Part 6


“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.



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