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Author Notes: This chapter was mostly written by Spiras Stargate so thank her if you like it enjoy

Hormones Rising

"You did good in there," Logan said to Noah as he passed him.

"Could have done with more excitement though," He smirked, "I gotta get out of this ridiculous spandex."

"Wait 'til you join the real team." The corner of Logan's mouth twisted up in amusement, as he followed Noah into the locker rooms.

"Is there? A team of you guys?" Noah asked as he pulled the cap off his head and turned to change his clothes.

Logan leaned against the lockers and looked away from the other mutant, "Well…"

"It's alright," Noah stopped him, "you don't have to tell me. I don't want you to get in trouble or something."

Logan scoffed. "As if I answer to any of these lugs." He paused for a moment, "The professor has been really good to me so I'll let him keep his secrets but I'm not going to lie to you. You have potential and he might offer you something more than just the ability to control your powers."

Noah looked behind him and saw that Logan wasn't looking before he took off the spandex suit and quickly slipped back into his pants. "Well that's good at least." He said as he stood up and turned to face Logan.

"Jean is gonna want that suit back." He pointed to the suit lying on the floor behind Noah.

"I'll take it to her now." He responded as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Care to show me the way? I don't want to accidentally discover a jet down here or something."

The two laughed as Logan led him down the hall and up a slight step to a door that swooshed open when they got close. Jean and the professor were pouring over the monitors and readouts in the very technical room. Jean turned to explain something to the professor and saw Noah standing in the door way with the suit and cap in hand.

"Come in." She motioned for him to enter the room and he did. "We were just looking at the readouts and thermal imaging from your display earlier."

"Can I see?" Noah's interest was peaked.

"Sure." She took the suit and cap from him and set them on a table in the corner of the room before leading Noah to a monitor that had a thermal image of him standing. She reached down and pressed a button and watched as the images played. The first thing it showed was the time stopping energy. There was a visible cloud like bubble being formed where he remembered placing them. Then the second ability, there was a flux in the space around where he was concentrating it.

"What are the readouts on this one?" Noah asked Dr Grey.

"A bit difficult to decipher still," She reached down and pressed a few buttons. The image on the screen began to loop and now there was an overlay with pinpoints and number read outs. "These are too high and those are too low and this is just jumping up and down in the middle. What do you think?"

"Oh I have no idea what any of that means," he smiled at her, "but it's actually helpful to look at this and to see what I've been doing. I feel like I understand my abilities better just looking at the images."

"That reminds me, do you have that placement test?"

Noah reached into his bag and handed her the unfinished text. "I'm not done."

"It's fine." She said as she walked off with it, leaving him in front of the screen.

He pressed the button he watched her press earlier and undid the loop. The tape started over from the beginning. He watched as Logan let out his claws. He dodged the first blow. Then he tried something and it didn't work. Noah leaned in and looked at his hands.

"Excuse me, how did you make it loop?" He asked.

Jean and the professor came over. "Did you find something Noah?" The professor asked.

"I'm not sure just yet. Would you please make the part where I have my hands stretched out at Logan and nothing happens loop? Focus in on my hands too, if you can."

Jean nodded and started the video in a loop. The image was blank before his hands came up out of no where and at first nothing happened. Then near the end there was brief blip on his hands right before he switched tactics.

"Did you see that?" He asked the others in disbelief.

"What were you trying to do?" The professor asked.

"I was trying to see if I could push Logan away." Noah said as he leaned forward, one hand on his forehead. "I've barely scratched the surface with my abilities, haven't I?" He asked the room.

Jean was about to speak when the professor turned his head slightly toward her, communicating through telepathy. She smiled, and placed her hand on his shoulder fondly before turning and leaving the room.

"Noah," the professor began, "you have incredible potential, as does anyone in my school. I believe I can help you to improve your ability to seemingly stop time and Jean will be more than happy to help you with your telekinetic abilities. However, for now, I think it would be best for you to head upstairs and take some time to process everything."

"Yeah," he smiled ruefully, "You'll get no argument from me on that."

"Now, if I'm not mistaken, Storm hasn't yet made dinner for your wing, so you should be in time to eat with your friends."

Noah smiled and nodded before wishing the Professor good night and heading upstairs.

