Gloomy

The bell had just rung, the students had filed out trying to get to their next class as fast as possible. You had been walking down the hall, when a student bumped into you, knocking your books out of your hands "Watch where you're going next time Smith!" You call back as he rushes past, a small groan escaping you as you bend down to retrieve the scattered papers. 

"Sorry miss! I can't stop, apparently professor Logan is my sub teacher and I do not wanna be late" he shouts back making your lips curl up in amusement, shaking your head as you go back to the task at hand. 

Reaching for a book that had slid slightly too far, only for it to be picked up by a three fingered hand. "Well if it isn't my favourite person in distress" Kurt smiles, bending down to help you. 

Your cheeks, heating up as you take it from him "Hi Kurt" You smile, putting the book onto the pile. 

“Trip again?” He asks

“Not this time, Mr Smith has Logan for a cover teacher.” You muse, making him smile.

“Well I would not want to be late either.” He nods thoughtfully, picking up the books. You're about to say something but he sticks his arm out for you to take, obviously not about to take no for an answer. “Where to meine leibe?” He asks. 

You think for a moment, before linking your arm with his, a soft smile on your face “To my classroom please” You say as you begin walking again “I could have carried them y’know” You muse glancing at his side profile. 

God you loved the way he looked. 

“I know, but it would have been ungentlemanly of me to let you carry them yourself. Besides I have nothing but time on my hands” He explains, to which you let out a hum. 

There’s a comfortable silence as the two of you make your way down the corridor. “So, Rogue told me you went on a date last night.” Kurt says suddenly, looking at you intently. He wasn't trying to be noisy, promise. 

But he was just curious. “How did that go?” He wanted to know if the man treated you nicely.

You let out an amused breath “I mean it was alright. Nothing special” you shrug, making Kurt's ears perk up. 

“Really? No sparks?” He asks curiously, trying not to sound so eager that the date was a bust. 

You shake your head “No not really. I don’t know, maybe it's just me?” You think aloud. To be fair all throughout your date your mind had been wandering back to your thoughtful and sweet colleague, who was currently holding your books for you. 

Kurt looks surprised  “I highly doubt it was you. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be?... The right one will come along” He smiles, and you notice the way his tail wags. 

Your brow raises “Are you happy my date failed?” and he lets out an offended gasp, putting his free hand over his heart. 

“I would never. I do think you could set your standards higher though” He muses.

“Oh really?” you say nudging his arm.

He nods “Mhm indeed. You should go for a man, who’s a gentleman” he says thoughtfully.

You let out a non committed hum, gesturing for him to continue describing the perfect man for you. 

“A man who’s kind, handsome, listens to your every word” he continues before looking over at you as if he wants to test the waters “Who thinks you're the most beautiful woman in the world” He says softly, which makes your eyebrows raise. 

“That would be the dream man” You snort.

“Opinions, on your dream man as you called him” He repeats gesturing around with his free hand “Being blue?” He asks, in a not so subtle way.

You click your tongue, taking the opportunity to tease him. “Doesn’t bother me, although I’m not sure Hank is who I’d describe as my dream man” You giggle, “Plus I think he prefers talking over listening.” You let out a wistful sigh making Kurt frown. 

He clears his throat, “No I wasn’t really thinking of Hank” he grits out “Someone else. Whos blue” He says pointedly glancing down at himself hoping you’d pick up on his hints. You have, but there's no harm in having a little fun with it. 

“Maybe someone who has yellow eyes?” He says with emphasis, and you nod along, taking this moment to tease him further. 

You let your mouth drop a little, as if you had realised what he meant “Oooh” You smile, turning to look at him for a second. He straightens up slightly, only for you to look away again, so you can hide the corners of your mouth ticking up slightly.

“Do you mean Mystique?” you raise a brow, a small smirk on your lips. “I mean sure she’s pretty but I don't think we’d work out Kurt. I don't date people who are technically enemies" You say thoughtfully and he lets out a huff of frustration, his shoulders drooping as he looks up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. 

“I wasn't thinking of her either…” He pouts, before deciding to try again. Having yet to realise that you're teasing him. 

“Prehaps someone with a tail? Calls you leibling?” He suggests “Anyone springing to mind?” He asks hopefully. 

You shake your head, shrugging “Nope, a shame really. He really sounds like my dream guy” You hum. 

Kurt blinks, beginning to wonder if you're that oblivious “Seriously liebe?" He asks, looking down at you. “No one? Not anyone?” He asks incredulously. 

And that's when he notices the smile on your lips that you're currently trying to hide. And suddenly he feels like an idiot. “You're messing with me, aren’t you?” He groans.

You let out a bark of laughter. “Of course I am, Kurt” you snort “that was cute though….your adorable” you tease, making him let out another noise of disbelief, 

“You are terribly mean. could have spared me, you know.” He huffs, adjusting the books in his arm but the wagging of his tail gives away his emotions.

“Now where would the fun be in that?” You muse and he lets out a breath. 

You tilt your head, letting out a hum as you stop in front of him, hands clasped together behind your back “Is this your way of telling me, you're my perfect man?” You ask with a grin. 

