Redux
“This is the cleanest public bathroom I’ve ever seen in my life.” Todd says.
He watches the screen where Nightcrawler circa three years ago pins a shaggy dark haired man with at least two days of stubble and olive skin spattered in birthmarks up against a sink.
Kurt laughs from Tabby’s other side. “The director’s knew someone at a local dungeon. It’s an entire building built out with sets. Literally the only time I’d fuck in a club toilet sober.”
“Are you two gonna talk about boring shit this entire time?” Tabby says.
Then there’s a small, powerful hand tangling in the hair at the base of Todd’s neck, holding tight in that way that makes the skin all down his neck prickle. He hears Kurt make a soft gasp and assumes he’s getting the same treatment on the other side.
“I’ll be good.” Kurt says, his voice lilting in a tease.
“Same. Promise to restrict my decor comments to one per setting.” Todd says.
Tabby relaxes, sliding her fingers along the base of Todd’s skull. She pulls him up from where he’s resting on her shoulder into a deep, open mouthed kiss. He meets her heat with his own fire, sliding the tip of his tongue over hers. He hears a soft, appreciative sigh from Tabby's lap. Gold eyes are watching him with warm appreciation when he glances downward.
Tabby snorts as she catches Kurt's fond smile looking up at them.
"This is not the show you're meant to be watching." She says, tugging a curly lock of indigo hair.
"I like this show better." Kurt says.
"Pretty sure you need to see both shows to make that call, blue." Todd says, reaching down to stroke his fingers across a blue cheek.
Kurt leans into the touch, his eyes sliding shut with the same bliss as when Todd reached out in the club. Heat and wonder bloom in Todd’s chest at the open want in Kurt’s expression. It takes Tabby jostling him before he turns his attention back to the screen.
Kurt slides his palm against Pinch’s stomach, splaying his fingers wide across the soft warmth of his belly. Pinch shivers, though whether it's with anticipation or another round of giggles Kurt can’t be sure.
They’d both shown up early to the shoot, confident that it would take them at least fifteen minutes to get out their nervous laughter as the reality that, yes, they were about to have sex on camera, for fun and profit sunk in. A month ago when all the shoots were still being planned for this project, they’d hashed out the idea for this scene over beers in a dingy, mutant-run bar that had become their meeting place since they’d slipped free from Stryker. Pinch had waffled back and forth between the confident bravado Kurt had gotten used to from the two being sent out together on Weapon X missions where they’d been allowed to keep their minds somewhat intact, and the bashful shyness the brunette revealed when they used that narrow crack of freedom to steal kisses in alleyways and warehouses where they’d been commanded to await pick up.
Since their newfound freedom, Pinch had spent more than one occasion letting his hands roam as he imagined what Kurt’s husky growl might feel like in his ear Kurt spread him open, and what it might feel like to have an adoring audience for once instead of the searing clinical gaze of Stryker’s technicians all over him. Kurt had drained half his glass in one shot once Pinch described the scene he had in mind, before leaning across the table to kiss the shadow-powered mutant.
Now, on filming day, that eagerness to please was tempered by the awkwardness of reality. The bathroom set looked real, but the sound was strange, muted by insulation hidden under the faux tiles so the sounds of them fucking and groaning didn’t distort beyond all recognition. They’d gotten to know the film crew over the last couple weeks, and Kurt found himself surprised at how little their presence actually bothered him.
Kurt presses in close, turning his head so his lips ghost over the shell of one ear. Pinch gasps, and Kurt hears him adjusting his grip on the cool ceramic of the sink basin. He smiles, parting his lips, letting one sharp canine trace over the man’s ear. That was another part of Pinch’s fantasy: He wanted Kurt to make him say what he wanted out loud. To bully him a bit. A tiny worm of shame wriggled in Kurt’s stomach at how much he actually liked the idea of being mean, as long as he knew the other man wanted that meanness too.
“Tell me what you want.” He asks, letting his voice drop low.
Pinch shivers, biting back a smile. He glances at Kurt, expression coy, the same look he’d get whenever they found another loophole in the control collar’s restrictions, a shared secret mischief. That look sent a thrill through Kurt every time, and now he feels his dick twitch at that little quirk of Pinch’s lips as he sticks out his tongue.
Kurt smirks, the expression a sharp flash of white against deep blue. He pulls Pinch’s head back, making him arc up at an awkward angle as he presses, slow biting kisses up and down the other man’s tan neck, aiming for every spot he knows of that makes the other man whine and groan. Pinch shivers, but still says nothing, little gasps and moans stuttering out from his lips. His hands stay tight on the sink where Kurt placed them earlier. Kurt feels heat pool in his gut watching the way Pinch’s knuckles whiten when he sucks a particularly tender spot on the man’s shoulder.
The camera crew swings around them, turning to reveal the group of performers gathering near the bathroom doorway.
Kurt had wrung out the names of Pinch’s fantasy picks for this shoot with slow strokes of his hand down the front of the other mutant’s pants in the pub’s bathroom. They’d already gotten to meet the other performers in the video project over several planning meetings and hanging out afterwards to get to know each other a bit. Names in the open, the two had retreated back to a corner booth to talk strategically about who to approach with more level heads.
