He lay awake staring at the ceiling, looking at the dank mould covered wallpaper, not exactly the best place for a rendezvous. He glanced over at his sleeping companion watching their chest rise and fall with their slumbered breath. He smiled to himself but also what he felt filled him with disgust, did he and Wagner just? Yes he felt sick to the stomach and went to get up to go outside for some air. The motel's rooms had no decent ventilation. As he neared the door his companion stirred.
"Pietro?" his companion asked groggily, "where are you going?"
"I'm going outside for some fresh air."
"How did we manage to get away with sneakin around?"
"I don't know but we are so damn lucky."
"Come back to bed?"
"Not for a minute Kurt. I need some air."
"Okay. In a minute then."
"Yeah…"
As he opened the door of the room a blast of hot air hit him, making him think of the one woman who cared for him…Tabitha. Then guilt enveloped him as he sat down on the balcony looking over the Nevada desert. It was a good thing that Kurt could teleport long distance now. He didn't care that his lover was a guy, but it was great. He smiled, his white hair glistening in the moonlight. Nothing could ruin this night.
He turned and went back inside and Kurt was sitting in the bathroom trying to get his holoinducer to work.
"Bastard thing. We broke it, the prof's gonna freak!"
"Chill out Kurt. I can fix it." He took it tenderly from Kurt's hands and started to fix it
"See all fixed" after about five minutes.
"Thank you," Kurt replied, kissing Pietro softly on the lips, "can we get back to business?"
"Yeah, I guess so." And they started kissing again.
As dawn broke over the Nevada desert Pietro got up again and collected his clothes, 'man my arse don't half hurt.' He thought to himself, he stole another glance at Kurt, 'but it was worth It.' with a grin, he had never felt that feeling of ecstasy with Tabitha only with Kurt.