“I…suppose it is.” He grumbles before clearing his throat, straightening up again before nodding. “I mean, yes. Yes it is.” He says more confidently. 

“I may not be the most perfect…but I will always try to be the best man for you” He says softly, he takes a half step forward before stopping “If you’ll have me that is?” He says quickly. 

His tail whips nervously, and in that moment you decide that you had your fun, but now you really want to kiss him. “I don’t want you to think of me as some-” He tries to get out before you cut him off, surprising him as your lips softly press against his. 

You smile as you pull away, “You're terrible at asking me out on a date you know that?” You snort, your hand on his cheek.

It takes him a second, before he lets out a little ‘huh?’ a dazed look of happiness on his face. 

You let out a little laugh, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him closer so you didn’t have to put strain on your tippy toes. “Dinner tonight… Your place” You smile, your nose almost touching his as peck another kiss against his lips. 

It seems that Kurt’s mind has gone fuzzy and static, and he doesn't even notice you taking the stack of books from his arms “I'll see you later Kurt” You smile as you back up to your classroom, before turning and opening the door. 

And for a moment Kurt Wagner stands there, his mind mush, because apparently he is your perfect man. 

“-So not only did it change our bodies in the physical sense” You say reading from your notes, pacing around your lab.

Ever since the team had received these gifts, you decided to keep track of it all which meant you had very detailed notes of the physical changes each member of the group had gone through, including yourself.

Sketches of the changed anatomy, side effects, constraints of your abilities.

Anything and everything jotted down in one book.

“But also our-” Your rambles are interrupted by a ‘pop’ sound coming from the seat Johnny was spinning around on, throwing an orange up and catching it in his hands.

you take a deep breath ignoring him, before rereading the notes, mouthing some of the words to yourself, before speaking aloud again.

“The changes to our bodies were on a cellular level mean-” Another louder pop sound comes from Johnny’s mouth as his head falls back against the chair due to boredom, this had been going on all afternoon. 

You had come in here to just add a new piece of information that you had documented about Johnny's abilities, saying that it would only take a few minutes.

It did, but he decided to stick around for some reason, while you added to your drawings and diagrams. 

It's not that you didn't enjoy his company.

You liked it a lot. You liked him a lot.

He always managed to make you smile. He listened to you. He brought you pastries and tea just the way you liked it. 

You've fallen asleep multiple times at your desk, and each time you’ve woken up in your bed, you just know it was Johnny that picked you up and brought you to your room.

Even if he won’t admit it. 

And even though he drove you up the wall sometimes (all the time) he always made you feel that stupid warm fuzzy feeling you get when you like someone.

No matter how hard you tried to keep yourself from falling in love with the idiot, he just proved time and time again how much he cared for you. 

However! That didn’t mean you were safe from his teasing. In fact, Johnny liked annoying you more than he did Ben or Reed. 

That's saying something considering how much he loves to rage bait them. 

Your eye twitches “Johnathan!” Your head whips around, as you point accusingly at him.

He glances up at you with a startled look, before pointing to himself “Who me?” He grins, leaning back.

“I thought, you forgot I existed, with your nose in that book of yours” He muses, you're extremely close to throwing something at his smug face. 

You roll your eyes, letting out a scoff “It’s hard to ignore someone with a massive head such as yours” You shoot back behind you, Johnny lets out an offended gasp.

“Straight through the heart!” He whines, clasping his hands over his heart.

“Mortally wounded!” He says, peeking an eye open to see if you've reacted.

You haven't. 

To Johnny that means one thing. Game on. And the game? Annoying you until you give him a reaction.

“Nothing?” He asks, as you continue to try and ignore his antics “No reaction at all.”  He snorts wheeling the chair to your other desk, looking up at you as you try your hardest not to smile.

You turn away from him, scribbling something down in that massive book of notes you keep.

He clicks his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest “Impressive really. Usually, I get at least a scoff? An eye roll?” He leans to the side to try and get a look at your face.

“Can I at least get a pity snort?” He asks with a small sigh.

“Johnny, don't you have something else to do? Anything?” You groan.

He leans back in the chair, hands behind his head “Nope! I'm finished with all the boring stuff, so now I can spend time with my favourite person in the whole world” He says trying to wind you up. 

You give him an unimpressed look. “Ha, ha, very funny Johnny. Can’t you see I'm busy?” Promptly turning back to the book you're currently writing in.

He purses his lips looking around your desk “what’s that?” He asks, pointing at the book.

You don't look at it, assuming it's just another notebook that he probably won't be able to read properly because of how scribbly your handwriting is.

“Hmm? Oh, just another one of my notebooks” You shrug more interested in trying to finish your work, if it gets him off your back for five minutes you’ll take it.

He nods thoughtfully, picking it up.

As he begins to flick through it, he realises it is in fact not one of your notebooks about your scientific findings, but your sketchbook.

Your personal one.

The one that you use to sketch what catches your eye the most. 

Sadly, or maybe not sadly for Johnny, the subject that catches your eye more than it should is him. 

