“A
what?” JC asked.
Professor
Charles Xavier regarded JC with calm eyes. “You’re a mutant, JC. At least
that’s what the general public is starting to call us.”
“You
know this because…”
“Because
I am one as well,” he said. “I know this is hard for you to understand right
now. But it’s not as uncommon as you may think. This school is home to many of
them, including Logan and Jean,” he finished.
“And
how did I become this way?”
“No
one really knows for sure why it happens,” Professor Xavier said. “But at
some point, usually during adolescents, there is a mutation of DNA that
transforms people giving them unusual powers.”
“But…my
parents said I was like this when I was little,” JC said. “And that man,
Essex, said he had them drug me to keep me under control.”
Xavier
nodded. “Yes, I know. There are occasions when the mutations have occurred
much earlier, or even at birth. You seem to be one of those cases. As I said,
this is probably hard to understand right now, but with time…”
“No,
not really,” JC interrupted. “It actually makes much more sense now. I’m
some kind of genetic freak, and you’ve brought me here to be with other freaks
so, what, I don’t bother anyone? Is that it?”
Xavier
shook his head. “You’re free to leave anytime you want, JC,” he said.
“But I’m hoping you’ll stay a while, learn how to control your powers, and
even try to begin accepting them as a part of you.”
JC
looked at him skeptically. “Accept them?” he demanded “How? How do I
accept the fact my parents don’t want anything to do with me? How can I accept
the fact that some creepy doctor wants to experiment on me?” His voice dropped
to a whisper as he dropped his head into his hands. “And how do I explain all
of this to Justin, and ask him to accept me like this?”
Xavier
wheeled closer to JC. “I can’t help you with your parents, JC,” he said
softly. “And I’ll do everything in I can to keep Essex away from you.” He
laid a hand on JC’s arm, causing him to look up. “But I have a feeling that
your Justin loves you enough to accept you no matter what.”
JC
was unconvinced. “I don’t know…”
Xavier
smiled. “Come with me,” he instructed, leading the way out of the room on
silent wheels.
JC
had no option but to follow.
“That’s
right!” Justin said with a laugh. “The arm goes from the outside in.” He
raised his arm, showing again the last movement to “Bye Bye Bye.” The crowd
surrounding Justin mimicked his movements, doing the move in unison, then
cheering. Justin smiled broadly at his pupils. “Wonderful! You’ve got it
down perfectly,” he exclaimed.
“Thanks,
Justin,” a girl said shyly from the back. “We saw you in concert last year,
but this is ever so much more fun!”
Justin
smiled at her. “You’re welcome,” he said. “Now, fair is fair…time for
you guys to show me something!”
The
crowd of people moved apart, clearing the gym floor. One boy supplied a
basketball and tossed it to Justin. “Here, charge the basket,” he said.
Justin
headed to the unprotected basket, only to be stopped by the body that
materialized in front of him. He slammed down onto to hard floor. “Whoa!” he
said. “Where the hell did you come from?” He blinked as the boy disappeared,
only to stand right behind him and steal the ball. “Hey! That is awesome,”
Justin said, rising from the floor. “Think of all the fouls you’d cause.”
The
boy shook his head. “Nah, that wouldn’t be fair,” he explained.
“Professor Xavier says we shouldn’t use our powers for personal gain like
that.”
Justin
nodded. “I understand,” he said. “What else can you do?” he asked the
other kids around him.
One
girl came forward. “Charge the basket again,” she instructed.
Justin
did so, dribbling the ball with ease until he felt himself be lifted off the
floor. He hovered above the rim for a moment before slam-dunking the ball into
the hoop. He was lowered gracefully to the floor and turned in amazement.
“Holy shit!” he exclaimed, then turned red at his words. “I mean, wow!”
The
children laughed. “I think you were right the first time,” one girl said,
her accent thick with the sounds of the south.
Justin
walked over to her, noting her bright green eyes and the streak of white in her
red hair. She was also wearing gloves, long black gloves that ended above her
elbows.
