-men rejection (part 5) (good reason)

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


Enjoy! Oh... and sorry it took so long.

"How'd we get here?" I asked. It was only me and him. No one else in the
world mattered. "Does it matter?" he replied. What a perfect answer. I
smiled and stayed still, doing nothing but looking down. He walked up to me
and cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. I felt
helpless and... well, utterly feminine. None of that. I looked to the side,
letting his hands slide off my face to my neck. Only then did I look back
up at him. He had gray eyes that seemed to be looking for something on my
face. "What?" I asked. He only shook his head "Nothing." Logan. The man I'd
promised myself to. And yet it bugged me to get into a feminine-like
position. Not even that mattered though. We were in my room and I was
facing him and the wall behind him, and the entrance. He was facing me and
the bad, which would mean that my bed was right behind us. My room wasn't
that big but I had to admit, it was my favorite place in the world.

He slid his hands from my neck down to my waist, his rough hands sending
shivers through me where they passed. He pulled me to him and then pushed
me some-what gently unto the bed, sending us both to the bed. Not the
greatest idea. Here was a man with bones covered in the world's only
invincible metal. In other words, this man weighed a ton. I only
gasped. "You okay?" he asked, surprisingly sounding worried. I only smiled
up at him. He moved in for a kiss and then: "Jesse," came Bobby's voice. I
looked over to my bedroom door but he wasn't there. I looked around but
didn't see him. "Jesse!" Bobby's voice came again. "What's wrong?" Logan
asked, his crushing weight feeling nothing but comfortable on top of me. I
didn't say anything. I don't think it would be appropriate me saying the
name of another man while here with Logan.

"Jesse!" his voice came again except much more clearer. My room began to
fade away and was replaced by first an immensely bright white and then a
black. I was back into consciousness. "Jesse get up," Bobby said sitting
beside me on the bed. "Bobby what do you want?" I asked still
half-asleep. "For you to get up," he said. I opened my eyes and saw that
amazing smile of his. Bobby, my best friend and probably the handsomest man
I knew. Not that Logan wasn't good-looking, he was, really was but he was
more like a sexy handsome. Bobby was just outright handsome. "I don't want
to," I complained. "I don't care," he said in a tone that mimicked
mine. "Go away," I said. "No I don't think so, get up," he said poking me
in the arm. Friggin Bobby. I sat up and left all traces of that dream
behind on my pillow. "Happy?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied and displayed
that smile of his. I couldn't help but smile. "Okay, why'd you wake me up
so early?" I asked. He looked at me skeptically, "It's nine thirty," he
said. "Yeah, I know," I replied. Friggin X-Men and their early rising
times.

He laughed, "Get up I wanna do something today," he said pushing me so that
I would get up. "What? What do you wanna do?" "I don't know, practice your
powers, combine them, I don't know. Anything." "You're a strange person," I
said to him, "I know," he said. "Do I have time for a shower?" I
asked. "Sure," he smiled. Why did he do that? I sighed and went into the
bathroom to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, and dressed. I was
surprised to find Bobby still sitting on my bed. "Ready?" he asked. "Yeah,
why are you so.." I hesitated. What would you call this? "I don't
know. Come on," he said getting up and opening the door. I walked past him
and followed him to the outside of the mansion. I thought about Logan, how
was he doing? I snapped that thought out. Logan couldn't get hurt. But
Storm and Jean could. There was Rogue too, but she was one of the toughest
people I knew. So there was still Storm and Jean. I sighed in worry for
them. Bobby noticed. "They're fine," he said. I guess he knew what I was
thinking. "How do you know?" I asked. "Because, Time and time again they go
and come back just fine, and on top of that they have Rogue and
Logan. Trust me, they're fine," he said. He'd stopped walking. We were in
the middle of the field that was a safe distance from the mansion.

The students where in class. I remembered Hank. How was he? I'd go talk to
him after this. "What now?" I asked. "Do you still have my powers?" "I'm
sure," I replied. I hadn't gotten rid of them. Had I? I shook that thought
and decided that I hadn't. "Do you still have Gambit's?" he
continued. "Yeah," I replied. "Do that thing you did yesterday," he said. I
understood and stood up straight, summoning both energies into my reach. I
felt them and released them into my palms, letting the energy form and grow
into a sphere about the size of a softball. "What now?" I asked. "Try to
control it," he replied. What? "What do you mean?" I asked. "Throw it but
don't let it hit the ground, try to kind of swerve it and keep it in the
air. Do you get me?" He explained. "Uh yeah," I replied and did as he told
me. I threw it, hard and right as it was descending I held it up and pushed
it up so it ascended in a straight vertical line. It's hard to explain. It
was kind of like holding your brain and then your brain tickled because of
what you where doing with it. I could feel the ball ascending.