He tries to be discreet about it, but it's hard when the person he's been pining after for years has a sketchbook practically dedicated to him.

To be honest he thought you didn’t like him. Or at least tolerated him.

But it sort of clicks for him that just maybe, you like him back. The corner of your mouth twitching whenever he made a dumb joke.

Or how you’d always ask him to help you before anyone else. Or when you put the parts of dinner you didn’t like, onto his plate because you knew he liked them.

Or maybe it was when you always scoot over so he could have some of your blanket when you were watching movies in the living room.

Maybe it wasn’t tolerance. Maybe it was more.

He decides to keep looking. After all it was only the first couple of pages.

But every drawing included him in some way.

And they are all so flattering. It's nothing like how he's usually seen in the media. These are just drawings of him in thought, smiling, doing mundane everyday things, but so… special. 

And sure, there are some where he's topless and sweaty after a training session, but they’re not as detailed as the one on the page next to it where he's laughing with Ben about something. It looks so natural.

He purses his lips trying not to grin. 

But Johnny just can't help himself. 

It's in his very being, every fibre of his body, to get under your skin. No matter how

“This book has a lot of interesting notes” He says trying to steady his voice trying not to sound so excited.

“I didn't think you were a fan personally” He muses, spinning in the chair. 

“A fan of what?” You ask noncommittally, pushing your glasses higher up your nose. 

He clicks his tongue “Why me of course” He replies, waiting for your reaction. 

You let out a huff “Johnny what are you- oh” You begin pausing as your eyes land on the sketchbook in his hands, “Oh no” you say slowly. 

He waves the book and nods, biting his lip with barely contained glee, “Oh yes” He says teasingly.

“No” You repeat covering your face with your hands.

“I knew it!” He brags pumping his fist.

You put your hand up, shaking your head “No! You didn’t know it! You never knew it!” You snap trying to grab the book back from him.

As if seeing this would happen, he quickly holds the book out of your reach “You like me!” He practically sings. 

“I don't! Now give me my book back!” You shout frantically trying to reach the book in his hands 

He jumps out of his chair when you lunge for the book. “Woah! Hey no need to get-” he says ducking as you throw a different book at him.

“You would throw a book at the man you love??” He gasps backing away from you, hiding the book behind his back.

You let out a frustrated groan “Johnathan Storm, give me back my sketchbook right now!” You repeat, eye twitching, your face feels like it's burning, an emotion somewhere between embarrassment, anger and attraction mixed into one. 

You want to wipe that smug look off his face. 

You grit your teeth together as you push him against the desk, trapping him against it with your hip. Standing on your tip toes as you reach for it.

“I think I've seen this before. Usually ends with a kiss” Johnny says with a sly smile, keeping the book just out of reach. 

It makes you pause. Face scrunching up with confusion as you take a step back, “Excuse me?” You ask, standing there dumbfounded.

Suddenly another, possibly dumb idea pops into Johnny's head, as he lowers the book flicking through it again.

“Well you seem to want it back pretty badly, and I'll give it back-” He explains holding the it out for you to take, but quickly snatches it back “for a kiss” He says. 

“Seriously?” You give him an incredulous look. It is not that you didn't want to. You do, by God, you want to kiss his stupidly good-looking face all over.

He nods “As serious as Ben when it comes to cooking” Johnny muses, his hand wrapping around your waist. 

You glare at him for a split second “Fine. One singular kiss got it?” You say sternly.

Bingo. Johnny has won! You're going to kiss him, and he will continue to tease you about the drawings in the book for the rest of your lives, he thinks to himself.

You place your hand on his cheek gently pulling him closer, before kissing his lips softly.

It's long enough to take his attention away from the book allowing you to grab it from his loosening grip, but not long enough to let him savour the fact that you actually kissed him. 

You turn on your heel holding the sketchbook triumphantly to your chest, letting out a breath of relief. 

Johnny on the other hand feels swindled! Duped, tricked even! 

“That wasn't a kiss” He huffs, rather offended. “That was a peck. I want a kiss, a proper kiss” He says watching as you begin to move towards the door.

“Wait! Where are you going??” He calls after you. 

“Well you never told me how long the kiss had to be” You shrug, heat creeping up your cheeks and a smile on your lips as you walk out.

“wha- hey! Come back here! You can’t just leave!” Johnny trailing behind you like a kicked puppy. 

Thank God he didn't look past the couple of pages he saw, or he might have wanted more than a kiss.

Not that you mind.

Logan had been at the bar the whole night, drowning his sorrows in cheap booze. How much exactly? He can't remember but it sure was working good if his healing factor hadn't taken away the buzz yet. 

Deciding he’s had enough for tonight, he looks down at his wallet, grabbing the cash out of it and throwing it down on the counter, that should be enough…. Probably, what's the bartender gonna do, fight him?

He’s about to leave when he realises a slip of paper has fallen out. Huh odd he doesn't remember that, no wait he does, it's yours. Your phone number. He picks it up, the edges are worn and a little ripped due to how long it's been in there. 