Kurt spares the five men in the doorway a glance as he leans over Pinch’s bare back, letting his hair brush along the length of the man’s spine as he trails his lips along his skin. He can smell them, even over the scent of his and Pinch’s arousal. Kurt can feel the five mutants’ eyes on them like a palpable weight.
“How long will you make them wait, schatz?” Kurt asks.
This time Kurt’s certain the little shudder Pinch gives beneath him has nothing to do with nervous laughter. Kurt fists his hand in Pinch's hair again, tugging his head up to look in the bathroom mirror.
It'd taken ten minutes to figure out staging for this shot that didn't catch the film crew, and Kurt has to bite back a laugh remembering the tech's bickering.
"You see them all there, don't you?" He asks, tilting his head towards the group of men who've made their way closer to them. Their hands roam over one another, but their eyes are glued to Pinch and Kurt.
Pinch lets out a shaky little gasp.
"They're waiting to watch me open you up. To see how many of my fingers you can take before I let them get their hands all on you." Kurt says, a tiny part of him marveling that he doesn't stutter over the words.
Kurt scrunches down into the sofa where he’s nestled into Tabby’s side. Watching himself on the TV feels surreal. He struggles to recognize himself in the smirking confident face that peers out at him from over Pinch’s shoulder as he strips the other man’s shirt off and plants a deep sucking bite there.
And is his voice. Does he always sound like he’s letting the person he’s talking to in on some secret joke? Is there some kind of special porn microphone the studio used for this? Can he somehow program his phone to make him sound this way all the time? Or would that get him in some kind of sex pervert trouble?
Tabby’s hand gently tangles in his hair and shakes his head, jostling him from his thoughts.
“Where did you go, blue?” She asks.
Kurt waffles between put out that she’s caught him and a warm fuzzy feeling over how she can catch him spinning out without him saying a word. He twists to look up at her, her face awash in warm light from the afternoon sun streaming past her curtains. A flicker of blue-green light from the TV catches in her hazel eyes. His eyes flick over to look at Todd where he’s nestled his head on top of Tabby’s, his arm slung around her shoulder. The amphibious mutant gives him a slow blink, red bleeding out into gold in his black eyes.
“My voice sounds weird.” He says, because his porno microphone theory feels too absurd to mention.
Tabby snorts like she’s heard his thoughts, flicking his curls in his face.
“Then you have a weird voice because that’s what you sound like all the time blue.” she says.
“I mean, you don’t sound like you’re about to give someone a hand job when you’re ordering a pizza, but overall, yeah, dawg, that you over there is this you right here.” Todd adds, reaching down to brush Kurt’s hair out of his face, only to sweep it right back in his eyes when the blue mutant sticks his tongue out at him.
“It threw me off for like a month when you came back our senior year.” Tabby says, “You always sounded good, but over that summer you went from ‘adorable Santa’s helper’ elf to ‘Lord of the rings extra that takes over every scene’ elf while still saying the same dorky things and my brain traffic jammed.”
Kurt makes a very dignified noise of indignation at that description, but Todd breaks in before he can say anything. The amphibious mutant's eyes are on the screen, expression searching.
"Did you two know each other before this?" Todd asks, "He looks familiar."
Kurt swallows, "We were neighbors at Stryler’s. Shared a cell wall."
Tabby goes stiff between them, her face slipping into that cool neutral mask she always got when something got under her skin. Kurt runs a hand up her side and notices Todd rubbing her shoulder gently with his thumb. They look at each other, and Kurt's sure his smile matches Todd's in it's grim amusement.
"What power set?" Todd asks.
Kurt's smirk slides into something more genuine. He gives Todd a coy look.
"He can make hands from shadows. Anywhere in a twenty foot range, though the closer they are to him the stronger their grip." Kurt says. "He made a handy thief."
Todd hums, his expression slipping into that familiar look he got before spouting off some nasty joke.
"Pinch." He says, the names meaning clicking. "Bet he can make a lot of use of that."
Tabby's relaxed again over the course of their back and forth, her hand in Kurt's hair petting gentle circles to match the ones she makes on Todd's thigh, right where his sleep shorts ride up one strong smooth leg.
"Oh, you'll get a visual demonstration soon enough." Tabby says and Kurt hums in agreement.
Pinch bites his lip, a giddy laugh slipping from him. He looks up at Kurt, scrunching his nose as he wriggles his hips, saying nothing.
“Have it your way then, I’m patient.” Kurt says.
Kurt’s tail winds a slow, writhing path along the man’s bare torso, both their shirts already discarded in the sink. It’s pointed tip teases the edge of Pinch’s jeans and the man groans. Kurt slides the tip halfway under the waistband, right above Pinch’s ass. The dark haired man whines, rocking his hips up. Kurt pulls his tail back. He tightens his hand in Pinch’s hair, splaying his other hand against the man’s chest as he leans over to growl, voice husky in his ear.
“We don’t get what we don’t ask for.” He says, sliding the hand in Pinch’s hair down to cup the man’s jaw, resting one finger against his lips.