“Always
nice to meet a fellow southerner,” he said, holding out his hand.
The
girl placed her gloved hand into Justin’s for a second, withdrawing it quickly.
“I’m Rogue,” she said. “And you’re Justin Timberlake.”
Justin
nodded. “Where are you from?” he asked.
“Mississippi.”
“Oh
my,” Justin grinned. “Too bad Lance isn’t here. No one is prouder of being
from Mississippi than him, and he loves meeting fellow Mississippians.”
“I’d
like that,” Rogue answered. “It’s been a while since I’ve been home, and
I miss it sometimes.”
Justin
nodded. “I know how that is,” he agreed. He dribbled the ball a few times.
“Can I ask you something?” he said.
“Sure.”
“Is
JC okay here?” She looked at him quizzically. “I mean, was it okay leaving
him alone with this Xavier guy? He’s not going to get hurt, is he?”
Rogue
shook her head. “No, he’ll be fine,” she explained. “Professor X is the
best. JC’s in good hands.”
“He
should be in mine,” Justin whispered, then blushed. “I mean, well, what I
meant was…”
She
smiled. “What you mean is you love him, and are worried about him, right?”
He
nodded. “I came so close too losing him, I don’t…” Justin’s voice
trailed off as he felt JC’s presence in the gym. Justin looked around, finally
spying him standing above the gym floor behind a glass wall, Professor Xavier
next to him. Justin raised a hand and waved.
Are
you all right?
he mouthed.
JC
nodded.
Justin
smiled.
Then
someone stole the basketball from Justin, and the game was on.
“Justin
doesn’t look too bothered right now,” Professor Xavier said. “I think he
might just surprise you after all.
JC
looked down at Justin as he played basketball. He did seem all right. JC smiled
as he watched Justin float in air to make a shot, realizing that someone must
have lifted him up with the same kind of powers he had. Justin laughed after
making the shot, flashing JC a dazzling smile.
“Josh?”
Justin said, coming into the room they’d been given.
“Over
here,” a voice called. JC was standing next to the window, looking outside.
Justin
walked over and stood behind JC, reaching out a hand. JC started a bit, but
moved towards Justin’s touch. Justin wrapped his arms around JC as the older
man leaned against his chest. Justin nuzzled JC’s hair, reveling in the smell
and the feel of his lover. “How’d things go with the X guy?” Justin asked.
“Okay
I guess,” came the answer. “Said I’m a mutant.”
“Is
that a technical term?”
JC
laughed a bit. “I guess so,” he explained. “He said that there’s lots of
us around, and it usually happens during adolescence, some kind of wonky DNA
change. But I’m a special case, since I’ve been like this since birth.”
“Always
have to be different,” Justin joked. He felt JC stiffen in his arms. “What
is it?”
JC
looked at him with solemn eyes. “I am different, Justin,” he said.
“You have no idea how different I am.”
Justin
shrugged. “So?”
JC
blinked. “What do you mean, so?” He moved out of Justin’s arms and paced
the room. “I’m a mutant, a freak, Justin. Doesn’t that bother you at
all?”
Justin
smiled. “Josh, you’ve always been the freakiest man I know, and I love you
beyond reason.” He walked over to JC. “Why would this make any difference?”
“It
should.”
“It
doesn’t.”
“It
doesn’t bother you that I can move things with my mind?” JC asked. “That
some sick guy wants to ‘study’ me? That my own parents hate me?”
“Your
parents are idiots,” Justin said. “And that guy will never get near you
again, I swear it.”
“And
the other thing?” JC asked. “My powers?”
“No,
your powers don’t bother me,” Justin explained. “I don’t understand them,
but in time it’ll be as if you’ve always had them, just one more part of
what makes you, you.”
“How
can you be so accepting?” JC wondered.
“What’s
the alternative?” Justin said. “Give you up? That’s not even an option.