Fuck he missed you, really he did, he just got so caught up in x-man stuff, to busy in his head thinking about what’s happened, can you blame him? Not that you would be mad, you know how these things are, hell you used to do hero stuff on and off. 

You got it, but he didn’t get it.

Why didn’t he just call you? He had been missing you. A lot. 

Stupid sober him being too proud and a little too awkward when it came to feelings. He should have just told you how he felt before you, well before you left. 

He walks outside, glancing around and spots a phone box, stumbling toward it like an idiot.

He glances down at the number again and presses the buttons. There's a noise buzzing while he waits for you to pick up. “Shit, what am I doin’” He rubs his face, feeling the prickling of his stubble. 

This was stupid. 

He was stupid. 

Stupid to think that you would actually pick up.

“Hello?”

His eyes widened slightly, he hadn’t even heard the connection click. He was surprised to say the least. His hand grips the box, his palms suddenly sweaty as he just holds the phone in his hand dumbly, His breath quickens. This was a bad idea.

“Hello?” the voice repeats. No, not the voice. Your voice, soft and drowsy as if you had just woken up. 

He says your name, for the first time in what feels like years, but it's not been years, it's only been a couple of months.

And suddenly it's not so stupid, the want, the longing of hearing your voice after so long. 

“Sorry” he says gruffly, holding the phone to his ear. “It's me. It's Logan” He swallows.

He isn't a man that fidgets, he isn't a man that gets nervous, but suddenly he’s unsure of what to say.

“Logan?” There’s a pause and he can hear the sheets rustle as you sit up. He can almost see it. That sleepy pout, the tired eyes. “Why are you calling so late?” you ask. 

Why was he calling so late? 

He can't just say he found your phone number in his wallet, and had too much to drink.

“I just needed to hear you.” he says without thinking, because in truth? He didn’t just need to hear you, he needed to see and touch you. He needed to stare at you long enough so that when he closed his eyes all he could think of was you.

“Hear me huh? Logan you're not gonna do anything stupid are you?” You ask, and he can almost see the frown on your face as you said it. 

He lets out a soft chuckle “Nah, not tonight at least” Logan says exhaling through his nose.

“I’ve just been missing you s’all” he grumbles leaning his back against the booth door, he hears you hum.

“Missing me? I must be pretty special” you coo into the phone playfully.

“More than you know it Darlin’” he doesn't even realise the pet name slips from his mouth.

“Logan tell me what's really going on” you say, and he just closes his eyes listening to your voice.

“M’sorry I’ve had a lot to drink, and I saw your old number in my wallet. I just can't stop thinking about you, about what happened, and how I should have told you I loved ya’ before you….” He trails of swallowing slightly

“But it's too late and you’re gone” He sighs “and you aint coming back” His frown deepens as he admits something he's been in denial about for the past few months. You were gone, you hadn’t left, you were gone. 

 His head hits the wall gently, as that familiar buzzing of the phone waiting to connect comes back.

“Mhm yeah....it is too late, but you know I can alway be here, in your imagination” You hum making a clicking your tongue before continuing

“It's not like I’m going anywhere” You mumble.

“That's not the same” His jaw clenches, he doesn’t want just the memories you had together. The long training sessions, the playful teasing, your stupid jokes. The way you always stayed up late to look at the stars. He wants it back. He wants you back, not just the memories, or the thoughts of you.

“Memories aren’t the same” he spits out with a little too much venom that he meant to. “...it's just not right without you darlin’.” He says softly

“Memories can't make me feel the way you did, it's not the same.” Logan confesses.

You let out a sigh, “yeah well memories of me are all you have Logan. You’ve spent every weekend at the bar to keep away the inevitable. You have to say goodbye at some point” You explain. 

Logan falls silent for a moment, “No. No saying goodbye makes this real. ‘Makes everything I’ve avoided real…I can’t, I won't lose you darlin’.” He admits, 

“This is real, whether you want to admit it or not, you’ve already lost me.” You sigh. A harsh reality. Stupid to think that he could avoid thinking about it. 

“You know I'm not actually answering this call right? It’s important you realise that” You say tiredly.

“But this feels real darlin’, I need it to be real” He whispers

“Logan, I’ve got to go” You whisper back 

“No, no, not yet…please, don’t-” He lets out in a pitiful slur

“I’ve got to go. And you need to go home. You should talk to them, to the team.” You explain. “They’re here for you. They need you just as much as you need them.” You sigh

His hand tightens around the cord of the phone. “ ‘don’t need them, all I want….all I need is you.” He says, whispering your name.

“Logan, I'm sorry. I lo-” your cut off by the noise of a car screeching to a halt. 

It draws Logan's attention away for a split second, but it's long enough for the line to go dead. That buzzing that makes his ears hurt comes back full force. 

And for a moment he stands there, hoping that you’d phone back.

But it was a long night at that bar waiting for a phone call he knew he’d never receive.

‘Cold shower, cold shower, cold sho-’ Kurt thinks hanging onto the words like a life line as he unceremoniously lands onto the floor of his bedroom in a puff of purple smoke. He made an absolute fool of himself. Please god just end his misery. 

