Wolverine's New Mutants

The Blackbird soared through the skies, zipping through the clouds silently. Logan sat in the co-pilot chair and flipped through the dossiers of the remaining kids. He had nothing but time until their next stop and if his only choices to pass the time were between talking to Scott and reading up on these kids, he’d happily choose the latter. He kicked his legs up, his heels resting on the edge of the console as he leaned back in his chair.

“Watch your feet,” Scott warned, but Logan didn’t even acknowledge him. He just continued thumbing through the pages. They all came from different parts of the world, different backgrounds, different upbringings, different ages. Some of them already seemed to have good handles on their gifts. By the looks of it, Stefan was the most inexperienced, which was a shame given the potential scope of his gifts.

“You think they’re gonna gel?” Logan asked Scott. Even though he had his personal issues with Scott, the rigid man was a treasure trove of wisdom when it came to team organization and tactics. To his annoyance, Scott was a great leader and knew how to bring the best out of his teammates, and the worst as well.

“It might be a bit of a struggle at first, but once they hit the field, I think it’ll click. Nothing bonds a group like having to fight for each other’s lives,” Scott replied.

“If they make it that far.”

“You shouldn’t be thinking like that, Logan. We’re their teachers. We have to believe in their success.”

“I ain’t the blind optimism type.”

“Neither am I,” Scott told him. “They all have field experience already, so the hard part is already done.”

“What Stefan went through ain’t field experience. It’s a tragedy.”

“I was referring to today’s encounter,” Scott corrected Logan. He turned his head to look back at the cabin where Stefan was still resting. “He’s been holding up well for losing so many people close to him.”

“He’s been on the run. It hasn’t sunk in yet,” Logan said. “Once he gets back to the school, it’s gonna hit him like a truck.” Scott shifted his gaze to Logan and Logan huffed. The brawny man didn’t have to see his peer’s eyes to know he was pitying him at this moment.

“Charles picked a good team,” Scott reassured him.

“And he’s got us,” Logan added. He saw the grimace and furrowed brows on Scott’s face, which made him smirk. Scott turned away and focused his attention back on flying the jet.

“We’re gonna land in Seoul in a few minutes. You keep the jet ready to go. I’ll take point this time so we don’t shed anymore blood,” Scott told him.

“Surprised you’re leaving me alone with the kid,” Logan teased.

“You’re right. I’ll stay here with Stefan and you’ll go get the next recruit,” Scott said. Logan chuckled at Scott’s quick audible. He really didn’t trust him to be alone with Stefan for even a second. Both men buckled up as the jet started its descent.

They parted through the clouds until they saw the bustling city of Seoul. They docked on top of a residential area just outside the city center. Logan unclipped his seatbelt and took one last glance through the file. “Park Jaehyun. His address is there. Lives with his mom. Dad passed away. And whatever you do, try not to kill anyone this time,” Scott told him. Logan didn’t respond. He just tossed the dossiers onto the console and headed towards the cabin.

He slipped on his leather jacket as he stepped into the cabin, which, along with his jeans, was still splattered with dried blood from his fight in Vancouver. Stefan was curled up on one of the chairs in that skin tight X-Men uniform, snoring quietly. He deserved a good rest. Poor kid had been sleeping on the ground for who knows how long. The jet whirred as the steps unfolded themselves onto the roof, causing the blonde teen to stir.

Stefan wiped his eyes, shielding them at the same time to block the sun coming in through the opening in the jet. The light perfectly illuminated Wolverine, giving him an aura that was almost angelic. It was a silly thought. Logan had more in common with a demon than an angel, but Stefan’s eyes widened at the momentary image. He did save his life, so Logan was very much his knight in shining armour.

“Are we there already?” Stefan asked as he sat up.

“No. Korea. We got other misfits to pick up before we head back,” Logan told him.

“Oh, okay,” Stefan said as he got up.

“Whoa, kid. Sit back down. This ain’t gonna take long. You should relax.”

“I’m okay, I swear. Can I come along? I’ve never been to Korea before.”

