sEx ScEnE wE aRe ChRiStIaN
Scott sighed, as he walked into his last class for the day. He had been deadly sleep deprived, and felt like going back to him and Peter’s dorm to sleep.
His face brightened a bit when he saw the silver-haired male, sauntering up to the booth-like desk and sliding into his usual spot beside him.
He gave Peter a peck on the cheek, settling closer into his side. Peter grinned, hand seizing Scott’s knee.
“Hey, Scotty, you look tired,” He hummed, Scott giving a curt nod.
“Yeah, I am,” He murmured back, as Professor Xavier walked into the classroom.
He went into discussion, though Scott didn’t pay any attention to the lecture. He instead stared at the desk, going over the pros and cons of pushing his glasses down and vaporizing it then and there.
He noticed Peter’s hand had moved up his thigh, but said nothing.
He shivered and bit his lip when Peter ran his pinkie over his inner thigh, though. He sent the silver-cladded male a glare, him just responding with a smirk as he continued to run his hand over his inner thigh.
Scott kept on sending him glares, now trying to focus on the lesson, but to no use. He was gnawing on his pencil, keeping himself from moaning as Peter’s hand moved up to his groin.
He began to palm Scott through his jeans, the younger tightly gripping his pencil and tapping his foot as he felt himself slowly becoming hard, much to Peter’s amusement.
A whimper passed his lips, but he covered it with a cough as Peter grinned. He pulled his hand up to his face, tightly biting his- well, Peter’s- sweater sleeve as the older continued his work.
He silently prayed Charles couldn’t hear his thoughts.
Scott was starting to have enough, shooting his hand into the air.
“Yes, Scott?” Charles looked at the red-faced male.
“M-may I use the bathroom?” He asked, pulling Peter’s sweatshirt down past his thighs. Peter smirked devilishly, as he knew exactly where Scott was actually going.
Scott didn’t grab his bag, knowing Peter would take it back to their room for him. He scurried out with a blush, Peter checking out his ass as he did so.
Peter let a minute pass, before Charles was turned to the board. He zoomed out of the room, no trace of him leaving but the breeze that made a few papers flutter.
He had to create a diversion- he ran into the kitchen that belonged to his dads and their friends, seeing Erik plug in the toaster oven. He grinned, knowing how much his father hated the device, yet always tried to use it.
He quickly unplugged it, taking notice of what Erik was trying to put into it- A can of soup?
Better than last week’s attempt of a chocolate bar, though.
He ran out as he soon heard a yell, and the crunch of metal. In less than a second, he was back in his seat, nobody noticing his disappearance.
He slowly counted in his head.
5
4
3
2
1-
The door swung open, Erik walking in with a disgruntled ball of metal floating in front of him, debris occasionally falling from it.
“Charles! The fucking toaster oven!” Erik yelped, Charles turning to look at him.
“Watch your language in front of the kids, Erik- what happened?” He asked, as Erik began to explain. Peter grabbed him and Scott’s bags, rushing out of the room.
He was at him and Scott’s door in a second, pushing it open.
Once he did, he was greeted by Scott laying on Peter’s bed, massaging himself through his jeans. His shirt was disposed of, he was letting out quiet whimpers, and his glasses had been replaced by the contacts Hank made.
Scott immediately noticed Peter’s presence as Peter shut the door, locking it.
He smirked, biting his bottom lip and winking at the male, lightly arching his back. A bead of sweat fell down his temple, Peter feeling as though he could just climax at the sight.
Peter could feel himself grow at the view, a grin still on his lips as Scott continued to pleasure himself.
“Oh, Tro,” He moaned out, staring dead at Peter, who was already pulling off his shirt as he approached the brunette.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Peter grinned, pulling Scott’s hand off of his erection. Scott whimpered, but smiled up at him when he replaced Scott’s hand with his own.
“Please do so,” Scott begged, as Peter crawled between his legs. He connected their lips, before pushing his tongue past Scott’s as he unbuttoned Scott’s jeans.
Scott moaned into his mouth as Peter pulled Scott’s pants off, wrapping his legs tightly around Peter’s waist. The males hand faltered, instead rubbing their groins against each other to create friction.
He continued to grind against him, leaving Scott panting into Peter’s mouth.
“Peter, please,” He breathed out, against his lips. Peter kissed the side of his mouth, panting a bit as well as he kissed down his jaw and over his neck.
“Please what?” He asked, reconnecting their lips in hope he could get Scott panting more.
“God, please just fuck me, Peter. I need you,” He moaned into his mouth, Peter grinning.
“Of course, Lyubit’,” He said, leaning over his lover and reaching into the drawer, pulling out lube and a condom.
Scott was still panting under him, whining when Peter swatted his hand away from touching himself.
