Family Ties

CHAPTER EIGHT




CHAPTER EIGHT

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“It’s just a weekend,” Kurt said,
grunting softly under the weight of Kitty’s largest suitcase.

 

“It’s a wedding!” she
corrected. “I need to take clothes for
the ceremony, the rehearsal, the reception, because I’m not going to try to
dance in that dress from the ceremony, clothes for in between, something to
wear when I go see you perform, nightclothes…and don’t even get me started on
all the other stuff!”

 

Kurt all but threw the large bag
into the back of the station wagon.
“Other stuff? Schatz, you’re
getting your own bathroom when we get married!”

 

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said in a
too-sweet voice that made him roll his eyes.
“I’ll make it up to you later…maybe Saturday night?”

 

Kurt murmured agreement and folded
his arms around her waist as she did hers around his neck. “You know,” he said after a moment, “I’m
sure, if you wanted to, you could stay with me and my family…there’s plenty of
room.”

 

She frowned briefly. “What hotel are you at? Surely they couldn’t bring the whole
caravan…”

 

He chuckled. “A bit hard to get that through customs, I’d
think. They’re staying with a local
group of Rom in the Chicago area…” Kurt shrugged and leaned back against the
side of the car, pulling her with him.
“One of the good things about being Rom is that wherever you go, you can
always find family.”

 

She giggled. “That could also be a down side, huh?” Kitty pressed against him in near-invitation,
almost without realizing it. “It’d be
like a network of aunties, all spreading news…”

 

“Ugh…not that bad!” Conversation fell off for several minutes as
kissing became infinitely more interesting.
“Katzchen,” he finally said in a near whisper, unwilling to break the
thick mood between them, “maybe we could take Jubilee along with us…what do you
think?”

 

“With me or with you?” she said in a
like tone. “I don’t think Storm would
let her come with us…” She frowned
again and sighed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. “You’d think it’d be a happy thing, finding
you have a family after being an orphan for so long…”

 

Kurt played with the ends of her
hair in distraction, her breath tickling his neck. “It’s a dumb idea anyway…no way could she leave here, not with
Lily watching her like a hawk.” It had
been noted by almost everyone in the mansion that Jubilee’s shadow had taken
human form. The entire Lee family had
yet to descend en masse that day, but they would be arriving soon and Storm had
wanted to get underway before they were swamped, no matter the excuse she gave
Kitty of wanting to avoid traffic.

 

“It won’t be so bad,” Kitty said
with faint confidence. “It can’t be.”

 

Kurt bit his tongue against the
burbling list of reasons why things could indeed be very bad very soon for
their friend and instead bent for another kiss, Kitty’s lips parting under his
as the kiss deepened. He knew it was a
potentially bad habit, this constant kissing whenever the chance presented
itself, but Kurt had decided early on that being addicted to kissing Kitty was
a much more acceptable and preferable to anything else. Finally, when the need for oxygen presented
itself, Kurt took several shaky breaths before saying, “Saturday.”

 

“Yep,” she replied, sounding equally
shaky. “Saturday. The rehearsal will be Friday during the day we cwe can keep observances then Saturday is the wedding…”

 

Kurt reluctantly released his hold
around her waist and stepped back, willing his arousal to subside and knowing
it was all but futile. “I put the
address where we’ll be staying in your small bag, just in case.” He could not quite put his finger on it, but
he had a bad feeling about the weekend.
Not an impending-disaster-feeling, but more of a what-else-can-go-haywire-in-our-lives
feeling. It was best, he felt, to
listen to instincts. Especially when
they were telling him to kiss his girlfriend again.

 

“I have to go,” Kitty muttered sadly
as Storm made a point of making noise, opening the door with a bang, clearing
her throat and letting her boot heels click on the floor as she headed towards
the car. “I’ll email you when I get
there.”

 

“I love you, Liebes.”

 

“Me, too, Fuzzy…”

 

“It’s only two days,” Storm pointed
out dryly, the sight of so much teenaged angst almost amusing.

 

“Ja,” Kurt said, smiling faintly,
“but to seventeen year old hormones, may as well be two years!” He watched Kitty and Storm leave amidst much
waving and kiss-throwing from the younger woman and vaguely irritated glances
and one smirk from the older. Piotr’s
bass voice ruined the moment, however, as the car disappeared out the gates.

 

“Good bye, Katerina!” he called, his
voice audible over the din of construction and the car’s engine.

