Confusing The Issue
Twenty minutes later, naked, and arching from her touch,
he felt as though he would die at any moment. Rogue had touched
him everywhere, as if memorializing his body, leaving no patch
of skin neglected. The silk gloves made her hands even softer
than they were naturally, a sensation that only added to his
torment. He had hardened only a short time after she had begun
touching him -- only a subconscious response that this was
Rogue and that he should not react to her had held him at
bay, and once he was able to struggle past that, all of the
old desire he had felt for Rogue from the first came surging
If she had done this earlier, if he had not already achieved
orgasm earlier with Remy, he would have already ejaculated,
unable to take the sensual teasing on top of the toll his
weeks of forced restraint had imposed upon him.
But he had already had one orgasm, and his body seemed capable
of stretching this out an infinite amount of time, as long
as he remained deprived of direct contact with the part of
him that wanted it the most.
The scarf floated down over his face, and he focused on Rogue's
lips and hair as she bent down to kiss him through the thin,
sheer silk. He wanted to take her head in his hands and hold
her, but did not dare. He could hardly concentrate on his
own thoughts for more than a moment at a time, much less the
magnetic shield that he would need to protect himself against
"So," a drawling voice asked from the other end
of the bed, "do you b'lieve now dat de man wants you?"
Rogue pulled away from Joseph, and he moaned a little at
being deprived of contact with her.
"Ah think so."
Remy's laugh was as rich and rippling as it had been the
night before, and Joseph felt as much caressed by it as he
did by Rogue's hands. "C'mere, chere, and look at dis."
Unlike Rogue, Gambit had no restraints on how he could touch
Joseph. Now, he leaned his hip and part of his torso against
Joseph's thigh, winking at the other man before returning
to grinning at Rogue. Joseph drew in his breath sharply at
that warm contact.
Gambit's body was touching his, and even through the other
man's robe, he could feel heat spreading from the Cajun to
him. A heat that was missing from Rogue's teasing touch. She
was cautious about how she touched him, even with the sheet
between their bodies -- and that was the best thing for all
of them -- but it left him exposed and without much in the
way of physical reassurance. The kind of physical reassurance
that Gambit was now giving him unthinkingly, casually.
I must have some twistedness buried in my psyche that
the first woman I fall in love with is someone whom I can't
fully touch. When I can touch her, I have to be emotionally
closed off to do it. When she touches me, we're separated
by a different kind of barrier. Of space as much as silk.
What does this say about me, or about the man I really am,
but can't remember?
Silk trailed over his erection, a whisper soft caress that
could only have come from the scrap of silk. Joseph raised
his head to see Gambit demonstrating on him to what effect
that item could be used.
Rogue giggled, and took the scarf, imitating Gambit's actions
and giggling more when Joseph's penis bobbed in response to
that tantalizing touch.
She hardly seemed to realize that he was there at all. Joseph
wondered how much more he could take of being a sexual experiment.
Then the silk wrapped around his erection, and his head fell
back onto the bed, as he forgot about thought and concentrated
on sensation, thrusting into that elusive caress.
His hands clutched at the bed, and one of them was taken
in a strong grip and held. Flesh against flesh. Gambit.
His need for physical contact met, Joseph relaxed into the
tension then, letting it build as it would. The silk slipped
against his skin, tantalizing him without giving him enough
contact to give him any hope of actually finding any release
Conversation went on around him, and he took no notice of
"Now what do Ah do, Remy?"
"'Pends on what you want t'do, chere. T'ink dat Joseph
appreciate just about whatever you want t'do."
A laugh. "Like dis." A hand stroked his penis,
touching him lightly, yet more firmly than the scrap of silk
fabric ever could, sliding along his hot, stretched skin.
A silk-clad hand joined it, and his hips rocked with the
motion of the two hands touching him. They explored him, tested
his textures and his reactions, seeing what kind of groans
they could draw from him.
But there was no rhythm. No steady pressure, and he found
himself opening his mouth to beg, "Please... finish it.
He didn't hear the reply, if there were a reply. All Joseph
knew was that the touch stopped entirely, and he cried out,
in frustration and pain. "No! -- Please... you have to...
"Now do you b'lieve dat he wants you?" Gambit's
dark voice asked.
"Ah think Ah do," came Rogue's wondering voice.
