• 1-Something Unexpected

SOMETHING UNEXPECTED (NC-17)

Disclaimers—If you recognize it, I don’t own it and I am not
doing this for profit just my own perverse amusement. J This story contains graphic depictions of
two males having sex so if that squicks you out, go read something nice and
fluffy with het sex. If you’re not of
an age to read sexually explicit material according to the laws of your area,
then you’ve been fairly warned and should bugger off now, please. I dispense with all culpability if your
parents/parole officer/girlfriend/illicit lover/dog catches you reading this
and freaks out and punishes you in a not-fun way.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies…I think
I’ve been away from slash too long…this is fun! * g *

Scott
reached as far as he could but he still could not touch his toes and
alleviate the aggravating itch that was quickly spreading down his foot to his
ankle. “Shit,” he hissed. “Where’s Jean?” Idiot, she’s at the movies with Duncan. He glared balefully at the cast covering
his leg from the middle of his thigh to just below his toes. It’s his fault I’m in this cast and she
goes gallivanting off on a date with him.
Where’s the team loyalty?
Where’s the friendship? What
does she see in that jerk-off anyway?
Scott tried to wiggle his toes and only succeeded in making the itch
worse when the rough edge of the cast crumbled a bit and sprinkled down the
bottom of his foot. “Damn it!” he
shouted to the empty house. Summer
break was no time to be dependant on people, especially at the Institute where
everyone either went home to their families or scattered to their own pursuits
between June and August.

“What’s
wrong, man?” Kurt strolled out of the
kitchen, a large bowl of dry cereal in one hand and a bottle of in in the
other.

“I itch,”
Scott sulked.

“Where’s
Jean? Isn’t she your designated foot
scratcher?” Kurt put his snack down on
the coffee table next to the couch Scott was reclining on and stood, regarding his
friend uncertainly.

“She’s out
on a date with Boy Blunder…” At Kurt’s
raised eyebrows, Scott growled, “Duncan.”

“Ah…” With a sympathetic smile, Kurt leaned over
to peer at his friend’s cast. “I’d
offer, but my fingers could never fit between your leg and the cast…” For emphasis, he wiggled his
thicker-than-normal tridactyl digits. “Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, changing the subject ineffectively
as he flopped down sideways in the recliner to one side of the couch.

“No. I want to scratch my leg!” Scott
complained. “This is agony!”

“Getting
your tail slammed in a door is agony.
You’re just uncomfortable,” Kurt said prosaically, popping a fistful of
dry cereal into his mouth as he trans-channeled. “Oh…When did we get HBO?”

“When Bobby
and St John found out Queer as Folk[1]
was coming back for another season.”
Scott closed his eyes tightly and pulled his glasses off, twisting and
reaching to use the stem and barely scratch the edge of his itch, taunting his
senses with minimal relief.

“If you
break your glasses, you’re screwed, Scott,” Kurt pointed out with some
alarm. “You know how hard it is to come
by the lenses…”

“If I break
it, it’ll just be the earpiece and I can get Jean to take ‘em to Wal-Mart to
get fixed…” However, he stopped his
probing and put his glasses back on, giving his foot and evil glare.

Kurt looked
over at his friend from the Naked News show he had stumbled on, wondering how
the weather girl managed to keep such a serious expression while topless and
talking about flooding in the South.[2] “Jean sure does a lot of stuff for you…you
two have a thing going on we don’t know about?”

“No.” Scott
frowned. “She’s too busy drooling over
Duncan to notice….”

“Notice
what?” Kurt grinned, leaning towards Scott in sudden interest.

“Nothing.”

“Scott like
Jean, Scott likes Jean!” Kurt sing-son

“Shut up
before I break your tail!” Scott snapped.

“Gotta
catch me first, peg leg!” he laughed, leaping to his feet to perch on the arm
of the couch. “Can’t break anything if
you can’t get me!”

“Where’s my
visor when I need it?” Scott muttered under his breath, swinging his good leg
in an attempt to knock Kurt over. The
blue mutant laughed and ported, appearing a few feet away, balanced on the
coffee table.

“If you ask
me nicely, I may help you scratch your itch!” he said as he disappeared,
reappearing clinging to the waear ear the ceiling, reminding Scott of a large
rat for a brief moment.

“I’ll wait
for Jean!” You’ll probably make it
worse on purpose just to be silly or something>

“Aw, come
on, Scott! I may be acting goofy but I
don’t like to see my friends miserable.
Ask me nice.”

“Fine. Kurt, could you please help me scratch my
foot?”

“See? That didn’t hurt, did it?” he asked, disappearing
from his spot near the ceiling. Scott heard him rummaging through a drawer in
the kitchen a moment later and soon Kurt had returned with a chopstick from the
take-out supplies. “Hold still.” He shoved Scott’s good leg onto the floor
and balanced himself half on, half-off the couch, his tongue protruding between
his teeth in a show of his careful effort.
“Don’t want to break the skin,” he explained to Scott’s skeptical look.