Pinch parts his lips, running his tongue along the blue man’s finger, before pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Kurt hums, low and amused as if Pinch is a puppy stealing the blankets off the bed. He nuzzles his face against the man’s neck, he smells like sweat and the woodsy cologne he swears by. Kurt runs his lips along tender skin before biting hard. Pinch bucks back against Kurt, curling his spine up to try and press closer to the blue mutant, but Kurt arcs impossibly high up and away, laughing low in his throat. Pinch whines. Kurt pulls his finger from the man’s mouth, gently holding his jaw, letting his claws halfway extend.
“Tell me what you want, liebling.” He says.
Pinch caves this time.
“Open me up. Please open me up while they watch.” Pinch says.
Kurt’s smile is sharp against the man’s shoulder.
“Ask and you shall receive.” He says, tugging open and down the man’s jeans.
Todd hasn’t seen the blue mutant on screen since they were shitty teenagers snarling in each other’s faces in empty hallways and under bleachers.
It’s Nightcrawler on the TV, all barely held in tension and a deep, rolling growl beginning to drift in under words dripping with an unspoken “I know better than you do.” That tone that always made Todd’s eyes bleed red and had him surging, crashing into Kurt with his heart beating a tattoo of “fuck off, fuck off, fuck off” in his chest, a secondary pulse of “fuck me, fuck me fuck me” hiding beneath it that he’d only acknowledge late at night with his face buried in his pillow and fist between his legs in his room.
“Well this feels familiar.” Todd drawls.
He feels Kurt’s hand flinch against his bicep from where his arm is still stretched around Tabby to reach the amphibious mutant. Tabby shoots Todd the same look he received whenever he came bearing gossip he overheard because nobody bothers to look up at the fucking ceiling in a room before spilling their guts.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, hase.” Kurt says. “It is not as fun as it sounds.”
He sits up and presses a kiss to her hair. He rests his chin there, giving Todd that sorry look, like he’d crawl on hands and knees to take back whatever it is that’s pissed him off. That look still makes the amphibious mutant’s guts twist, the part of him suspicious of even the smallest hint of pity warring with the hungry eager part that’s floored at the thought someone might fight to keep in his good graces.
There’s a moan from the TV and Todd glances over to see a thick blue finger working its way into the tall, freckled man’s ass as Pinch clings to the sink, writhing.
“Sorry, forgot the commentary rule.” Todd says.
“Bullshitting about the scenery is restricted. This is not.” Tabby says, lowering the TV a bit.
She twists back to kiss along Kurt’s jaw. He swoons into the touch, but his eyes still search Todd’s face in the late afternoon light.
“We don’t have to watch this one, if it brings back bad memories.” Kurt says, his eyes taking on that look he gets when he’s deciding every less than benevolent thing he’s done is proof he’s the world’s worst asshole.
Todd rolls his eyes and huffs, dragging Kurt back against Tabby with a fist in his shirt.
“Imagine if I’d known your ‘get bent’ voice was actually your ‘bend over bitch’ voice all those years ago.” Todd drawls.
Kurt’s fur fluffs up next to him, expression radiating embarrassment. Tabby gives Todd a knowing look that asks the questions she already has the answers to but gets off on hearing him say aloud. Todd scrunches up his face and sticks the tip of his tongue out at her.
Then a low, keening groan comes from the TV and draws all their attention.
Pinch writhes beneath him, a raw keening howl pulling from his throat as Kurt works a finger inside him. The taller mutant’s already loose, slick with lube and Kurt’s grateful he insisted Pinch prep before the shoot. It’s standard practice anyway, but the blue mutant’s thick fingers don’t leave a lot of room between “getting started” and “fisting” and Kurt doesn’t want this to hurt. The way Pinch’s narrow hips twist around Kurt’s finger, a litany of moans and garbled curses falling from his lips, hurting seems like a very far away possibility. A part of him wants to keep working his hand inside the other mutant until he shakes apart beneath him, begging for Kurt to slide his dick in, but they have a schedule to maintain. He glances up at their audience as he sucks bruising kisses into Pinch’s shoulder.
He catches one of the men, Bull’s, eyes, the broad, horned mutant’s breath stutters as his brown eye’s lock on gold ones. The five watchers are clumped together in the doorway, a writhing tangle of hungry eyes that stare between long caresses and wet, open-mouthed kisses.
“I think you’re ready for them, aren’t you?” Kurt whispers in Pinch’s ear, running his tongue along the delicate rim.
Pinch rolls his head to look up at Kurt over his shoulder, eyes dropping to stare directly at their eager guests. He bites his lip and Kurt feels him twitch around his finger and he rasps a breathy yes. Kurt cups his cheek, tipping forward to catch those swollen lips in a deep slow kiss. He slides out slowly, swallowing the gasp that earns him. He pulls Pinch to standing and the taller man goes bonelessly with him, arms tangling around Kurt’s shoulders. He puts on the air of a kind of fuckdrunk Kurt’s only seen him show after stolen blowjobs in alleyways and one long beautiful afternoon in the first weeks they were both free, wiled away in Kurt’s bedroom. Kurt wonders where the line between playing for the camera and genuine desire blends for the other man.
The camera circles around them, and Kurt turns them both to face the eager men in the doorway, pressing Pinch’s bare back against his furred chest, splaying a hand wide over the man’s chest.