“You’ll stick out in that,” Logan said, looking the teen over, who was clad in one of their tight X-Men uniforms. He made no effort to hide his eyes scanning his body and lingering on that thick ass. Stefan blushed at Logan’s brashness. He didn’t cover himself up or tell Logan to stop, but he didn’t make any advances himself.

“It couldn’t be any worse than walking around in a jacket with dried blood on it,” Stefan mentioned. Logan chuckled at the observation.

“Got me there,” Logan said. He looked back at the cockpit and smirked. “Alright, kid. Let’s go. But when Slim chews me out, you better speak up.” Stefan nodded and followed Logan as they stepped off the jet and onto the roof. They made their way through the building and onto the streets.

It was just after 12 when they arrived. The city streets were bustling and alive. Stefan stayed close to Logan as they walked down the sidewalk, unable to keep his head still. It kept swiveling back and forth, taking in all the colours and beauty of the city. The buildings were so tall, but there was so much greenery. And there were so many signs. It reminded him of Robson Street on a much grander scale. The streets were narrower than what he was used to, but it didn’t detract from the sights.

Logan kept his vision focused forward, but he could see the kid taking in his surroundings. Seeing Stefan so wide-eyed at the city brought warmth to Logan’s old, grizzled heart. He was envious and cautious for him. The blonde teen still had such an innocence about him, something that disappeared faster for mutants than it did for others. It was a rarity for someone to still maintain that level of purity after going through what Stefan had. It made Logan crack a slight smile. It was good for Stefan to soak it all in while he could and he hoped he wouldn’t get as jaded as himself once he realized how much more evil the world could get.

They continued walking through the streets, drawing attention from the passersby. Stefan didn’t mind the stares at first. He expected as much being a strangely dressed foreigner, but soon, it started to unnerve him. He moved closer to Logan, who seemed unbothered by all the looks coming their way. Even the way Logan navigated the streets, he didn’t show a shred of self-doubt. “Have you been here before?” Stefan asked.

“A few times. Never for long though. Mostly doing stuff like this.”

“Oh. It’s like you know the streets like the back of your hand.”

“Got the address on my phone,” Logan revealed. Stefan felt like an idiot for not even considering that. “Plus, I can smell him.”

“You can? But I thought you'd never met him before?”

“I haven’t,” Logan replied. “But he smells different than everyone else.”

“Do mutants just smell different?” Stefan asked.

“Sort of,” Logan said. “Humans share a lot of similarities to their scents. Of course there are differences, but mutants usually have certain aspects to their scents. There’s usually a more specific stress or worry to their scent that I pick up on. Once I find that, I can lock onto it pretty easily.” Stefan was in awe of the explanation. He obviously knew that there were mutants out there with enhanced senses, but to smell emotions? His face turned red as a realization hit him. Could that mean he could smell arousal?

“So, you can smell what someone is feeling?”

“Kinda,” Logan said. He flashed a slight smirk at Stefan, which made the teen’s heart race. “Especially easy with teens, since you guys can’t control your emotions for shit.”

“So, you know–”

“We’re here,” Logan said, cutting him off. They turned the corner and found themselves in front of an apartment building. Stefan walked a couple steps behind Logan, naively thinking that being a few more inches away than he’d been for their entire walk would somehow make it harder for Logan to pick up on his growing crush on him.

They climbed the staircase to the top of the five-storey building, each floor looking identical to the last. There was nothing remarkable about the building. It wasn’t rundown, but it wasn’t luxurious. It was perfectly unnotable. The walls were a drab gray, but the floors were clean. It seemed almost out of place to Stefan, who had seen so much colour on his walk over.

Logan stopped in front of unit 508 and knocked, Stefan waiting patiently behind him. A couple seconds went by and nothing. Logan knocked again, and again, no one answered. Logan growled and stepped closer to the door, bracing his shoulder against it. “Open up, kid. I know you’re in there. I can smell you,” Logan told him. Still, no response. “Come on, kid. I ain’t got all day.”

“We’re not gonna hurt you!” Stefan piped up. Logan turned his head to Stefan, glaring at him. Stefan felt like he’d messed up and overstepped. But then, they heard footsteps. Logan backed away from the door as the lock clicked. It opened up, revealing a lean, toned, tattooed Asian teen in a black sleeveless tee, black basketball shorts and a large katana on his hip.

