These hidden loves
AH! Finally!
*does a dance*
Todd/Kurt fic! Whoohoo! Pg13, possibly R. Bad language - come on, this is Todd Tolensky we're talking about here - but not gratitious, I hope. :P Secondary relationship Quicksilver/Cannonball.
Todd and Kurt have a study date and discuss Watership Downs.
I think this may possibly be extended out into a larger story. I think it will. I have *plotbunnies*.
Todd tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at Kurt. That, he decided, was it. His boyfriend was *insane*, no doubt about it. And for some reason he hadn’t quite figured out yet, was absolutely fixated on his bracers. Even now, when they were meant to be studying - their oh so handy cover for *both* of their groups and he detested having to pretend they still hated each other but it was easier then explaining - Kurt was fiddling absently with the band of leather, tracing his thick fingers over the studs.
“Dude.”
“Hmmm, was?”
“If you don’t want to be outed before you want to, you better stop with that, dawg,” Todd said in a voice that was much calmer and steadier then he felt. He shifted slightly in his seat, grateful for the table. Kurt blinked at him, before looking at his hand, flushing slightly on the holo and dropping Todd’s wrist. He felt strangely bereft...but dammit! This sneaking around was Kurt’s idea in the first place. He couldn’t blame the guy, really. Like the X-Geeks were going to take this oh so calmly. They’d given Kitty and Lance enough trouble...Kurt didn’t look like them, he didn’t sound like them and he was *gay*. As much as he played the ladies man, dancing dutiful attendance on every pretty girl who came across his path, it was only a cover. Todd knew exactly where the fuzzy elf’s heart lay, even when he’d been going out with the Bitch, usually known as Amanda Sefton.
To Todd, she was, and would always be, the Bitch.
Fuck, that had been horrible. He’d had to...and Kurt had...dude, they weren’t ever going to get normal! It was hard enough to find some sort of peace in this screwed up world they were living in, let alone somewhere they felt actually happy. Todd had found his though. In the arms of one fuzzy blue elf, looking up at the sky and talking bullshit, philosophical questions ranging from the meaning of life, the validity of either of their leader’s dreams and whether the Smurfs were actually the first gay cartoon characters ever. It was a long running discussion, but it was actually a kind of interesting one. Kurt tossed in all the cartoons he’d seen as a kid - German ones, of course - alongside Todd’s long ranging mindless gulping of popular culture as conveyed by the box. Who needs a babysitter when you’ve got a tv huh? Cheaper. Doesn’t ask questions about why the kid has black eyes and his arm in a cast. Doesn’t call the cops when mama and daddy dearest come home rip roaring drunk and violent.
Todd watched a lot of tv as a child.
He shifted slightly and nudged Kurt’s knee under the table with his leg. The German looked up slowly and shot him a shy smile that made Todd’s heart do flipflops in his chest. Still, he’d prefer seeing that smile on a face that was blue and slightly furry rather then Caucasian preppy boy. He’d never liked fakes. Maybe that was why he loathed the X-Geeks more then anything. And Tabitha. And Mystique. He just disliked people who weren’t up front about their actions and shielded it behind hypocrisy. If he could...he’d leave. There had to be a place where him and Kurt could just live, and be, and not worry about this war that was supposedly coming. Maybe San Fran? He’d heard they were pretty tolerant out there. Or maybe New Orleans. Somewhere. Anywhere. Away. Somewhere they didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“Hey, want to duck out to the lake after?” he murmured softly, turning over the page in his English book.
“Ja...I would like that,” Kurt said back just as softly, knocking his leg against Todd’s gently. “I might duck into Gut Busters first though.”
“That’s cool dude, real cool. Pick me up something and I’ll pay you back, a’ight?”
“Hey, my treat.”
Todd looked at Kurt and caved in none too gracefully at the hopefully expectant look on the other boy’s face. He couldn’t really afford to pay anyway. He ducked his head and looked away, letting his dirty blonde hair fall over his face, grinning slightly to himself. “Alright, fine, dawg. You know what I like.”
Kurt chuckled, then tapped the book in front of him. “Ok, we need to get back to this. Watership Downs.”
“It’s a book about *rabbits*, dawg.”
“Rabbits, ja, but they are...anthro...anthromorphised? It means made to have human qualities and characteristics,” Kurt read the definition that had been provided slowly.
“They’re bunnies. They jump around, eat grass, crap and make more bunnies. What is there to get philosophical about, dawg?” Todd argued back. “Jesus, the same could be said for humans.”