John entered the room frustrated and ready to rip someone's head off. He let out an angry growl as he realized there was no one in the room. He took a deep breath and decided to cool off with a shower.

First he took of his clothes. He angrily threw his pants on the floor and his shirt on the bed. He took his underwear and used the elastic like a rubber band and shot them across the room. He slowly walked over to the bathroom and closed the door.

He sat on the toilet as the water warmed up a bit before he got into the shower. He heard the door to the bedroom open and close, letting him know Noah was outside. All his anger and frustration melted away as he thought about Noah. He couldn't help but reach down and take himself in hand. He leaned back against the wall as he let one hand wonder across his chest while the other gently slid up and down on his now erect member as he pictured Noah bending over. Those tight jeans he always wore and the shirts he wore that exposed his chest in such a provocative way.

Suddenly he heard the door to the bedroom open and close again, snapping him out of his hormone frenzy. He finished cleaning himself up and came back out into the room with a towel around his waist and feeling much better. There was a note folded to stand on the desk. John picked it up with curiosity.

Dinner in the kitchen

Please dress nice

-Noah-

He smiled as he set the paper down and went to pick out some clothes. He opened the dresser drawer even though most of his clothes were on the floor. He pulled out a pair of well filling black boot cut jeans, a crimson turtle neck sweater with an oversized collar, and a pair of nice black dress shoes. He slipped on all the clothes and pushed his hair back before leaving the room.

As he walked downstairs he could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. The first thing he saw when he walked in was four of his friends dressed to impress sitting at the table. Pete was wearing some nice jeans and a patterned polo. Kitty was wearing a skirt with a nice blouse and shoes. Rogue's skin tight blue jeans were tucked into her three inch heeled boots; she had on a white V neck T with a fitted black blazer and matching white gloves with her hair in curls. Bobby was wearing nice jeans and a brown button down that he tucked in. John smiled as he saw his friend's faces light up when they saw him in his nice clothes.

He turned toward the kitchen and laid eyes on Noah. He was standing in front of the counter. He was wearing his usual pair of tight fitting jeans with a dark blue button down and a black vest. The shirt was unbuttoned down to where the vest was and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Noah must have felt John staring because he turned and looked at him. A blush covered his cheeks as he motioned for John to sit with the others.

When John turned back to the table, he caught the end of Bobby giving Noah a dirty look. John smiled a bit more and sat down next to Kitty.

"So what's going on?" He asked the table

"I don't know," Kitty smirked, "we were all told to come and dress nice for dinner."

"It smells like spaghetti and garlic bread right?" Rogue chimed in.

"I don't know but it smells amazing, here have a salad." Pete said as he passed the salad bowl.

"Thank you." He accepted the salad bowl and used the tongs to get some into the bowl already in front of him.

Noah walked over with a basket of garlic rolls right as John took the first bite of his salad. "Made that vinaigrette myself," he said with a grin. "Taste alright?"

"Superb!" Kitty praised. "You need to be a chef when you're done with school Noah."

John nodded, looking up at him, and swallowing, "Best salad I've ever had."

"Well there's more to come. Try a roll when you're done with that, or with it if you want. I made plenty."

"What's the special occasion?" Rogue asked.

"Just felt like doing something different tonight and since we can't go out, I thought this would be the next best thing to having a classy dinner," Noah smiled at her over his shoulder, his eyes meeting John's briefly.

The look didn't go unnoticed by Bobby. His mouth was set in a grim line, stubbornly staying silent.

"Well thank you!" Rogue grinned bumping Bobby's shoulder, "It's nice to see each other in nicer clothes for once."

Kitty shared in her joy, "Right! And you guys clean up nice!"

All four young men blushed slightly and grinned.

Noah came back to the table again, this time baring noodles and meat sauce, setting them both out so everyone could easily reach, "Alright everyone! Enjoy!" He took the empty spot next to John and settled himself in.

The dinner went wonderfully and John had used the opportunity to press his leg into Noah's much to the amusement of the Texan, who did nothing to shift positions. In fact he spent most of the meal using whatever excuse he could to be in John's personal space even more. By the end of the meal they might as well have been using the same chair as close as they were. John's arousal from earlier was a steady burn and he had himself under control but he didn't know how much longer his teenage body could take this kind of assault. He was being reckless. Too close, too obvious, but he couldn't care more especially with the looks Bobby kept giving them.

