5

Four Days Later

It had been four days since Kurt had given Mark his pants, and the boys mind was still filled with questions. What was the meaning of the grin on the side of Kurt's face? What was going through his mind when he had given Mark his pants and said he could keep them? Surely there was something behind that cheeky grin, something hiding in it.

Kurt had left the room soon after the incident with the pants, and Mark hadn't plucked up enough courage to ask him about it before he took to the corridors. Now it was too late.

When evening came he slowly trundled down to the dining room, rather absent mindedly. The table was a fourteen seater and it was packed, with only two spaces left. Mark sat in one that Kurt had saved him. This was the first time they had all had dinner together.

At the head of the table was Logan a.k.a. Wolverine, then clockwise was Beast, Shadowcat, then a space, Rogue, Gambit, Sunspot, Storm, Boom-Boom, then Kurt, and Mark, Havoc, Spyke and Angel.

Once the dinner was eaten, Mark helped clear up, and then went to his room, only to run into Boom-Boom on the way. She walked with him to the boy's wing, nattering in his ear the whole way. Mark could tell she was going to be one of those annoying types straight from the start, and this just proved it.

"So then, Mark, shackin' up with the fuzzy dude I hear." She said, trailing behind him.

"Yeah, that's right." He replied half heartedly.

"Cool, cool, pretty lucky, although, I guess you don't appreciate that sorta thing like I would."

"Sure"

"…Yeah…pretty crazy around here sometimes…sure you can handle it?"

Mark stopped at the top of the stairs where he would turn a different way from the Tabitha girl and be rid of her. "Positive" he said, walking away, leaving her standing on her own.

Mark made it to the room he was staying in, closed the door and then leant against it, heaving a sigh of relief that he was alone. He had a chance to think again, away from the hustle and bustle of the others. The silence was calming, and welcoming, it was almost as though it was…

Mark's thought trail was rudely interrupted by a loud 'BAMF' sound, followed by a waft of purple smoke as Nightcrawler teleported into the room. The sudden sound had made Mark jump out of his skin, and now he was sat, slightly hunched and breathing heavily, holding his chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Said Kurt, walking past him to sit on his own bed. Mark sat there for a while, staring at the attractive blue man, hardly realising that he was transfixed, that was until Kurt looked up at Mark and smiled at him, causing him to look away and blush. In order to cover up his brightening cheeks he decided to start putting things away in the chest of drawers that he had next to his bed.

Behind him, Kurt slumped on the bed and shut his eyes with an almighty sigh, Mark turned discretely to see his room-mate sprawled across the bed. Nightcrawler's top had been pulled up when he laid back and now Mark could see his slim and alluring waist.

The sight sent shivers down Marks spine, making him blush even more brightly. He carried on putting clothes away, filling the drawers until all his garments were neatly concealed. Now he had no way to hide the blush on his face, he had to turn around.

He slyly moved over to the bed, trying desperately not to draw attention to his face. However, he failed abysmally.

"What's that on your face?" asked the German inquisitively. "Are you blushing?" he asked.

"No!" Mark lied, making his cheeks go even pinker. He lay down on the bed and faced the other way so Kurt could not see his face, but instead the elf boy just walked across the room and peered over Mark's shoulder.

"You are! Why?" he asked, beaming at the blushee.

"I don't know, I'm not!" he said, struggling to hide his rosy cheeks, laying face down and digging his face deep into his pillow.

Kurt looked at Mark momentarily and then decided to climb onto him and lay over him. The feel of the other on his back sent sparks of excitement through Mark's body. He didn't know what to do, so he just lay there, continuing to hide his ever reddening face.

"You blushing even more aren't you? I can tell, it's me isn't it?" He stated with a triumphant hint in his voice.

"What, no!"

"It is! Aww… I feel so special." Kurt said, tucking his arms underneath Mark and holding him tightly. He hugged him for a moment and then ducked down to lightly place a kiss on Mark's semi-exposed cheek.

Slowly Mark turned to look at Kurt, who looked straight back unflinchingly. They stayed there for a while, looking into each others eyes before Kurt decided to move in again, this time for Mark's lips.

Mark rolled over to completely face the mutant. Kurt nestled in between the others legs as he wrapped them around the elf. Mark ran his hand through Kurt's hair and kissed passionately.

Kurt responded by running his hand along Mark's leg which was hoisted up on his back. He gently rubbed his crotch against the others causing Mark to let out a small gasp at what he felt against him.

Mark slipped Kurt's first shirt off, tossing it to the floor. Kurt pulled away from the kissing so he could pull his undershirt over his head, exposing his perfectly formed torso.

Mark pulled him back down to kiss him as the elf began to unbutton the teenagers shirt and slide it from his shoulders. After removing his legs from around Kurt he began to move his hands down from his lovers back to the insides of his pants.

Together they moved, and kissed, and moaned into the night.