“Not yet,” He winked, pulling his own pants down, taking the boxers with.
Scott bit his lip at the sight of Peter, even though he’d seen him so many times.
Precum was evident through Scott’s gray boxers, which Peter quickly pulled off, throwing them somewhere across the room.
He let out a whimper when Peter began to stroke him gently, clenching his legs tighter around Peter’s back.
Peter grinned, soon taking his hand away to stretch him out.
It took little time for Peter to finish preparations, pulling a condom over his shaft and lining it up with Scott’s entrance.
Scott swallowed thickly, his pink lips hanging open as he squirmed his hips down, wanting Peter so badly.
Peter gave him a chaste kiss, before pushing in. Scott let out a long moan, fisting the sheets and trying to sink further onto Peter.
Peter pushed in deeper, Scott continuing his whimpers under him.
Once he was fully in, he leaned down to Scott’s ear.
“I’m gonna make you scream by the end of this, Love,” He placed a kiss under his ear, Scott shivering and nodding.
To be honest, he loved it when Peter got more dominant on him. Never was it too rough, he was always gentle with him, but he loved it when Peter didn’t hold himself back.
He tried to keep his pace slow, not wanting to hurt the younger with his abilities. Scott was moaning lightly, still needing more.
“Faster,” He requested, Peter nodding and starting to go faster.
He gripped Scott’s tiny waist in his hands, pulling all the way out before pushing back in. Suddenly, Scott’s back arched and a loud moan erupted from the back of his throat.
“O-Oh my God, Peter, right there!” He whimpered, pulling his fingernails down his back.
It stung, but Peter didn’t mind; he loved the marks left on his back that stayed there for days, drawing his memory back to Scott and what they had done at all times.
He also loved the marks he gave Scott, and suddenly felt the need to give him one. He leaned down to the male’s neck, starting with a nibble before sucking and biting harshly, wanting to leave a deep mark.
As he did this, he continued to hit Scott’s prostate, the male moaning loudly with each thrust.
He pulled back, satisfied with the big purple mark he’d left on his neck that just about everyone would see.
He felt his thrusts pick up in speed, though he was still scared to hurt Scott.
Suddenly, Scott gripped his arm. “Don’t hold back, Peter,” He commanded, and Peter grinned.
His thrusts continued in momentum, speeding up quickly. That was one of his favourite things- to see Scott’s face as he did this.
Scott’s pupils were suddenly dilated and there was sweat falling from his face and a few tears slipped down his red cheeks. He was moaning so, so, loudly with each thrust, and there was a string of drool that had fallen down his chin as his mouth was stuck hanging open.
His eyes would occasionally close, before they opened back up as Peter went almost as fast as he could go. Scott’s pink lips were wide open, and suddenly Peter was wiping the string of saliva off of his chin before giving him a long kiss.
When he pulled back, Scott was so out of it and he loved it so much.
His eyes were fogged, and his voice was raising and Peter knew he was right.
Scott would scream by the end of it.
“Piet, oh my God!” He yelled, back arching as the male continued to slam into him.
“God fuck, Peter, fuck,” He screamed, clawing at his back again.
Peter loved every second that he watched Scott while he fucked him. It was his favourite show, and he could watch it for hours.
After yelling more, Scott was soon quiet, now letting out little pants and whimpers as Peter continued his sloppy movements.
He was suddenly moving his hips against Peter’s, his eyes foggy and lost. He tightened against Peter, and the boy already knew.
“Peter- Peter, I’m gonna-” He couldn’t finish his sentence before a string of semen shot out of his member, hitting his own chest, as well as Peter’s. A loud moan had escaped his lips with it, as he threw his head back and arched his back.
And the sight, oh the sight, it drove Peter over the edge.
“God damn it, Scotty,” He moaned, his movements turning messy and uneven.
He felt the pit in his stomach, before it erupted. The warm liquid filled Scott, and after a few more thrusts to ride out the high, Peter pulled out.
He fell on top of Scott, pulling off the condom and throwing it in the general direction of the garbage can, not exactly caring if it made it in.
“I love you,” He murmured, moving more comfortably so Scott was laying on him instead.
“I love you too, ‘Silver,” He kissed his chest, tiredly. Peter pulled him closer, kissing his head.
“I’m sorry if you have trouble walking, Love,” Peter mumbled, letting Scott curl up against him.
“Mm, it’s okay, I’m content right here,” He hummed, Peter chuckling.
“But don’t play with me during class- next time, tell me to go to the bathroom or something,” He murmured, Peter letting out a snort.
“No promises- got us here, though, am I wrong?” He joked, Scott just humming in response.
Soon, a soft snore erupted from the boys pink lips, Peter chuckling and flicking off the light, dozing off as well.