“Mein Herren, would you mind giving your shirts as a resting place for our lamm, here? We wouldn’t want his knees to bruise.” Kurt asks.
The group needs no more prompting than that, shirts rapidly divested and one of the shorter men, Glitch takes the time to loosely fold the five of them into a cushion a few feet in front of them, shooting Kurt a wide eyed wanting look that pulls a growl from his chest.
“See how eager they are to have your hands on them, schatz?” Kurt says as he steers Pinch to kneel, legs spread on the makeshift cushion. “Why don’t you oblige them?”
Pinch keens at his words, five shadowy hands rising from the floor and making quick work of five waistbands.
“You alright there, blue?” Tabby says, voice knowing.
Kurt shakes himself, aware he’s definitely made a noise aloud in response to Pinch’s breathy, keening moan on screen. His eyes flick away from the TV, roaming over the coffee table, littered with their half finished drinks and open snacks. A snort from Todd draws his eyes before he can stop himself. Tabby’s voice read him like a favorite song, but Todd’s eyes pick him apart like familiar graffiti on a bathroom wall. His lips twist into that smirk that says he’s found all your buttons and is about to play you like a piano. Kurt swallows.
“How many fights had you walking away with a tent in your pants, fuzz?” Todd says.
There’s a dare in the twist of his lips, but something uncertain lurking in those red gold eyes.
Tabby lowers the TV again. Kurt glances at her and stifles a giggle. Tabby looks up at him, eyes round with false innocence as she wobbles the remote between two fingers. Kurt hears Todd snort again.
“That last fight, before we stopped, was the one I am most ashamed of.” Kurt says, his voice soft as he makes himself meet Todd’s eyes. “You’d been up my ass all day. I don’t think I even meant to hit you when I slammed you into the lockers.”
Todd snorts, “Scared the shit out of those freshies. Thought for sure they’d rat on us.”
“It’s why I’d teleported.” Kurt says, “Then out in the back field, you still didn’t let up. Yelling in my face, rolling with me. You got me real good in the ribs with your fucking knee. Asshole.”
“And you still headbutted me in the fucking chin while you were wheezing.” Todd says, “My tongue was swollen the rest of the week from that, you shithead.”
“Considering it ached when I breathed for two weeks after that I am not particularly sorry.” Kurt says.
“You were ready to fucking smear me across the parking lot that day and just suddenly dropped it.” Todd says, his eyes running over Kurt’s face like the memory’s replaying.
He leaves the question unasked, Kurt hears it anyway. He slides a hand over his face, embarrassment burning his ears. He peeks between his fingers, eyes roaming over Tabby’s lap, where her hands idly spin the remote. He glances up at her. She smiles at him, expression loving, but gives a tiny shake of her head. No rescue then. He sucks in a deep breath before lifting his head to face Todd again.
“You moaned.” he says. “I bit you and you moaned and then all I wanted to do was bite you til you screamed, so I panicked and ran.”
Todd plunges into that moment, remembering the muggy heat of early May, the smell of grass and water from the drainage ditch at the edge of the school grounds. It rained last night and the moisture still clinging to the grass left their clothes stained and damp. Kurt writhed above him, snarling as Todd locked his shoulders and hips from behind. The blue mutant bucked like a wild horse, slamming Todd into soft ground beneath him, but the shorter boy stayed locked on tight.
Then he’d twisted, neck moving at an angle Todd dimly registered as ‘not normal’ before a burst of pain shot through his arm, strong jaws clamping on his bicep like a vice. A moan broke through the snarling stream of insults that flowed from his mouth like water. It shouldn’t have felt so good, that intense pressure radiating electricity all the way up to his neck. But it did. The pain set fire to the twisting ball of emotions and nameless wants that came to life whenever Todd looked at the other boy. A push pull that had him dogging the other mutant all day, pinching and prodding.
Those powerful jaws were gone as fast as they fastened on, leaving a pulsing imprint in their wake. Kurt twisted out of Todd’s limp grip. The amphibious mutant had only caught a glimpse of wide, panicked gold eyes through disheveled indigo waves before he was alone. Left with a cloud of smoke and hot shivering currents running through him.
Here in the now, Kurt’s looking at him like an apology is dying to claw its way out of him. Todd huffs, but Tabby breaks in before he says something he’ll probably regret.
“Sounds like it’ve been less of a thing if Todd had actually been up your ass that day.” Tabby says, breaking her silent vigil of their stroll down memory lane.
Kurt’s guilty expression shatters with surprised laughter, Todd cracking up right alongside him. The blue man looks away from them, eyes sweeping over the room. They land on the television, where one by one all five men cum in sudden sprays over Pinch’s bare chest as he keens. Todd wonders how much time actually took place between each cut to a cum shot. Kurt’s eyes flick away from the screen, fur fluffed up in that way it does when he’s embarrassed. His eyes slide back to Todd’s.
“Yeah, it probably would have.” Kurt admits, looking up at Todd through his lashes, and the next words out of Todd come straight from his dick.
“Want to have another go at it?” Todd asks, and feels Tabby’s delighted inhale behind him, can taste her arousal in the air around them.