He picks himself back up. Trying to ignore any and all thoughts of you being naked and touching him, as he moves towards the bathroom, and stripping himself of his shirt and trousers. 

He shudders as the cold spray of the shower hits him. He stands there for a moment before his head lands on the wall with a soft ‘thunk’ as he lets out a pathetic groan. How embarrassing.

He won't be able to look you in the eye for at least a month after this. How is he going to face you, after having those kinds of thoughts about you? You were his closest friend, his confidant. Suddenly a wave of guilt washes over him. He shouldn't be lusting over you. 

When he finally decides he’s cooled off enough to get changed, he grabs a towel from the side and wraps it around his waist. He steps out of the bathroom, still slightly damp from the cool water and he sees you sitting on his bed, now in a more casual get up, leaning back like you owned it. Like you belonged there. All he could think was how good you looked sitting there. 

An even better look, however? You naked, under his covers, with him on top of you. The thought makes his tail twitch. 

God! That’s so inappropriate. You are his best friend. His very attractive…sexy best friend.

You on the other hand aren't fairing much better.  

You had debated with yourself for several minutes on what you had done to cause this reaction from Kurt, which is why you were sitting on his bed patiently waiting for him. 

What you hadn't expected is for him to be coming out of the shower in nothing but a towel.

Have you seen him shirtless countless times? Yes.

Does it stop you from staring like the first time you saw him without his shirt on? No, it does not, because this was slightly different: the towel is so low around his waist, it shows off the dark curls of his happy trail. 

It certainly made you happy.

Thoughts of leaving a trail of kisses, from his stomach downwards pop into your head. You imagine looking up at him as he sucks in a breath, as you take off his towel. 

His lean but toned frame from years of acrobatics, makes you want to bite down on his skin and leave marks. You had to look away from him quickly before you actually got on your knees in front of him.

God! what were you thinking?? That is your best friend! Your very attractive and handsome best friend.

“Why did you run away like that?” You ask 

“I’m sorry, Liebling.” He apologises at the same time. 

You let out a snort, “why are you sorry?” You ask, tilting your head up as he walks towards you. 

“I don't know what got into me” He mumbles, sitting down next to you.  “I fear I made a fool of myself…running away from you like that” He explains, ears drooping slightly. 

It was so unlike him, he's usually so suave and confident. But seeing this slightly pathetic side of him did something to you, that makes you adjust your seating, suddenly feeling slightly hot and bothered.

“I don't think you made a fool of yourself. I just was wondering why you left so quickly” You clear your throat, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his hair.

You tilt your head, taking a breath “Was it something I did?” You ask.

Kurt's eyes widened, his head whipping around to look at you. “Nein! No, no of course not Liebling” He says quickly, “It was me, I’m the one that did something” He mumbles.

You raise a brow, as he continues “I saw you, and I thought very, inappropriate things.” He explains, wringing his hands together nervously. 

You can't exactly be mad, not when you were thinking just as dirty thoughts right now. 

“Things that shouldn't be thought of-” He pauses, his eyes glancing down at your lips, long enough for you to notice, when your eyes meet back up.

“When you're just friends” He says looking at you, eyes sweeping over your face.

There’s a pause, as you both lean closer. It’s not uncomfortable but it's a kind of tension neither of you have felt before.

"And if we weren't just friends" You ask, letting out a breath "would you tell me then?" You continue softly, your nose almost touching his. 

Kurt sits there his jaw slack, never in a million years would he think you would want him. His golden eyes blinked slightly, and you let out a soft laugh.

"Did I break you?" A soft whisper against his skin as you lean in, pecking soft kisses in the junction of his neck. 

"Uh, Nein. No, not broken, just um" He can't think of anything, nothing apart from the softness of your lips, moving upwards, to his jaw, slowly and sensuously. 

Oh god, he's going to pop another boner, because his beautiful, sexy gorgeous- He lets out a breathy moan, as you bite down on his neck, sucking hard enough to make sure the mark stays.

“If we were more than friends, I might be persuaded to tell you” He coughs, trying to regain the confidence he usually has. 

His hand reaches for something to grab hold of, to anchor himself. To make sure it wasn't a dream. That he wasn't in the shower still banging his head off the wall due to embarrassment. 

That you were actually here, kissing up the column of his neck, practically on his lap now.

His fingers squeeze the soft plush flesh of your waist, and you let out a satisfied hum, still going at his skin. Not that he minded, it was definitely better than any of his daydreams. 

You smile against the blue fuzz on his body, “how much persuading are we talking about?” You tilt your head moving away, but Kurt follows, hands holding the curve of your back so you don't fall.

He swallows, admiring everything about you. 

He could stare at you forever, not in a creepy way just in a ‘I think I'm in love with you and you are my whole world’ kind of way.

Which is funny because you are staring back in the same way.

“To be honest, it’s not going to take that much, if you keep looking at me like that Schatz” He breathes out, as your hands come to cup his cheeks.

