Tails of Change [Revamping!]

24) Final Exam

[Author's Note:

X-Men Characters in this Chapter: Nightcrawler (Kurt)

OC Characters in this Chapter: _____(Sorin)

*Italicized words are either German words or English words with a more Germanic spelling. Any words that are dissimilar to the English version (or a bit out of context) will have a translation appearing here:

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{8.23.2020} Revamped! New material!]
  
  
Friday night Kurt and a couple others were sent on a mission, as a favor for one of the Professor's friends. Sorin wasn't real sure who else went with Kurt only that Kurt had gone and he hadn't gone alone. The younger group of students who were done with school for the year were sent to one of the training camp locations for two weeks with Ororo and Dr. McCoy as chaperones. Sorin heard Rogue and Gambit were also headed to the camp to help out. So the mansion was unusually quiet all weekend.

Sorin did a little bit of studying, mostly just a quick refresher of what they'd covered all year. Nothing too intensive.

Monday morning the seniors ate together, silently. Everyone seemed to be mentally preparing for the graduation exam. Being the final, cumulative exam of high school, it determined who was actually going to graduate or not. You had to pass it to pass high school. If you'd payed attention to the class lectures all senior year, you had a pretty good chance of passing it. So Sorin wasn't concerned. Briefly, on their way to school, Kurt asked how he felt about the exam, and he told Kurt he was pretty sure he'd be fine. Kurt too. Kurt returned the sentiment and they rode the rest of the way to school in silence.

At school seniors crowded in the lobby waiting for the test proctors to call them into the gymnasium. When they were, they trickled in and sat down. At exactly eight thirty, the proctors began giving test instructions, and then Sorin was preoccupied with test taking.

The graduation exam goes smoothly for Sorin. Until he gets that sinking feeling that he sometimes gets right before his heat starts up. Oh please no, Sorin begs mentally. Not here. Not now. Sorin forces his eyes to the test paper before him as his eyes glaze over, his consciousness lost to a wave of hormones threatening to wash over him any minute. It takes all of his concentration to sit still in that moment. 

After a several moments, Sorin's focus recovers and he immediately returns to taking the exam. The sooner he finishes, he groans mentally — not a word he needs to be thinking about right now —, the sooner he can leave. He reads the next question. He reads it again. His visual focus has returned but it is hard to mentally focus when trying to restrain yourself physically. He rereads the question, slowly, and then the multiple choice answers. He circles one, draws a circular doodle on the side of the page to keep his attention on the paper as he thinks over the question he just answered. Content with his choice, he stops doodling and moves his attention to the next question. In this manner, he proceeds.

He is successful at maintaining focus until the last page, just three short-answer questions left. 

His heat flares. Sorin can feel himself start to harden as the bursts of desire radiate across his skin.  He casts glances around him. Some of the students have finished and exited, leaving a spotting of empty desks around the gymnasium. To his right, two desks over and one row back, sits Kurt, who, to Sorin's horror, looks up at him, as if he'd sensed Sorin was looking. Sorin blushes in distress and turns his head down towards his paper, hoping Kurt hadn't seen. Three. Questions. Left. Three questions. That's it. He can do this.

White paper. Black text. Explain. The difference. Between. His legs. No. No, no. Betweenfusionandfission. What are those words? Read. Fission. And. Fusion. Explain the difference between fusion and fission. Ok. He can do that.

He thinks.

With more effort than it should have taken, Sorin puts his pen to the paper and carefully forms each word. Okay, he did it. A question is done. He's so clo— nope, not that word either— almost done. He's almost done the test. Two. More. Questions.

What. Are. The laws. Of refraction. Refractions laws. Ok. He slowly pens them, focusing on each word and how the blue ink of his pen forms each letter of it.

The heat fades back to almost nothing. Sorin finishes the second question and then double checks his first before moving on to the third.

One more. He can do this.  Define. Entropy. List three. Ways. Entropy. Is increased. Ok. He knows that.

He lists three answers, not noting the heat has faded enough for his thoughts to be more clear and his writing quicker.

Done. He doesn't even waste time closing the booklet. He pushes out of his seat with a screech of his chair that under normal circumstances he would be embarrassed about, but at the moment he barely acknowledges, and vacates the gymnasium with one goal in mind: make it to the bathroom. Not the one between the gymnasium and the exit, that one everyone would be using on their way out of the building after the exam, but the one least used, even during active school hours. He glances around as he goes, but everyone is either in the gymnasium completing the test, outside waiting for a ride or hanging out, or already gone. He sees nobody in the building as he rounds the corner and makes his way further into the building.

When he gets to the bathroom, he's relieved to find the school staff hasn't locked it for the summer yet. Unfortunately without the key, he can't lock it either. He goes to the stall furthest from the door, locks himself inside, and deftly frees himself of his pants. With them around his ankles, he gets comfortable on the toilet and slips his hand around his shaft. A wave courses though him, short and sweet. 

He rubs himself at varying speeds and roughness until he is on the edge. Even though he's alone, he does his best to keep himself from making too much noise since it's possible teachers were still utilizing their classrooms. He would not want a teacher overhearing him jacking himself off. Or anyone for that matter.