FIC: A one way trip (Northstar/Juggernaut)

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Title: A one way trip

Fandoms: X-Men (Comic Verse: Austen Run)
Pairings: Northstar/Juggernaut
Rating: Explicit; Extremely NSFW
Note: Spoilers of the Austen, specially Uncanny X-men #431
Summary: Cain is not as discreet as he would like to be and Jean-Paul notices.
Notes:A pwp based on a couple of pages of Uncanny X-men#431

“It sounds like you want me to find you attractive, even though you're not interested in men... Or so you say.”
Cain didn't say anything and just stared at the canadian man.. Tom always said he was attractive, especially when he cleaned up for dinner with him. He missed hearing those things from Tom, he missed Tom, things like they were before. Before the disease.

Jean-Paul was lying, Cain was very near his usual type. Big, burly, and hairy, but he was also a pain in the ass, which made the points before very much null.
The man in front of him was a troubled man in a masculinity crisis somehow larger than his physique. And deeply closeted.
Charles Xavier could have told him the person with the sexuality crisis in the school was his brother. It would save him time to figure out his plans.

Cain let out a very audible sigh.

“You know, if you wanted to fuck, there are better ways to do it than to insult me. And pouting once I reject you.” almost snapped Jean-Paul

“I don't! I am not a f…”

Jean-Paul tended to be very lenient when he recognized the self-hate but would not be insulted by Cain Marko, any more than he already had been today and it did not matter if he was the Juggernaut and Charles Xavier's brother.

“Don't you dare finish that sentence or I will drop you off this plane and you will have to walk your way to Canada and back.” Interrupted Jean-Paul, his voice full of venom but facial expression unchanged. “You are not as discreet as you would like to be to the knowing eye.”

Cain did not know what to say. He was not like Northstar, he was not gay.. He liked Tom, he dared say he loved Tom but it was just Tom. And that guy in the boarding school. But he was not gay. It was a totally different thing.

Cain frowned at the man in front of him and took a better look at him. Jean-Paul was not Tom, he was so different from Tom. He was taller, more muscular, younger, so much younger. And he was pretty, where Tom was rougher. This man was very pretty, with his perfectly combed silver hair and pointy ears. Deep down Cain could not pretend he did not think the speedster was attractive.

“Did I hit a nerve?” added Jean-Paul, now with a smirk across his pretty face

“Several.” grunted Cain

“Parfait..” Jean-Paul was starting to have fun teasing Cain. “Just so you know one thing, I lied, I do think you are cute “
Cain didn't say anything, but his frown turned into a small smile. He was not used to compliments, even as backhanded as the speedster's were.

“You are destined to be a hit between size queens or guys who are into muscle bottoms, if one day, you decide to be less self-hating about it.”

“I'm not!!!” grunted Cain and Jean-Paul gave him a look. Cain didn't like that look. Was the man a telepath? How did he do it? Charles would not dare to send a telepath without warning him. Did the gays have a way to know? How did he know the shit he was hiding even from Charles? Maybe that's how Tom knew when they met. Either way, he was not going to ask.

The atmosphere in the blackbird had shifted during the conversation, from animosity to something Cain didn't know the word for. But he was somewhat interested. Maybe a lot if he did not think about the aftermath.

“We have 1 hour and something. It is in auto-pilot. If you feel like stopping self hating and tiring your big brain thinking about my words, I will be in the changing room.” Jean-Paul said before leaving. He touched Cain's shoulder and that touch felt like he was burning his skin.

Cain panicked. It was an invitation. A very charged invitation. He was confused, the man had just spend the trip basically tearing him up a new one and now he was flirting with him? He was coming on to him, was he not? It was an invitation to a hook up..
Cain's brain must have run a thousand thoughts in the next minute.

Fooling around with a gay dude didn't mean Cain was gay. It didn't. Cain had decided that. They were two dudes trying to get laid. Didn't mean a thing. Also if he didn't like it, it meant he was not gay, and it was just Tom and now that Tom cut him off he could go and try to get with a woman. Getting a blowjob or kisses from a dude was the same thing as getting it from a woman. A mouth is a mouth. Not that Cain knew much about it, he didn't have a lot of experience with the ladies nor a lot with men besides Tom and fumbling around in boarding school. But he had some, of course, he spent the last 10 years in a relationship with Tom. He had to decide fast.

