5/3 Instance: Sinful [PG-13]

[HoodedMan]

[Pietro] Pietro blurred into the kitchen, wiping his forehead with the towel that hung around his shoulders. Although cold outside, he was topless and slightly breathless from the run. He needed a drink.

[Pietro] Without looking around the room, he blurred straight to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul was revealed when Pietro closed the refrigerator door. "My, that's an attractive look for you," he noted, looking Pietro up and down appreciatively.

[Pietro] Pietro jumped visibly, almost dropping the orange juice. "Merda!!"

[Pietro] "I-I mean.....bonjour, Jean-Paul...." He managed a smile, suddenly feeling a little self-concious in just his jogging bottoms. "I-I'm sorry, I did not see you there....." He trailed off lamely. Don'tblushdon'tblush He flashed the other speedster a smile.

[Jean-Paul] "Apparently." Jean-Paul returned the smile with a grin and opened the refrigerator door again, this time to get himself a carton of milk.

[Jean-Paul] He poured a glass and put the carton away, then sat on one side of the kitchen table. He looked back at Pietro and raised an eyebrow. "Milk. It does a body good."

[Pietro] Pietro nodded dumbly, trying not to pay attention to the way the other man....gulped. "Si? Prefer juice myself...." He shrugged. Matre di Dio, what should he say? He must sound like a ten year old or something.....he flushed slightly at that, pouring himself a glass of juice and sitting opposite Jean-Paul.

[Pietro] "It has been....I mean...." He played with his glass, flicking a look at Jean-Paul. "How have you been?"

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul shrugged. "Same old, same old. Spent about half the break here, half at my old haunts. Picked up a customer or two and another scratch or two."

[Pietro] Pietro raised an eyebrow. He'd heard rumours, of course, but as much as he wanted to ask - he stopped himself. Not a can of worms he really wanted to stick his hand in. "Good to see dat you survived de break." He said simply, then pulled a face. "It seems all my problems started with de break...."

[Pietro] "You know. Took de girl home, introduced her to my family, had a blazing row in front of her an' started a war. Same old."

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul grinned silkily. "Ah, indeed? Well, one could say you do have a face that could start wars." His tongue darted out to lick some milk from his upper lip.

[Pietro] Pietro watched Jean-Paul lick milk off his lip and looked away. Wasn't it enough that he was screwing Remy right now?

[Pietro] "Heh. If you say so." He blushed slightly, absently flicking hair out of his face and pulling the towel off his shoulders. He shouldn't be nervous around Jean-Paul, right? Wasn't like he'd seen everything anyway. Merda. He blushed at that.

[Pietro] "So if my face starts wars, what does de rest of me do?" He raised an eyebrow archly, sipping his juice to hide the blush.

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul smirked. "I shouldn't know what it does to the females among us, at least; they don't have the right equipment. Or the proper... appreciation for beautiful men. You still with that one hot-headed girl..." he trailed off, searching for a name.

[Pietro] Pietro couldn't help the smirk. "Meggan? Hah. No." He eyed Jean-Paul's cheek. Must have healed, or she'd made it out to be worse then it was. "Saw de light dere."

[Pietro] He shook his head, sipping the juice again. Appreciation? Is that what he called it? "So.....you....uh....'appreciate' de belle men, eh?" He looked up almost shyly out from under his eyelashes.

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow. "Well, of course I do. I can't help it." He took a last sip of the glass, then set it down with a click. "The question is, of course, ...do you?"

[Pietro] Pietro coughed on the mouthful of juice, managing to swallow it without making a total ass out of himself. Did he? Did he.....like guys? Well.....he must do. Look what he did with Remy. And before that.....with both of them.....and the dreams since.....merda "Si. S'pose I do." He shrugged, trying to make it sound nonchelant. I'm not gay. I just like guys.....oh merda.....

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul leaned back and smiled. "Good." The word was almost a purr. He finished his milk and stood, stretching lazily.

[Jean-Paul] He leaned in. "It's not a sin, you know," he said, and winked. He straightened and took his glass to the sink.