The bashfulness slides off Kurt’s face hunger filling its place. He eyes Todd as if trying to find the joke. Todd keeps his gaze steady, a smirk tugging the edge of his lips. He dimly remembers Kurt’s sense of smell is at least as strong has Todd’s sense of taste. Right when Todd thinks he’s going to have to do more convincing, Kurt lunges.
The blue mutant throws himself across Tabby’s lap and she giggles, his hands fisting in Todd’s brown hair as he pulls him in close. The tightness of Kurt’s fingers twisting in his hair sends heat running down Todd’s neck. A moan slips out of his mouth. Kurt growls at the sound and Todd’s hands scrabble against the blue mutant’s back, dragging him closer. He’s dimly aware of Tabby’s giddy laughter as she pulls her legs out from between the two of them. Todd feels a slim hand cup one ass cheek and squeeze as a plush thigh bumps the back of his legs. Kurt gasps into his mouth, and Todd has bets about where Tabby’s other hand is. That hand gives him a push and he tumbles forward on his knees, hips colliding with Kurt’s in a way that makes them both groan.
Todd tips his head back to glance at Tabby and groans when the blue mutant takes that as an invitation to suck hard, bites followed by soft, open mouthed kisses along the tender skin of Todd’s neck. Tabby’s eyes are burning with that familiar mischievous fire when Todd finally drags his eyes open to look at her. Her hands have slid away from the two other mutants to pull up her loose tank top, leaving it bunched over her full sun freckled tits. She rolls her nipples between her fingers and Todd’s tongue flickers out of his mouth at the sight. Their arousal is so thick in the air the taste floods his mouth and nose and he groans, bucking his hips into Kurt’s. The blue mutant gives a whining growl at the contact and Todd’s attention snaps to him.
He pushes Kurt back, grabbing at the hem of the blue mutant’s shirt before the other man can even consider the shove a rejection. Kurt’s hands dart out to divest Todd of his own cut off muscle tank before the amphibious mutant has fully pulled off the blue mutant’s shirt and they get tangled up in a web of fabric and arms, nearly toppling off the couch. Tabby’s hands fist in their waistbands, yanking them back in a way that is less stabilizing and more wedgie inducing, providing Todd one more reason to get out of his sweats like yesterday.
“Want to go for a ride, blue?” He asks, sliding his hands down the back of Kurt’s shorts cupping the blue mutant’s firm ass with splayed palms. Kurt whines at the contact, bucking up into Todd’s hips.
“Oh fuck yes.” He says. Then his tail whips itself out of the slot cut for it in his shorts and yanks them down. They nearly capsize off the couch again, as Kurt once again attempts to multitask in the stripping department, hooking his hands in Todd’s waistband and pulling in a way that sends them both crashing down over Tabby, who swats at their shoulders while cackling. Kurt tilts his head up and his lips and teeth find one soft pink nipple and then he sucks as much of Tabby’s tit into his mouth as he can, jaw working in a way that hints at his tongue’s efforts. Tabby’s complaints cut off into a low moan that Todd swallows with a kiss, cupping her cheek with his palm. Tabby bites his lip and her small pink tongue darts into his mouth when he gasps. Her tongue slides against his, slick and firm and warm and he groans, running his nails down her bare shoulders in a way that makes her shiver and sigh.
A warm hand wraps around Todd’s dick, reminding him that his sweats are in fact barely hanging on around his thighs. He shifts to kick them off without breaking make out contact with Tabby, reaching down and shoving them away with one hand when they bunch around his knees. He grunts an apology when one webbed foot kicks against a firm blue thigh as he finally pulls himself free. Kurt gives an absent hum in response, mouth and hands not stopping their eager exploration of Tabby’s torso, roaming as if checking which of their familiar haunts still makes the explosive mutant gasp and shiver the most.
Tabby’s hand works over Todd in soft, featherlight strokes, wrapping around him and running up and over his dick before sliding off completely, the back of her knuckles running along his sensitive length as her hand drifts down to make its way back up again. It’s the motion she uses when she wants him dripping, entire body twitching and burning as he begs her to hold him tight, to sink onto him and swallow him up whole in the heat of her laugh. Todd whimpers into her mouth, the caress of his palms losing rhythm as he grips onto her shoulders. Tabby laughs, then gasps in the same thrilled way she used to when Lance let her drive his Jeep and she’d pull so fast into a turn the car would rock up on two wheels making everyone else screech. She was their best getaway driver, but Todd’s heart always jumped up into his throat when he heard that gasp wondering if she’d pull them through those turns. Years later, tangled up on Tabby’s green couch, his heart still thumps like a jackrabbit at that sound. He pulls away from the kiss to stare into glittering eyes smiling at him over kiss swollen lips. Tabby’s hand slides to a stop, cupping his dick in a way that makes him gasp and whine.
“Oh, Toddy, I hope you’re ready for blue, because blue is more than ready for you.” She says and Kurt gives a low, breathy groan, drawing Todd’s eyes to where Tabby’s other hand cups the blue mutant’s ass, fingers slipping under his tail to dip into the crevice there. She gives his tail a little tug and Kurt obligingly tips his hips up. And there, a glint of silver. Hard to catch at this angle but unmistakable. Todd’s dick jumps and Tabby giggles, pinning his hard cock back against his belly with a press of her palm.