Scott did
not answer as the only sound he could make would be embarrassingly feral at the
relief that was flowing through his body at the sudden application of Kurt’s
efforts to his itchy foot. “You have no
idea,” he groaned after a moment, “how good this feels!”

Kurt
snorted. “I can guess.” He was blushing under his fur, Scott’s
unwitting groans of relief sounding disturbingly like the same sounds he had
heard his friend make late at night when he thought no one else was awake.

“Aren’t you
supposed to be out with Amanda?” Scott asked suddenly, opening one eye to look
at Kurt.

Kurt
stopped mid-scratch, looking up with an expression of intense sadness. “We broke up today. This morning actually.”

“Oh.
Sorry. I feel like an ass…”

Kurt
shrugged. “You didn’t know. No one knows really. We just couldn’t work it out, you know?” he
said, resuming his scratching and settling against the arm of the couch, not
noticing that he was tapping Scott’s leg with his tail in absent thought.

“Kitty?”
Scott asked, knowing that Kurt had never gotten over his feelings for Kitty as
he so often claimed after the girl started dating Lance.

“Kitty,”
Kurt sighed, nodding. an>“an>“I just wish
there was some way to show her that I’m serious when I say I care for her as
more than a passing fancy.”

Scott
sighed, relaxing deeper into the couch cushions. He shifted slightly as Kurt dug his toes into the cushion he was
sitting on, nearly saying something but noticing that his friends’ distracted
expression made him oblivious to the proximity of his digits to a rather
sensitive area of Scott’s anatomy. Just
ignore it…he’ll move in a minute…
“If you promise not to freak out on me or something, I can tell you a
secret.”

Kurt
narrowed his gaze in consideration.
“Who told it to you? I mean, is
it a secret that you found out on accident or something someone told you in
confidence?”

“A little
of both…I found it out on my own but the person concerned confirmed it…” Scott
grinned. “Say yes. You’ll really
want to know this…”

Kurt
sighed, abandoning his scratching of Scott’s foot, which, admittedly, did not
itch any longer, and scooted forward slightly, pausing as he accidentally
brushed against his friend’s inner thighs as he drew his legs and tail up under
his chin, an attitude of intent listening.
“Okay, tell me.”

“Kitty
likes you. A lot. A huge, heaping, dirty great lot. In fact,” Scott said conspiratorially as he
leaned closer, “she’s breaking up with Lance soon, probably sooner once she
knows you’re not with Amanda any more…”

“You lie!”
Kurt said, not wanting to believe this bit of good news.

“Cross my
heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye,” Scott said, laughing as he
repeated the childhood rhyme. Seizing
Kurt by the shoulders, he shook him slightly in good humor and said, “I promise
that Kitty is deeply in like with you and if you tell her how you feel again,
she won’t freak out.”

“How are
you so sure?” Kurt demanded. “What if
she just thinks she likes me and then when I tell her, she decides I’m too
weird after all and wants someone not…blue and fuzzy.”

Scott
sighed in exasperation, noticing with a small bit of amusement the sudden shift
in moods between them. Now he was
feeling lighthearted and Kurt seemed to be getting more and more
irritated. “Look, why don’t we do a run
through of what you’re going to say to her?
Not like I’m going to run off, huh?”

Kurt
scowled. “Klappe, this is
serious!” He bit on his thumb in
agitation, mind whirling. “Okay. Fine.
I’ll tell you what I’m going to say but you can’t make fun of me, okay?”

“I promise I won’t tease you
or make fun of you so long as you don’t tell people you had to itch my foot for
me.”

“Why would
that be a bad thing?”

“It was all
I could come up with,” Scott shrugged.
“So go on already! Tell
me!”

Kurt sighed
jaggedly and leaned against Scott’s upraised knee. They did not want to admit to themselves the relative comfort of
the position, Kurt sitting between Scott’s knees, his tail flipping idly as he
thought of how he wanted to phrase his declaration to Kitty. Scott noticed the position vaguely but found
himself staring at his friend in impatient anticipation. “Okay,” Kurt finally said, his voice
breaking the fragile silence. “How’s
this?” Clearing his throat, he said, “We’ve
been friends for a few years now and I know that you haven’t though of me in a
romantic light before but I hope you could find your way clear to seeing me
now. My feelings for you have never
faded but only grown stronger over the time I’ve known you and I’d like to
prove that to you any way I can…”
Closing his eyes to concentrate, Kurt licked his lips and swayed
slightly, picturing Kitty in front of him to ease his words. “You’re extremely special to me and I don’t
want to hurt you or ruin our friendship, but I can’t hold back what I feel any
longer. I want you in every way possible…” His eyes flew open. “Is that too much?”