[Pietro] Pietro watched Jean-Paul stretch, then when he'd turned to go to the sink, his eyes automatically slid down.

[Pietro] Catching himself, he blushed even worse. For God's sake....get a grip. "Eh....I do not care, si?" He muttered. "God gave us free will, so it's my free will to....." He shrugged, not quite wililng to finish that. It was still a little uncomfortable, admitting it.

[Pietro] "Besides.....dere is always confession....."

[Jean-Paul] "That there is," Jean-Paul chuckled. "One little speech and you're free to begin your sins anew."

[Jean-Paul] "But there's one thing I know you shouldn't talk about with prospective lovers, and that's religion. Mainly because it's pretty clear-cut when you get down to it."

[Jean-Paul] He headed back but not to his side of the table; he stood behind Pietro's chair, laying his hands gently on his shoulders then trailing them down his arms, feeling muscles strained from exercise, feeling a faint sheen of sweat.

[Jean-Paul] He leaned in... "Something this good can only be sinful," Jean-Paul whispered, his breath warm on Pietro's neck. He mouthed the juncture of shoulder and neck delicately, lapping away some of the traces of salt. They tasted of the true Pietro, the side of him that wanted this, needed to rut, and wasn't ashamed.

[Pietro] Pietro froze for a second at Jean-Paul's touch, then relaxed against him. It wasn't like he hadn't felt it....right? Just....Remy didn't do this, with Remy it was all about the moment, no....leading up to it.

[Pietro] He bit his tongue on a hiss and shivered slightly, half-tempted to tell Jean-Paul to stop but not thinking of any reason. Besides, he was right. This was good. "Prospective lovers?" He smiled slightly. And this being sinful....everything that he did, recently, seemed to be sinful, wrong, simply because he needed it. Screw it.

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul raised an eyebrow. "I assumed you'd prefer it to 'prospective screwers'. 'Prospective fuckers', perhaps?" He smirked inwardly as Pietro relaxed into his touch. Being direct always worked with him; he never made the first move.

[Pietro] Pietro shivered and leant back. He was definately turned on by this and it was hard not to just.... "I do not care. Fuckers, screwers, lovers, all amounts to de same thing. Do you want me? Or are you just doing dis because you want to fuck with me?" He said bluntly, trying to concentrate through the desire. Didn't really matter, but he wanted the answer anyway.

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul frowned darkly. What kind of a question was that? His hands trailed lightly along Pietro's abdomen, then dipped below the waistband of his shorts. "Does it matter?" he asked, punctuating his query with a squeeze of Pietro's growing bulge.

[Pietro] Pietro couldn't stop the buck or the light moan at the contact. "Eh....n-no."

[Pietro] Eh. Che l'Inferno. "Dis is getting a little uncomfortable, mon ami." Pietro murmured, looking up at Jean-Paul. "Are we moving or staying?" He gave him a wide-eyed silver look. "De table seems good enough to me."

[Jean-Paul] Jean-Paul shrugged, unbuckling his belt with his other hand and whisking it off, then sliding Pietro's jogging bottoms down his muscled legs. "Good enough for me too."

[Edited on 3/5/2007 by HoodedMan]

[fourpawsonthefloor]

Hee. I guess Pietro subscribes to the 'best way to get over someone is to get under someone' theory. .

Very good you two!

Paws

[littlebamf]

Or maybe Peeto's just speedy by name, speedy by nature so can move on in the blink of an eye

Nice job though!!

[Svartfreja]

Oh dear... if anyone walks in there'll be trouble...

[fourpawsonthefloor]

LOL. Depends on who walks in now, eh?

Paws

[NachtcGleiskette]

Jesus...they are going to WRECK that table.

I cannot get past thinking of the physics of two speedsters fucking....it's just....wow.

[Freak]

They be burnin...

[Slarti]

Heehee, and the list of interesting places for the students with those 'see what happened in the past' powers grows.

[steyn]

Geez, Xavier's is getting to become a real virtual reality porn channel for poor Japh. Thank god he doesn't eat, there wouldn't be a place left to put a plate for him if he did.

[Bamfing_Bob]

that's awful... think they race to see who can finish first? dirty, dirty...