Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 31 (Marvel) (Patreon)

A/N: Peter has arrived at the Institute. Just to be clear, I'm sort of just plucking things from the comic continuities and going wild with it at this point. So if something doesn't line up with your expectations, just go with it~

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Peter was secure enough in himself that he could take the hit to his ‘comfortability’ in favor of making sure Jean felt safe and secure. As such, the choice was ultimately obvious in his eyes.

“You have your own room at the Institute, right? Let’s do this there.”

For a moment, Jean’s face is as red as her hair. She bites her lower lip… before hesitantly nodding.

“M-More or less. Okay, let’s do it!”

Offering her his hand, Peter grins when Jean is quick to take it in her own. The psychic intertwines her fingers with his before moaning like it’s the best thing in the world. Clearly, it’s an over-exaggeration, and she giggles when he laughs. Meanwhile, those around them glance their way, but pay them no further mind then that. They’re just a cute couple, nothing to see here…

Catching a bus to the Institute isn’t a problem, and on the way there, Peter thinks over what he knows about the place. The Xavier Institute for Higher Learning had become something of an open secret since Thanos’ attack. More open, and less secret. The mutants had come out of the woodwork in order to defend Earth right alongside their homo sapien counterparts.

That led to a lot of good will, perhaps finally offsetting the bad, so to speak. In the aftermath of Thanos and the horrors he’d wrought, the Xavier Institute had gone semi-public. Most people probably didn’t know it’s true purpose, thinking it just another private school… but those who were aware of such things, knew that it was in fact a safe haven for mutant-kind.

Peter didn’t begrudge them that. He knew full well just how bad it was for so many of them. But he had to admit, he was a little curious what it would be like. Would it look like some old Victorian-style mansion? Or more like a post-modern private college?

The answer, it turned out, was a mixture of both. As Peter and Jean hop off of the bus and walk the rest of the way to the Institute, they find themselves on a private road that winds through a copse of trees, before opening out onto a well-manicured lawn that extends all the way up to the estate itself.

The Xavier Institute of Higher Learning certainly started out life as the Victorian-style mansion that Peter had been picturing in his mind’s eye, but there had been additions to its infrastructure, new buildings made in a very different style of architecture that reminded him of his own sleek, post-modern school.

And even more was being constructed as they walked up. It seemed to Peter that the tentative trust and positive good will being extended to mutants was being exploited by those smart enough to see the opportunity for what it was. And really, good for them.

Who could say when the winds would blow in the opposite direction, really? There were always those who hated the Other, and who sought to make others hate the Other alongside them. Anti-mutant sentiment would almost certainly rise again, whether because of some firebrand shouting from a soapbox, or because of a mutant villain ruining it for everyone else, or even a mixture of both.

For the time being though at least, the mutants had the good will of the majority of humanity, and if they wanted to use that to get some renovations done, Peter certainly wasn’t going to begrudge them that. As he and Jean finally make it to the front doors of the Institute, she leads him inside, still holding him tightly by the hand.

They don’t get more than a few feet in before being interrupted, however.

“Welcome back, Ms. Grey. You’ve brought quite the interesting guest to visit, haven’t you?”

Jean startles, looking up at the ceiling in surprise. Peter does so as well, though he’s also a little surprised that… well, Jean is surprised.

“Is that…?”

Flushing, Jean lets out a nervous little laugh.

“That’s Cerebra, she’s um, a psychic computer that Beast and Professor Xavier built to replace our previous mutant detector, Cerebro. They call her his big sister, or something.”

Then, speaking more clearly to Cerebra, Jean clears her throat.

“A-Ahem. This is Peter Parker, Cerebra. I hope there’s nothing wrong with him coming to visit… you don’t usually make mention of visitors l-like this?”

Ah, was that why Jean was nervous? Knowing what he knew now about this Cerebra, Peter blushes a bit. She was another AI, just like Friday, just like Karen. Surely she couldn’t… detect the ‘scent’ of her fellow AI on him, or something right?

“No. Nothing wrong. Just… curious.”