“Come in,” the Asian teen said, leaving the door open as he retreated back into his home. Stefan followed Logan inside, closing the door behind him. It was a small apartment without much natural light. Whatever bit of sun that could get in was blocked by curtains, leaving the place dimly lit. They made their way down a narrow hallway, passing the kitchen and entering a small living area, where there were no couches or chairs.

Instead, there was a big cork board on the wall with tons of papers and notes pinned on it. In front of the board was the Asian teen and another Asian teen that was identical to him, down to the way he was dressed. They were about the same height as Logan and both had their black hair up in a short ponytail. From the back, Stefan saw tattoos all along both teen’s arms and on their upper back that led up to their neck. The tattoos were identical as well.

“I didn’t think they’d ever want me to join the X-Men,” the teen on the left said.

“You do know what I’ve done, right?” The teen on the right asked. Both of them turned around to reveal that there was no difference between them. Stefan had never seen twins who looked more alike. Even the way their bangs framed their face and the rings on their fingers were exactly the same.

“We’ve taken in people with sketchier backgrounds. We know better than anyone that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive,” Logan told him.

“I see,” the teen on the left replied. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to decline, for now.”

“Because of this?” Logan asked, looking at the corkboard. He took a few steps forward and scanned it. There were photos of different locations, newspaper clippings, printed out articles and all sorts of other documents. “Who you chasing down?”

“The man who killed my father,” the teen on the right answered.

“At least, the one who wielded the sword. I’m still a bit unclear as to who gave the order. Hoping to find that out,” said the teen on the left.

“I’m sorry,” Stefan said.

“It’s fine. It was a decade ago,” the twin on the left replied. “Haven’t seen you on TV before.”

“He’s one of you,” Logan told him. “A recruit.”

“Stefan,” the blonde teen said, extending his hand to the teen on the left.

“JP, or Jae,” the teen on the right said, shaking Stefan’s hand, which made the blonde raise an eyebrow.

“What’s your power? Do you guys have the same one?” Stefan asked. He got his answer as more copies of the Asian teen appeared, surrounding Logan and Stefan. Then, in an instant, they disappeared, leaving just one of them standing in front of Stefan. “Whoa. That is cool.”

“Thanks,” Jae replied, smiling at the blonde. “Wish I could join you, but the trail gets cold on these guys fast. If I don’t follow up, I could lose their tracks forever.” Logan continued skimming over the documents on the corkboard. That’s when he saw a familiar symbol: a bloody handprint.

“Kid, I suggest you come back with us. These people you’ve been fighting, they’re trouble,” Logan told him as his nose twitched.

“You know about them?” Jae asked.

“I think you’re about to be acquainted with them too. Stefan, back,” Logan commanded. Stefan listened and stepped into a corner of the room as Logan and Jae looked towards the door. He blinked and suddenly, there were over ten copies of Jae along the perimeter of the living area. Logan extended his claws and dug in his feet, bracing himself.

The door burst off its hinges and slammed against the floor. Three of Jae’s copies lined up in the hallway. A dagger flew down the hall, going through the copies and landing in a fourth copy’s head, pinning him to the wall. Blood dripped from the wound on his forehead. “Jae!” Stefan cried out.

“I’m fine. I’m here,” Jae said, still standing to Logan’s right. The copy pinned to the wall disappeared, but the blood remained. Then, in a matter of seconds, another copy reappeared in front of the wall. Stefan looked on in confusion, wondering just what Jae’s powers were, but he was jolted out of his thoughts when another copy flew through the air and landed at the feet of a copy standing in the middle of the room.

Four ninjas sprinted down the hallway, the copies unable to do anything to stop them as they just passed through them. “Shit. They know,” Jae cursed to himself. All of the clones disappeared, only for two more to appear, one on each side of Jae as the ninjas rushed into the room. They drew their weapons, each brandishing a katana similar to the one Jae had. Just as they raised their weapons, Jae, his copies and Logan rushed the ninjas.