Kurt shook his head at his clandestine boyfriend reprovingly and tried to get him back on track. “What character did you emphasize with the most, and why?”
Todd chewed the end of his pen reflectively, before spitting out a piece of broken plastic with a grimace. Kurt smothered a giggle, pasting a serious look on his face as the Brotherhood boy started to speak. “Fiver.”
“Fiver? The little prophet? Why Fiver, mein freund?”
“He just...shit, man.” Todd shrugged, uncomfortable. “He’s a little guy, right? The runt. That’s what his name *means*. Yet he ends up being the most...what’s the word...catalytic of the entire group. He provides the meaning for what they’re doing. He sees things the others don’t see. He’s weak, mostly insignificant and should have been dead long before he was, yet he manages to keep going and hopping along in the face of what must be the most overwhelming *fucking* fear. Seeing the future has to be one of the shittiest talents ever, man. And he doesn’t shut it out or find a way to turn it off. He lives with it, and uses it to save the lives of the rabbits around him. All the while being so scared of what’s coming he keeps blacking out to keep from facing it, but he manages to get up and keep going anyway. You know?”
Kurt’s mouth hung open slightly, before he closed it. “Wow, you actually thought that through. I’m impressed.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Todd grumbled, punching him on the arm.
Kurt laughed, rubbing the spot on his arm where the amphibious boy had slugged him. It hurt a little, but he wasn’t going to tell. “No, really!”
“Yeah, yeah. So what’s yours then?”
“El-ahrairah.”
“The rabbit god guy?”
“Ja!” Kurt nodded. “I like characters who use their wits and skills to help other people! And he is quite dashing, don’t you think? For a rabbit,” he amended.
“So you do admit this book is shitty?”
“Nein, I quite like it.” Kurt looked up as the study period bell went. “Well, that’s the end of this lesson. I’ll meet you later?”
“Sure.” Looking around and seeing no one, Todd leant forward and pressed a very determined kiss to Kurt’s lips, closemouthed and dry. That was all they had time for anyway. But there would be plenty of time...later. “See ya, fuzzbutt!” He grabbed his books and hopped away, leaving Kurt to clean up the mess of papers they had made. It was all part of the cover. And he knew Kurt didn’t mind anyway, and would be done pretty quickly.
Kurt smiled and pressed his fingers to his lips where Todd had kissed him, storing the moment away in his heart. It was the work of a moment to gather everything together and dump it in his satchel bag, before starting to walk to class. After all - he could bamf part of the way if he ran out of time.
Nether boy saw the watcher who had seen the kiss, feeling shocked to their bones. Pietro slid to the ground, putting his head in his hands.
Toad.
Nightcrawler.
An item.
A possibly very physically involved item.
He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to process this information. It was kind of mindblowing. He didn’t look up as a pair of sneakered feet came to a halt in front of him.
“Hey, Speedy, y’alright there?” a soft Kentucky voice drawled.
“Mmm? Fine, Sam. Just...saw something rather shocking.” Pietro looked up and took the hand Sam Guthrie offered to him. He leant in for the kiss he knew he was going to get, and could taste the honey in the other boy’s mouth, honey and apples. “Guess what I just saw?”
“What, besides me?”
“Yes, of course besides you.” Pietro leaned up and scruffed the taller blonde’s hair. “Idiot.”
“But yah love me, so that’s alright,” Sam said softly, knowing everyone who mattered was off to class by now.
“Toad and Kurtie, sitting in a tree - well, at those benches down there - K-I-double S-I-N-G,” Pietro singsonged.
“Why does that matter? Hell, Ah thought more people knew. Maybe it was just me?” Sam mused, giving the icy haired boy a push in the direction of his classroom, hand cupping the speedster’s ass. It was a nice ass. He rather liked to look at it and touch it often. Pietro gaped at him for a moment, then slapped Cannonball upside the head. “Hey, what was that foah?”
“Not telling *me*!”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Well...obviously my relationship gaydar isn’t as finely tuned as yours is. Give me another kiss, I’ve got to run if I’m going to make class.” Pietro bit at Sam’s lip, watching the Kentucky boy’s expression flip over into dazed lust for a moment, before stepping back and running off. Sam just shook his head and adjusted his backpack slightly before turning the corner to get to his shop class.
Well. When Mama said things were going to be interesting at boarding school, she had no *idea* how interesting.