And yet, Peter can hear something in the digitalized feminine tone. Something that’s trying to act painfully nonchalant and uncaring, but at the same time… she’s interested in him. Heh, will he make it out of the Xavier Institute without getting another AI notch on his belt? Did he even want to?

Before he can speak up, Cerebra’s digital voice comes over the mansion’s comms once more.

“Carry on, young Ms. Grey, Mr. Parker. Carry on.”

Peter gets the impression that Cerebra wants them to think that she’s turned her attention away. He also gives it a fifty-fifty whether she ACTUALLY did so or not. Still, with her ending the conversation, there’s not much he or Jean can do but shrug at each other and continue on their way. Still hand-in-hand, they walk further into the Institute, with Jean guiding him up some stairs to what seems like a wing of living quarters to him.

Just as they’re reaching a specific door however, someone else turns down the hall, seeming to be moving with purpose, icy blue eyes zeroing in on the two of them immediately.

“Ms. Grey. Who is your friend?”

Jolting, Jean turns to face the newcomer, and so Peter does the same, taking her in for a moment and finding… much to be appreciated about. This new woman, obviously a mutant in her own right, is a beautiful buxom blonde on the same level as Sue Storm, if not more so. Wearing all white leather, even arm-length gloves, she cuts a striking figure as she strides over to them, stopping a few feet away.

“P-Professor Frost! This is, um, Peter Parker! A new friend!”

The now identified Professor Frost’s eyes narrow dangerously as she looks Peter up and down.

“Your new friend has a very interesting obfuscation effect covering his mind and making it difficult to hear his thoughts. Blinding, almost, in its intensity. Not something I’ve ever run into before. Most looking to defend themselves from a psychic intrusion would rely upon shadows and darkness, blanking their minds so that they came up as an empty spot. Instead, you’re broadcasting your defense across the entire school, young man. Any particular reason why?”

Peter can’t help but be a little taken aback by Professor Frost’s intensity. She’s certainly a woman who seems used to getting what she wanted. An educated woman who speaks with a sense of authority on the subject of mental defenses. Obviously, she’s a psychic just like Jean, who is in turn getting progressively redder the more the Professor speaks. It also explains why Cerebra was drawn to him, if he really IS broadcasting on all channels like Professor Frost is saying.

Before he can answer, Jean clears her throat.

“Professor, Peter and I are currently… looking into the matter. T-That said, we all have our secrets, right? So… it’s not really fair to expect Peter to just tell you all of his just like that!”

Jean’s little outburst clearly takes Professor Frost by surprise, the blonde jolting back, temporarily torn out of her intense focus on Peter himself to look at the other psychic. After a moment, the Professor blinks once, then twice, and then slowly nods.

“… You are right, of course, Ms. Grey. Apologies Mr. Parker. I am Professor Emma Frost. I teach here at the Institute. While you represent something of a curiosity, that does not mean I should go around acting the part of a charging bull.”

Here, Emma pauses and then her eyes grow flinty.

“That said, the protection of this Institute and the students within it IS my responsibility, no matter how good for her confidence you might be for Ms. Grey. As such, I must request that you attend me in my office before departing from the Institute today, so that we might have a… private conversation, Mr. Parker. Is that acceptable?”

Peter got the sense that if he refused, she might have him kicked out here and now. And honestly… he could understand where she was coming from. As such, before Jean can raise a fuss, he gives the red head’s hand that he’s holding a squeeze, stopping her in her tracks. At the same time, he gives Professor Emma Frost a smile and a nod.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be sure to stop by before I leave.”

Emma’s eyes linger on him for a moment, the Professor humming in thought before she returns his nod with one of her own.

“Very well, I’ll leave the two of you to it then. Good day.”

And with that, the severe, intense blonde woman turns and strides away, leaving Jean to let out a somewhat shaky breath, even as she glares petulantly at Emma’s back.

“C-C’mon…”

A moment later and they’re through the door that the Professor stopped them out front of. Peter blinks as he takes in his surroundings, and quickly realizes something. When he’d asked Jean if she had her own room at the institute, she’d said more or less, and he hadn’t exactly followed up with her. As such, he hadn’t asked if she had to SHARE that room with anyone else or not.