“Well, if you don't need any more convincing, why don't you show me what you were thinking?” Your lips ticking upwards slightly, clenching your thighs together. 

The thought of Kurt taking off your clothes was invading your mind at this very moment. 

His eyes widened “Really? You want me to-” He’s cut off by your lips pressing against his. It takes a moment before he begins to melt into the kiss.

It wasn't full of hesitation like he expected. It was sure and demanding. You knew what you wanted. For some reason you wanted him, and he’d rather go to hell than let go now that he has you. 

His hand slides down to your ass squeezing gently. You don't even notice that your back is against the mattress, until the smell of brimstone and sulphur hits you. The purple smoke curls around you before disappearing. 

You grin against his lips, “Did you do that on purpose or by accident?” You tease, making him pull away in surprise. Your head lulling back to rest on the pillow, to look up at him. 

You take a second to admire the way his chest heaves, and how the towel against his waist was starting to loosen, his cock beginning to strain against the loose fabric. 

“Oh you make me feel like a fool, Meine Liebling” He sighs, threading his one hand through yours before pinning it above your head, as he leans down hot breath on your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, causing you to let out a small whine.

“But I hope I can be your fool?” He asks, voice low and smooth, it makes you squirm against his knee that's between your thighs. You close your eyes trying to focus on him and not bucking your hips upwards. 

You nod, “I like the sound of you being mine” You hum, and he lets out a little sigh of relief, his tail all but wagging. 

“Then if I am yours…” He pauses, trailing a hand over your plush sides.

“I can show you exactly what I was thinking, Schatz.” He grins, and your breath hitches, as he leans down and captures your lips again, this time with a little less desperation now that he knows for sure that he belongs to you. 

That is the moment you realise that you have now lost the upper hand. That cute, awkward side of his is instantly replaced with that smug, charming look he gets when he's flustered you with his compliments. 

He gently helps you out of your clothes, until you have nothing left bar your panties, chucking the clothes behind him as he begins his task of showing you exactly what his daydreams consist of. 

Suddenly you feel almost…. Shy? 

You feel his gaze burning into you, but it's not like any other you’ve felt. 

The other men you've been with never really looked at you or took their time to admire the softness of your stomach, or any part of you for that matter. 

But Kurt? He's going to take his time. He will map every curve, dimple or scar you have, and commit them to memory.

Before you can think of hiding yourself away, with your hands Kurt has his lips against your skin.

Kurt nips gently at your neck, before going lower, taking his time, making sure every bite, every hickey that starts forming, was sealed with a kiss so tender it made your cheeks heat up.

It did more than that though, you can feel yourself get wetter with every mark he left against your skin.

That was before he turned his attention to your chest. He makes eye contact, a simple but silent question of permission to continue. You nod as he lowers his lips to your left breast, gently beginning to mark up your tits.

His tongue presses against the sensitive flesh of your nipple, causing a whimper to fall from your lips. His lips curve up against your skin, “you make so many beautiful sounds, Meine Liebling.” He muses, sucking slightly against the fresh hickeys he's made.

“I cannot wait to hear more” He whispers, beginning to kiss down your stomach, making you groan. 

“You are so slow” You shoot back, and he lets out a laugh, moving even slower in retaliation.

“I’m not slow. I am thorough” He replies teasingly, “detail oriented, if you will” He continues, tugging at your panties, as you lift your hips up to help him. 

“Methodical” He muses sitting back on his knees, admiring you as if you were a piece of art. As if he's been waiting for a moment like this for years (He has). 

You let out a snort. “Are you just going to keep talking or are you actually- Kurt!” You squeal as he bites down on your thigh. 

You glare at him playfully, trying to close your thighs, but he pushes them back open, with a sly smile. 

Your breath hitches as you feel his breath on your wet cunt, making you squirm.  

He licks a stripe on your pussy, as he settles onto his stomach, arms reaching up to hold your legs apart. 

He begins to lap at the wetness, making you clench around nothing “oh my god” You breathe out.

“Oh Meine Liebling, you taste divine” He mutters slowly, working circles with his tongue against your clit making your back arch off the mattress. 

You let out a soft moan, as heat begins to pool in your stomach. It all feels too slow to you, your hand reaching out, threading through his still damp hair. You lightly push your hand down. A silent plea for him to speed up. Not that he's going to listen.

When he said he's going to take his time, taking you apart. He meant it in the best way possible. 

“Please- fuck! Kurt” You whine pitifully, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He was giving so much, but so little at the same time. It was driving you mad. 

And that smug bastard knew it. He grins into your pussy, his half-lidded eyes flicking upward to meet yours, as he seals his lips around your bud, and sucks hard against it, making a loud groan slip from you before you can stop yourself. 

You can feel his fingers push in slowly, which draws another soft moan from you. 

“Such a wonderful noise Meine Liebling. I wonder if I can get you to make more” He grins smugly, as he begins to pump his fingers in and out, drawing more gasps and whimpers, that makes his tail wag. 

The noises you make please Kurt; in a way that's like scratching an itch. His cock twitches against the fabric of the sheets. He closes his eyes to listen to you moan his name, as he curls his fingers upwards at an angle that makes you see stars. 