Scott was
transfixed, staring at Kurt’s mouth as he spoke. He did not even notice when his friend stopped talking, merely
swayed forward to meet Kurt’s movements and suddenly, unexpectedly, pressed his
lips over his friend’s. There was a
horrible moment of stillness and then, Kurt responded, pulling away just
slightly with a questioning look on his face.
Scott, shaken, said, “I don’t know what came over me! I’m so sorry! Oh, my God, this is terrible…”
Hampered by his broken leg, Scott could not flee but had to settle for
covering his face with one hand and blanching.

Kurt made a
soft, strangled noise. “Um, I liked it.”

“What?” Scott cried, looking horrified. “I don’t know what the hell I just did that
for and it was wrong and….and…”

“And you
liked it, too,” Kurt said quietly, leaning forward again. “We’re friends, ja? And sometimes friends…do
things together.”

“Kurt, what
the fuck are you talking about?”

Kurt
shifted uneasily, not sure he was taking the right tact. “I mean, not me usually…ever…I’ve never done
more than kiss anyone and never a friend but I know that sometimes, some
friends are okay with certain forms of…stress relief.”

“Stress
relief?” Scott asked incredulously. “Stress
relief?”

“Ja…stress
relief. You’re stressed about Jean, I’m
stressed about Kitty, we’re friends, so…why not?”

“Uh, maybe
because we’re guys?”

“So?” Kurt asked, warming to the notion that had
flitted unbidden into his thoughts. “That
just means we’ll know better what to do with…things…than the girls would.”

“I’m not
believing this!”

“Give me
five minutes,” Kurt said suddenly, managing to keep the eagerness down to a
bare minimum. “If you don’t like it, we’ll
stop and I’ll never, ever, ever, mention this to anyone ever again, not even
you.”

Scott
clenched his jaw, Kurt’s fingers dancing up the inside of his leg making him
shiver slightly in unwanted sensation. “Kurt,
this is wrong. I mean, what brought this
on, huh? We’re sitting here doing
nothing but talking and all of a sudden…” He flailed an arm in frustration

Kurt
swallowed hard and grabbed Scott’s wrist, making his friend freeze in place. “Scott, it’s nothing wrong. If I were Jean or Jubilee or one of the
other girls, would you be putting up a fuss?”

“Nnnnoooo…..”

“Then stop
it now…” Kurt leaned forward again and
kissed him, holding Scott’s face gently to keep him from pulling away as he
traced small circles along his jaw with his thumbs. Scott groaned slightly and relaxed infinitesimally, letting Kurt
adjust so that he was straddling his waist, careful of the broken leg, their
mutual arousal quickly becoming obvious and demanding. Tentatively, Scott’s hands came to rest on
Kurt’s back, pressing the slight teenager against his torso and bringing sweet,
begging pressure to bear on the blue mutant’s tight length. Breaking for air, Kurt gasped softly, “See? Not so bad…”

“No talking…please…”
Scott begged. He did not want to admit
how much he liked Kurt’s kiss, he wanted to pretend he was thinking of Jean the
whole time but in his heart of hearts, he knew better. He pulled Kurt to him for another kiss and
was surprised to feel his friend’s hand slide between them, wriggling under the
waistband of his shorts to find and clutch at his arousal. Scott grunted into Kurt’s mouth as the
younger teenager’s tongue laved and stroked, seeking response to his
ministrations. Kurt was not
disappointed. Scott’s hands moved from
the small of his back to cup his rear, squeezing and kneading as Kurt’s tail
maneuvered to join his hand in teasing Scott’s arousal. For several moments, the only sounds in the
room were muffled groans and sighs as they sought and found the spots on each
other’s bodies that quickened desire and pleasure. Finally, Scott broke the kiss and said, “I need…I mean…I want…”

Kurt nodded
frantically. “Me too!” Hastily and with little care, Kurt pulled
Scott’s shorts down to reveal his quivering member to the too-warm air of the
room. Already, he was seeping fluid of
arousal. Kurt took a moment to divest
himself of his own pants, not caring where they landed when he threw them, and
just stared at Scott for a long moment.
“I’ve wondered sometimes what this would be like…not just with a guy,
but with anyone…”

“Well,”
Scott sighed shakily, “guess you’re going to find out…” He pulled Kurt to him
again, the friction of their mostly unclad bodies rubbing together doing
nothing to alleviate the painful pressure building in their groins. Kurt whimpered as Scott’s teeth scraped his
ear-tip, making his length jerk as it became impossibly hard. Whispering in Kurt’s ear, Scott asked, “Do
you want to do this together?”

