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The Cajun looked startled for a moment, gently collecting the boy in his arms, holding him close to his chest as he pulled the covers around them. "Whoa, whoa now, cher. Is sometin' da mattah?"
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The boy swallowed, letting out a shaky breath. "Jus'...jus' some weird bald guy talkin in m'head is all..." he mumbled, shaking his head to clear it of the strange occurance as he lay back at the man's urging, trembling slightly as he buried himself in the other's hold. Why'm I doin this even? Hell, if'n an'body's got this close t'me before, I can't call it up.
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He smirked and let out a hearty laugh as he held the boy to him, a few naughty fingers dipping under the covers and sliding over the boy's body. "Oh lordy! Prof., you gotta give Gambit his space."
The man's flaring eyes held the boy's own as he leaned in, hovering over his lips. "Cher, dat be de ol' Prof. X. He a good man. He helped ol' Gambit a numbah o' times, and he be sure ta help you. Now Charles, you best not be peeking now, hear?" He kissed the boy slowly, trying to relax him. "I bring him by latah, but he be mine now." |
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The boy licked his lips slowly, wondering in the back of his mind why they were so dry as he tried to concentrate on remembering to breathe. And ignore the weirdness of a professor in his head. And try to ignore what he was feeling.
Part of the headboard was smashed--with the accompanying sucking sound--to bits. At least he had enough control to aim. Somewhat. The kissing intensified. He sighed, pushing himself up to rub against the other man, allowing himself a slim, small smile. |
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The Cajun's grin grew as wide as a Cheshire Cat, eyes sparkling as he saw that boy's smile for the first time. "Mmm-mmm....A man could get used ta seeing that, cher. Show Gambit some more."
He kissed him passionately, caressing his hair as he gently pulled one of the boy's legs up and aside, a naughty grin tugging at his face as he glanced down. "Now, what we got 'ere?" |
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The small thief's face beat the ceiling for plaster-style color as the other mutant looked at him. He half-wondered where the blood had gone--certainly not downward, he felt. Another gulp moved down his throat in a long, sliding buldge. His eyes moved downward of their own accord, immediately all the misplaced blood shot up to his face.
Some slid down from his nose, down to drip off his chin and into his mouth, licked off by a questing tongue and lips as another part moved to caress him. I gotta stop doin this... His fists dug into the sheets beneath him. Dammit...this ain't wha' I signed up f'thi'mornin, lookin't'his wallet... Another spurt of gasping breath, more blood flowing down his face is a ruddy brown-maroon rivelet. |
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Gambit's eyes shot open as he saw the unusual amount of blood pouring down the kids face. "Uh, ma petit? You OK?"
He reached around to get some tissue. "Gambit knows how good he be, but keep it tagetha'." |
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"Sorreh," Jeannie muttered as his nose was plugged. "Dunno what t'spect, y'know?" He blushed, not wanting to say aloud that he'd never had sex. Not even when his friends had bribed the corner-girl. I ain't gay, he told himself firmly, resolving to stick with his attitude about his sexuality and mutant powers. He could admit to one at one time, and the other at the other, but never both at the same time. Cuz that'd make me a freak's freak.
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Gambit smirked, reading the other boy like an open book as he wiped him clean, purring as he pressed against the other. "Cher, be honest with ol' Gambit: you never had sex, oui?"
He tip-toed his fingers down the sheets and over various...other parts. "And...you gay, non? Gambit know plenty o' gay mutants. He be bi, but he know others. You not de only one, Jeannie." |
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"I ain't gay," the boy muttered, looking away even as his face pinkened. He sighed. It was like a physical impossibility. People can't lick their elbows; he couldn't admit to being both. He glanced up at Gambit's hand under the veil of his lashes. "Nah, never had sex either." A small gasp of a laugh escaped his lips. "Stupid, righ'? Not t'ave sex when eve'body else has tha' y'know?"
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He purred as he licked along the boy's neck. "Mm...Gambit understand, fo' now, cher."
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The boy licked his dry lips, failing in strangling the moan that forced itself from his throat. His skin chilled as the sweat burned off, soaking the sheets. He gasped as his hand brushed against something, face burning up to his ears and down his neck as he bit down a noise of surprise. A smirk flickered on his lips as his hand brushed that something again.
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He moaned, sweat shining off him as he continued to caress the boy's body, kissing and nibbling along his neck, almost possessively.
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A whining moan was drawn out from Jeannie's mouth as he suddenly bucked, eyes widening in surprise at his own movement. "S-Sorreh." He pushed himself up to a sit on his elbows. "M-maybeh we shoul'...mean...later cuz...y'know, tha' bald guy's gonna prob'ly star'up yellin' 'gin..." He slowed, voice dying off as the shining red eyes stared into his, their lips connecting again in repeated kisses that grew unexpectedly softer.
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He smirked and silenced the boy, lovingly licking and kissing him slowly. His hips moved against the boy, rocking slowly against him.
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