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amiexpelled
May. 28th, 2018 05:07 pmSomehow, Bobby had managed to convince Charles Xavier that he and Scott needed to go out in the woods for some old school learning. Bobby knew that Charles knew he had absolutely no training whatsoever. Charles knew that Bobby came from a stable home, both parents in the house, and provided enough to keep Bobby in clothes and unneeded to go skin a bear for warmth.
Either Bobby was able to ice his thoughts enough that Charles couldn't read him, or the Headmaster had just given him permission to go out into the wilderness with someone Bobby had tasted on his tongue.
Deciding not to press the issue, Bobby went to Scott's room, closing the door and telling the teen to pack his bags, that they were going out to camp for the long weekend. It would be used for Scott's precision because it was up to the young mutant to start the fire.
The car ride was uneventful, Bobby's hand on Scott's thigh, repeatedly asking him to not distract him from driving. Bobby felt the young teen's cock swell and recede, then swell again. The TA knew that he was working Scott up for the lone tent they had to share.
Pulling into the campsite, Bobby looked over at Scott, grinning. "Almost there. Just three more miles."
Either Bobby was able to ice his thoughts enough that Charles couldn't read him, or the Headmaster had just given him permission to go out into the wilderness with someone Bobby had tasted on his tongue.
Deciding not to press the issue, Bobby went to Scott's room, closing the door and telling the teen to pack his bags, that they were going out to camp for the long weekend. It would be used for Scott's precision because it was up to the young mutant to start the fire.
The car ride was uneventful, Bobby's hand on Scott's thigh, repeatedly asking him to not distract him from driving. Bobby felt the young teen's cock swell and recede, then swell again. The TA knew that he was working Scott up for the lone tent they had to share.
Pulling into the campsite, Bobby looked over at Scott, grinning. "Almost there. Just three more miles."
For thewolverine
Mar. 15th, 2018 10:32 pmThey'd made it back to the mansion only thanks to Logan's guile. Maybe his healing factor? But Bobby was counting on Wolverine's ability to heal himself. Bobby was thawing - such as it was - and growing back his right arm. It hurt, a lot.
Finally, when he could wiggle his fingers, Drake was exhausted. As he tried to stand up from his seat, his legs wobbled, then had him gripping the armrests. "Hey, it works," he tried to joke, flexing his new arm, sweat jumping out of his forehead.
"You go 'head, sir. I just...I just need a minute." Sure, he was embarrassed, and to have something like that happen around Logan? It was doubly-sad.