“Kurt, there- right there. Don’t stop” You stutter out, looking at him through half lidded eyes, as he fucks you open with his fingers at a steady pace. 

That and the fact he's still lapping at your pussy. You can feel your orgasm approaching fast. 

It's like the rope inside you is pulled tight ready to snap any second. 

And when it does, all you can repeat is his name, in a pleading pitiful whine as you buck your hips against his still moving fingers. To get away from the pleasure or gain more of it, your foggy brain can't decide. 

As he pulls his fingers out of your pussy with an obscenely wet sound, he licks them clean like he's tasting ambrosia. 

You pant heavily, face flushed and slightly sweaty, staring at the man that just devoured you whole, and was about to do it again. “Where did you learn to do that?” You huff out a laugh, your head hitting the pillow again, as you cover your face with your arm. 

He raises a brow, “I take it you enjoyed it?” He says in a very self-satisfied tone as he lays down next to you. 

All you can do is nod, as you turn to face him, your hand sliding from the base of his neck, to just below his ear as you pull him into another kiss, to which he happily complies. You can taste your essence on his tongue, and it makes you hum in delight. 

Your other hand begins to wander, down his chest towards his aching cock, out of habit. 

An exchange, you think absentmindedly. It's what you did when your past boyfriends ate you out. They always wanted a fair exchange. 

But before you could even begin, Kurt’s tail gently wraps around your wrist as he pulls away from the kiss. “What do you think you're up to, Meine Schatz?” He asks playfully, tilting his head. 

You pause confused, “I was going to repay-” Your cut off by Kurt pulling you into his lap, his dick pressing lightly against your ass, a small shiver of anticipation runs up your spine.

“I do not want you to repay me for anything I do for you, Meine Liebling.” He says as his hands run up and down your thighs. “That is not what I was thinking of” He continues. 

You make a small ‘huh?’ noise and he lets out a laugh, “I'm supposed to be showing you what I was thinking. That is what you wanted me to do. Is it not?” He muses, and you nod in agreement.

“well then in my thoughts-” He explains, pausing to pull you closer to his chest “I was worshipping you, like the goddess you are.” He mumbles, as he guides your hips upwards, his tip moving along your slick pussy bumping against your clit making you whimper. 

You let him pull you down onto his dick, slowly taking him inch by inch before you're fully seated in his lap. You let out an exhale through your nose, feeling the burning stretch of his thick cock. You steady your hands on his shoulder, as he grins lazily up at you. 

“You look gorgeous like this, Schatz… You feel so warm.” He groans his head hitting the headboard. 

“Please Liebling, let me worship you” He whispers. The plea makes you clench against his cock, and you nod quickly, pressing your lips against his in a chaste kiss. 

To make the words that you can't say right now, clear, as you begin to rock your hips experimentally, your one hand reaching for his. Eyes fluttering shut as you intertwine your fingers together as you begin to move. 

Kurt moans into the kiss, struggling to not buck his hips up into you with each downward motion of your hips. 

Your breathing quickens “fuck…god!” You pant out, placing your forehead to his. Kurt's cock rubs against your inner walls, making a soft whimper fall from your lips. “You make me feel so good, Kurt” You whine into his ear, making him groan in response.

Your eyes open to catch a glimpse of Kurt’s fucked out face. 

Slightly sweaty, chest heaving, half lidded eyes, covered in your love bites and that damn smug grin you couldn't wipe away, even if you tried.

He’s so fucking hot. 

Effortlessly so, it makes you want to fuck him till your legs give out. “You make me feel so desired. No one has ever made me feel like this” Your admission makes his tail thump against the mattress in a delighted way. 

That familiar pool of heat begins to build back up, as you set a steady pace. The room filled with nothing but the wet sounds of your fucking, and the silent whispers of your dedication to each other 

A delicious burn begins to ebb through your thigh muscles. The kind that you know won't hurt right now, only days afterwards, but you push through it. 

Kurt, ever the attentive man seems to notice this, begins to lift his hips slightly to meet each motion you make with a lewd squelching noise. “You are doing so well, Meine Liebling.” He praises.

“You are so gorgeous like this. I am such a lucky man” He moans, hands digging into the flesh of your thighs.

Your hips begin to stutter as you edge closer to cumming on Kurt’s cock. “oh fuck- Jesus Kurt please” You moan, your grip on his hand tightens, and he understands what it means. 

His free hand snakes between you two. His fingers rub gentle circles against your clit, making you topple over the edge, your shoulders slump slightly, as your whole body shudders. 

Your pussy clenches down hard on his dick, making him breathe out a curse, he is so close to cumming, as he continues to buck up into your wet cunt. “Where Meine Schatz?” He shakily asks, desperation lacing his voice. 

With one last push of your hips, you sink back down onto his cock fully, “In me. Please I need you in me” You pant out, as you feel him twitch harshly as he paints your insides with his cum.

