It was rare for you and Scott to find more than a handful of minutes or a brisk lunch break together. Most of your days was spent apart; him serving as the leader he had to be while strategizing alongside Xavier while you were at Hank McCoy’s side to learn the tricks of the medical trade. You were one of the lucky few whose mutation didn’t manifest in a flashy enough way to draw too much attention, but it still manifested and you realized very quickly you weren’t like the other kids in your class. An optical mutation, your eyes allowed you to see through things. At first it had been thin items; paper, thin walls, blankets, etc. But as you grew up and had more time to test it, much to the many migraines you faced in doing so, you began to understand you could see through thicker and thicker items. Which is possibly a part of why you ended up doing so well when you first went from university to medical school, where you later found your calling in the Emergency Room, able to spot injuries long before any machine could. While many had thought of you as a miracle worker, only one man realized exactly what you were; Xavier.
When he had arrived it was under the guise of having fallen and possibly hit his head, which you quickly attempted to look inside and make sure there wasn’t any bleeding you needed to worry about. Xavier’s own mutation, that impressive mind of his, had shocked you initially. It wasn’t every day someone showed up and spoke directly into your mind, especially when you weren’t even aware that you were a mutant. It made sense, after all, but you had never been one to think about it since most, if not all, mutants you had seen were flashier in appearance than what you had to offer. Xavier managed to both turn your world upside down and give it a balance you had never thought you’d have.
Shortly after was when you met the X-Men, one Scott Summers included in that. The leader of the X-Men was a very reclusive man, someone who held back from the more personal comments the others made. He was as welcoming as you would expect in the most professional sense of the word, often keeping his distance while the others were eager for a new face. It took a while before you managed to catch him away from the others and not swamped in the work he often piled himself under. An accidental meeting at night in the kitchen led to a late night talk that led to more late night talks to follow. The conversations ranged from stories of your youth, to stories of his life in the mansion, to simple hobbies you two shared or found interesting, to even just chattering about anything and everything to keep the conversation going. While it didn’t seem like it at first when you had met him, Scott was a very chatty man. So chatty, in fact, that you didn’t find it surprising to be swept away into a conversation in one of those late night meetings that only ended once you were falling asleep in your chair or against the counter.
When things changed from there you couldn’t pinpoint. You were aware he once had a relationship with Jean, something that had fizzled out for whatever reasons you weren’t sure of. Not that it was your business. You never pressed to ask and he seemed grateful, speaking about it only after the late night talks migrated to one of the many study rooms spread out across the mansion. In a comfortable setting he opened up and you just listened the entire time, learning about the one relationship he’s ever had. Then he kissed you and it seemed to fall into place from there. First the gentle kisses he always greeted you with, followed by the way he held your hand or carefully placed it on some respectable spot of your body. Then there was the way he always moved to make room so you could sit next to him or even just stand beside him so he had an excuse to be near you. Touch you. You hadn’t expected him to be so physically affectionate, nor so desperate for that physical affection to be returned. Maybe that’s why the first time you two got intimate he held you so tightly he must have thought you were going to vanish in the night. When the next morning came and the two of you woke up next to one another, the beautiful silence that followed was immediately broken by the cheesiest lines the man could have possibly said and your laughter.
However, getting times alone like that grew far and few in between the chaos of living a life with the X-Men. With Scott as their leader it wasn’t uncommon for him to be kept late by Xavier, or to be gone days on end to deal with something out of the mansion. Those times had to be the worst on the two of you. Especially when neither of you could communicate and you had to spend days hoping he was okay. He always came back and every time he did the first thing he did was hug you and hold you in that strong grip that conveyed just how much he missed you. Missed touching you. But the difficult times came when more mutants started to arrive. The endless waves of work began to assault both of you; his protecting and often leaving to locate dangerous mutants to keep them at bay, and your work taking care of whoever returned injured. Only a few times have you had to work on Scott, most of the time Hank would handle the cases if the injuries were light and you wanted to chew him out more than care for him for ending up in said position. Those few times had been terrifying and often led to silent hand holding into the night.
The time apart began to pile up. Either you both were too busy for more than a brief break or to collapse into bed next to one another, sometimes with the other already asleep. It shouldn’t have been so shocking to you that the tensions in his shoulders was coming from the lack of intimate contact between you both. You knew that tension was also in your own shoulders and it showed in the way your fuse had shortened with some of the others. But there wasn’t anything the two of you could do about it. Not when the two of you were so busy.
Or, so you had thought.