“I like to be prepared.” Kurt says, sitting back a bit to look at the other two mutants without craning his neck.
“And were you preparing for Todd’s dick today?” Tabby asks.
“I mean, I have taken several of your dicks on multiple occasions too, hase. I like to stay open to possibilities.” Kurt says.
Todd swallows, his eyes drifting to the bin Tabby had dropped on the coffee table in front of them, pulling out several long, twisting forms whose shapes are intimately known to him and the familiar purple and black spandex of her harness. A bolt of heat shoots down his spine and he makes a mental note to prepare himself for multiple possibilities if they keep this up tomorrow.
“Well I think Todd’s got a possibility for your opening right here.” Tabby says shifting to give Todd one long firm stroke that pulls a moan out of him over his laughter. Kurt’s forehead presses to Todd’s stomach as he tilts under the weight of his own mirth, shooting the blond the same incredulous look he gave her whenever she slipped something past the adults back in the day. Tabby smirks at them both, unrepentant, before slapping Kurt square on one pert asscheek.
“This dick isn’t gonna ride itself, blue. You have a redo to get to.” She says. Kurt’s laugh turns deep and wicked in a way that curls like warm sweet smoke in Todd’s stomach. A strong three fingered hand wraps around Todd’s thigh and yanks and Todd finds himself splayed out on his back, utterly naked between the two half dressed mutants. He’s not alone is his nudity long. Tabby pops up into a crouch, flinging her shirt over the back of the sofa before plucking off her shorts, revealing dense blond curls and her swollen, slick cunt peeking out underneath them.
Todd’s mouth waters and he hears Kurt swallow in time with his own gulp. The blue mutant makes quick work of his own clothing then reaches down and slips the plug out from himself like every minute he waits to sink onto Todd’s dick is an unbearable injustice. Tabby flicks a hand toward the salmon pink waste bin Todd recognizes as her “toy bathtub” tucked at the edge of the couch and Kurt plunks the plug in there with barely a backward glance. He leans over Todd to kiss her, slow and deep as he accepts the condom and bottle of lube she passes him.
Tabby settles next to Todd’s head, draping one plush thigh across his chest a warm, pleasant weight. Her cunt is inches from his face, so close he can taste it when he pulls in a deep open-mouthed breath. But he can’t bring himself to turn away from the slow slide of blue lips over pink taking place over his head, content nestled down under the weight of them both, buoyed in their current as they rock against each other. Then they part and two pairs of burning eyes find his face and Todd’s dick twitches where it’s pressed against Kurt’s warm thigh. His thoughts fizzle under the heat of those stares, a frog caught between a hawk and a cat. Tabby’s face splits into that warm sharp smile she gives him when she knows he’s ready to crawl through fire if she asks him to. Kurt’s expression is familiar and alien at once, the same laser intensity he turned on Todd when the amphibious mutant yanked his tail in class or shot off a sharp, quick insult as they passed each other in the hallway, but there’s a deep burning hunger in the set of his lips, in the light of his eyes. Todd wonders if Kurt was always on the edge of devouring him barely held back under growled comebacks and hard fists.
“Well, come on cowboy. Let me give you a ride.” Todd says, proud his voice stays steady.
Kurt growls, his voice dropping down into that low register that drove Todd to push him further, longer, see what might happen if he went far enough. A strong blue hand slides the condom, firm and deliberate down Todd’s dick as those eyes burn into his, fangs showing as he snarls, “You’re the one in for a ride, little frosch.”
Then Kurt’s slicking him up and sliding onto him so fast Todd shouts, hands flying up to grip Tabby’s thighs. She sighs and shifts her legs wider. Todd takes it as an invitation, snaking his tongue into her folds, pressing into her as she tangles one hand in his hair and the other finds her clit. On-screen, Todd catches Kurt sliding into Pinch at the same time, the scene somehow transitioning to a classroom after the shadow mutant jacked off everyone else in the room. The part of Todd’s brain still able to crack wise notes how little narrative sense the scene shift makes, but then Kurt’s grinding on Todd’s dick like the world ends in ten minutes and he wants to go with a bang and Todd’s world narrows to his tongue in Tabby’s cunt and the tight heat of Kurt’s ass.
Kurt tips forward, biting and sucking his way up Todd’s chest and neck until his lips find the amphibious mutant’s, kissing Todd’s open mouth around his outstretched tongue. He sucks and licks his way along Todd’s tongue, the sensation intense and strange and somehow amazing in a way that makes Todd whine and buck up into Kurt’s hips. The blue mutant growls and presses Todd down into the couch, grinding insistently in a way that gives Todd no leverage. His mouth finds Tabby’s clit beneath her fingers and he rocks against Todd as their mouths work the blond mutant over.
Tabby gives a rasping groan, her hands tightening in Todd’s hair as she clenches around his tongue. He keens, her slick dripping over him, saturating his mouth with the sharp, salt musk taste of her. Tabby shudders against them and Kurt growls. He’s moving over Todd in slow, absent circles, like the amphibious mutant’s dick inside him is an afterthought as he sucks and licks at Tabby’s clit.
