X-Man Diaries: Shatterglass (1)
I'd been living in the dorm rooms like the other students here and it made me feel... normal!
Actually I use the term loosely. I had a lot of time to think while I was in the infirmary. I thought hard about what put me there... My parents. My powers. But mostly I thought about Ross and My being gay. I decided being a queer ora homo or whatever I'm supposed to call us, isn't so bad. I figured that I'd rather live gay than die miserable.
I tried getting ahold of Ross but when I called his housse a stranger answered saying that He moved with his folks and couldn't tell me where. I wasn't going to see him again.
As much as I hated to let this go, what choice did I have? It's all for the best anyways. Afterall, What could I possibly say?
"Hey, Ross! Sorry I said all of those rottenly true things to you! But guess what! I'm a fag too! Aaaaand; I'm one of those fuckin' Mutes you just love so much! So I was thinkin' we could meet up and-...Hm? Oh. Yea the nice doctor said I could leave my rubberroom and go out if I get my shots first, so no worries!"
Yeah. Right.
Huh? No, I don't hate myself when I think of Ross! What makes you say that?
Anyways, I can fix the other stuff later right here. Which really isn't so bad. Actually, X has a pretty sweet setup here!
Professor Xavier runs a school for "gifted" youth. A.K.A. "Mutant High". That's right; all the students and teachers here are mutant's. for some it's different abilities. From flying to acid spitting, I kid you not! To physical mutations like added hair, arms or eyes! And most (not all) of the students didn't come from wealthy families. I could relax again after living the stuck up and stuffy "high life" and be normal guy again. I still kept the goth/aristocratic clothes and when anyone askedabout them i blamed it on "eccentricities of wealth" and continued on.
Like any other school this one had its cliques which avoided me.
But unlike most schools this one has its own superhero team!!!
Everyone talked about the famous X-Men and most dreamed of joining them one day.
I was no exception.
"What're you doing still up?" a drowsy voice says behind me. I turn around and watch my roommate Victor Borkowski. He and I are the same age but he's been here longer than I have and is already an X-Man. He calls himsef Anole.
He looks like a cross between a lizard and an average- no- lean but muscular guy with green scales and a kind of shell on his head with no hair. most of him looked normal but his right arm looks like it came off a horned toad. His face sometimes kept my attention more tha the arm though...
"Working on my X-man code name!" I said and yawned; was it really 2a.m. already? "Hows about Diamond Rush!"
"Not really catchy..." he said leaning over my shoulder. I listened to him inhale but sat up before he could notice. Sometimes I'd imagine he breathed so deep to commit my scent to memory. My imagination... to wild for its own good.
"Ada-man!"
"Ahaha! Your kidding right?"
"Diamond dust?"
"You're way to strong for that!"
He always said things like that. I liked it. He made me soumd super strong but its just cause my bones are so heavy my body over compensated so i was pretty well built.
"Here." he said dropping a fistful of sscales, "Do that thing you do."
"Hey! you said-!"
"I didn't pick these out!" he said defensively, "They fell out!... Please?"
"Don't do that." I said, and added to myself, "It gives a guy ideas..."
"What?" he asked.
"Shh! I need to focus!"
"...Liar..." he smirked.
The scales began to glow and shimmer, the light scattered and a halfdozen or so emerald like gems lay on the table.
"Here you go, Wyvern, for your treasure horde."
"You're my treasure horde. I just like watching you do this..." he said sooping up the gems.
"Huh!? What'd you jus-" but I never finished that sentence because his lips were pressed to mine.
Only briefly though, before he pulled away looking shocked at himself. We stared at each other for a moment.
"V-Vic?" I stuttered.
He turned and fled before I even realized it.
Unable to remember what I was doing before i crawled into bed and fell into a kind of sleepless oblivion.
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The next few days were more than a little awkwierd. Victor ignored me when he couldn't avoid me and there was talk going around that we were fighting.
Fine. If we were gonna fight then I wanna fiight back! It's not like was ready for a boyfriend any damn way, so yea, sure! Fire with fire, Baby!
After about a week we were stewing, trapped in our room each too stubborn to leave, when a knock at our door pulled us out of our funk.
