Rating: NC-17 Overall
Additional Pairings: Lance/Kitty, one-sided Todd/Lance, future others
Summary: The last little bit of scene 11, which was too long to post in one go. See here for the rest.
Disclaimer: Closest-thing-to-bishounen-America's-got Kurt and the lovely and amazing Toad-Boy belong to Marvel, the I think WB, and probably bunches of other wonderful peoples. So do anyone else mentioned herein. I don't own them, I'm just a klepto who intends no harm and will return them when I'm done. Please dun hurt me.
Sighing, he shuffles to the other side of the room and plops himself beside Kurt, decidedly avoiding the fact that the other boy's still quite naked. Or trying to avoid it, at least. If his eyes happen to travel down south a bit, it ain't his fault. "I dunno, man.. You could always," he pauses. Could always what? Leave this plush mansion where you have everything you could possibly ever need or want and come stay at a run-down boarding house where you're lucky if there's a can of beans in the cupboard? Yeah, right. "..I dunno." Another sigh. He fixes his eyes on the floor, idly picking at the carpet as he realizes they don't really have many options at all. "This really fucking sucks, yo."
"No kidding," Kurt says, his voice quiet. The warmth of Todd's sudden presence at his side is a welcomed distraction, if only briefly, soothing his fraying nerves. He leans into it with a sigh that only wavers ever so slightly, reassured by the simple fact of the boy being there. Somehow it's so much easier when there's someone else, someone to worry over and care for and try to protect. Easier to take care of others, to fear for them, than to deal with your fears alone. A thought strikes him, a dangerous step along that path his mind was traveling. "I just wish we could..." the moment he realizes the words are out he clamps his mouth shut, hard enough that the impact of his teeth pains his gums. It's a miracle and then some that Todd's even here now, there's no way in hell he'd be willing...
"Wish we could what?" Todd asks, regarding Kurt with questioning eyes.
No way in hell..."Forget it, it's...it's nothing." Todd's warmth still feels so good against his side, so comforting and supportive; the thought that it'll be gone in a matter of minutes, replaced by perhaps the hardest thing he'll ever have to do...Kurt leans away from the boy, just slightly. The longer the contact lasts, the harder it'll be when it's gone, right? If only it wouldn't go, if Todd wouldn't go...
"C'mon, man, I hate it when people do that." Todd nudges the other boy with his shoulder, once again trying to ignore the fact that Kurt is just sitting there, in the nude, doing absolutely nothing to remedy that fact. Instead, he focuses more on the feel of fur tickling his bare arm; it's a rather nice feeling, so he nudges the boy again. "Just spit it out, yo."
Kurt hesitates. Well, he did ask for it...He regards Todd for a moment; there's no chance he'd agree, but...it's not like he's got anything to lose, right? Todd says no, Kurt goes off to face his doom, nothing changes.
And maybe...just maybe...
"I just, eh...I kinda wish I didn't have to do this alone. You know?" he whispers, keeping his eyes trained on Todd's and hoping he doesn't look -too- desperate.
Todd blinks. And then blinks again. "Wh.. uhh.." He scrunches his brow, head cocked to the side as he studies Kurt with a bewildered gaze. "You askin' me to.. with you.. with THEM?!" He hops to his feet suddenly, shirts falling to the floor, forgotten. "I ain't fucking goin' NEAR Mr. Edward Scissor Claws in there, man! You nuts?! As if me comin' here ain't reason enough for him to go ballistic, you wanna piss him off by bringing me to your little meeting uninvited?"
Yeah, just about what Kurt was expecting. He winces at the rising volume of Todd's voice, a small part of him panicking over the thought that someone might hear, but he's too busy trying to calm Todd down to care. Now that it's out, he's becoming increasingly convinced that this is the only way he'll be able to handle the rest of the night, and an urgency is building in the pit of his stomach, a clawing need to keep Todd with him. If only he can make Todd see it...Taking a deep breath, steeling himself, he gets slowly to his feet (and is suddenly reminded of his current state of undress but, well, now's not exactly the time to worry about that).
"You wouldn't have anything to worry about, Todd, really," he starts, struggling to keep his voice calm while his mind is saying 'God, I hope I sound more sure than I am.' He stubbornly maintains their eye contact, gambling on how pathetic he surely looks tipping the scales a bit. "The Professor would never attack you if you didn't strike first, he's not like that. And he'd keep Logan in check, he always does. Even if he doesn't, well, there's one advantage to dating a teleporter, ja?" He smiles weakly, spreading his hands in a hopefully reassuring manner.
Todd's angry countenance falters somewhat at the word 'dating;' he's been meaning to ask what he and Kurt are, what the nature of their relationship is exactly, but he supposes that's his answer right there. Dating? Wow. He'll have to remember to dwell on that later, but for now, there are other pressing matters to attend to. Like a softly smiling Kurt standing naked in front of him, just begging to be kissed and fondled and sucked and fuc--
No, wait. That isn't right.
Oh yeah, meeting with Baldy and the Slash-happy Hunter, a.k.a. Suicide 101. Folding his arms, Todd glares, trying to look pissed off, trying not to give in, but the hopefulness in Kurt's smile, the pleading look on his face.. ah, fuck. Todd drops his arms to the side and sighs, gaze softening, though he tries to mantain an angry disposition. "I hate you." He leans over to retrieve the rest of his clothes and quickly throws on each shirt, looking a rumpled mess by the time he's done. Giving Kurt a (hopefully discreet) once-over, he turns away and folds his arms once more. "Put some fucking pants on before I jump you, man."
Between the blush burning his cheeks and the smile trying it's best to hit his ears, Kurt's face is aching pleasantly. Snatching one of his shirts off the dresser, he 'ports over to the bed, grabbing his pants and hurriedly pulling them on. Relief flooding through him, making him feel almost light-headed, he bounds over to Todd, shirt hanging forgotten in one hand. Flinging his arms around the boy's neck, he leans back, grinning at his rumpled clothes and messy hair, and leans in for a quick kiss. "You won't regret this, man! Besides, you have just as much right to be there. A relationship takes two people, I'm not alone in this; they won't have anything to complain about."
Rolling his eyes, Todd groans, unable to help the tiny smile that tugs at his lips. Almost of their own accord, his arms snake around Kurt's waist, drawing the other boy a little closer as he, too, leans in for a kiss.. though his is much less quick and much more ravenous, taking a brief moment to gently nip at Kurt's bottom lip before pulling away. Locking eyes, his smile widens despite the negative thoughts running through his head: /Won't have anything to complain about? Right./ "Whatever, yo." Another kiss, short and sweet this time. "We'll see."
Whoo! Two more scenes and then it's OVER. BWAHAHAHA.
..well, sorta. hee