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If Thou Survive (A Time for Every Purpose 6/10)

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    Sitting cross-legged on the bed, papers in front of him, Scott looked up as the door opened. “I’m glad it’s you,” he said, motioning to Logan to sit
    Message 1 of 1 , May 3, 2005
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      Sitting cross-legged on the bed, papers in front of
      him, Scott looked up as the door opened. �I�m glad
      it�s you,� he said, motioning to Logan to sit next to
      him on the bed. He collected the papers and put them
      back in a manila file folder.

      �Why? �Cause you want to suck my dick?� Logan sat
      down, hand sliding along Scott�s thigh briefly.

      �That, too.� They smiled at each other. �RoseAnn�s
      been dropping by here at night. I�ve been trying to
      put some clearer boundaries on the relationship. We
      have a deal that she won�t come here anymore, that
      she�ll meet with me in my office, but I�m not sure
      she�ll stick to it.�

      �She�s got it bad for you, doesn�t she?�

      �You know how it is. Kids get crushes.�

      �Yeah, especially on pretty boy English teachers.� He
      licked Scott�s nearest ear. �Even better if they fly
      fast jets and moonlight as superheroes. Killer combo
      if you�re a starry-eyed mutant kid.�

      �So what�s your excuse? You�re a mutant but you�re
      neither starry-eyed nor a kid. Still, you�re here an
      awful lot.�

      �That�s �cause I know what a good fuck you are.�

      Scott laughed and continued. �She�s vulnerable. She�s
      young; she�s been through a tough time. She�s not used
      to someone interested in her for her, someone who
      doesn�t want anything from her. Well, except that she
      finish her school work.�

      �You�ve been through this one before, with other kids.
      You always work it out.� Logan thought for a minute
      and added, �She�s lucky to have you. They all are.�

      �Thanks.� Scott sighed. �It�s a challenge. It�s hard
      to set the boundaries comfortably, to make them feel
      cared for yet not give them the idea that it�s a more
      intimate relationship than it can be.�

      �It�s not so hard. Just tell her you like dick and she
      doesn�t have one.�

      Scott laughed again. �It�s not that simple. I did tell
      her that, by the way. Not in exactly those words.�

      �And tell her you don�t do it with kids.�

      �I told her that, too.�

      �Sounds like you�ve got all bases covered.� He leaned
      in and kissed Scott�s neck, hand stroking slowly along
      his flank. �What�s wrong? You smell... worried. Upset.
      Is it what�s going on with RoseAnn?�

      He shook his head. �There�s something else.�

      �Wanna tell me about it?�

      �Maybe later.�

      �Wanna suck my dick?�

      �Yeah.�

      �Good.� Logan took Scott�s hand and placed it on his
      crotch. Scott could feel him, hard already, straining
      against the jeans. He bent down, rubbing his lips
      against Logan�s fly for a while, then unzipping him.
      Logan lifted his hips as Scott pulled the pants down
      and out of the way.

      Logan lay back on the bed and Scott got started.
      Kneeling on the bed, bent over, he worked Logan�s hard
      cock with fingers and tongue. Slowly, thoroughly, he
      licked all over, making wet, contented sounds as he
      did. �Good,� Logan said again, fingers of one hand in
      Scott�s hair. �Very good. Put it in your mouth now.�

      �Oh yes.� Scott did as he was told, sliding the head
      in and pushing it against the inside of his cheek,
      working on the root with the fingers of one hand,
      stroking Logan�s balls with the other. He sucked hard
      and long, using his tongue, his lips, his throat and
      his fingers all together. �Stick a finger up my ass,�
      Logan said, and Scott obeyed.

      He kept sucking, slowly, making it last. His own cock
      was achingly hard. He thought about jerking himself,
      but he was exhilarating in the feel of both hands and
      his mouth on Logan. The finger inside was stroking
      Logan�s prostate, making him moan and growl with
      pleasure. The sound was driving Scott wild.

      �Swing your legs around this way. I want to hold your
      cock while you�re sucking me.� And then he found he
      could have it all � both hands and his mouth on Logan
      and Logan�s wonderful fist rubbing him, holding him,
      bringing him closer and closer to the edge, thumb
      circling the head of his cock, heightening the
      sensation.

      They came almost at the same time. Feeling himself
      going over that edge, Scott engulfed Logan�s cock as
      he came, squeezing with his throat as the orgasm shook
      his body. Logan seemed to be pumping it down his
      throat for a long time.