 

“Kitty. Her name is Kitty,” Kurt grumbled, stalking past the large
teenager on his way into the house.

 

“Her name is Aikaterine,” Piotr
pointed out. “Kitty is a small cat.”

 

“Katerina isn’t her name either
then,” Kurt snapped mulishly. “And stay
way from her!”

 

Piotr looked startled for a moment
then laughed. “Stay away from her? Is she your property then?”

 

Conscious of the bandaged fingers at
his side and his throbbing tail, Kurt tempered his response. “No, but she is mine. Remember that!” Without a backwards glance, he stalked off to the Danger Room.

 

 

 

St Joas mas making a concerted
effort to garner Bobby’s attention as the dark-haired teenager tapped away on
the keyboard before him. He tried
everything short of stripping naked and dancing the Electric Slide on the desk
and still Bobby was engrossed in some bit of email. Desperate times, St John thought to himself, call for desperate
measures. Bobby scarcely moved as St
John edged around the desk, coming to rest behind him. He finally shuddered just a little, barely
enough to be noticeable, as his boyfriend began rubbing the back of his neck,
working outwards towards his shoulders.
“You’re very tense,” St John said quietly.

 

“And you need new come-ons,” Bobby
smirked. “That one went out in the
seventies.”

 

“I wasn’t even around then,
thankyouverymuch,” St John said, but smiled as well. “What’s so interesting that you’ve decided to ignore me and all
my worthy charms?”

 

“When’d you get those?” Bobby asked,
tilting his head back to look up at St John.
“They must be new…I never noticed them before…”

 

“Don’t be a twit or I’m telling
Samantha Pease that you’re in love with her.”

 

“You wouldn’t,” Bobby said, only a
little horrified. He was relieved
Samantha had no idea where the Institute was, otherwise her school year crush
would have slopped over into Fatal Attraction territory, he was
sure. St John whistled innocently and
Bobby made a face. “If you must know,
it’s an email from my parents. They’ve finally
taken a leap into the twenty first century and set up an email account.”


“Technophobes?”

 

“Big time. They make the Amish look like computer geeks.”

 

“Eeesh…” St John was mildly disappointed when Bobby returned to reading
the lengthy email, effectively ignoring him again. A wicked thought occurred to him after another few minutes of
relatively futile neck rubbing and he gave in.
As his teeth grazed Bobby’s ear, the other teenager made a strangled
noise and his fingers flexed convulsively on the edge of the desk. Thus encouraged, St John continued to trail
kisses downward, darting his tongue out to lave the pulse throbbing in Bobby’s
neck. A sudden, startled yelp made him
jerk upright, however. “What’s
wrong? Did I hurt you?”

 

“My parents!”

 

“Bobby, they can’t see you tgh egh email…”

 

“No!” He pointed to a spot on the screen and St John held in the
impulse to snap at him for reading while being kissed. Instead, he leaned forward to read the
screen and, after a moment, shrugged.
“So? They’re coming to
visit…great…”

 

“You don’t understand!” he
groaned. “They don’t know!”

 

Several possibilities popped into St
John’s mind. “Don’t know what? Italian?
Physics? Macrame?”


“No! That I’m a mutant! That
I’m…I’m gay!”

 

St John winced at the wail in
Bobby’s voice. “How can they not
know? The mutant part…” [1] He added
the last hastily. He knew very well how
parents could not know about the other…

 

Bobby looked near panic. “Professor Xavier found me on Cerebro
and…well…I kinda lied…my parents think I’m at some prep school back east. The Professor wants me to come clean to them
but…” He huffed out a breath. “Well, he doesn’t know my parents…”

 

St John sighed and forcebby bby to
his feet then hugged him. “Bobby, it
won’t be all that bad. They’re your
parents and love you.”

 

“Not if they find out…”

 

“Well, I love you…”

 

Bobby blinked. “What?”

 

“I love you.” St John’s cheeks were flaming red. It was the first time he had ever said it.

 

“Oh…OH…” Bobby sat heavily. “Thank
you?”

 

“Thank you?”

 

“I…”

 

St John laughed. “Well, thank you is better than screaming
panic. I love you so ner.” Poking Bobby on the shoulder, he continued,
“And if your parents find out you’re a mutant and freak out, so what?”

 

“So what,” Bobby muttered and leaned
forward, pressing his face against St John’s stomach in an embrace. “So what…”

 



[1] Mild sidefling to the movieverse
here… ou wou were.