6221FIC: Gluttoning on All (Whats Past is Prologue 8/18)
- Jul 25, 2005Gluttoning on All (Whats Past is Prologue 8/18)
Jean-Paul barely registered what the guy approaching
him looked like. Partly because it was pretty dark in
the bar. Mostly because they all looked the same
after a while and after a few drinks. Hed had more
than a few drinks tonight, and he wasnt noticing a
lot of details. He had a general impression of young,
healthy, male, and interested and that was all he was
looking for tonight. Well, young was optional.
Hi, the guy said to him, and introduced himself.
Visuals were registering a little more now. Clean,
clean-cut, conservative looking. Looked like hed be
more at home in the bookstore across the street than
in a backroom bar. Bookstore cruising not going well
Im Jean-Paul. The guy Jean-Paul had already
forgotten his name actually reached out his hand to
shake. Definitely not something that happened much in
this place. So, you want to go to the back room?
Jean-Paul asked as he took the guys hand.
The guy shook his head. Im not into back rooms, but
Id like to buy you a drink.
Save your money. Im not into men who arent into
Come on. Just one. We could talk a bit. Maybe, he
looked around, go somewhere else if wed like to...
His voice drifted off.
Jean-Paul smiled at him. No thanks, he said. Not
Come on, the guy said again. You might like me if
you take a little time to get to know me.
Im sure youre a nice guy. What we have here,
though, is incompatible aims. Im not looking to get
to know anyone. Youre looking for someone to talk to
and get to know and maybe go somewhere and... He
deliberately didnt finish the sentence, just as the
guy hadnt. The guy actually blushed when he did
that! Jean-Paul continued. Im looking for someone
who wants to go in the back room and suck my cock.
So, why dont you go find somebody else to get to
know, hein? And Ill stay here until someone whos
looking for what Ive got comes along.
The guy took a deep breath. He didnt say anything
for a long time, but he didnt make any move to go and
find someone more compatible. Finally, he spoke.
Cut or uncut? he asked.
Un-. Does that count for me or against me with you?
Enough to go against your principles and try out the
Maybe. Im Jewish I was raised to be frightened of
dangerous, uncircumcised men, he added with a smile.
And you like danger? Jean-Paul smiled too as the
guy nodded. Im a mutant, he added. I like to get
that out of the way first.
Im not prejudiced, the guy said, a little too fast.
Then he thought about what hed just heard. Are you
a dangerous mutant? he asked.
Only when I want to be. He gestured to the door in
the back of the bar. So, we go in there? Maybe
youll find you like back rooms after all.
Jean-Paul didnt know if the guy was deciding he liked
back rooms, but he clearly liked what he was doing.
He was licking and sucking Jean-Pauls cock with
enthusiasm mixed with expertise. His tongue kept
wandering back to the foreskin. Dangerous
uncircumcised men? Jean-Paul found himself thinking
hed have to ask Adam if hed felt some special
taboo-related thrill when theyd first had sex. Then
remembered that he wasnt on those kinds of terms with
Adam anymore. And likely never would be.
He shook himself, turning his attention from Adam
remembered to the man kneeling in front of him right
now. Stroking his balls with a couple fingers as his
mouth alternated between licking and sucking on the
head, he was using the rest of his hand to slide up
and down the shaft. The guys other hand was in
Jean-Pauls pants, holding onto his ass, stroking
slowly. It all felt really good. He looked good,
too, whatever his name was, now that Jean-Paul was
paying a little more attention to him. Handsome
without being pretty, good cheekbones, nice hair that
Jean-Paul had a double handful of at the moment. He
looked better not so strait-laced and conservative
like this, with a mouth full of cock. Jean-Paul
grabbed him by the back of the head and started moving
him forward and back. Take it all in, copain, he
said, pushing hard and then pulling back out. Come
on. Swallow it. You can do it. Alternately pulling
on the guys hair and pushing him back, Jean-Paul
fucked his face harder and faster until he shot his
load down the guys throat.
The guy stood up afterwards, brushing his pant legs as
he did. Youve got a great cock, he said to
Jean-Paul, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
Thanks. He leaned in, kissing the guy on the mouth,
tongue pushing in like his cock had just done.
Reaching between the guys legs, he stroked a little.
Do you want me to do you now? he asked.
Not here. Look we did it your way. Can we go
somewhere else now? Like maybe some place with a bed?
Is that just pathetically conventional of me?
Jean-Paul laughed. No, its fine. I dont have
anywhere I can take you, though. Im living somewhere
I cant bring... people back to just now.
By people you mean tricks? I understand. Ive
got a room. Not too far from here. And then, in
response to the expression on Jean-Pauls face, I
know. Some of the rooms around here arent any better
than a back room, but this is a good hotel. Im in
New York on business.
What kind of business? Jean-Paul asked, a few
minutes later, as they walked to the hotel.
Im a journalist.
What does that mean?
Nothing. I just know a little bit about the work.
My... ex is a reporter, too.
Recent ex, I assume, and a significant relationship,
too. Or you wouldnt be hesitating to call him that.
You reporters are always drawing conclusions, arent
Well, was I right?
Quebecois. At the guys puzzled expression, he
clarified. French Canadian.
French and Canadian. Arrogant and boring. Sorry
Ive heard it before.
What are you doing here?
I live in the States now. I moved here last year.
So soon after the war? Most mutants are moving *to*
Jean-Paul shrugged but didnt say anymore until they
were in the hotel room. And when he did talk, it
wasnt about immigration. So theres a bed here, he
said, gesturing to it. What do you want to do? He
pulled off his shirt and sat down on the bed.
I... uh... would you fuck me? The guy was looking
nervous. I have condoms and lube, he added.