"Come in," we said at the same time. We glared at each other as Jean Grey walked in, rubbing her temples.
"Ok guys, the other telepaths can't take it." Jean said before we said anything. "You," she said rounding on Victor, "think he's been blowing you off because you kissed him and assumed he's straight. Fun fact: he's not. In fact he wants that (and more) from you more often. He may have told you as much if you didn't blow him off.And you," she pointed at me, "can't fathom why he's been blowing you off, but know that it pisses you off so you fight fire with fire. Fun fact: he would have apologized for it if you haven't been so bent on being cold and mean."
We sat, stunned, and stared at each other.
"There, see?" Jean continued when we said nothing, "You don't hate each other. In fact you may be in love so please; kiss and make up?"
But we had stopped listening and I was trying to make sense of what I was feeling. Watching Victor watch me, I felt a lot of odd emotion that weren't all pure but were all sincere, caring, cozy, warm, hot...
"Oh, jeez." Jean muttered as our attraction for each other registered on her radar. The other telepaths couldn't be any happier. As she turned around to leave she muttered to them "sorry, guys...I tried."
After Jean left it was awhile before iether of us moved or made a sound. Victor was the one that broke the silence.
"So. You really liked it?...You know, the kiss?"
"Yea. A lot." I said, my mind still swimming with impure visions,"You?"
He didn't answer. Instead he got up and knealt in front of the chair I was sitting in, Standing on his knees between mine. He placed his left hand on mine and brought his face close to mine until our lips were barely a breaths width apart, then stopped.
"You wouldn't mess with me about this, would you?" he asked, his eyes pleading.
Ross flashed through my mind. These two were entirly different from one another but I felt like if I could make this work... Maybe I can forgive myself...
"Never," I whispered. I smiled, revelling in how romantic all this was, I took his right hand and closed the rest of distance.
I was savoring the feeling of him when he tentively licked my lower lip. I parted my lips and he explored my mouth gently. Too gently. If I was going to do this I needed to go straight for it, you know? I took the back of his neck and deepened the kiss. He made a startled noise but sighed and fell into it. Time passed (who knows how much) before we pulled apart.
"Wow," we said at the same time.
I got up and pulled him to his feet. When I started pulling him towards the beds he tensed. "Heh. Already?" He said.
"If you don't want to then..." I assured him, "but its late, we need to sleep... And I'd rather do it with you, you know?"
He relaxed and smiled. "Alright. I want to, don't get me wrong, but are you sure you're ready?"
Feeling a thrill shoot up my spine I had to be honest: No. I wasn't sure I was ready but I was damned sure I wanted this. "Yeah. Yeah I'm sure."
"Alright," he said as We climbed into bed. I sat shivering in what I hoped was anticipation and watched Victor strip. I let myself be mesmerised as he pulled his shirt over his head In a smooth motion... That is until it caught on one of his spikes and got stuck. "...Mnf? Mrrnf! Ahh, Jules? A little help?"
I laughed but the offer sent the butterfkies in my belly wild. I sat up on my knees and reached out slowly. I'd forgotten what I was supposed to be doing and instead ran a hand over his chest, brushing each nipple with my fingertips, bringing a sigh from him. Encouraged by the reaction, I allowed my hands to wander his torso a little more freely, The skin on his chest was surprisingly smooth, I'd figured he was scaly all over but his chest and belly were as smooth as anyone elses except for sparce scales that made up a sort of happy trail, starting from navel to pyramid downwards, Disappearing into his pants. Befor I realized what I was doing, I found my lips travelling that trail. Victor shuddered under my kisses, still trapped in his shirt. "Uhn... Hey, I'm up here..." It reoccured to me that Vic still needed my help. I tried to dislodge the shirt but couldn't find where it was stuck. Finally, frusterated and giddy a said, "Close Your eyes..."
"Um... Ok?"
I focused on his shirt until I felt the familiar tingle in my head. I watched as the cloth shimmered and became a crystalized version of itself. I could almost see Victors face through it. I focused a little more on the new crystal and pulverized it to a fine dust that simply fell away like shimmering snow.
"Woah... I didn't know you could do that..." Vic said, Brushing off the dust.