“All alone?” Scott’s voice drew you from where you had been hunched over your desk. It was a smaller one compared to the winding desk Hank had managed to fix up for himself, but it served its purpose of piling up notes and books for you to review. Such as now. Scott wasn’t in the usual uniform that you were used to, a shocking appearance considering you were certain he had been busy in the Danger Room earlier coaching newer mutants through training. You had even seen one or two who managed to scrape themselves up pretty badly. He didn’t even have his visor on, instead replaced by the glasses he wore only when he was going out or relaxing just prior to bed. But the concept of relaxing felt so foreign to you both now that you almost didn’t believe it.
“I am,” You reclined back in the chair, feeling the pressure from your posture finally ease off. “Hank had to talk to Xavier about something, said it would take a while. I’m tasked with manning the fort.” You waved a hand out to the empty clinic.
“I see,” Scott’s tone sounded off when he spoke. This was only emphasized when he stepped in and looked back over his shoulder in that calculating way you knew he did. Unable to see his eyes you couldn’t exactly tell what he was looking at when he turned around, just that it was in the particular direction of the entrance and the rest of the empty clinic. You knew better than to question it. The way Scott’s mind worked had always been a mystery even to him, so you sometimes just let him do as he did. When he turned around, however, you found you were more inclined to not leave him alone when you caught the faintest twist up of a smirk. It wasn’t a smirk, exactly, but it was almost one and that was enough to peak your interest.
“Why? Need to see a doctor?” You teased him lightly. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to do this; to spit a few playful words at one another whenever you passed. Doing it recently without any relief, however, felt like torture some evenings, especially if you both just had enough time to almost think about it. This briefly felt like it was going to be one of those moments. The way his head tilted down and he gave into that growing smirk confirmed that passing thought.
“I think so.” He said. The tone he spoke in didn’t immediately give away that he was teasing you, but you were able to pick up just enough from the way he was acting that he was, in fact, teasing you. It was hard to pick out those signs. Most of it came from his body language; the way he carried himself. The way his head always angled down like he wanted it to be known he was looking only at you. Scott Summers was up to something and while you didn’t know what you knew it involved you. When he started to approach you his steps were almost predatory, spaced with an intentional slow speed to them, like he was trying to take his time and draw out how long it took for him to get to you. Already knowing something was up, you at least had the forethought to mark and close your opened books and stack your notes aside on the desk. Just as you rose he was upon you, hands finding the curve of your waist and bringing you right against him.
This wasn’t one of the usual ‘I care for you’ hugs Scott could give. This was a ‘I crave you’ hug. One you haven’t felt in a few days at least, when you both last tried to find a moment of peace before you had been interrupted by an emergency call from Hank. Your hands found a place against his chest and you cocked a brow up at him at the motion.
“Scott.” You spoke with a warning to it. While this wasn’t unwelcomed you were very much aware that at any point that door could open and anyone could walk right in. Neither of you were keen for someone to see you in such a moment. Scott had only recently gotten over his nerves when it came to showing you affection in front of the others. Didn’t help when the others threw a few teasing comments his way and made him clam up every time. The hands at your waist squeezed and you were pressed more firmly to his front, enough that now you had to tilt your head up to look at him.
“Hm?” He hummed, though there wasn’t much to say he was paying attention. Not when he had begun to maneuver you away from your desk and slowly towards one of the clinic beds. There was only six, considering you’ve never had more than six at a time to deal with, with the nearest one greeting you when your legs suddenly hit it. But Scott didn’t let you immediately fall against it, one hand curving to your back to keep you upright as your hands grasped at his shirt with a gasp. Your eyes were wide and his smirk turned into the softest grin. “What? You asked if I needed to see a doctor. And I very much do.”
Then, in a quick turn it was his back to the bed instead of your own, seating himself first at the edge before he shifted his grip on you to pull you after him. Some maneuvering brought you to his lap, where you were able to feel just what he meant by a doctor’s visit.
“Scott, here?” You asked, shock evident. Although you weren’t arguing ‘no’ in the case considering his erection was pressing in the right spot between your legs and through the thin pants you had worn that day, you were very aware of the risks this brought. It seemed that Scott was not only aware, but that he didn’t care as he turned the two of you with a kick of his leg. One was brought up to the bed, stretching out, then the other, and you were straddling his lap and lower stomach now with his hands traveling to grip at your thighs.
“Not completely,” He said and you were aware then that he was tugging at your thighs, urging you up higher. You wiggled to follow, only to be guided up higher with another squeeze and tug. Then higher. Then higher. “Consider this…a taste for tonight.”
“I thought you had a-oh!” Mentioning the meeting he was supposed to be a part of fell into a shocked gasp when Scott, impatient at your progress, suddenly jerked you up and above his face, looking exceptionally smug when he felt your knees rest aside his head. Those hands of his gave a reassuring squeeze when you had to quickly grab at the iron headboard to keep yourself from falling. You could definitely feel a heat in your cheeks and you knew you were blushing, something that Scott must have enjoyed as he just grinned further.