Metallic clanging filled the air as Jae’s katanas collided with the ninja’s weapons. Logan claws slashed through his opponent’s weapon and he lunged at him, only for the ninja to dodge his attack. Logan just kept pressing forward, the small living room making it easy to corner the ninja. He swiped at him again, forcing the ninja up against the wall. Logan pinned his body to the wall with his own. The ninja tried to break free, stabbing Logan. His sword pierced Logan’s flesh, but broke as soon as it came in contact with his skeleton. Logan growled, but didn’t move, keeping the ninja pinned.

Because of the closeness of their bodies, the ninja couldn’t find an angle to pull his sword free and he couldn’t muster enough strength to push Logan’s adamantium-filled body away. He squirmed and gasped as Logan thrust his claws right through the ninja’s gut and into the wall. He moved his arm up a few centimeters, slicing up the ninja’s insides, before retracting his hand.

Jae wasn’t fairing as well against the ninjas. He couldn’t land a hit on the ninjas and the small space made it clumsy to maneuver. One of the copies lunged at their opponent, only for the ninja to parry the attack and lop off his head. Blood spurted from his neck like a rampant fountain. It splattered onto the real Jae’s face, breaking his focus. He dropped his guard for a second, long enough to look at his decapitated clone, but it was also long enough for his opponent to lunge at him with a katana.

“Jae!” Stefan shouted as he held out his hands. Jae’s head whipped back towards his opponent and looked down, waiting to feel the cold steel of the ninja’s blade in his guts. Instead, he watched as a small, glimmering pink panel appeared in front of his stomach. The blade pushed into the panel, sliding all the way to the hilt, but not coming out the other side. Instead, when the ninja pulled the hilt back, the blade was gone, leaving the ninja with just a handle.

The panel shattered and Jae snapped back into action, stepping forward and slicing down with his katana, bisecting the ninja in front of him, covering himself in the blood of his enemy. He sheathed his weapon as he watched the remaining ninjas back away. Jae’s clones disappeared, only for three of them to reappear once more, all of them covered in blood like Jae. The ninjas sheathed their weapons, which aggravated both Logan and Jae.

“You started this fight,” Logan growled.

“Now, finish it,” Jae followed up. Logan, Jae and his copies lunged at the remaining ninjas, with Logan and Jae focusing on one and his copies ganging up on the other. The first ninja parried Jae’s attack, but got Logan’s claws through his neck. The other ninja tried to dodge the clones, but with three swords coming at him, he stood no chance. He was pinned to the wall, a katana in his chest, one arm and one leg sliced off on the floor beneath him.

With the fight finished, Jae recalled his clones and dropped to one knee, panting heavily. Logan caught him and Stefan rushed over, wrapping his arm around the Asian teen in case he needed help standing up. “I’m not used to making that many tangible,” Jae explained.

“Can you walk?” Logan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good, ‘cause we need to get out of here,” Logan said.

“You said you knew them?” Jae asked.

“The Hand,” Logan answered as he snapped a couple pictures of the corkboard. “Group of mystical ninjas. Bunch of stubborn bastards. Really dangerous too. You’re lucky that you got some of the ones that weren’t so mystical.”

“And that you guys came knocking,” Jae said, wincing as Stefan helped him onto his feet. “Thanks for the assist,” he told Stefan, who nodded at him.

“No problem. Just glad I could help,” Stefan told him. It sounded more noble than it was. He meant it quite literally. He still didn’t have much control over his powers, so he was happy that whatever he managed to do actually did help.

“We gotta move,” Logan said as he walked down the hallway and out the door. Stefan helped Jae along, walking at a snail’s pace. Jae grabbed a purple windbreaker from the closet, trying to cover up as much of the blood as possible. Logan sniffed the air and gazed out the windows, keeping a lookout for any reinforcements.

“What about the bodies? Your family?” Stefan asked as both of them exited the apartment.

“The Hand will retrieve them before the police get here. We gotta leave before they show up,” Logan explained.

“And I was here alone. My mom’s back in San Francisco. I guess I’ll give her a call once we get to safety,” Jae said.