"D' you want t'give de man what he wants, chere? 'Cause
he does want it, b'lieve me, he does."
"Ah don't think Ah could," she said, glancing doubtfully
at Joseph's erection. "Ah mean, Ah thought I could when
we started this. But Ah've never... well..."
"Know what you mean -- but you sure? Gambit t'ink dat
the man appreciate your attention."
"Please, Remy--" she said, anxiety in her voice.
"This is just all too much for me. Ah--" she blushed,
"--just barely lost my virginity and this is..."
Joseph registered the anguish in Rogue's voice, in the voice
of the woman who had just brought him to this state of need.
Desire to finish this encounter in any way possible warred
with the need to comfort her. "Rogue! It's all... right,"
he interrupted, panting. He sat up, trying to reach out to
her. "I... I'll be fine. You don't have to do anything.
I don't mind."
Rogue's expression became more pained as she recoiled from
Gambit intervened. "Non, Joseph. You don't have t'do
dat. Gambit take care of you. An'--" he addressed himself
to Rogue, "de man so desperate dat he offering to forget
dat you got him all riled up. Take dat as a compliment, chere,
'cause it is."
Joseph looked between them both, mind still too overwhelmed
by his body's needs to be able to follow Gambit's thought-process.
His expression was full of fear and attenuated desire. "Please...
I'll be okay--"
"Yes, you will," Gambit said, gently pushing him
back down onto the bed. "You be just fine. Let Gambit
help you out."
And then that marvelous mouth was once again on his penis,
and Joseph forgot about Rogue. Forgot about his offer to stop
wanting. Forgot about everything but the fulfillment
that was rushing through him.
He cradled Gambit's head in his hands, hardly aware of doing
so, fingers combing through the mop of red-brown hair. He
did not grab or demand -- this was a gift, and he knew it,
if he could know anything at all at that moment.
There was no build-up in tension, no warning. One moment,
the unbearable agony of wanting held him -- the next, his
world was a sharp vastness of release, the sensation like
pain, but the kind of pain that he needed now. Joseph held
his breath as the feeling lasted longer than he thought it
could possibly last, then exhaled in panting gasps as it passed
through him. He shivered, trembling with his reaction to that
climax as Gambit continued his attentions until Joseph had
become nothing more than a boneless, unresisting puddle of
flesh on the bed.
Remy moved up, grinning. "Trust me, chere, he wanted
dat bad." He made as if to lie down on Rogue's other
side so that the woman would be between the two men, but Joseph
roused himself enough to protest, grabbing Remy's arm to tug
Gambit raised his eyebrows. "What you want, cher?"
Joseph couldn't speak yet, couldn't articulate his thoughts.
But he knew what he needed. He tugged again, and Gambit acquiesced,
coming to lie between a sheet-clad Rogue and Joseph. Joseph
found the strength to curl up against Gambit, then collapsed,
tugging at the robe Gambit had donned earlier until he felt
the reassuring warmth of bare skin against his, and knowing
that this was where he wanted to be.
Not with Rogue.
The thought should have bothered him, but at the moment,
nothing could bother him.
"Thank you," Joseph said, slipping into sleep.
Gambit regarded him with a tender smile. "You're welcome,
Rogue was wide-eyed. "Wow. Ah didn't know that was possible."
She blushed. "Ah mean, Ah know it's possible, but Ah
didn't know Ah could do that to someone."
Remy's smile turned to Rogue, becoming broader, a caricature
of a leer. "You can do lots of things, p'tite. Remind
me to show you all of dem."
"Today?" she squeaked.
He grinned. "Gambit hadn't planned on dat, but seein'
as how he's in bed wit' an apparent nymphomaniac, guess he
doesn't have a lot of choice."
"Why, Ah ought to..."
His grin grew wider. "No need t'use force on me, chere.
Unless you like dat kind of t'ing."
She glared at him and nestled under his arm, protected from
contact with his skin both by the sheet and his robe. "Just
shut your mouth, Cajun. Before Ah forget that Ah like you."
Gambit was about to drift off as well when Rogue asked sleepily,
"So why is Joseph sleeping next to you and not me?"
Discretion was the better part of valor, wasn't it? Remy
pretended to be asleep, and in a few short breaths, the pretense
was the truth as he, too, fell into an exhausted, sated slumber.
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