Besides,” he continued, sitting on the bed and removing his shoes. “I know
dam well you’d be saying the same things to me if the situation was reversed.”
“But
it never is you, Justin,” JC said bitterly. “It’s always me that has the
weirdness going on.”
“Yeah,
that does seem to be the case,” Justin joked, coming over to JC again. “It
doesn’t matter, you know.”
“What
doesn’t?”
“Any
of it,” Justin said, waving a hand around the room “Listen to me. I love you.
You could have four head and eight legs, and I’d love you. You could be blind
and deaf, and I’d still love you. You could do anything, say anything,
and I will love you until I die.” He reached up a hand and pulled JC’s face
to his. “But if you think this will change that, change my love for you,” he
whispered against JC’s lips. “Show me, make me understand how, because I
just don’t see it happening.” With that, Justin lowered his mouth onto
JC’s.
The
kiss was hot and strong and just what JC needed. He melted into Justin, opening
his mouth and sucking Justin’s tongue inside. Justin smiled against JC’s
mouth at the action, pulling back a bit.
“You
like that, do you?” Justin teased, leaning back in to nibble JC’s soft pink
lips. “How much?”
JC
blinked. “How much what?”
“How
much do you like it?” Justin asked, running a hand down to JC’s groin and
lightly touching the hardness there. “Enough to show me what you can do?”
“Justin…”
Justin
pressed his hand harder against JC’s groin. “Come on, Josh,” he teased.
“You think I can’t handle your differences, well, here’s your opportunity.”
Justin deftly opened JC’s fly and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.
“Show
me what you can do, and see if it really bothers me,” Justin challenged. He
looked at JC with mischievous eyes, licking his lips lightly as his hand
enclosed JC’s engorged cock. “I’m betting it doesn’t,” he finished,
once again fusing his mouth to JC’s.
The
lovers feasted on each other’s mouths, tongues dancing, teeth nibbling. Justin
felt JC’s hands move up his body and take hold of his head. He smiled against
JC’s mouth as his hands continued their assault on JC’s cock.
JC
pulled back from Justin’s mouth, observing the younger man’s smile. “You
won’t be scared?” he asked, stepping back a bit.
“Of
you?” Justin shook his head. “Never.” Justin stepped back a bit as well,
putting a few feet between them.
JC
cocked his head at his lover. He reached out a hand, and with a flick of his
wrist, removed Justin’s shirt from his body. Justin smiled broadly. JC reached
out again, this time pointing at Justin’s fly. Justin felt the buttons of his
jeans pop open slowly. Justin stepped out of the jeans as they were lowered and
stood naked before JC.
Their
eyes were locked, their bodies not touching, but Justin could feel JC’s hands
on him without their actual touch. It was the sexiest thing JC had ever done.
Justin’s breathing became rapid and shallow, his eyes closing, as the
sensation of JC’s touch moved over him. Soon, he felt like he was floating and
indeed he was. JC had lifted him off the ground, sailing him over to the bed. He
lowered Justin softy onto the bed.
Justin
watched as his lover undressed completely, reaching out as JC approached the bed.
“I love you,” Justin whispered as they kissed again. “I love every part,
every fiber, every ounce of you.”
JC
lowered himself between Justin’s thighs. He reached out finger to Justin’s
mouth, who licked the digit wet. Slowly, JC lubricated Justin’s entrance, then
positioned himself at the portal. JC locked his hands with Justin’s as he
slowly pressed inside his body…
…and
also his mind. Justin felt an explosion of love in his mind, and knew, without a
doubt, JC had tapped an entrance into his thoughts. He poured back the love he
felt, telling JC over and over and over again of his love.
The
men danced on the bed in a rhythm at first soft, gentle, but finally turning
strong and sure and hard. As strong and as sure as their love. And as hard as
two powerful people can give pleasure, JC and Justin did for each other.
They
erupted in a sea of light, feeling their orgasms not only in their bodies, but
in their minds and in their hearts.