The trio stepped out onto the streets and headed back towards the jet. Despite his best attempts, the jacket wasn’t enough to deter attention from passersby. He was still using Stefan as a crutch to walk and Logan was still covered in blood. To anyone who looked concerned enough to approach them, Jae explained that it was paint. It wasn’t the best excuse, but it was enough to ensure no one asked more questions.

After a block, Jae was able to walk by himself, albeit with some wincing and grunting. Logan stayed in front of them, but he had slowed down and his posture was more relaxed. As ballsy as they were for attacking in broad daylight, the Hand would have to be stupid to attack in public since staying out of the public consciousness was important to them.

“So, where are you guys taking me?” Jae asked.

“New York,” Logan answered.

“New York?” Stefan and Jae both said, only to look at each other in surprise.

“You guys expecting somewhere else?”

“I always thought you’d have your own private island or something,” Stefan said.

“We did. A couple times. Kind of. Long story.”

“Did you not ask where you were going?” Jae asked Stefan.

“They told me a school.”

“Yeah. A school that’ll teach you how to control and improve your abilities,” Logan said.

“That does sound better,” Jae said. “So, it’s like the ROTC for the X-Men.”

“Or the cadets?” Stefan added.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it,” Logan said.

“What’s the other?” Jae asked.

“Saving your life.”

“Fair enough,” Jae replied as they reached an intersection. Everyone was looking at them, but no one tried to engage, which was good. Stefan found himself staring at Jae, specifically the tattoos crawling up his neck.

“So, uh, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s with all the ink?” Stefan asked.

“I like them.”

“Do they mean anything?”

“Some of them do, some of them don’t.” Jae rolled up the sleeve on his left arm. The tail of a massive red dragon wrapped around his wrist with water splashing along the underside. Sitting on the water, standing alongside the dragon was a three-storey pagoda. “This is the temple my father and I used to visit all the time when we lived in Chungbuk.” He then pulled down the collar to expose more of his neck, showing off a constellation of two identical female portraits. “This one’s just because I’m a gemini.” He held out his right hand and raised his index finger, which had the outline of Florida between the first and second knuckle. “And this one’s because I lost a bet. So, it’s a spectrum.”

“That’s so cool. Maybe not the Florida one,” Stefan joked, making Jae laugh.

“You have any?”

“Oh, no. I’ve been wanting to get one though.”

“We should grab one when we get to New York.”

“You’re gonna need my permission,” Logan said from the front.

“I don’t think that’ll be a hard sell,’ Jae said, smirking at Stefan.

“I guess you sort of are our guardian now,” Stefan said as he came to that realization.

“Better not start callin’ me Daddy.” Logan teased as he looked back at Stefan, who turned red. Logan smirked and turned his attention forward. Jae raised an eyebrow as he saw how flushed Stefan got. Before he could ask the blonde teen a question about what he just witnessed, they entered another building, which meant he didn’t have the ambient noise of the city to drown out the possibility of Logan overhearing them.

Instead, he just climbed the stairs with Stefan and Logan to the roof, where there was…nothing? But then, a pair of stairs unfolded onto the ground, revealing a climbable hole in the Korean panorama. He followed Stefan and Logan onto the jet, his head looking left to right as he took in the interior of the Blackbird. “I know. It’s cool, right?” Stefan told him.

“We’re back,” Logan announced as he walked into the cockpit.

“I told you, Stefan was gonna stay here with– Oh, for– You can’t be serious.” Scott groaned as he turned around to see Logan covered in blood again. “Again? Again? How did you find more bodies to stab?”

“I’m sorry, Cyclops. That was my fault,” Jae said, stepping forward. “Park–”

“Jaehyun. I know. I read your file,” Scott said as he looked at the blood-covered teen. He sighed and stuck out his hand. “Sorry. What was supposed to be two simple recruitments has turned into two bloodbaths. I apologize for my curtness.”

“I understand,” Jae said, shaking Scott’s hand. “But Logan isn’t at fault. They were after me.”

“More cops?” Scott asked.

“The Hand,” Logan replied. Scott immediately turned his attention to Logan, who had his phone out. He swiped through the photos of the corkboard. Scott crossed his arms and put his head in his hand. “They killed his father and he’s been going on a bit of a revenge spree looking for his dad’s killer.”