"Heheh. Niether did I! Until I started." I trailed off into silence then to stare a little more freely.
"Hey," he said, "This isn't a gallery; you're turn."
And I'd almost forgotten the butterflies too...
I started tugging at my shirt when Vic grabbed my collar. "Oh, no you don't." He said with a grin. "You ruined my favorite shirt! Pay back time!" He pulled me into a kiss and with one hard yank, ripped my shirt in half down the front. The jolt made me grunt into the kiss and I had to cling to him to keep up right. I'd hardly noticed how horny I actually was until then, when our confined but raging boners were pressed against each other. Vic echoed my only coherent thought: "Dude, this is so hot..." Then he got a funny glint in his eye. "First one naked gets top!"
I was shaking off the dust that used to be my pants and underwear when Vic crowed: "I win!" As he stood there completely nude every fantasy I'd had with him came flooding back. I got up to circle and examined him, from spiky head, down the front to a very nice eight-incher, around to a firm (but dissapointingly tailless) ass, past defined calves, down to his socked feet. Socks?
"No. I win, LizardMan."
"Huh...?" he said. He wasn't listening. He was still watching me. So I dusted his socks. "Dammit!" He said. "Oh well," he said grabbing my own peice in his left hand, "Can't say I mind losing to this..."
As he stroked me gentlyI grew impossibly harder, the pain and pleasure almost making my alraedy shaking legs buckle.
"Ahhn. Vic. It hurts... I gotta cum soon."
"Let me just..." He stooped down and placed a wet kiss on the crown. Then sucked the head in and tongued it. "Jeezes! Vic!" I moaned out as my dick gave a throb.
"Hmm." He said, "You are close..."
He got up and dug under his mattress for a small bottle of lube. I saw some other objects that I thought I recognized but decided not to dwell on.
He bent over and spread his cheeks, reavealing a surpisingly pink entrance, and began lubing himself, moaning a little at the sensation.
My dick jumped at the sight, bringing a steady string of pre.
He tossed me the bottle. Taking the hint I squeezed the sweet smalling oil into my palm and gently rubbed over the head and shaft. On contact the lube made tingling sensations that almost made me cum then and there.
"You ready?" Vic asked, his own member jumping in time to his heartbeat. He lay down on my bed and put that ass up in the air. I postioned myself behind him and placed my dick's head against his pucker. I pushed forward until the head disappeared from view. Victor lifted his head up and let out a long low moan as I pushed farther into him. When I was all of the way in It felt so good I had to struggle to not come right away. Vic Must have picked up on that.
"Now relax, Jules. Whenever you're ready we can move a little," He whispered. "And its ok if you cum quick your first time."
I nodded and pulled out until it was just the head inside of him and pushed back into him.
"Oohhh..." He moened, "Faster, Jules. Please!"
I pulled back and pistoned forward again. I gasp and yelp issued from Victor as I repeated the motion. "Ah! Christ, Jullian!"
Hearing him call my name in ecstacy was too much. "AAAHHHH! Vic! I can't take it! I- I'm cummin'!!" As promised I started spurting cum into Victor's bowels. The sensation was indescribable!
"Aah! Keep going! I'm close!" Vic insisted. I wanted to see him climax so I pulled out and turned him over on his back. He lifted his legs and I plowed into him with abandon. I grasped his engorged member and started jacking him. Listening to him croone was enough to bring me to full erection again as I fucked him faster and harder. A few more thrusts and I was ready to blow again.
Vic reached up with both hands and pulled me down into another kiss. I drank him in, getting high off of his sweat and the sharp contrast between his left and right hands. That's when I felt his ass ring contract and smelled fresh cum as his rod exploded in my hand, spraying us both from chin to navel. A few more thrusts and I came in him again and felt it dribble out of him and down my own rod.
"That was amazing!" I panted I collapsed on top of my Wyvern and I rested my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me held me close.
"And it only gets better from here..." He promised tiredly.
My mind was racing but I felt sleep encroaching on my senses. I kissed Vic one last time. "Good night, Anole"
"Sweet dreams... Shatterglass...?"
"Hmm. I like it!"
"ZZZzzzz..."
"...Shatterglass..."