But he was tempted. Very tempted. After what appeared the longest couple of minutes of his life. He decided to follow the man to the changing room.
It was a risky move. One thing was to be with Tom, another thing was to get himself involved with another man, who was an x-men member and someone who lived under Charles' roof.

“Why me?” asked Cain entering the locker room.

Jean-Paul gave him a look, one of his very impressive eyebrows raised, a very “Are you serious?” look before going back to slowly undressing that almost skin tight suit of his.. He twisted his body, putting on a small show of flexibility with the goal of causing a reaction in the bigger man. And he was getting results, going by the growing bulge on the Juggernaut leathery pants.

“I have been in a dry spell for long and the object of my affections is, as far as I know, very straight and not into me.” He confessed while kicking off his boots and trousers. The speedster was now in a very small pair of black underwear which did nothing to hide his half hard cock.“ And like I said, I find you attractive. And you, why did you accept if like you said, you are into women?”

Cain’s mouth was dry. The man in front of him was very much almost naked now. And he was hot. Very hot. Long muscular legs, nice round ass, a slender waist. Cain's brain was having a hard time processing everything, and at some point his mouth just opened itself to the truth without thinking much of anything else.
“I lied… You're pretty hot. And i haven’t got … you know ... .since Tom…” Cain didn't finish the sentence. He felt like he had already revealed too much to the Canadian

Jean-Paul only knew whoever this Tom guy was, Cain was still enamored with him. So it seemed they were both playing the same game, using the other as a surrogate for their lust. It made Jean-Paul feel a little less guilty about using Cain.

Floating around the larger man, Jean-Paul helped him take off the skin tight top the taller man was wearing. He wanted to tear it, that thing was too thight. The Canadian felt his breath being taken away when he saw Cain shirtless. He had the torso of a Greek god, and Northstar had a fair share of experience with those. Cain's huge chest had fiery reddish hairs, and freckles spread all over it. It should be a crime to cover it. He should just wear the helmet and pants.
“Ya like what you see, pretty boy?” commented Cain, feeling a bit cocky, he was not used to causing that reaction on anyone. He was more used to men being intimidated by his physique. “Bet you love it”

“Very much. Now be a good boy and tell me how you want this to go.”

Instead of talking, Cain just grabbed Jean Paul and kissed him. It was unexpected and a bit forceful. The man kissed like a thirsty man on a desert. There was a fire there, underneath all that repression, a fire he finally had a chance to extinguish.
His huge hands were exploring every inch, every crook possible of the smaller man. At some point Cain's fingers were playing with the speedster's underwear waistband and then taking it out.
Jean-Paul moaned into the kiss when he felt Cain's hand palming his crotch. His hand was massive but he was not as clumsy as one would think, he knew what he was doing. Each touch, each stroke was deliberate, intended to show the Canadian mutant that he knew exactly what he was doing, he was there to make him feel good. Jean-Paul was leaking like a faucet, it really had been too much time since he last got laid.
He had to stop his body from jerking mid-air and thrusting onto Cain's fist. He didn't want this to end fast. Nor did he want to embarass himself by cuming too fast from the mere touch of other man.
At some point he had to stop this.
“Arretez, I want this to last longer, big boy.” asked Jean-Paul, breaking himself apart from the man.
Cain obeyed and stopped.
“Sorry.” Cain's breath was heavy. His face was as red as his hair, and his eyes almost glossy with lust. He licked his hand clean and the Canadian needed a moment to recenter himself.
“Nothing to be sorry about, now let me help you undress. It is not fair that I am the only one naked here.”

Jean-Paul started to kiss the man's collarbone, slowly going down to his pecks, descending slowly while his hands were unbuttoning Cain's leather pants. There was a wet spot there.
When he bit Cain's nipple, Jean Paul felt the man's cock twitch under his palm, begging to be freed. By the feel of it, Jean-Paul knew the man had to have a cock matching his physique. Once he unbuttoned the last one of them he saw his predictions not only were right but an understatement, in Jean-Paul's opinion. The first thought that ran through his mind was pitying any man who bottomed for Cain, and he hoped the man had not expected him to do it.
The Canadian was staring, mind blank for a hot second.
Cain finished undressing and sat down, whole Jean-Paul went to his bag and took a small vaseline package, lube and a condom, and dipped his fingers on vaseline package and passed on his lips
“You keep that in ya all the time?” asked Cain, it was clearly he wanted to make some joke.
“Vaseline is great for chapped lips. “ he said opening the bottle and spreading the liquid on his fingers. “you should try it sometimes. Now…you still haven't told me how you want this to go.”
“Just stick it in, pretty boy, I don't need all that. You can't hurt me.”
“You are gonna have to wait. I happen to be a speedster who likes to take his time. Now suit yourself.””

