#cykethread

Sentinels. Sentinels everywhere. A city completely destroyed around them. It's almost like someone programmed a worst case scenario for Cyclops and his companion to punch and blast their way through.

"Over there! Hit its weak spot!" he commands, pointing to the conspicuously large, glowing spot in the middle of the Sentinel's chest. Heeding Cyclops's instincts, the other person does as they're told. The Sentinel goes down hard. The day is saved.

And then...

The destruction around them dissipates, revealing the bright blues of the Danger Room. This was a routine training drill, obviously.

Scott always knew Kurt to be a flexible, agile thing, but this became abundantly clear the first they had sex. Compact and spritely, Scott had no trouble throwing him around and holding him up in all sorts of positions, which made the experience all the more fun. His long, prehensile tail was just an added bonus.

@marvclxgrcy: Guilty~," Jean huffed lightly, dotting eyes from the view from their bedside window to the man standing in the doorway. Scott. How he'd wished for plentiful days like this. To just barely move an inch from where he'd slept. The impression of the sheets; the bedding, pressing into his cheek. Slumber still overtaking him. Those were the dreams he once had. Though it was a moment short-lived, he still cherished what he could get. Jean offered the man his best. One of the softest smiles that were genuinely anguish-free. His shoulder brushed his cheek as he appeared to be sheepishly consumed in the act of pretending to be caught. His laugh soon escaped as he rubbed the spot next to him and patted gently--welcoming Scott to join him. "Usually I'm beckoned by the needs of others but today? It all feels--quiet." Jean admits, trying not to worry the man too greatly but to give him a sense of ease. His own mind racing ten-times the fold of ten; and still, he'd make room to find his own nitch for himself. He draped the sheet over his shoulders and back, cuddling into the linen. The scent of Scott's aftershave overwhelmed the underlying laundry freshener. "Maybe it's a day I get to spend around The Institute. Maybe familiarize with newer faces. Take some of the academic stresses off of others." He ticks his head to the right.

"Quiet is good, right? It is for me, at least. I could afford to stop thinking all the time, you know? Especially now that you're back. Hopefully for good. I don't know if I can take another hiatus like that last one, Jeannie. I need you."

He pats Jean's leg longingly, nearly forgetting how badly he needed skin-on-skin contact with him in the time he'd been gone. "You should probably stop thinking all the time too, you know. I realize that would be more difficult for you than me, but... maybe that just means I should find something to keep your mind off, well... everything."

Ever since Jean came back, things between him and Scott felt a little, well.. off. Not bad off. Just different. Like the vibe shifted somehow. Jean was still Jean, and Scott was still Scott, so neither of them changed in any significant way. But after coming to terms with the distinct possibility that Jean had finally gone away for good, he once again came back. He felt glad about it, obviously, but he wondered how much of the back-and-forth with the Phoenix he could take.

But for now, he simply tried to not think about it. Appreciate the time he had with Jean while he still had it, cause who knew would could happen a day from now, or a month, or a year...

In any event, seeing Jean taking a more active leadership role beside himself with the X-Men... very sexy.

@thealphatelepath:

"Haah..." A moan escaped his lips as he sensed the feeling of being kissed on the side of his neck. It was giving Charles goosebumps all over his body. He might not be able to hold it and keep his cool anymore, considering being gently railed by Scott is already an overwhelming sensation. Each kiss on his neck signals intense pleasure to his brain. "Take it easy — please." Charles murmured, trying to hold himself from an uncontrollable urge to moan. Each slight touch on his skin is trying to push him over the edge: the squeezes from his hands on his skin, the soft lips pecking on his neck, the weight of a much taller man pressing him onto the bed, and that cock trying to crack him open. It seems like his body is being extra sensitive today.

Scott had a complex relationship with Charles, their current circumstances only adding to the pile of complications. He always had a crush on the man, ever since he first attended the school, and it never really went away. Even as he got older and much, much more cynical about Charles as a mentor figure, those feelings didn't fade. Weirdly, they only grew more intense. The opposite of hate isn't love —it's indifference— and that was not a word that could describe how he felt about the man.

"Even when taking my dick," Scott begins, grunting, "you can't help but be a control freak—"

Truthfully, Scott felt fine to not mingle with Avengers if it were completely up to him, but Xavier and Jean alike advised against this mindset. They were probably right. They needed allies, now more than ever, so Scott put his leader hat on and sought out meetings with every prominent Avenger to form relationships.

He hadn't quite expected his time with Hawkeye to take this turn, though. Turns out Hawkeye liked to drink, and Scott —with his somewhat low tolerance— went along for the ride, which led them here.

Whenever Scott made the trek from Westchester —or, increasingly, Krakoa— he alway seemed to find time for Spider-Man. They didn't know one another very well, whoever this Spider-Man was, but damn if he didn't know how to suck a cock. It's like the seedy alleyway they usually met within enhanced his abilities... or maybe that was another one of this Spidey's powers.