      Scott licked the tip of Logan�s cock as he released
      it, then lay back on the pillows. He pulled off his
      glasses and put them next to him on the nightstand.
      They lay there next to each other in silent
      companionability.

      �Something�s changed with me,� Scott said after a
      while. �It took me a long time to realize it, and then
      I wondered if I was imagining it, but I�m sure of it
      now.� Logan watched him rub his closed eyes. �I don�t
      get sick anymore.�

      �What are you talking about?�

      �I can�t remember the last time I had a cold, even,�
      Scott replied. �I�ve always been pretty healthy,
      but... lately it�s something different. Last fall when
      flu season started early and we hadn�t started
      vaccinating yet? Almost everyone here got it, but not
      me.�

      �Me, neither.� They both chuckled at that. Logan
      thought a little more. �I don�t ever remember you
      being sick, not since I�ve known you. Injured sure,
      lots of times, but not sick. Good immunity, I guess.�

      �Yeah, like I said I�ve always been really healthy.
      And that�s good. It was important at certain times in
      my life, when I couldn�t afford to be sick. It�s
      mostly injuries I�ve dealt with. But the last few
      years, it�s like my immune system has gone into high
      gear or something.� He put his glasses back on and sat
      up, looking at Logan. �Not just illness. I heal
      faster. Not like you, of course. But when I�m injured,
      I�m back to normal much quicker than I used to be.�

      �You heal fast �cause you don�t give into it. You keep
      going even when you�re injured. It�s one of the first
      things I noticed about you, Cyclops. One of the first
      things I liked about you, even when I couldn�t stand
      you,� he said with a wry smile. �That and your talent
      for cocksucking.�

      �Thanks for the compliment. Both of them. But it�s
      different, I�m sure it is. Not the cocksucking,� he
      added, making Logan smile, �the healing. I even
      checked. Hank kept such complete records. They�re all
      still there in the medical department. I�ve been
      injured often enough and enough ways to make it easy
      to find comparable ones. I�m healing lots faster than
      I was 10 years ago. I�m ten years older � it should
      take longer to heal, but it�s happening much quicker.
      Quicker than I used to heal and quicker than normal.
      And I�m not scarring anymore. I haven�t gotten a new
      scar in two years. Lots of combat in the last two
      years. Plenty of wounds deep enough and wide enough to
      scar, but no new ones. Sorry,� he added, with a smile,
      �I know you like them.�

      �Hey, I can play with the old ones.� Logan licked a
      scar on Scott�s neck and thought some more. �Do you
      think you�re developing a new power?�

      Scott shook his head. �At 34? I came into my powers at
      15. It�s not possible. No,� he said slowly, �I think
      I�m getting it from you.�

      �From me? Like it�s rubbing off or something?�

      �No. And I don�t think I�m getting your power. Not
      Alpha Level Healing Factor, there�s no evidence of
      that. It�s just improved immunity, enhanced healing.
      Like maybe at the top range of normal or something,
      not mutant level.�

      �Well, how do you think you�re getting it?� Scott
      opened his mouth and kind of wagged his tongue, then
      held up his hand in a loose fist. He bent his head a
      bit, pretending to suck on an invisible cock. �What?
      You think you�re getting it from sucking my dick?�

      �Yeah. It�s in your blood � we know that. Why not in
      semen? I�ve been ingesting the stuff a few times a
      week for years now. Maybe I�m getting it from fucking,
      too. I don�t know how it gets absorbed.� He looked at
      Logan. �Healing semen. That�s what I think you�ve
      got.�

      Logan laughed. �Hey, that could make for quite a pick
      up line. Wanna try my healing semen? Good for what
      ails you.�

      �Beats knocking somebody down and then saying �eat
      me,� anyway.�

      �Hey, that bit works. Well, it did once.� Scott
      laughed. �You really think that�s what�s happening to
      you?�

      Scott nodded. �Yeah, I�ve been thinking about it a
      lot. And, like I said, I checked my medical records.
      It�s not my imagination. Something in my body
      chemistry has changed. It�s an explanation that makes
      sense, and I can�t think of any others.�

      Logan thought some more. �Nah, I don�t think it does
      make sense. I mean, I guess whatever it is that causes
      the healing factor could be in my cum if it�s in my
      blood. But that doesn�t mean you can get it from
      swallowing the stuff. It doesn�t work to just give my
      blood to somebody, you know.�

      �I know. That was Hank�s and Anjuli�s first idea �
      transfusion. It didn�t work at all, didn�t make any
      difference.�

      �Yeah, so that�s why they worked so hard to isolate
      the stuff that causes the healing. She does
      godknowswhat to make the HFC stuff, but it�s this
      whole complicated process. How could it be as simple
      as swallowing it?�

      �I don�t know. Maybe it�s different in semen than in
      blood. Something�s happening to me. You�re what
      changed. I think it�s worth pursuing, anyway.�

      �I�ll be in DC tomorrow. Do you want me to talk to
      Anjuli about it?�

      �Yeah, I think you should. If it�s not too
      embarrassing to discuss,� he added. And then, in
      response to Logan�s scoffing expression, �Yeah, look
      who I�m talking to. She�ll want a donation, I bet, so
      she can do some tests.�

      �More fun than donating blood anyway. Wanna come down
      and help me donate? You�re the one she�s going to want
      to talk to about it, you know. She�ll want to do tests
      on you, I bet. She has ways to measure healing ability
      � she uses them on her subjects. I bet she�ll want to
      see how you compare to someone normal and to someone
      who�s had her HFC.�

      �If she wants me to come down, I will. I want to help
      this research.�

      �And just to be nice, I�ll treat you to some healing
      semen while you�re visiting.�

      �You�re generous to a fault, Logan.� Scott�s smile
      disappeared and his brow furrowed.

      �Hey, what�s bugging you? Are you gonna tell me?�

      �I�m not even supposed to know. But, yeah, I�ll tell
      you. It�s Charles. He�s sick.�

      �With what?�

      �Pancreatic cancer.�

      �That a bad kind?�

      �Yeah. It�s bad. Very bad.� He picked up the folder of
      papers he�d put by the side of the bed. �Jean gave me
      some articles. That�s what I was reading when you came
      in. Not much hope. Two percent five-year survival
      rates.�

      �And you�re not supposed to know he�s got it?�

      �He told Jean not to tell me, that he�d do it himself.
      But he was putting it off and she was feeling like she
      couldn�t handle being the only one who knew... And she
      only knows because the doctor at Sloan Kettering
      called her � thinking she�s Charles�s doctor, not his
      daughter. Or whatever she is.�

      �It gets fucking confusing around here, figuring out
      who�s what to who.�

      �I know. I�ve lived here a while.� Wry smile on his
      face. �So now I�ve got to pretend that I don�t know.
      And I�ve got to pretend well enough to fool a
      telepath. I hate lying to him � partly because I never
      know when he believes it. And I�m so fucking mad at
      him.�

      �For not telling you?�

      �Yeah and for making Jean handle this on her own.� He
      shook his head and exhaled loudly. �I�m probably
      really mad at him for being sick, for maybe dying. I
      don�t know what I�d do without him.� There was a catch
      in Scott�s voice. He composed himself and continued.
      �But I hate myself less if I think I�m mad at him for
      not talking about it. I�m his next of kin, you know.
      I�m on all of his forms. And I�ve got his medical
      power of attorney. I�m the one who will have to make
      decisions for him if it gets to the point where he
      can�t make them for himself. I ought to know what�s
      going on now.�

      �And that�s why you�re so keen on helping Anjuli
      improve the healing factor stuff?�

      �Yeah, I want him to have whatever chance he can. I�m
      glad we�ve got HFC; I�m glad he�s going to be seeing
      Anjuli tomorrow. But I want him to have the best
      chance possible, and maybe there�s something better
      than what she�s got now.�

      �Cyclops, I hate to say it, but I don�t think she can
      help him.�

      �Why not?�

      �She doesn�t think it would work for cancer � she told
      me so. Healing factor regenerates � it makes cells
      grow. That�s why my wounds close up so quick, all that
      stuff is growing back. Cancer is...�

      �Cells growing. Out of control. I never thought of
      that.�

      �Yeah, well Anjuli did. She doesn�t know if it would
      work with cancer � she thinks it might backfire. She
      even told me she thinks I might not be immune to
      cancer � she told me I should lay off the cigars.�

      �Shit. I was hoping it would help.�

      �It might. I don�t know. I just don�t think you should
      count on it. Worth letting her know your theory,
      anyway.�

      �Yeah, I guess.�

      �And Scott?�

      �Yeah?�

      �Cut through the bullshit. There�s no fucking point in
      it. You don�t have time to play this stupid game. Tell
      the Professor what you know.�



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