Cain laid on his stomach, legs spread. Jean-Paul's slick fingers slid inside Cain, slowly stretching him out a bit by bit.

 

“Just fucking do it, twinkle toe.”
“On your back then.”

Jean-Paul did as he was told and Cain gasped. The last time he did it with Tom felt like it was a lifetime ago, and he had forgotten how it felt. It did not hurt as much as he had expected but it still sting. He bites his lips hard enough to draw a bit of blood.
“Ça va?” asked Jean-Paul with a very sarcastic tone
“Just keep going, pretty boy.” demanded Cain “feels good”
Jean Paul started slow, to give him time to adjust. He could go faster, he knew that, after all it was not like he could hurt the Juggernaut, but he wanted to make the most of it, make it last as long as he could.
“You feel so good around me, big guy. So tight.”
Cain could not help but notice all the differences between this and sex with Tom. How Tom would go slower, painfully slow at times, how he would caress Cain's thighs, how Tom would joke and make him laugh sometimes when he saw Cain was too tense. It was never like this, not even at the beginning when they were just two men in prison. This, this was different. It was raw and brutal.
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“Tom…” Cain whispered between his almost inaudible moans.

Jean-Paul pretended not to hear. Just as he somehow pretended the man he was fucking was not Cain Marko.

Everything about Cain was the opposite of Bobby.
Cain was hairy, he was tall and large, the man huge, an impressive human especimen. He had so much in common with his last boyfriends, Hector and Hercules than his current crush.

“Pretty Boy, … how fast … can you go?” asked Cain, between moans
“Fast enough … to tear someone apart, never tried it” Jean-Paul confessed, it was not that he was not curious, but he had always been very careful not to lose control over his power.
“I am not just someone, I am the juggernaut, you can't hurt me. So fuck me like you mean it.”
“Mon dieu, such eagerness.”
Jean-Paul didn't like to be told what to do and liked even less to decline a challenge.

Cain till that point did not seem to be a very vocal man, his moans were like whispers, his grunts almost inaudible, as if he was afraid to be caught; as if someone else could listen to them. Jean-Paul imagined Cain’s repression had something to do with it. It was a pity, seeing a man with so much power being so afraid of others' perceptions of him. But as Jean-Paul went faster and faster Cain stopped to be able to stop his voice from coming out.
His hands were gripping on Cain's hips with a superhuman strength. In any other person it would hurt and bruise, even potentially break a bone.

“ . . . oh yes, harder harder! Don't stop! Just don't you dare stop. “

Using his super speed focused on his fingers, Jean-Paul reached for the other man's cock.
Cain's entire body jerked in reaction. He had never felt something like that.
Both of them were experiencing sensations foreign to them. Jean-Paul's entire body was basically vibrating at that point, Cain's thighs wrapped around him almost crushing him. He had never done that, never reached that speed.
The locker room echoed the sounds of skin slapping, the grunts, the moans.

It did not take long till Cain came all over his own torso and face. He had an arm covering the top half of his face, ashamed of looking Jean-Paul in the eyes. His face and torso were flushed, matching the colours of his chest hair. The view was obscene. And it drove Jean-Paul over the edge, he had to bite his lip not to let Bobby's name escape but he was sure he had not done that on time.

Jean Paul collapsed over Cain, needing to catch his breath for a moment. Cain's huge hand was on Jean-Paul's head, running his fingers through his now unruly hair.
“That was …” commented Cain “...good”
“Glad you enjoyed it.” said Jean-Paul, getting up and throwing away the condom. He quickly picked a towel from his bag, throwing it to the other man. “Clean yourself, it does not take long to arrive.” Cain cleaned himself, and sat on the bench, slowly dressing himself.

“Ya know a thing.” Cain said casually. “You said you liked men with hair in their chest and Freeze-n-eat does not have a single hair there.”

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