I let if fall and then pulled it towards us. "Not here!" Bobby laughed. I
laughed and threw in another direction, letting it explode into a thousand
little shards of ice and bio-kinetic energy. I smiled at my success. "What
now?" I asked again. "We need to get you more powers," he smiled. I only
returned the smile. We walked back to the mansion and looked for someone of
interest. I could only think of one. Bishop. I told Bobby this and he
agreed. We hunted him out and found him in the gym, a place I barely
visited. I didn't need to, my built body was permanent, but I didn't mean
to brag.

"Bishop," Bobby called. He looked our way from the punching bag he was
beating on. "Hey Bobby, Jesse," he said with a smile. "What's up?" he
asked. "We were wondering if you could let Jesse use your powers?" Bobby
explained, "We were combining the powers he's already borrowed and we
thought your powers would make a good addition. So what do you think?" "I
think it's a good idea, sure go ahead," he said looking at me. "Okay," I
said stepping closer to him and pressing my palm to his cheek, my usual
spot. I don't know why but it seemed more appropriate to drain the energy
from here than from his arm or neck. I don't know. I felt the energy slip
into my palm and smiled. It felt nice. It always did. "Thanks," I said as I
stepped away. "Anytime," he smiled.

We returned to the field and I meshed all the powers together. This time
there was no ball but instead a beam with three colors. A light blue,
Bobby, A bright crimson, Gambit, and a dark purple-looking blue color,
Bishop. The colors where laid out flatly against the beam. I fired at a
nearby stone and managed a dent. The beam burst into tiny ice shards, a
crimson smoke and a purple explosion where it hit the boulder. Nice. I
smiled at my new success and looked over at Bobby, who looked amazed. "You
okay?" I asked. "Your good," he smiled. "We should go tell the professor,"
I suggested. He agreed.

"That's quite remarkable Jesse," the professor smiled at me. We had just
told him of our discovery. "Have you continued practicing your connecting
skills with Robert?" he continued. I hadn't. "No," I answered. "Hi, Bobby,"
I sent. He smiled and sent back, "Hey Jesse." "There," I told the
professor. He smiled. "Very good. Have you tried looking for any other
abilities. I mean to say, in yourself, can you do more than just connect
with people and mimic their powers?" He asked. That sentence would've
sounded harsh coming from anyone other than the professor. "I haven't, but
I wanted to talk to Hank about that," I said honestly. I meant to ask him
about the mystery of why Logan liked me. I wasn't going to tell him about
Logan, but I was going to ask him if there was anything in my system that
did that for me. Wooing people in to make me seem more attractive.

I did.

"Your body releases some sort of toxin that causes the human's senses to
react." Hank explained. I liked him when he talked all scientific and
stuff. Not like that. He was a friend. A dear, close, friend whom I'd seen
jacking off once. "React how?" I asked. "Well, I'm not sure, I can run a
few tests to find out," he suggested, sitting down and looking at
me. "Sure, I'm up for it," I smiled. "So I hear you were practicing your
powers today. You can combine powers?" he asked. "I guess so, News travels
fast around here," I said. Said practice was only about a half hour
ago. "Yeah, well, there's a lot of people here at the mansion. Do you mind
if I took a blood sample for the tests?" He asked. "No go ahead," I
replied. He took a syringe from a drawer on his desk and drew blood from my
arm.

"I'll have those results by tonight," he said. "Really? That fast?" I
asked. A bit surprised. He smiled. "Yeah," he said. "That's cool," I
said. As I said the words the sound of a jet roared in. The X-Jet. They
where back! I felt butterflies in my stomach. I knew what was coming. I
smiled and left the room after I said goodbye to Hank. I was the last one
there. I could only see Storm and Jean's worried expression and Rogue
carrying something. No not something, someone. Who? My heart sank and my
body went cold as I saw that the wounded person in Rogue's arms was no
other than Logan.

Hurt? How? He was Wolverine, the invincible guy with the claws. I pushed
through the small crowd and made my way to Storm and Jean. "What's wrong?"
I asked hugging Storm. "I don't know, Arcade has come up with a weapon that
can actually hurt him," Jean explained. Instead of feeling the horror I
would've expected I felt nothing but concern. I followed Rogue, Jean, and
Storm into the Hospital floor of the mansion. The students weren't allowed
here. The professor and Hank where already there. As I got a good look at
Logan I noticed that his eyes were shut closed and right on the side of his
abdomen was a large shard of something metallic. "It cant be pulled out
without hurting him," Jean said to the professor.