“What do
you mean?” Kurt asked, ready to agree
to anything at this point. Scott lifted
him up slightly and, with a series of careful pushes and shifts and some
cooperation on Kurt’s behalf, turned his friend so that he still straddled his
waist but was now facing away from him.
“Oh,” Kurt said. “Okay…” He knew about this position in theory,
mostly from ribald jokes and intimation, but suddenly decided to be it’s most
enthusiastic advocate as Scott clutched his hips and pulled him back. Kurt adjusted accordingly, finding himself
staring at Scott’s arousal in close proximity.
Here goes nothing… With
tentative licks, he tasted his friend’s skin, finding it not unpleasant but
strange and new. Scott groaned and
lifted Kurt’s hips, making the other youth cry out sharply with surprised
pleasure as his mouth closed over the very tip of his length, a warm, rough
tongue darting out to lick at the beads of moisture there. Kurt closed his eyes and copied the gesture,
taking Scott’s length slowly into his own mouth, licking and sucking as he went,
taking him in almost half way before finding he could take no more. Scott’s enthusiasm was growing, his soft
groans as he licked and nibbled Kurt’s length making the blue mutant quiver with
sensation. Kurt’s tail wrapped gently
around Scott’s neck and the spaded tip stroked along his jaw, encouraging the
attention as Kurt cupped and teased Scott’s testicles, making the older
teenagers arch suddenly and break his hold on Kurt’s member, groaning
loudly. Kurt grinned, an idea he had
seen once on a late night movie creeping to his forebrain. Taking him into his mouth as deeply as he
could, feeling Scott’s length pulse with blood and want as he sucked hard
against him, Kurt slide his hand between Scott’s thighs and pressed his thumb
against the opening there, making Scott tense with sudden denial. Before his friend could protest overmuch,
Kurt felt his finger slide in, internal muscles clenching in surprise as Scott
made a noise of shock, then seemed to find the pleasure Kurt was offering. Not quite sure what he was meant to do, Kurt
pumped his finger hesitantly, suddenly remembering that it was supposed to be
better if he had used oil or even saliva, but Scott did not seem to mind. He moved again, still laving Scott’s arousal
as he felt a small rough ridge inside Scott that made his friend cry out and
shudder. Kurt curved his finger and
stroked the spot again, surprise coursing through him as Scott’s mouth engulfed
him, his friend’s cry of pleasure shuddering along his own length as Scott’s
release filled his mouth, some seeping out before Kurt could swallow. It seemed to go on forever but Kurt knew in
reality it was only a few moments as Scott thrust against his mouth, his seed
spurting hot and thick into Kurt’s throat.
Swallowing finally, Kurt slid his finger out of his friend’s passage
and, with a final kiss to the head of his length, let Scott soften out of his
mouth. Resting his head against Scott’s
hip, Kurt had nearly resigned himself to not reaching completion before he felt
a tentative pressure at his own opening then a sudden nearly painful thrust as
Scott mimicked Kurt’s activity of a few moments before.

Scott had
thought he would die from shame before they were done, but the longer they had
gone at it, the more he liked it. When
Kurt had entered him with his finger, he was sure then that he would fly apart
in pleasure but his final undoing had been the hard, suckling nibbles as Kurt
pumped in and out of him, making him loose all coherent thought as he felt his
friend swallow his spill. Now, with
Kurt enticingly erect before him, Scott felt compelled to give Kurt the same
feelings he had just experienced. Kurt
writhed against his hand and whimpered, his length nearly sliding from Scott’s
mouth from all the movement. Nearly gagging
when Kurt pressed down suddenly, Scott knew he had found the same spot inside
Kurt that his friend had used to make him come. Kurt gasped roughly, saying something Scott could not understand
and frankly did not care about the meaning of, then shook hard as he released
his climax inside Scott’s mouth. Scott
felt at once repulsed and aroused all over again as Kurt’s seed trickled down
his throat and spilled from the corners of his mouth before he could actively
swallow it all. Soon, they were a
tangle of fur, flesh and cast as they rearranged themselves on the couch, not
quite willing to break the spell of the untoward activity. “So,” Scott finally said, “friends do that sometimes,
huh?”

“It was
unexpected,” Kurt allowed somewhat breathlessly, but nice, ja?”

“Mmmhmmm…”

“I was
thinking…I can wait a while before I tell Kitty. I mean, you know, just so she has time to talk to Lance and break
things off with him first.”

“Or…” Scott
said, smirking slightly, “you could tell her what your love for her drove you
to and she could join in as penance.”

Kurt looked
dully horrified before a slow smile overtook his features. “You think she’d mind?”

Scott
shrugged. “I don’t know…I did at first,
but you did a good job of convincing me, huh?”

Kurt
grinned, hearing familiar footsteps coming through the back door. “Sounds like she’s back from her date…”

As one, two
voices caroled, “Hey, Kitty, come here a sec…”