*does a dance*
Todd/Kurt fic! Whoohoo! Pg13, possibly R. Bad language - come on, this is Todd Tolensky we're talking about here - but not gratitious, I hope. :P Secondary relationship Quicksilver/Cannonball.
Todd and Kurt have a study date and discuss Watership Downs.
I think this may possibly be extended out into a larger story. I think it will. I have *plotbunnies*.
Todd tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at Kurt. That, he decided, was it. His boyfriend was *insane*, no doubt about it. And for some reason he hadn’t quite figured out yet, was absolutely fixated on his bracers. Even now, when they were meant to be studying - their oh so handy cover for *both* of their groups and he detested having to pretend they still hated each other but it was easier then explaining - Kurt was fiddling absently with the band of leather, tracing his thick fingers over the studs.
“Dude.”
“Hmmm, was?”
“If you don’t want to be outed before you want to, you better stop with that, dawg,” Todd said in a voice that was much calmer and steadier then he felt. He shifted slightly in his seat, grateful for the table. Kurt blinked at him, before looking at his hand, flushing slightly on the holo and dropping Todd’s wrist. He felt strangely bereft...but dammit! This sneaking around was Kurt’s idea in the first place. He couldn’t blame the guy, really. Like the X-Geeks were going to take this oh so calmly. They’d given Kitty and Lance enough trouble...Kurt didn’t look like them, he didn’t sound like them and he was *gay*. As much as he played the ladies man, dancing dutiful attendance on every pretty girl who came across his path, it was only a cover. Todd knew exactly where the fuzzy elf’s heart lay, even when he’d been going out with the Bitch, usually known as Amanda Sefton.
To Todd, she was, and would always be, the Bitch.
Fuck, that had been horrible. He’d had to...and Kurt had...dude, they weren’t ever going to get normal! It was hard enough to find some sort of peace in this screwed up world they were living in, let alone somewhere they felt actually happy. Todd had found his though. In the arms of one fuzzy blue elf, looking up at the sky and talking bullshit, philosophical questions ranging from the meaning of life, the validity of either of their leader’s dreams and whether the Smurfs were actually the first gay cartoon characters ever. It was a long running discussion, but it was actually a kind of interesting one. Kurt tossed in all the cartoons he’d seen as a kid - German ones, of course - alongside Todd’s long ranging mindless gulping of popular culture as conveyed by the box. Who needs a babysitter when you’ve got a tv huh? Cheaper. Doesn’t ask questions about why the kid has black eyes and his arm in a cast. Doesn’t call the cops when mama and daddy dearest come home rip roaring drunk and violent.
Todd watched a lot of tv as a child.
He shifted slightly and nudged Kurt’s knee under the table with his leg. The German looked up slowly and shot him a shy smile that made Todd’s heart do flipflops in his chest. Still, he’d prefer seeing that smile on a face that was blue and slightly furry rather then Caucasian preppy boy. He’d never liked fakes. Maybe that was why he loathed the X-Geeks more then anything. And Tabitha. And Mystique. He just disliked people who weren’t up front about their actions and shielded it behind hypocrisy. If he could...he’d leave. There had to be a place where him and Kurt could just live, and be, and not worry about this war that was supposedly coming. Maybe San Fran? He’d heard they were pretty tolerant out there. Or maybe New Orleans. Somewhere. Anywhere. Away. Somewhere they didn’t have to pretend anymore.
“Hey, want to duck out to the lake after?” he murmured softly, turning over the page in his English book.
“Ja...I would like that,” Kurt said back just as softly, knocking his leg against Todd’s gently. “I might duck into Gut Busters first though.”
“That’s cool dude, real cool. Pick me up something and I’ll pay you back, a’ight?”
“Hey, my treat.”
Todd looked at Kurt and caved in none too gracefully at the hopefully expectant look on the other boy’s face. He couldn’t really afford to pay anyway. He ducked his head and looked away, letting his dirty blonde hair fall over his face, grinning slightly to himself. “Alright, fine, dawg. You know what I like.”
Kurt chuckled, then tapped the book in front of him. “Ok, we need to get back to this. Watership Downs.”
“It’s a book about *rabbits*, dawg.”
“Rabbits, ja, but they are...anthro...anthromorphised? It means made to have human qualities and characteristics,” Kurt read the definition that had been provided slowly.
“They’re bunnies. They jump around, eat grass, crap and make more bunnies. What is there to get philosophical about, dawg?” Todd argued back. “Jesus, the same could be said for humans.”