"Well we cant just leave it in there," Rogue said. "We need to cool the
piece of metal and slide it out, the metal is heated, which probably has
something to do with why Logan isn't able to heal himself. Where's Bobby?"
he asked looking around. "I can do it," I said. They all looked at me, "I
still have his powers," I explained. Hank stepped away and I looked at him
for instruction. "Just cool it down a little and just pull it out," he
said. "Wait what?" I said, wincing at the idea of pulling the thing
out. "Do it," he pressed. I exhaled and gently placed my hand on the piece
of metal, getting a slight grip of the piece. I released a slight wave of
cold over the shard, making sure to keep Bishop's and Gambit's powers to
the side of my brain. Their powers would not help right now.

I felt a slight pang of instinct to place my other hand on the side of the
shard on his skin and cool that down too. His body was extremely heated. I
ran my hand under his wife-beater and placed my hand on his skin and slowly
pulled the shard out. Once out I handed it to Hank and placed both palms on
the wound. I released more cool energy and after a while I felt his skin
close under my palms. I withdrew my palms and they where bloody. I washed
my hands and looked up at the people around me. They where all looking at
me. I just smiled. They did too and looked back at a now peaceful-looking
Logan.

The professor and Hank left soon after they where sure that Logan was
okay. So there was only Rogue, Storm, and Jean left. The last thing Rogue
said before they left was, "We still need to talk about that scouting job."
Jean and Storm both looked at me with agreeing faces. Crap. I would've
though, or at least hoped that they would've forgotten about that over
their mission. But these friggin X-Men, nothing shakes them. I smiled and
let them leave. The sun was setting outside. There where no windows in this
room, but the end of the hall outside had a large window facing the sun. I
sat in a chair facing the door and saw the sun's light splattered on the
floor as it elongated as the time went by until it disappeared. A low light
soon replaced that and the world seemed empty. There was no one else on
this floor. And I wasn't going to go up to face the people that wanted to
discuss my future as an "X-Man." It would be harder to explain this to
them, they where all close friends of Nightcrawler. Where was he?

I decided, over about an hour and a half of thought, that I would ask for
that assignment as my first scouting job. I would set out to look for
Nightcrawler. I had to prove myself worthy of being a scout somehow.

After another half-hour, Logan came forth. He gave a low grunt and then
moved his head to face me and slowly opened his eyes. "Jesse," he grunted
again. I got up and came closer to him. "What happened?" he asked in his
gravely voice. "I'm not sure, but you got here with a metal shard in your
stomach, we had to pull it out in order for you to heal back up again," I
explained. He grunted. "What about you? How'd you do in the assignment?"  I
asked, walking away to brighten the lights a bit. "The last thing I
remember was having Arcade about thirty yards from where I was and then an
explosion. That's probably where I got my souvenir from." I came back to
sit on my chair. "Why are you all the way over there?" he asked. "I'm right
here Logan," I said.

He tilted his head to get a better look at me I guess. "What?" I asked when
the stare had been a little too long. He just shook his head and put his
head in a more comfortable position. "So what was that before I left?" he
asked not looking at me. I felt my stomach drop because I thought he wanted
to talk about the scouting thing. But then I remembered. That small moment
just before he boarded the jet. The kiss. Or rather, the peck. "What do you
mean?" I asked, to nervous to answer him directly. He looked at me again
and I felt small under his gaze. "Don't act like you don't know. The kiss,
before I left," he said. That threw me off. He always caught me off guard.

"Well, I did that because I was... uh," I stammered. I had absolutely no
idea of what to say. I absolutely refused to tell him I had even the
slightest feelings for him. I'd never been in love, but I'd seen plenty of
failed relationships. Not that I wanted a relationship with Logan or
anything. Did I? He continued to look at me expectantly, but I had nothing
to say. So I changed the subject. "You should get some sleep Logan, you
need to rest," I said as I walked a bit closer to him. I was standing over
him, looking down at him and him up at me. I'll admit it was a bit
awkward. He was still waiting for an answer. But then he did something I
was totally unprepared for.

He grabbed my arm and pulled, hard. I was completely, well not completely,
my face was close to his and his chest was pressing against mine but my
feet where still on the ground. Regardless, I was on top of him and his
breath hit my lips. His eyes gazed into mine, waiting for me to close in
the space. No, I wouldn't. He wanted it, he would have to work for it, I'd
made that clear. He saw, or rather, sensed my stubbornness. "Give in," he
breathed. "No," I quickly replied. He hadn't released my arm and as I
replied he took a tighter grip. "Why not?" he said in a harsher tone. "Give
me one good reason," I replied, my face still just an inch from his. My
reply was stupid, but had its effect on him, he didn't let go but I pulled
away.