“Well, you’ll be safe at the Institute, so you won’t have to worry about them,” Scott said.

“Will you be able to help me find the killer?” Jae asked.

“I’m not sure if we can guarantee–”

“Yeah,” Logan said. He felt Scott looking at him, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the resolve he saw in Jae’s eyes.

“You guys should buckle up. We’re gonna take off shortly. Hopefully, it won’t be another situation where blood will be spilled,” Scott said. The teens nodded and walked back to the cabin. Scott walked over to the pilot’s seat and started up the engines. “I’m taking point in the next recruitment.”

“Go ahead,” Logan said, smirking as he sat down in the co-pilot’s seat.

“I swear, it’s a secondary mutation of yours to just find trouble wherever you go.”

“Just be happy I got there when I did both times.”

“I am. That’s part of the aggravation. That what should have been easy recruitments have turned into battles.” Logan could see the pain on Scott’s face. As much as he loathed the man, he had a sense of justice that he respected immensely. He understood the plight and the mission better than anyone: that mutants were always gonna have to fight for a better future. That they were always going to be hunted and ostracized solely for existing. “Thanks,” Scott said begrudgingly.

“Don’t thank me yet. I plan on fucking that kid,” Logan stated as he watched Stefan walk to the cabin, taking in that big, bubble butt in that tight super suit.

Stefan and Jae sat down in the cabin, sitting across from each other. The seats rumbled as the engines ignited. Stefan was ready to lean back and close his eyes, but Jae spoke up. “I thought they’d get along better, but they’re oil and water, huh.” Stefan peeked his head out, looking down the hallway as the jet took off.

“Yeah,” Stefan admitted. “But they both mean well, just in different ways. Scott–”

“Scott?”

“Oh, um, Cyclops. His name’s Scott.”

“And Wolverine?”

“Logan.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Scott is more by-the-book, I think. And Logan is more–”

“Horny?” Jae asked, making Stefan blush.

“I guess that’s one way of putting it.”

“How long have you known them?”

“A couple of hours?”

“Would’ve thought it was like, at least a couple weeks with how hard Wolverine was eye fucking you,” Jae said. Suddenly, he was cognizant he was still in a tight spandex suit and he crossed his arms, trying to cover himself up, making Jae laugh. “What was that daddy comment about?”

“What do you mean?”

“Wolverine said don’t call him Daddy or he wants you to call him Daddy or something. What was that?”

“I wish I knew,” Stefan sighed.

“He was hitting on you.”

“I know that much.”

“So, what’s causing the confusion?” Jae asked as the jet leveled out. Stefan sighed and uncrossed his arms. It was a question he didn’t have an answer to. “Do you like him?”

“Yeah.”

“And you think he’s hot?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna fuck him?” Jae asked. Stefan blushed fiercely again. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. How was he supposed to explain that he was crushing on a man he’d only known for hours?

“Maybe not fuck, but like, it would be nice to share a bed with him,” Stefan confessed. “He told me I have a nice cock and nice ass.”

“After only a couple hours? Guess he doesn’t really strike me as someone who takes his time,” Jae thought out loud.

“He even, um, slapped it.” Stefan couldn’t keep the slight smile from appearing on his face as he recalled that moment, especially the effect it had on his body. “I thought maybe he just talked like that with everyone, but he didn’t really do that with you.”

“We were kinda busy.”

“That’s true.”

“You don’t have a lot of experience, do you?

“Is it that easy to tell?

“Looking at you, no. Talking to you, yes,” Jae said, which made Stefan slump in his chair. “It’s not a big deal. Your first time is gonna suck. Everyone’s first time sucks.”

“I know. I’m just–”

“Overthinking it,” Jae told him. “You laid out the facts earlier. You think he’s sexy, he clearly finds you hot, that’s all you need to know. So, don’t overcomplicate things.” Stefan stared at Jae blankly, and Jae chuckled because he knew Stefan was lost in his thoughts again. “My bad if I’m being too blunt, but last thing you wanna do is miss the boat because you waited too long.”

