I left him on the rooftop. Brooding, lot of water under the bridge, lots of memories. Raising yourself from the dead is pretty impressive, even by X-Men standards, but Kurt, being Kurt, had to worry about his immortal soul and his place in the world. Me? I was happy as a clam just to have him back with us.
I hauled my aching old bones up to my current place in the world, which was Ororo's bed and we had a celebratory fuck. Not earth shattering superhero fucking, just gentle, familiar, thank-the-heavens-our-best-friend-is-back-with-us fucking. I was mostly asleep when the skylight opened with a familiar creak and a draft of cold night air followed.
He stood in the moonlight, a sculpture in silver and blue shadows, looking momentarily uncertain, as though he was doubting his welcome, then he clearly gathered his resolve and started to undress. Lying next to me, Ororo was positively smoldering. She opened her arms and he fell into them with what sounded very much like a sob.
And I watched him make love to her. I'd never seen him with a woman, and Ororo is quite a lot of woman, believe me. It was an education, this wasn't sex, this was an art form, treated with the same seriousness he gave to sword fighting or the trapeze.
He kissed his way down her lush body and had his head between her thighs so fast it must have made her head spin, she arched against the bed, her groping hand grasping my arm tightly, desperate for something to hold on to. Then he added one of his long, strong fingers to the mix, dipping it inside her and she was gone, never seen her come so hard or so fast. There was a blinding flash of lightning and crack of thunder overhead.
He kissed his way back up her body and slid his cock into her, she raised her knees and locked her ankles behind his back to pull him close. The long, powerful muscles in his thighs rippled under the blue velvet and he rolled his hips against her, I expected him to go off like a rocket, he seemed so close but he was struggling, head bowed, his broad shoulders starting to shake. I knew how to finish him, we'd had years of practice by then, I knew that lovely body as well as anyone on earth. I reached over and gently grasped the base of his tail and he came hard, I didn't need to do anything else his body just knew the sensation of me touching him there. Felt quite proud of myself.
He rolled off her and into my arms and the weight of him was so good, so right, Ororo reached over and stroked his hair and he buried his head into my shoulder. Our bright, clever lad, oh, how we had missed you.
Ororo slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom. She was back a minute or two later and pressed a half used tube of lube into my hand. Oh, god, his new body was four hours old, perfect, not a scar or blemish anywhere on it, except for a small crescent shaped cut he'd made on his palm, to seal the deal with blood. And I was hard as nails, I wanted him so badly.
He stirred in my arms, that awkward young kid I'd had in Canada was years gone, he moved like a panther, confidant in his skin, in his expertise, in what he wanted. And he wanted me. Eyes glowing like moons in the gloom, he kept them fixed on my face as he took the tube from me and opened it, squeezed lube onto his fingers, then reaching behind himself, supple, steady, he was lubing himself. For me. He squeezed the rest of the tube on my aching dick then brought his long leg over and sank down on me.
It had to be painful; he was fresh, new, untouched. His head went back and he hissed. I put my hand on his thighs to try to stop him.
"Darlin' don't, you'll hurt yourself." I managed, through gritted teeth, he felt so fucking good.
And he growled at me, eyes glowing with something like fury, for a moment I was really scared he would damage himself, but then Ororo reached out and captured his chin in her hand, tearing his eyes away from mine and into her face.
"Gentle." She breathed. "Gentle, Kurt."
He shuddered, breath rapid through clenched teeth, then, as if under her spell, he relaxed and his body opened to me as it always did, muscles remembering previous nights in warm beds or out under the stars. He rode me, my hands on his thighs, his cock bouncing on my belly until Ororo took him in hand and finished him. I came so hard I saw stars at the sight and smell of him on my stomach, on her hand.
An unearthly incubus, I couldn't have resisted him if my life depended on it.
In the morning, the magic was gone and he drilled me through the mattress, using only fucking butter for lube. Totally ruined the sheets, I had to buy 'Ro new ones. But worth it.
Just 'friends with benefits'? But I'd hurt so badly when he wasn't there, sometimes I wondered how long we, or more accurately, I, could keep pretending?