"You need to eat, or sleep, or something. Are you hungry?" I asked. "You
have no idea," he replied. I just sighed. "Well if that's all?" I said
heading for the door. "Wait," he uttered. I'd barely heard it, but it was
all I needed to halt. I turned. "Don't leave," he requested. "What?" I
asked. I'd heard him, and understood him, but I wanted to hear him say it
again. "Don't leave," he said in a slightly louder tone. I turned
completely and walked back to his bed. I took his hand. "I wont."

* * * I'd spent the night there. I sat on the bed with his hand in mine
until he fell asleep and then went to sit on the one comfortable chair in
the room. He had woken up slightly when I let go of him but he went back to
sleep once I sat on the chair. I dozed off and had a dreamless night. When
I woke up, the sun still hadn't risen. A went up to the cafeteria, quietly
of course, and got Logan some coffee and an apple for myself. I hadn't
gotten to dinner last night. I didn't know why I slept either. I could've
stayed awake, but I guess I felt safe with Logan. I wasn't sure, but I
slept regardless.

When I returned to the hospital room, Logan was waking up. "Here," I said
as I handed him the coffee. He took it and looked up at me. "Aren't you
hungry?" he asked. "Nope," I replied taking a bite of the apple. It was a
granny smith apple, you know, the green ones. My favorite. I sat on the bed
again and as I finished the apple I felt Logan move. Someone was
coming. The professor walked in accompanied by Hank. "Jesse, your still
here?" he asked. "Yeah, I stayed with Logan," I explained the obvious, but
I wouldn't tell them that he had asked me to stay. The professor smiled and
I moved from the bed so he would have a better view of Logan.

I stood next to Hank while Logan spoke to the professor. "I got the
results," he began. I looked at him. I'd forgotten about that. "Really?
What's up?" I asked. "What I suspected is correct, there is a type of toxin
that you release but I'm not sure what its purpose it. I need to run a few
tests on your body, but we can get around to that later, when your ready,"
he explained. Tests? Toxins? Man I was a freak. I sighed. "Yeah I'll let
you know, I want to find out so maybe later on today?" I asked, wanting to
see if he was available. "Of course, you know where to find me," he
smiled. I returned the smile.

Once they left and I was alone with Logan I told him I would go up to my
room to take a shower. "You know, I need a shower too," he smiled. "Haha,"
I laughed sarcastically, "Well the professor says you'll be able to be up
and running by noon, so you can do that then," I replied. He only smiled.

As I made my way through the corridors of the mansion to get to my room, I
saw Bobby. "Jesse, where have you been?" he asked, walking up to me with
that smile. "Oh, uh," I stammered. Should I tell? "I've been with Logan," I
said. "What?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face. "Whatever, a
bunch of us are going into the city to watch a movie or two and hang out,
wanna come?" he asked.

"I cant Bobby," I said. He looked disappointed. I hated it. "I have to stay
with Logan, and I got some other things to do here at the mansion," I
explained. He straightened his face. "Wait what?" he asked. "I have to stay
here," I repeated. "With Logan?" he said. "Yeah," I replied calmly. He
looked frustrated. "Why?" he asked. That didn't make any sense to
me. "Bobby. What?" I asked a bit confused. "Why do you care so much?" he
asked in a harsh tone I'd never heard on him before. "Bobby. That's Logan,
your friend, what do you mean, why do I care? I'm staying here, and if your
gonna be acting like this, than screw it. You can go, I'll be here when you
get back."

The shower helped a lot. I felt relaxed and comfortable. I didn't see Bobby
anywhere, he was gone already. I went back to Logan and we talked about
things I'd never talked with anyone about. He told me of what he remembered
of his life and of the people he'd met along the way. After what seemed
like hours Jean came in. "I'm here to relieve you," she smiled. "I've just
been here Jean, well I have to go anyway," I said looking at Logan and
signaling to him that I'd be back later. Before I left, Jean looked at me,
"We still need to talk," she said. I only smiled and went out to look for
Hank.

"Are you ready?" he asked once I'd found him. "Yeah," I replied. We'd had
to walk down to the subbasement to a chamber nearby Cerebro and the
training room that's name escaped me. "This is where we run tests on things
like this," Hank explained. I walked into what seemed like something out of
an old Frankenstein movie. There was a small glass chamber in the center of
the room with a metallic cover that had wires flowing from it. They all
seemed to connect to a computer that I'm sure Hank would be handling. I had
to take my shirt and pants off, but I didn't mind. I stepped into the
chamber and I heard Hank speak to me through a microphone. "You have to be
unconscious during these tests. Just breathe normally and when you wake up,
It'll all be over," he smiled. I smiled back and did what he said.

