Tails of Change [Revamping!]

4) Cold-Shower Thoughts

[Author's Note:

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

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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{1.28.2018} Revamped! New material!]

Sorin slept in, and when he woke, he woke curled around the pillow Kurt had lent him. It took a moment to wake up enough to realize, but he woke up hard. Sorin groaned. Kurt had barely touched him last night, only long enough to gently apply the salve, and it hadn't been remotely sexual, but Sorin's imagination had brought Kurt's hands to other places on his body. Sorin vaguely recalled the lust-filled touches from his dreams. He also remembered the actual feeling of Kurt's tail wrapped around his own. And that memory reminded him of how, in his dreams, Kurt's hand had wrapped around his...

No. No, no, no. Sorin wasn't going to think about that.

He threw the blanket off of him and trudged to the bathroom to shower. A cold shower, to wake him up and to wash his arousal away. He pulled Kurt's shorts off and turned the water on, chastising himself for concocting the image of pulling the shorts off of Kurt instead. Then he remembered. He hadn't taken a cold shower the night before. No, after Kurt left, he'd sat for fifteen minutes uncomfortably hard, waiting for the goop time to be up. He was just thankful that Kurt hadn't noticed his reaction.

After the time passed, he'd taken a long, hot shower, washing the goop off first and then, with his back pressed against the shower wall, he had let his mind and his hands wander. Those images had seeped into his dreams.

Sorin felt his face flush. He didn't normally do things like that. He forced himself to step beneath the cold water and jerked as a strong shiver raced down his spine.

"Fuck," he hissed through clenched teeth. Cold showers sucked, but they were effective. A few minutes of icy water chilling him to the bone and Sorin's arousal was officially squashed. He twisted the shower dial off and toweled dry. With the towel wrapped around his waist, he went out to the dresser where he had tossed his bag the night before. It was a smaller sized duffle bag, for sure, but it fit all the things he had cared about bringing. He'd packed the rest of the bag with clothes.

Pulling on a clean pair of briefs and the pair of dark jeans he'd worn yesterday warmed him up a little. He dug through the duffle until he found the only long-sleeved shirt he owned. It was a dark navy color, like Kurt's hair. Sorin decided that his long-sleeve shirt wasn't such a good idea after all. He swapped it out with a blue-green tee. So what if he was a little cold? Maybe it would help keep his thoughts in check.

Along with the bathroom necessities like shampoo and a new stick of deodorant, Kurt had also given Sorin some cleaning supplies. Sorin went to work, partially to get his mind off his gutter-brained thoughts, partially because it needed to be done and he wasn't sure what else he was supposed to do. He didn't know his way around this giant place yet, nor what else he could do. He cleaned the dresser drawers first, putting what little clean clothes he had in the drawers he wanted. Then he cleaned the bookshelves. He only had one book to put on them, but as he carefully pulled the worn volume from his bag and placed it on the shelf, he was suddenly hopeful. Maybe someday these shelves would be full of books.

He finished wiping down the rest of the furniture, and then scrubbed down the bathroom. There was a niche beneath the counter on one side, a perfect place for a dirty-clothes hamper. But since Sorin didn't have one, he just tossed his dirty clothes onto the floor there. He was moving the jar of goop into a bathroom drawer, because it was too wide for the medicine cabinet, when he heard a knock.

When he opened the door, there was a beautiful, African-looking woman with long white hair holding a tray of food.

"May I enter?" she asked with a rich accent.

"Uh, yeah," Sorin said slightly confused. But the sight and smell of the food had alerted him to how hungry he actually was.

The lady made her way to the desk, elegantly stepping across the room, tendrils of her hair wisping out behind her and the long brightly patterned skirt of her dress rippling around her legs. She set the tray down and turned to smile warmly at Sorin.

"Welcome," she reached her hands out and Sorin stepped forward to offer his hands in return. She grasped his gently between hers. "Welcome to our home. I am Ororo. What is your name, my dear boy?"

"Sorin."

"Welcome, Sorin," she said tenderly. "I was concerned when you did not appear for breakfast, but the Professor said you had a rough day yesterday and thought you might need extra rest. When it became after noon, we realized you may not know your way from here to the kitchens. So, I thought you might be hungry."

"I am, thank you." Sorin was touched by Ororo's thoughtfulness.

"Oh!" she laughed. "I also brought a map." She lets go of Sorin's hands and pulls a piece of paper from beneath the plate. "It is only of the main floor and the upper floors, as the lower floors are for special purposes and we would not want a map of that to get out, but this will help you get from the kitchens to your room and to the outside. Which is the important part."

Sorin accepted the map from Ororo.

"I make a big breakfast for six-thirty every morning of the week. If you miss it, no worries, you can make your own. On the weekends, breakfast and lunch are your own responsibility. School starts at eight. We ask that you be home every day for dinner at five, unless granted otherwise. But, the kitchens are always open and we keep them stocked. So, if you are hungry, please, eat. If there is something specific you like that we do not have, let us know. We will gladly add it to our shopping list."

"Okay." He paused. "When will I be going to school?"

"It will be a few more days before you can go to school with the others. The Professor is modifying one of Kurt's backup holo-watches for you to use, but he needs a few scans first. So, eat up and the Professor will meet you in his office when you have finished."

"Okay." Sorin was a little overwhelmed, but it was good to know he had a few days to adjust before having to go to school again. He hadn't been since his parents discovered his mutation, and the few days he'd gone after his transformation had been terrifying. He'd worn a baggy sweater to hide his tail around his waist and a hat to hide his ears. But it hadn't stopped the weird looks, and the staff had not been too pleased with his dress-code breaking hat. Which is how his parents found out. He'd refused to remove his hat, and the principal had called his father to take him home.

His mother was the one who signed him out of the office. He hadn't been put on suspension, since it was his first offense, but what was waiting at home was worse than anything the school could have done. He had apologized to his father right away but it made no difference. The hand came down hard across his face, and when his father grabbed the hat, he grabbed Sorin's hair and one of Sorin's new ears. Oh how that had hurt when he yanked. The berating and the beating followed, as it always had when his father was displeased.

While he was in his thoughts, Ororo had waIked around him to the door, and paused to look back.

"I hope this place becomes home for you like it has for the rest of us." She closed the door behind her as she left.

"Me too," Sorin whispered to himself before sitting down at the desk to eat.