“No, no. I get it. It’s just, I’ve never really talked about my crushes before. Like, ones on dudes.” Jae’s eyes widened at Stefan’s admission.

“Shit. I’m sorry, dude. I just thought– I mean, you’re like a textbook twink,” Jae said, gesturing to Stefan’s body. “That doesn’t change anything. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Stefan said, smiling softly at Jae. It was oddly comforting to see him react that way. “I mean, I guess I wasn’t technically out, but everyone kind of figured? It was sort of an open secret.”

“So, what have you done?”

“I made out with a couple guys, rubbed each other through the jeans, but never more than that.”

“Got it, got it. You’re jumping into the deep end with Wolverine.”

“That’s sort of what I’m scared of. His body count is probably in the thousands and I, well, you know.”

“I’ll tell you right now, experience doesn’t always make a difference. Some of the best fucks I’ve had were with dudes who hadn’t done much. What matters most is the connection and communicating. Just let him know how you feel and I’m sure he’ll do the same.”

“I feel like that’s easier said than done,” Stefan said.

“Do you wanna practice now then?”

“What?”

“Do you wanna make out?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Jae said. “Like I said, it doesn’t have to be complicated. I’m telling you I’d be down for kissing you. If you’re down for kissing me, what else do we need to talk about?” Stefan blushed again at Jae’s bluntness. When he laid it out so plainly like that, Stefan understood that he may be putting more stock into the situation than warranted.

“Okay,” Stefan replied, shifting in his seat. Stefan was intimidated and he gulped as Jae got up from his seat, slipped off his windbreaker and walked over to him. Jae was very attractive and he had a cool swagger to him that was definitely helped by all his tattoos. He gazed at the Asian teen as he sat down in the blonde’s lap, straddling it. Jae smiled at him as he draped his arms over his shoulders.

“Just relax, okay? This is about fun, nothing else. Just remember to communicate. If you’re not enjoying it or if you like it, let me know,” Jae told him. Stefan nodded as he looked up at Jae. He watched Jae lean in and closed his eyes as they kissed. Stefan was rigid at first, his body tense from all the nerves. But then, Jae cupped his cheek, stroking it gently. It felt nice and helped Stefan relax. His shoulders dropped as he started kissing back gently.

Stefan was expecting Jae to be a bit more aggressive. He was so forward and expected that to translate to how he was sexually, but Jae was taking his time and Stefan really appreciated it. They kissed for a couple moments before Jae made his first move. He gently grabbed Stefan’s hand and moved it to his hips. Stefan moved his other hand to the side of Jae’s hips, softly caressing them as they continued to kiss.

“Where do you like being touched?” Jae asked.

“I…don’t really know,” Stefan replied. Jae smiled and pecked his blonde teammate on the lips quickly. He moved a hand to Stefan’s chest and rubbed it slowly through the uniform.

“How’s that feel?”

“Nice,” Stefan replied.

“Good. You cool if we use tongue?” Jae asked. Stefan nodded as Jae kissed him again. This time, Stefan parted his lips and let Jae’s tongue slip into his mouth. Stefan couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped his lips as their tongues danced. Jae’s tongue was much more agile, exploring Stefan’s mouth as the inexperienced teen did his best to keep up. Eventually, Jae slowed down, stroking Stefan’s tongue with his own appendage, teaching the blonde how he liked to kiss.

It felt amazing. Stefan’s body reacted accordingly, getting hard, his clothed bulge pressing up against Jae’s ass. He squirmed a bit in his seat, trying to get comfortable and trying to avoid pushing up into Jae too much. Jae broke the kiss and chuckled at Stefan. “Sorry,” Stefan apologized.

“I’m not laughing because you’re hard. Well, I guess I am,” he confessed. “But because it’s like you’re trying to make me not feel it. It’s all part of the fun,” Jae told him. “Just let yourself get hard. It’s hot,” he advised as he pressed his ass down on Stefan’s bulge, making the blonde moan louder.