“Xavier was busy speaking to Hank, seems they might run later than either expected. So, the meeting isn’t until tomorrow.”
“Then why don’t we go up to-“ ‘Our room’ couldn’t even get out before you felt when his thumbs pressed at the crotch of your pants, bunching up the material in a pinched hold. You heard the rip of your pants before you felt his breath against your opening, a shocked sound blending into a gasp and you looked down at the man who normally valued caution over all. With your pants bunched between his fingertips and ripping further and further until you felt air against your ass, he looked anything but the cautious type. In fact, the grin he had and the way he was certainly looking up at you through the ruby lenses conveyed nothing but a mischief you didn’t expect from him.
“We will.” He whispered the words against your thigh. The heat of his breath and the brush of lips against your thigh made you jump against his hold, which tightened to keep you planted right against him. Just as his mouth opened and his tongue started to peak out did you try to voice some concerns.
“Scott, anyone could-oh, S-Scott, anyone could-.” You tried to disapprove. You truly did. But the moment you started to speak that sinful tongue of his curled and flicked between your folds and you were immediately arching and pressing into his mouth without second guessing it at all. Your thighs flexed against his head and he just grunted eagerly, tongue curling to swipe through once more. The next cry he drove from you was equally as breathless as the first but louder. Much louder. Loud enough that you brought your hand up to cover your mouth, eyes wide to watch as he pressed his open mouth completely against your cunt. It felt like he was trying to force as much into his mouth as possible, nose pressing firmly against your clit with enough pressure to have you whining softly into your own hand. When you wiggled as if to elevate the pressure his fingers dug in harsh enough to leave marks and he pulled you back against his mouth.
“Don’t care.” He rasped against you, just a beat of space between his mouth and your wet folds before he was diving back in with quicker motions than before. The immediate flow of pleasure felt like fire. Desire was flooding your veins, making your heart skip and speed without rhythm. One of your hands dropped to lace through his hair and effectively mess it up with a few tugs while the other was resting against his wrist. Certainly you were leaving marks on his arm, though you could just consider it payback for the marks he was leaving on your thighs from his grip. Every swipe of his tongue left you jerking, hips bucking forward just slight enough to keep bumping his nose into your clit. Scott suddenly pulled back, mouth shining with slick and spit, before he tilted up to latch onto your clit and suck, tongue slurping against it. Every muscle suddenly flexed and you were jerking at his hair without meaning to, thighs flexing and squeezing further against his head. He was grunting and shifting just slightly and you wondered if you looked back would you see how hard he was. Could he finish just from pleasuring you alone?
It wouldn’t have been the first time. Memories of the nights he’s kept you pinned to the bead taking orgasm after orgasm from you with his mouth as his hips bucked into the bed flashed through and you felt your hole clench on nothing. Your next moan echoed and you realized you didn’t care if anyone walked by or even walked in. Not when the sweat and heat was blending into one sinful ball of lust settling right into your stomach. The threat of it falling apart, that pressurized pull just edging on too much and not enough, had you completely rolling your hips. Grinding yourself against his face, both of your hands found his head and pulled him closer against you. His hands squeezed a little tighter, just enough to convey that he was enjoying this rougher treatment. You knew first hand that while Scott was the picture of a boy scout to some of the others, none of them could imagine just how rough Scott liked to be treated. A few scratches, the bruising grip, even the nasty bite on the shoulder occasionally drove this man absolutely wild and it was a secret you only got to know.
It didn’t help that when your thighs tightened around his head once more and your hands jerked on his hair as your orgasm started to peak that he whined the way he did, like he was desperate for more. Even as the pleasure finally started to double over and you felt when the first wave of shivers and your muscles locking up come crashing through, you felt the moment he raised himself off the bed. A single thrust in a way that he couldn’t contain as he continued to whine and whimper, tongue lapping through the orgasm as your clenched around nothing. His mouth worked in sloppy kisses against your cunt until you were pushing his head back and even then it took some work to get him off of you, which left him panting when he slumped back against the bed. His face was shining from the aftermath of your orgasm and you were certain your face was burning hot when you lowered yourself to his chest, shaking thighs unable to keep you held up for much longer.
The two of you just reclined there, attempting to catch your breath and fight through the shakes that followed. Scott’s hands finally disappeared to help catch you when he sat up, letting your limp body fall into his hold then his lap, when he could be felt hard and twitching against your exposed ass. But he didn’t immediately dive into another further, instead just holding you as he huffed softly against your shoulder, letting you shake into his chest.
“N…now to the room?” You finally asked. He laughed a soft laugh against your shoulder and held you just a little closer.
“Please.”