Cabin Two - Instant Uke: Just Add Water!

The door to the cabin banged open, letting in a swirl of snow and two tall, grumbling figures. There was a brief struggle at the doorway as both boys tried to enter the cabin first, but finally they both wound up inside and shut the door behind them.

"This is all YOUR fault, Summers," Lance Alvers growled. "If you'd just accepted that I'm the better skier…"

"I'm not the one who decided to cheat by avalanching half the mountain in the hopes of knocking me off balance," Scott Summers replied. He walked over to the blanket in the corner and lifted it up, frowning. It looked a little stained.

Lance meanwhile was staring at the buck's head. "Hey Summers, what do you call it when you think you've been somewhere before?" he asked suddenly.

"Déjà Vu."

"Yeah. That." Lance shuddered and looked over at the boy he considered his rival. "So now what do we do? It's freezing in here."

Scott had absently wrapped the blanket around himself. Immediately after doing so he felt a little… odd. He regarded the other boy for a second, feeling a bizarre and terrible sensation come over him.

Lance was meanwhile studying the buck's head again. "Wonder if this thing would burn…?" he mused aloud.

"Alvers," Scott called. He held out one end of the blanket. "If we share this then there's a lower chance of us suffering from hypothermia."

Lance looked doubtful, but he decided he'd rather not have his extremities blue and dead so he plunked his ass down next to Scott and huddled into the blanket.

A few moments passed. Lance started to become uncomfortably aware of how warm Scott was, and how kissable his jawline looked…

Scott shifted, sighing like a 13-year-old girl mooning over a Backstreet Boy poster. He snuggled closer to Lance, who stared down at him dumbly. Cyclops wasn't really acting like himself… maybe he was creeped out by the buck's head too.

Scott's hand accidentally brushed Lance's upper thigh and Lance, being a hormonally driven dumbass, decided that was enough of a signal for him. He promptly jumped on the other boy and started kissing him enthusiastically and with a marked lack of finesse.

Scott thudded to the floor and banged his head. Lance expected the leader of the X-Men to punch him in the face for such rough treatment, or at least push him back a bit, so he was completely taken aback by the reaction he got instead:

Scott Summers started to cry.

"What the fuck?" Lance exclaimed, sitting up.

Scott sniveled. "I.. I'm sorry," he whined. He pushed himself shyly against the other boy, who was looking at Scott like he'd grown a second head. Scott trailed his finger in circles on the floor, blushing. "Kiss me again?" he asked.

Despite the fact that Scott's body seemed to have been possessed by the spirit of a virginal 15-year-old girl, Lance decided to go for it. It was after all, still Scott's body, which was pretty fucking hot in Lance's humble opinion. More saliva-swapping ensued, and soon Lance was groping Scott in a frenzy of lust.

"Ahh," Scott moaned. "Dame! Ya-yame…"

Lance stopped. "What the FUCK language are you speaking?!" he asked.

Scott looked at him bashfully. "Lance," he whispered. "I'm so happy. I… I love you!"

Lance stared at Scott. Scott smiled, still blushing. Lance stared a little more.

He then ran screaming from the cabin and into the blizzard.

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