The slow pace makes fire churn in Todd’s stomach but keeps him from tipping completely over the edge. He throws his attention into scratching and stroking Tabby’s trembling thighs as he pumps his tongue into her, flexing the sinuous muscle so it rocks and pushes up against those spots in her that make her cry out like a bell. Her cries ring through Todd’s body, bouncing off every warm heavy point his body connects with hers, connects with Kurt’s, and filling him with shuddering ripples of heat. Each high gasping moan Tabby makes Kurt punctuates with a deeper growl, his tail winding and squeezing around Todd’s leg.
Kurt must catch her getting close when Todd does, because they double down at the same time. The blue mutant growls continuously above him, his chest vibrating against Todd’s. Tabby’s voice is a staccato of cut-off moans and slurred praises for the both of them above their heads, her fingers kneading Todd’s scalp as she eggs them on. Tabby’s leg presses against Todd’s chest like a steel bar as she cums, her back arching off the couch as she wails. Kurt loses his rhythm as she shouts above him, hips slamming down into Todd’s as he groans, clutching her hips to keep his face buried in her cunt as she rocks into them. Todd bucks up into him, his hands clamping down around Tabby’s thighs as a rasping cry spills from his lips. She’s the only thing he can taste, strong and heady as she presses in around him.
Tabby slumps forward over them as she comes down from her orgasm, legs twitching. Her hands relax in their hair, clenching fingers loosening and switching to slow, gentle strokes. Todd slips his tongue back into his mouth, tipping his head to kiss one warm soft thigh, catching Kurt doing the same thing to Tabby’s other leg, switching between blurry kisses and rubbing his face into her peachy skin. Tabby sighs above them and Todd’s breath catches at the warm tenderness in her eyes when he glances up at her. She scrunches her nose and smiles when she catches him looking, tugging his hair without force behind the gesture.
“You too gonna snuggle my legs all afternoon, or you gonna fuck each other?” She asks, her voice husky in a way that sends shivers down Todd’s back.
Kurt twists to peek up at her through dark lashes, a little smirk on the corners of his mouth, “Now you know I’m too greedy to accept I only get one of those things, schatz.”
“What, fuzz, you sit on my dick and lose all that fire the second you hit the base?” Todd asks, “What happened to showing me a ride?”
Kurt’s eyes snap to his face and Todd sees the tender embers there flare back into a blaze. Kurt bares a fang at him in a silent snarl. Tabby barely pulls back from the two of them, before Kurt’s on him, mouth pressing to his like a fist to the ribs. Todd catches a faint rattle coming from the coffee table as Tabby grabs for her toybox, but then Kurt makes that little huffy growl that always set his teeth on edge in school and Todd matches the blue mutant’s kiss jerking upwards to tangle webbed hands in dark indigo curls. Grinding on Todd’s dick is no longer an afterthought for the blue mutant. His hips churn like he’s trying to drag Todd’s soul from him cock-first.
“You can’t help yourself from getting the last word can you?” Kurt says voice ragged as his nails run hard lines down Todd’s back “Nothing makes that mouth stop running.”
Todd jerks Kurt’s head back, teeth digging into the tender skin of a muscled blue shoulder, uncaring about the velvety fur matting under his tongue. Kurt groans at the bite and Todd sucks hard until the blue man’s voice ratchets up into a keen. One hand latches onto a furred hip and Todd shifts to get leverage, bracing his feet to fuck himself up into the blue mutant. Kurt snarls the way he used to when Todd locked the blue mutant’s shoulders in one of their grappling fights. He bears down harder into Todd, surging to meet the amphibious mutant’s pace without hesitation. He grips the couch cushions with his feet, using the leverage to pull himself down. His tail comes up, the spade pressing to Todd’s lips, demanding entrance.
“You’re a snotty fucking know-it-all that throws a shitfit whenever someone questions who died and made you god.” Todd snarls, turning and wrapping his tongue around the blue mutant’s tail, pulling it into his mouth and sucking in a way that rips another growl from Kurt’s throat.
The blue mutant fists a hand in Todd’s hair pulling his head to the side as his teeth go straight for the soft skin under his jaw. He presses sloppy, sucking bites everywhere he can reach, lingering in the places where his attention makes Todd scream and whine most. He pulls his tail from Todd’s mouth and the amphibious mutant groans when he feels that long limb slide down his side slipping under one thigh to find the crack of his ass and press teasing circles at his entrance. Something catches fire inside him at using spit like they're still dirty brats wrestling behind the bleachers instead of making use of the billion different lube options Tabby has because she’s a mad sex scientist. He feels Kurt’s smile like a knife against his throat, solidifying that the blue mutant knew exactly what he was doing with that choice.
“You’re a brat who does the opposite of what anyone tells him, solely because you live to spite.” Kurt growls as he licks into Todd’s ear.
