JP and Alex (it works because Kari said so)

[thenorthstar]

Jean-Paul is having the worst year of his entire life. And he has had some terrible years. He thought there would never be anything worse than the year his sister was tortured, saved, and then begged to come home to hide where she felt she belonged - just when Jean-Paul was trying to make a life in New York.

But things had gotten better. Jeanne-Marie was stronger, sometimes. And Jean-Paul had found the purpose he'd always longed for in sports. Skiing suited his mutation but didn't totally draw from it; it was like he finally had a way to channel this thing he couldn't bear to live with.

And he did it. He won gold.

And he was outed as a mutant, stripped of his medal, and all but exiled.

Jean-Paul didn't know how to come back from it; his pride was too great for this blow.

So, New York. Again. So, museums, and coffee alone, his sister too afraid to venture out unless she was too comfortable to venture out.

Usually the park wasn't his thing, but there he was at Madison Square Park, relishing the brisk chill of oncoming fall, idly watching squirrels, clutching a cup of (bad) coffee. Trying to learn to be still.

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[thenorthstar]

"You noticed," Jean-Paul replied, pleased. "For that, you may go a little, just a little, faster."

[secondsummers]

He sped up, just a little, eyes falling closed for a long moment. "You aren't someone who easily escapes notice, Jean-Paul."

[thenorthstar]

"It's a blessing and a curse." He said it dryly, but he meant it. "Twist your hand."

[secondsummers]

"It is for the rest of us, too." He groaned softly as he did as Jean-Paul said.

[thenorthstar]

"That was such a good noise, I think you should do that again." Jean-Paul was enjoying himself immensely.

[secondsummers]

He groaned again without even having to try. That smug little smile Jean-Paul wore was driving Alex crazy in all the best ways.

[thenorthstar]

"Hmm. And I think you can be faster now. You've earned it." This day had really turned itself around!

[secondsummers]

His pupils had swallowed all but a sliver of blue in his eyes, precome leaking from the head of his cock as he dutifully sped up his motions. "Fuck."

[thenorthstar]

"Now stop." Jean-Paul smirked - holding it for a few beats, as though it were really over - before dropping to his knees and taking Alex into his mouth.

[secondsummers]

Alex let out as a strangled laugh as he stopped. God, Jean-Paul was cruel. Except then Jean-Paul was kneeling down and "Ohthankgod." He pushed his fingers into Jean-Paul's hair because he couldn't not touch him and let his thumbs brush against the pointed tips of Jean-Paul's ears.

[thenorthstar]

Jean-Paul almost never let men touch his ears, but Alex had long been an exception. He loved the sensation, but he was picky about who he would let cause it. He let that feeling hum in the back of his mind, working his tongue and mouth in a way that, Jean-Paul was convinced, was perfect.