“Oh mein got” He breathes, as he pulls you as close as possible, kissing your forehead softly. “You are amazing Liebling” He whispers, slowly rolling you onto your back, as he gently eases out of you, making a whimper slip from your lips. 

You look up at him overwhelmed with his praise. You smile softly “not so bad yourself” you mumble. Your throat goes dry as you notice him watching you. Suddenly a wave of nervousness washes over you, it dies down as he ‘bamfs’ out of the room. 

He returns after a minute or so, with a warm cloth and a glass of water. He places the cup down, before cleaning you up. His hands gently tending to your overstimulated and now sore body, eyes glancing up with every move he makes to make sure you're okay. 

The silence between you isn't awkward per say, just heavy, as he settles next to you. 

“I meant what I said, Meine Liebling” He says suddenly, you tilt your head waiting for him to continue. “I want to be yours” He explains, taking your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles gently. 

“Kurt-” You begin but his nerves get the better of him as he interrupts you.

He takes a breath, tail twitching nervously “I don't want you to think I'm lusting after you ... I mean I do, but I think it's more than that” He stresses, thinking about everything that just happened. Like really thinking about it.

it wasn't just lust consuming his thoughts of you. It was mixed with something else. 

It was those small moments between the two of you. 

It was you looking past his mutation and really seeing him. 

It was your hugs, and cheek kisses. 

It was your silly notes, and words of encouragement. 

It was you, your whole being, everything you were and everything you are.

A warm, almost suffocating realization hits him. 

He was in love with you.

And he was a goner. 

“You are the most beautiful and intelligent person I have ever laid my eyes on” He continues, making your face heat up again. 

“I want you. I want to give you everything, with nothing in return. Because I want to be yours. Wholly” he admits, ears flicking slightly. 

Without thinking you press your lips to his. Slow, sweet, nothing like before. It's not just desperation and lust. Its love and devotion mixed in. Your forehead rests against his again.

“Kurt, I meant what I said as well. I want you. Wholly, in every way possible” You affirm, making him grin like an idiot, as he pulls you into his chest. 

Kurt lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in. “That is a relief. I was beginning to worry, Miene Schatz” He grins, rubbing circles against your hip as you settle under the covers together. 

You let out a hum, “You're my fool now, no take backs” You say softly, as tiredness begins to seep into your body. 

His ears perk up, that stupid smug grin on his face, as he watches you close your eyes. 

He may have been a fool, but he was your fool. 

And that is way better than anything he was imagining.

Kurt was sitting at the kitchen table minding his own business, when you walked in, slightly sweaty from your work out, he nearly chokes on his own spit as you lean against the sink drinking from a glass. 

His eyes were glued to you. He always thought you looked amazing, but in your workout clothes? with your soft stomach and your toned arms. It started a fire in him he didn't know he could light. 

You were his close friend, he had always found you very attractive, he always had these feelings but he didn't realize how tempting you would look like this, he couldn't stop looking at you, admiring your slightly flushed face, eyes sweeping down your body, but going back to one thing,

That one thing he couldn't take his eyes off? Your thick thighs.

God what he wouldn’t do to be between them, his head leaned against your thighs as you run your fingers playfully through his hair. 

He knew you could crush his skull between them, and he would thank you.

You begin talking to him, but he isn't listening. In fact he's thinking the opposite of what you are talking about, but Kurt lets out a little hum of agreement to whatever it is you're telling him.

He nods as another inappropriate thought pops into his head, hickeys. 

On you. 

On your thighs. 

He imagines biting and sucking, leaving marks along your skin. Actually no, not just your thighs he doesn't care really, neck, breasts, anywhere you'd let him. He would mark. 

Those not so innocent thoughts melt away into something even dirtier, your thighs around his head. You lower your pussy right onto his mouth, and he can taste you on his tongue. 

He thinks of your hands running through his hair again but this time you tug him closer as he digs his fingers into the meat of your thighs. Begging him to keep going. Begging him to not stop as he pleases you with his fingers.

He starts of slow, fucking you open, as you cover your mouth trying to stop the little moans escaping from your mouth. Your legs twitch slightly, tightening around him, as you start to grind down on him, using him to reach your own release-

“Hey are you even listening to me?” you snap your fingers in front of him.

Startled, he looks up shaking his head “hmm? I'm sorry meine freundin…..I was slightly distracted” slightly being an understatement. He tries to look anywhere but your thighs.

He was a gentleman for God’s sake. He prided himself on being respectful in a charming way and these aren't thoughts you should be having of your best friend. 

Kurt's fingers reach for the collar of his shirt which he feels has gotten a little too tight all of a sudden.

“Are you sure you're okay? You’re looking a little flushed” You put the back of your hand against his forehead, and he tries not to let out a whimper, as he gets a full view of your cleavage.

‘Don’t think about it. Don't think about it-’ he repeats covering the growing tent in his trousers, with his hands. 

“I need to go!” he says abruptly, and you jump back as he ‘Bamfs’ out of the room. Leaving you wondering what on earth had gotten into him. 

Well you had some idea, he always got so flushed and jumpy when you had your work out gear on. I wonder why?