I stand under the tree, soft grass cooling my bare feet. Yellow sun pours down, sails slowly through blue sky. I walk, shade my eyes with my hand. I see nothing for miles, just this one tree and rolling hills out to the horizon. I hold a rake in my hand, but the leaves cling to the tree, green and fresh. I shake the tree and an apple hits me on the head. Picking it up, I bite through red skin to white flesh, grimace at the acid tartness.
I reach down, then, grab a bunch of feathery stems, pull them from the wet black earth, brush off the orange root. Professor Xavier takes the carrot from me just as I raise it to my mouth. He bites it in half.
"Hello, Scott," he says. He balances on his hands beside his empty chair, feet in the air and silk tie trailing on the ground. "My legs don't work so I walk on my hands."
"I dream, Professor." I watch change fall from his pockets and I make a wish.
"Why don't you sit down and tell me about your dream?"
The chair rolls up behind me and I sit. "I hold the leaves on the tree. I keep the sun from setting."
Bobby skates up, hockey stick in hand. "Ready for the game, Mr Summers?"
I open my hand and my stick is gone.
"Are you cold, Mr Summers?" Bobby takes off his shirt, his pants, stands there naked. "I'm cold."
I zip up my parka, wrap my scarf around my neck, pull on gloves so tight I can barely flex my fingers.
Frost silvers Bobby's hair, gilds his chest and arms, rimes his calves and thighs. It thickens, covering him like sweet icing on a wedding cake. Bobby and the Professor grab each other's ankles.
"My legs don't work so I roll," Xavier says and together they tumble down the hill, slowly, gracefully.
My legs don't work so I fly. I fly, I lift, I soar, but still in the chair. I can't get out. The sun slips down to the horizon. I pull it back but it resists me. It starts to set, filling the air with streaks of rose and plum. The chair won't turn. The clouds burn crimson, the sun sinks into fire. I fly into the scarlet sky and know I'm going to wake. Through the ruby heart of the sun and I'm waking now, there's no place like home, falling upwards, wake up now Scott.
I'm awake. It's dark. I don't know if my eyes are open.
You're with her in the dark. She reaches out for you and you take her in your arms. You're naked and so is she. She smells so good, like sunlight, like ripe fruit, you'd know her anywhere. You slide one hand along her flank, over the curve of her hip, into the small of her back. She takes your face in her hands, scrapes her palms against your stubble, runs her tongue over your lower lip.
I want you, she says, in a voice I never heard before, her breath hot on your face. She kisses you, open mouth, teeth pulling at your lips, hands up into your hair. You kiss her back and the inside of your mouth is warm, your lips softer than hers.
Her leg slides between yours, you move your hand to her breast, hold the weight, learn the shape, feel the nipple hard against your palm. She's still kissing you, drinking you, gasping. You're touching her, memorising contours, details, fingerprints. She likes it.
She takes your hand, draws it up between her thighs, gets your fingers wet. She likes that too, moves against you. Takes your hand again, pulls it up, smears it across your mouth so you can taste her. Sucks you clean again, finger by slow finger. She's not afraid of you. Maybe she likes the danger. Maybe she wants to be hurt.
You don't hurt her. You press your body close to hers, chest against her breasts, cock hard against her soft belly. She's ready for you, her hands are on your back, her mouth is on your neck.
Turn over, Jean, you tell her. She does. She never asked me for this, never offered. Your hands are on her thighs, her buttocks. She opens up for you, how can she? and takes you in. Too deep, how can she? She likes it. You're thrusting, too hard. She says your name. She wants it harder. The headboard bangs against the wall. Too fast. Too loud. She says my name now, but you're the one inside her. Still banging, too loud, my name again, you'll wake the neighbours.
"Scott," Jean said, "there's someone at the door."
I woke up. Someone was knocking at our door and Jean was shaking me. It was after three. I kissed her and got out of bed, pulled on my robe, swapped my goggles for my glasses.
The dream slipped away, gone or lying in wait, and I squared my shoulders before I opened the door. A couple of sleepy students.
"Mr Summers? He's...again..."
"What is it, Scott?" Jean squinted as the light hit her face.
"Logan." I turned back to the kids. "I'll take care of it." They left, relieved.
"Should I go?" She sat up. "Maybe I could--"
"I'll go. You sleep." I put on my slippers. "It's okay." I left without looking back.
There was a small crowd outside his door, but it scattered when I got there. I could hear him from the hallway. I rested my hand on the wood a moment and took a breath. Then I went in and shut the door.
The curtains were open and faint moonlight lit the room. Logan thrashed, calling out, tangled in the sheets. It looked like a bad one.
"Logan!" I stayed by the door. "Logan, wake up."
He sat up and stared at me. He didn't look lucid yet.
"Logan, it's me. It's Scott."
It took another second, but his eyes narrowed and his face changed and I knew he was awake. "Summers. What's the matter, couldn't sleep?"
"You were having a nightmare. It woke the kids." I walked into the room, stopped in a patch of moonlight. The sheet was crumpled around his waist. His chest was bare.
"And they called the housemaster." His mouth twitched into that half-smile. Sweat was shining on his face. "So long as you're here..."
So long as I was there. So long as I had that pit-of-the-stomach half-dread, half-desire feeling. So long as I felt that every minute of every day. Stepping out of my slippers, I walked over to the bed, loosened my robe.
"Stop posing for me, pretty boy, and take it off." He was smiling, though. Maybe. It was pretty dark.
I dropped the robe, skinned out of my boxers, got on the bed, pulled up the sheet.
The bedding was damp. Logan didn't move, didn't say anything. I waited a beat, then put my arm around his chest. He was shaking, skin clammy. He didn't exactly turn to me, but I took him in my arms and he let me. I stroked his back and pulled his body close. Tasted the salt on his neck. His hands moved around my waist and he leaned into me, still shaking, still cold. Not me, I was hot, glowing.
I touched his face, bare cheek and beard along the jaw. And then I kissed him. He tasted terrible, dry nightmare night mouth, probably never brushed before bed. He kissed me back, opened his mouth, began to respond. I couldn't get enough. His arms, his thighs. His mouth. I'd had his cock inside my mouth before, but never his tongue. His skin was warming now, tremors gone. And still he kissed me, body stretched against mine. I'd probably pay for it later.
Then a change rolled through him. I felt every muscle come alive in him and he bit my lip. He was feral now, like I always thought he'd be, tearing at my mouth, raking my skin. I'd have to sleep with a t-shirt on.
I was the one shaking now, the one breathing hard. We hadn't shifted, but I was pinned, held. Logan's fingers twisted in my hair. I arched my back, showed him my belly. He put his mouth to my ear.
"Turn over, Scott."
And I did. He had KY in the drawer, but no condom. I worried about that, but how could he be sick?
He didn't hurt me and I didn't know if that was right or wrong. He didn't touch me either, but I braced myself and took care of that. I wanted it harder. I didn't ask. It was good enough. It was really good.
I didn't last long. Neither did he. That was good too.
We moved apart, lay on our backs. I tried to catch my breath, fought to stay awake.
"You still here?"
I rolled out of bed, went into his ensuite. Didn't think much. When I came out, he threw a shirt at me, eyes gleaming in the dark.
I pulled it on, finished getting dressed, opened the door, didn't want to leave. "Sweet dreams, Logan."
"Always are." He smiled. "And next time, Summers -- send Jean."
I shut the door and went back to bed.
FINIS
BlackCat9 @ September 07, 2004
Oooo that was great! I loved it!