Kurt shook his head at his clandestine boyfriend reprovingly and tried to get him back on track. “What character did you emphasize with the most, and why?”
Todd chewed the end of his pen reflectively, before spitting out a piece of broken plastic with a grimace. Kurt smothered a giggle, pasting a serious look on his face as the Brotherhood boy started to speak. “Fiver.”
“Fiver? The little prophet? Why Fiver, mein freund?”
“He just...shit, man.” Todd shrugged, uncomfortable. “He’s a little guy, right? The runt. That’s what his name *means*. Yet he ends up being the most...what’s the word...catalytic of the entire group. He provides the meaning for what they’re doing. He sees things the others don’t see. He’s weak, mostly insignificant and should have been dead long before he was, yet he manages to keep going and hopping along in the face of what must be the most overwhelming *fucking* fear. Seeing the future has to be one of the shittiest talents ever, man. And he doesn’t shut it out or find a way to turn it off. He lives with it, and uses it to save the lives of the rabbits around him. All the while being so scared of what’s coming he keeps blacking out to keep from facing it, but he manages to get up and keep going anyway. You know?”
Kurt’s mouth hung open slightly, before he closed it. “Wow, you actually thought that through. I’m impressed.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Todd grumbled, punching him on the arm.
Kurt laughed, rubbing the spot on his arm where the amphibious boy had slugged him. It hurt a little, but he wasn’t going to tell. “No, really!”
“Yeah, yeah. So what’s yours then?”
“El-ahrairah.”
“The rabbit god guy?”
“Ja!” Kurt nodded. “I like characters who use their wits and skills to help other people! And he is quite dashing, don’t you think? For a rabbit,” he amended.
“So you do admit this book is shitty?”
“Nein, I quite like it.” Kurt looked up as the study period bell went. “Well, that’s the end of this lesson. I’ll meet you later?”
“Sure.” Looking around and seeing no one, Todd leant forward and pressed a very determined kiss to Kurt’s lips, closemouthed and dry. That was all they had time for anyway. But there would be plenty of time...later. “See ya, fuzzbutt!” He grabbed his books and hopped away, leaving Kurt to clean up the mess of papers they had made. It was all part of the cover. And he knew Kurt didn’t mind anyway, and would be done pretty quickly.
Kurt smiled and pressed his fingers to his lips where Todd had kissed him, storing the moment away in his heart. It was the work of a moment to gather everything together and dump it in his satchel bag, before starting to walk to class. After all - he could bamf part of the way if he ran out of time.
Nether boy saw the watcher who had seen the kiss, feeling shocked to their bones. Pietro slid to the ground, putting his head in his hands.
Toad.
Nightcrawler.
An item.
A possibly very physically involved item.
He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to process this information. It was kind of mindblowing. He didn’t look up as a pair of sneakered feet came to a halt in front of him.
“Hey, Speedy, y’alright there?” a soft Kentucky voice drawled.
“Mmm? Fine, Sam. Just...saw something rather shocking.” Pietro looked up and took the hand Sam Guthrie offered to him. He leant in for the kiss he knew he was going to get, and could taste the honey in the other boy’s mouth, honey and apples. “Guess what I just saw?”
“What, besides me?”
“Yes, of course besides you.” Pietro leaned up and scruffed the taller blonde’s hair. “Idiot.”
“But yah love me, so that’s alright,” Sam said softly, knowing everyone who mattered was off to class by now.
“Toad and Kurtie, sitting in a tree - well, at those benches down there - K-I-double S-I-N-G,” Pietro singsonged.
“Why does that matter? Hell, Ah thought more people knew. Maybe it was just me?” Sam mused, giving the icy haired boy a push in the direction of his classroom, hand cupping the speedster’s ass. It was a nice ass. He rather liked to look at it and touch it often. Pietro gaped at him for a moment, then slapped Cannonball upside the head. “Hey, what was that foah?”
“Not telling *me*!”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Well...obviously my relationship gaydar isn’t as finely tuned as yours is. Give me another kiss, I’ve got to run if I’m going to make class.” Pietro bit at Sam’s lip, watching the Kentucky boy’s expression flip over into dazed lust for a moment, before stepping back and running off. Sam just shook his head and adjusted his backpack slightly before turning the corner to get to his shop class.
Well. When Mama said things were going to be interesting at boarding school, she had no *idea* how interesting.