I woke up after what seemed like a mere three seconds, but according to
Hank, I'd been gone for a whole of five hours. "I'll have a full report for
you in an hour," he smiled. I smiled back and went to look for Logan, who
would be walking around by now.

I scanned the familiar mansion but couldn't find him anywhere. He wasn't in
the hospital wing and he wasn't outside, or in the cafeteria. No where. I
didn't know where his room was, but I wouldn't look for him there anyway. I
wouldn't be in my turf and I have a feeling that he'd have an immense
advantage in his own surroundings. I would have to give in for sure.

Whatever happened during those five hours left me all sticky with sweat and
whatever fumes I was exposed to. I needed another shower. The sun was
setting and I was sure that Bobby would be back soon. I didn't want to face
him yet. I went to my room and entered the shower. I was so into the shower
that I hadn't heard him come in.

"Because you want to," came his voice. I didn't jump, but I wanted to. I'd
begun to turn but he didn't let me. He grabbed me from behind and held me
close. There was plenty of room in the shower. He was naked and I could
feel every muscle, every part of him on my skin. His arms where around my
waist one minute and the next they where caressing my body. I forced myself
to turn and face Logan. And there he was. The shower water running through
him. He stood before me in all his glory. I put my arms around him and gave
him part of what he wanted. I kissed him with all I could. Our tongues
touched and caressed each other. His hands where still around me and I
could feel his muscles against mine. This man was huge, his body I
mean. His arms where enormous. His pecs was huge and I wanted to get lost
in them. He groped at my body, making sure not to miss an inch.

He again did something unexpected. He picked me up and took me out of the
shower. Dripping wet himself on the bed, taking me along with him. He was
on top of me, but then he got on his side, looking down at me. He had me
just how he wanted. He looked at every inch of me.

He licked his fingers and rubbed them over the crack of my bottom. Not
entering me but just rubbing them there. As he ran his fingers up he popped
one in. I felt a stab but I didn't cry or yelp or anything. He forced it
all the way in never taking his eyes off me. I wasn't looking at him
though. I had my eyes shut. He pulled his finger in and out repeatedly and
then he popped in his second finger. Here I moaned. He seemed to enjoy
it. He kissed me and continued to pull and push the fingers into my
ass. Once I grew accustomed to that he popped in his third finger and I
moaned again. This time in pain.

I hadn't thought much about this moment. I knew it would hurt. But not his
much. He continued to pull and push, and didn't cease to stop kissing
me. His lips where what kept me from yelping. He pulled the fingers out and
I knew what was coming. I turned myself around, to make it more comfortable
for him, but then he did yet another unexpected thing. He turned me
around. He wanted me to face him, to look at him. I was prepared to give my
ass to him, but he wanted something else. Intimacy. Yet another unexpected
thing.

He positioned himself in between my legs and I wrapped my legs around his
muscled torso. He threw himself on top of me and put the tip of his dick on
the entrance of my hole. He pushed and I heard him grunt. This was my first
time, I would bet it to be tight. I felt a small stab of pain but nothing
more. He kept on pushing until I could feel his balls at my butt. He was
entirely in. He looked down at me and then pulled out. He grunted. He let
his face fall to my neck and I could feel his breath on it. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and braced myself for the rest of it.

I could feel him slide in and pull out. It felt extremely good. Knowing
that I was giving him what he so much wanted. I had no regrets as to
letting myself. I'd promised. He had his hand on my ribs and his other
beside my head, keeping himself in place. His head was still on my neck and
I could make out every noise he made. Grunts, breaths, and hisses. He
wrapped both arms around me and put his legs under me, hoisting me up so
that he was carrying me but he was still on top. He humped in faster until
I felt him grip my whole body at his tightest and then I felt it. His seed
gushing out into my butt. It felt slightly warm but I couldn't really tell
from here. He gave his last thrusts and he moaned. I wasn't paying much
attention to how many times he spurted, but after he was done, it was
pouring out. He was still in me when he pulled his face from my neck and
kissed me.

He pulled out and laid me on the bed, taking his place behind me. "When you
first walked in you said `because you want to?' What does that mean?" I
asked. "You wanted a good reason," he said. I fell into a deep slumber and
had another dreamless night in the arms of the man I'd given myself to for
the first time.



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