Bien. Take your clothes off.
Jean-Paul watched while he did. Nice body, he
thought. The guy wasnt making eye contact. Having
second thoughts or just shy? Jean-Paul took his
clothes off, too, and pulled his now naked companion
down on the bed with him, lying on top of him, kissing
him hard, reaching to stroke his cock while he did.
He seemed to be getting over the shyness, or whatever
it was, kissing hungrily, hands stroking. Where are
the condoms? Jean-Paul asked after a while.
The guy reached into a drawer of the nightstand and
got out a pack of condoms and a tube of lube. Put it
on me, Jean-Paul said, closing his eyes as he felt
his cock stroked and the condom rolling on. Are you
sure you want to do this? he added, eyes open now,
noticing the guy looking wary again.
Yeah, Im just... its been a while.
Do you want to sit on it? You can have more control
No. He shook his head. I want you to push it in
Sure thing, copain. Get on your hands and knees.
He did, and Jean-Paul knelt behind him and looked at
him for a minute. Youve got a nice ass, he said,
stroking with both hands, spreading the cheeks a bit.
He pushed inside, hard, making the guy in front of him
gasp. Thats how you like it? he asked, not waiting
for an answer before starting to fuck him with
pounding strokes, kneeling behind him, pulling on his
thighs to bring him closer.
Yes, the guy answered his question, almost in a
whisper, and leaned his head down on the bed as he
rubbed his own cock. He moaned and whimpered as
Jean-Paul shoved it into him again and again.
Am I hurting you? he asked, leaning down now,
talking in the guys ear.
Yes, but I like it. Its good. Keep doing it like
And then neither of them said anything else, just
moving together now, hard and fast. The guy shook as
he came and then moved with Jean-Paul while Jean-Paul
fucked faster and harder until he was coming, too.
They both sat up afterwards, leaning against each
other a bit. Jean-Paul turned and kissed the guy on
the mouth again. That was good. Youre right
better on a bed for that than in a back room. After
a minute, he added, Well, I think I should be going.
Could you stay? He looked down. It just seems
so...strange or something, to do that and then you
Thats kind of what its like when you pick up guys
in bars, hein?
Does it have to be? I mean, Im not looking for a
relationship or anything, but is it so much to want a
one-night stand to last a night? He smiled
sardonically at Jean-Paul, who laughed.
Okay, why not? But I have to make a call, to say
Ill be out all night. He picked his pants up off
the floor and took out his cell phone. No signal.
I know. Its always like that here. Hotel
management says theres interference from the
generator. I think they do it on purpose so they can
charge their guests exorbitant phone rates. He
gestured to the hotel phone. Go ahead. My paper
will pay for it.
Jean-Paul asked for Wendys room, but got April.
Youre up late ma petite, he said, and listened,
smiling, to a long story involving a kitten, a ball of
yarn, and telekinesis. Is mommy there? he asked
after a while, telling Wendy when she got on that he
expected to be out all night and that he wasnt
available via cell but could be reached if needed at
212 555-3232, Room 534.
Having fun? she asked.
I wont give out the number unless Cyclops needs you
for a mission or theres some sort of emergency.
Ezra is okay?
Yes, hes fine. Adam and Anjuli were taking a walk
with the boys last I saw them, then getting them ready
Bien. See you tomorrow.
The guy Jean-Paul really wished he could remember
his name, this was getting embarrassing was looking
at him quizzically when he got off the phone. What?
Jean-Paul asked him.
So the reporter ex is a wife, is she? And theres a
child, too? Does she know what youre doing? Is she
okay with that?
Ah, you reporters. Jumping to conclusions. No, that
wasnt my ex, or my child. Wendys a friend she and
her husband and daughter are all friends of mine. I
was talking to her daughter and then to her. My ex is
a man. And I do have a child we adopted him
together. He shrugged. Now were not together.
Were sharing custody. Its his turn to be the
hands-on parent tonight. When Ad- when my ex has our
son, I can go out in the evenings.
Picking up men in bars and fucking them in hotel
Sometimes. More often just blow jobs in the back
I dont know. I guess I just dont associate that
kind of thing with having a family. He added
quickly, Im not being critical.
Well, as you guessed before when you were guessing
right, my family is in flux at the moment. The
breakup is still new. Were both trying to negotiate
it, figure out what works for us. He shrugged and
didnt say anything for a minute. Then he added, I
came to this country because of his work, because we
were making a life together.
Is he a mutant? Jean-Paul shook his head. Whats
your gift? he asked, and then quickly afterwards, Is
that okay to ask?
Oui, its fine. I have two. Flight and super
Really? You mean you can really fly? Jean-Paul
nodded. And super speed? What does that mean? How
I can go around the world in a few minutes. Most of
the time is take-off and landing. Once Im really
going its close to c, to light speed.
The guy whistled a little, looking at him like he was
seeing him in a new way. Is your last name Beaubier?
Were you with Alpha Flight when you lived in Canada?
Yes, how did you know?
I read an article about you part of a series on
mutants in sports. In the San Francisco Chronicle. I
know the guy who wrote it.
I think there must be five newspaper reporters in the
world, total. You all seem to know each other.
What was it like working with Alpha Flight?
Jean-Paul shook his head. I dont talk about my
You dont even work there anymore.
When you work for an agency like Alpha Flight, you
dont talk about it even after you leave.
Hey, are you an X-Man now? Jean-Paul didnt answer.
Am I asking too many questions?
Peut-être. Why dont you tell me a little about
Where should I begin?
Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but why dont you
start with your name. Im sorry I never quite
Thats okay. Its Rick. Rick Kapell.
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