A groan punches out of Todd as that tail barely pushes into him, pulsing there at his entrance. Kurt’s wrapped around him, a hand fisted in his hair as he keeps biting and kissing everywhere he can reach, other arm around Todd’s waist like a steel band, nails running circles that shift between barely skimming his skin and pressing so deep they nearly break skin, the sensation so deliciously intense sparks burst along Todd’s side. His breath is ragged against the blue man’s shoulder as he rubs his forehead into his neck, licking and biting along the soft skin there, lingering wherever a caress makes the blue mutant’s hips stutter against him. One hand is plastered against Kurt’s back, nails digging in hard. The other finds the base of Kurt’s tail thumb rubbing the sensitive skin on the underside as his fingers muss the fur of the blue man’s lower back.
“I want to watch your face when you finally run out of jabs to spit.” Kurt pants, “I want to fuck the spite out of you so you can’t help but cum in me you want it so bad.”
Todd snarls, the sound twisting into a hungry laugh that makes the blue mutant shudder against him. He tips his head back to lick up the edge of one delicate ear, and Kurt mewls, twitching like the sound was an accident. “Oh blue, I’m not the only one wanting this bad.” He growls, “We’re going down together.”
Todd darts out his tongue, slicking his hand like they’re still dirty brats wrestling behind the bleachers as he leans back and locks eyes with Kurt. The blue mutant’s answering moan speaks to nearly a decade of unfulfilled desire given wings. Then Todd’s fisting Kurt’s dick. The blue mutant’s dripping, hard enough that it has to ache, and he nearly screams at Todd’s touch. It takes a moment to match his hand to the pace of their hips but Todd finds the rhythm and feels himself smile with the same giddy energy he gets when he’s elbow deep in a machine with the firepower to blow right up in his face and take the whole building with him.
“I want to feel you come apart on me blue.” Todd growls, “I want to know what you look like when my dick breaks the last shred of smugness out of you.”
Kurt snarls into his face, nails digging hard into Todd’s back, “You first, I want to ride you til you scream for me.”
“Then stop running your mouth and use those teeth for something useful.” Todd snaps. Kurt is on him before he can finish the sentence, and Todd feels more than hears the moan that falls out of the man like a prayer as his teeth connect with the tender skin of his shoulder. He pulses the bite, sending ripples of beautiful throbbing heat that cascade down’ Todd’s shoulder along his back. Todd’s nails rake hard down Kurt’s back. He wouldn’t be able to say which of them came first under interrogation, but seconds apart they’re both shuddering and screaming loud enough Todd wonders if Tabby’s gonna get a noise complaint tomorrow.
Kurt wraps himself even tighter around Todd as he cums, breaking the bite to press frantic sloppy kisses along the amphibious mutant’s neck and shoulders as garbled praise spills out of his mouth. Todd’s dimly aware he’s babbling just as much, hands sweeping erratically along the blue mutant’s back and sides, face pressed into dark curls. They slump together in a panting, shivering heap as the wave rides through them, tipping so they’re half sitting half lying on the couch. Todd considers that they probably should have thrown a blanket over the cushions before they started this viewing, but figures Tabby probably picked a sofa that’s easy clean given her proclivities.
He blinks open his eyes before he realizes he even closed them, tilting his head back to look at Tabby upside down where she’s sprawled on the end of the couch. He’d fallen completely into dismantling Kurt and hadn’t noticed that somewhere along the way the blond mutant had started fucking herself with a shimmering purple dildo, a wand vibrating on her clit. She’s still rocking between the two toys, movements unhurried and loose in a way that speaks to this probably being her third or fourth orgasm over the course of he and Kurt’s tryst. Todd watches her with sluggish appreciation, brain and body too wrung out for proper lust to flare again just yet. Dimly he thinks Tabby could become the richest person in the world overnight if he broadcast this moment up in Times Square with a link to her porn clips, but the traffic incidents would be absolutely devastating. Kurt sighs dreamily on top of him, implying similar thoughts as he watches Tabby.
Kurt reaches out a hand to her and she leans into his touch, letting the two men catch her as she falls against them. She’s a soft weight between them, rocking herself slowly into a rolling orgasm as their hands wander over her, gentle and unhurried in their own post-orgasm haze. Tabby barely tenses, a soft low hum slipping from her lips as she cums. Kurt nuzzles into her hair as she breathes through it, Todd kissing her temple and shoulder. She slumps back against them and the room is filled with the sounds of their breathing, lit by the fading afternoon light and the glow of the DVD menu rotating from the TV, the porn scene having ended sometime in the midst of theirs beginning.
“Enjoy the show?” Kurt asks, his voice blurred and drowsy next to Todd’s ear.
Tabby hums, tipping her head to slant a satisfied, lazy look over to them, “Enjoy getting out all that repressed teenage aggression?”
Todd feels more than hears Kurt’s laugh, “I don’t know that we got all of it. But for today, yes.” A small fire blooms in Todd’s stomach, a warm promise of a future blaze at the idea of clashing against Kurt again, snarling as that rich voice growls and whines in his ear. He sucks his teeth as a grin stretches across his face.
“For sure gonna need a couple more sessions” Todd says, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through the damp fur of Kurt’s neck, smiling when the blue mutant sighs and leans into the touch, “You’re not the only one who's spent years dreaming of a ride.”
Kurt’s laugh is nearly a purr as full blue lips find his ear, “I’d hate to leave your dreams unfulfilled.”