"Well Guys," Kitty said getting to her feet and taking her dishes to the washer, "I'd love to stay and chat but Mr. Summers wanted us to read the first 3 chapters of our book by next class and who knows what I'm going to get tomorrow so, I'm going to turn in for the night. Thanks again for dinner Noah!"

"I have that class too," Rogue smiled down at Bobby as she got up from her seat. "Are you coming with me or are you going to-"

"I have some History to go over," Bobby muttered, getting to his feet. He reached out and took her gloved hand in his own, "I'll walk you back to your room." Without looking at John or Noah he waved back over his shoulder as he pulled Rogue away with him.

Pete got to his feet as well, "I have an early danger room session with Logan tomorrow but I can-"

"I'll stay and help him clean up," John cut in. "We're roommates after all and I don't have anything I need to do for tomorrow."

"If you're sure-" Pete glanced between the two of them before realizing how close they were sitting together. "Right. Night guys! Thanks for dinner again!"

"No problem!" Noah waved at him before turning to look at John. "Have a good time?"

John's mind was screaming at him to kiss the other boy but he couldn't. Not yet, "Yeah. Great time actually. I love spaghetti."

"Good to know," Noah muttered, his eyes on John's lips.

The fire mutant pulled away some, "You are killing me," he chuckled.

"I'm sorry," he said with a teasing tone. "What'd you do after I left?"

John shrugged, "Had that talk with Bobby."

"Oh," Noah's demeanor changed. "How'd that go?"

"He left with her didn't he?" He said with a sad smirk.

"You ok?" Noah asked, pulling away from him now, really looking at him.

"Sure. I mean, it hurts you know? But he made his choices and I told him that I…I wasn't going to wait for him if someone else was interested, because other people were and whatever he had with her might take a while."

Noah blinked in surprise, "Really?"

"You know what he said? Like who?" John's anger flared again, "It's like he thinks I'm undesirable to everyone but him."

"You're not," Noah interrupted, his hand shyly seeking out John's. He laced their fingers together. "He's a jerk. Don't listen to him."

"I'm not," he relaxed again. "I can't believe I stayed with him so long."

"I would be better." It's out of Noah's mouth before he can stop himself and by the look on John's face he's surprised but not unpleasantly. "I mean-"

"We have to go slow," John stops him before he can back out, before he loses his nerve. "I'm not ready for all that again. I don't want it to be like it was with him."

"I can do that," Noah smiled wide. "Now before I do something that could embarrass us both, lets get everything washed and put away and then head back up to our room?"

"Sure," John smiled but blushed, "I'll hand you things"

Noah frowned a second before smirking and laughing, "Right. Um, just get up when you can."

"It'll be a minute," John blushed as he handed Noah the dishes.

The Texan smiled widely, "Anything I can do to help?" He turned toward the dishwasher with the pots and pans that he'd already rinsed out. He leaned over to put them in.

John let his eyes slide over Noah's perfect bottom, "Not that," he muttered burying his face into his arms.

"Oh!" Noah straightened up quickly, blushing hotly, but smiling, "How about you head on up then?"

Raising his head from his arms John rolled his eyes, "Yes. Walking out of here is exactly what I want to do right now."

"I can help with that," Noah walked over to a bag leaning against the wall. "Dr. Grey brought this down to me while I was cooking. It's just some stuff for my new math placement." He set the bag down on the table in front of John and then started unbuttoning his vest and his dark blue shirt, laying them both on top of the bag and leaving him shirtless under the apron he threw on. "I always end up splashing myself when I'm in something nice so you can take these up with you." He smiled and headed over to the sink, his back to John.

"You know," the fire mutant said, getting to his feet, "that doesn't help much either." He let his eyes run over the Texan's back.

Noah looked back over his shoulder and threw a damp sponge at him and smiled. "Get out of here!"

"I'm going. I'm going!" John grabbed the bag and the clothes, using them to cover himself and smiling as he headed back up to their room.

Author Notes (Cont): Hope you liked this one, next one should be up soon and expect some good times at Mutant High ;]