Jae smirked as he leaned in and kissed Stefan again. He groaned as Stefan kissed him with more fire. It seemed like Stefan was finally thinking less with his brain and more with his cock, which Jae enjoyed very much. His cock tented in his shorts, rubbing up against Stefan’s stomach as he rolled his hips, grinding against Stefan’s crotch. It made the blonde break the kiss to cry out in pleasure. “Mm. You like that?” Jae asked teasingly.

“Y-Yeah,” Stefan replied, rolling his hips to meet Jae. He even started bucking lightly into him, groaning at the friction of his tight latex-clad erection rubbing against Jae’s ass. Their lips were smacking faster and louder, neither of them really trying to dampen their cries of pleasure. Neither of them realized how much they needed to unwind like this, and now that the sensations were rolling through their bodies, they had no intention of stopping.

“Logan,” Scott said sternly, glaring at the gruff male.

“He wants it bad. I can smell it from here,” Logan said, his nose twitching from the scent of Stefan’s arousal…and Jae’s? His ears perked up when he heard gentle moaning and smirked when he realized what was going on. He was gonna like these kids a lot. “Less than an hour and already making out. Charles knows how to pick ‘em,” he thought to himself.

“He’s still a kid.”

“Gimme a break, Slim. You tellin’ me you weren’t fuckin’ around at 16?” Logan asked, the bulge growing in his pants as the pheromones from the teens’ combined arousals grew stronger.

“With other 16-year-olds.”

“You tellin’ me you wouldn’t have fucked a milf if you had the chance?” Scott’s silence spoke volumes. As much as Scott wanted to say no, he wasn’t a fan of lying. “The kid’s been through a lot. I’m not gonna treat him like some slut.” Scott glared at Logan and was surprised by the sternness on his face. There was no smirk or sly smile. As much as he disagreed with Logan’s ways, maybe this was his way of showing the kid he cared. But then, in his peripherals, he saw the outline of Logan’s cock practically throbbing.

“And don’t worry. By the time you finally cave and end up naked wrestling with him, I’ll make sure he’s got lots of experience.” Scott sighed, wondering why he thought this lewd tiger could change his stripes. “Maybe let Jae in on the fun too. That kid needs some real stress relief.”

And almost as if on cue, the moans of their new recruits reached Scott’s ears. He gave them the benefit of doubt, thinking maybe it was just an effortful grunt, but the wishful thinking quickly dissipated as it became obvious that the teens were, well, being horny teens. “So, you’re just gonna fuck all the recruits?” Scott asked, doing his best to ignore the kids and keep to the conversation at hand.

“If he wants it, I’m not gonna say no. And it seems like he does,” Logan said, looking down the hallway to the cabin. Scott looked as well. Neither of them could see the teens, but he knew what was going on in Logan’s head. He shifted his attention back to him.

“Don’t.”

“The kid can clone himself. Imagine having one on your dick, another on your nuts, tongue down another one’s throat,” Logan said, growling as he readjusted his erection. Scott scoffed and turned away, which made Logan smirk. He knew the righteous Scott would never truly entertain the idea, but he considered it a victory when he smelled Scott’s cock stiffening. So, instead of marching to the cabin and letting those boys have it, he widened his stance in his seat to give his erection some room in his jeans to breathe.

The moaning from the cabin got louder and Logan smiled. He was happy those kids were having their fun, not just because it meant they’d be more open to eventually adding him into the mix, but because they deserved it. Both teens needed stress relief. They had been through a lot today and earned a couple hours of just being boys with raging hormones instead of fugitives and assassins.

He watched as Scott kept his attention on the sky in front of them, trying to make it seem like he was focused on navigating, but Logan saw right through it. The burly male looked forward as well and idly groped his fat cock through his jeans. It only took a few minutes of the kids moaning and Logan sending his own signals via his groping for Scott’s facade to falter.

In the side of his vision, Logan saw Scott shift in his seat. And then after a couple more minutes, he shifted again. And just moments later, he adjusted his position again. Then nothing for a while before he shifted again, widening his legs and manspreading. And finally, as the boys continued to moan, he caught Scott’s hand slipping below his waist to readjust his cock through his pants. Part of Logan didn’t believe that Scott would ever succumb to his urges, but now, it seemed like an inevitability. All he wondered now was how long it’d take.