In that instant, at least, the room is unoccupied save for the two of them. But the fact that there are four beds throughout the dorm room, and what looks to be the very different styles of four girls in the living space, makes it abundantly clear that this is not entirely Jean’s own personal private space. But then, that was on Peter for assuming, wasn’t it?

As Jean pulls him over to her bed, her intentions kind of obvious, he feels the need to ask all the same.

“Will your, uh… roommates be back any time soon?”

Pushing him onto his back, Jean clamors on top of him as she flushes and shakes her head.

“A-Ah, n-no. Kitty has extracurriculars and Anna Marie and Jubilee both had errands out in the c-city.”

Peter blinks at that, even as Jean rubs her hands up and down his chest for a moment, moving her palms under his shirt and marveling in his toned abs and chiseled pectorals before finally moving to his pants and quickly extracting his cock from its confines.

“Jubilee? Really?”

Jean lets out a little laugh at that.

“W-Well, her full name is technically Jubilation Lee. For obvious reasons, she prefers Jubilee, even outside of training. Kitty’s codename is Shadowcat by the way, and Anna Marie’s is Rogue. Kitty prefers Kitty, I think… Anna Marie doesn’t have a preference, from what I understand.”

Peter nods, assimilating all of this. Then, he glances down where Jean has both hands wrapped around his cock and is stroking away at his hardening member with not just them, but also with her mind.

“… I thought we were going to have you do a deep dive of my mind, Jean.”

His tone isn’t quite admonishing, he’s enjoying this after all. But he does gently chide and remind her of what their true purpose here was. Jean blushes scarlet, but doesn’t remove her hands from his cock, even as she nods.

“W-We were… we are! Um, it’s just… to get that deeper connection, we should be as intimate as possible physically as well. It’ll… help.”

Peter wasn’t too sure about that, but he also didn’t want to gainsay her. Plus, the beautiful vivacious red head currently straddling him was effectively offering sex. And Peter wasn’t the kind of person who turned that sort of thing down. Giving Jean an encouraging smile, Peter just nods as he brings her hands up to her hips and rubs soothing circles into them with his thumbs.

“If you think it’ll help, then I trust you, Jean.”

The even brighter blush on her face as she averts her gaze makes it clear to him that she’s definitely mostly doing this just because she wants to fuck him again. But Peter doesn’t mind, and so a few minutes later, bereft of her jeans and her panties, Jean begins lowering herself onto his throbbing cock, and moaning as she sinks onto his member, letting him impale her.

Peter groans as well, his hands still on her hips, his cock pulsating inside of her clenching cunny. The psychic immediately begins to bounce up and down on his dick, bringing no end of pleasure to him even as she leans forward and plants her hands on his chest, panting heavily. Peter just chuckles and reaches up, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and through her red locks, before pulling her down into a kiss.

Meanwhile, his other hand finds HER other hand, and he interlaces their fingers together once more, holding on tight as he kisses her deeply. And yet, somehow Peter doesn’t get the impression that any of this is helping Jean with her deep dive. In fact, he’s pretty sure she hasn’t even started yet. Well, no matter. They can enjoy themselves for a little bit before he makes a fuss of things, right?

Well, a little bit turns from a minute to several, and then to multiple orgasms, as Jean rides Peter to kingdom cum more times than he can count. The red head is enthusiastic about it though, even after she climaxes on his cock several times in a row. She moans into his mouth, quivering upon his dick. Still… still.

Peter is about to finally speak up, as Jean disengages from the lip lock to pull back and look at him with heavily lidded eyes. He’s about to mention that maybe now is a good time to start the deep dive. Before he can say anything however, the doorknob on the dorm room door suddenly begins to turn, and both Jean and Peter’s heads whip around in that direction.

Its too late. The door is opening, and whoever is on the other side is walking in. It’s undoubtedly one of Jean’s roommates… but who exactly has just stumbled upon the two of them in the middle of the act?