Arriving at the X-mansion

Jean didn't have to be a telepath to feel Ethan's nervousness radiating off him as the ship landed, it was adorable how anxious the normally confident boy was about meeting other mutants. He was pacing the cabin, checking himself in the mirror and adjusting the jacket wrapped around his waist to better hide his bulge. Even flaccid, it was quite obvious.

"Jean you-"

"Yes, Ethan. I'm shielding your mind to the best of my ability. It will be fine! The professor is a good, kind man." Somehow this only seemed to agitate Ethan more as he continued pacing, "It's ok to be nervous, a lot of new arrivals are. I wish I could calm you down with my powers but-" She shrugged helplessly. Ethan eyed her concerned face suspiciously for a moment before seeming to realize she was being honest.

"Ok... ok. Jean, you were reading my mind before right? When we first met and up until I told you not to?"

She coughed, half out of embarrassment and half from the lingering effects of her throat-fuck, "Well... I mean... yes. Before you told me I couldn't, I'm sorry-"

"It's ok, it's ok. You didn't notice anything weird though?"

"What?"

"Like, when you were reading my mind, you didn't feel threatened or... put off by anything you saw in there?"

"Well, when we first met I was a little surprised you were going to have sex with someone in the middle of a crowd of people but I got used to it."

"And when I started feeling you up in front of your husband?"

"I knew I shouldn't have let you... but I just couldn't bring myself to stop such a charming young man. You have quite the silver tongue Ethan."

He laughed nervously, "Yeah, yeah... my tongue... I'm sure that's it." He wavered a little as the jet platform finished retracting into the hangar, going pale. In a blur, he pulled his pants down and thrust his soft length at Jean, whose eyes gravitated to it immediately. He seemed to have a brief moment of panic that spurred him to speak in a rush, "Alright, Jean, you can read my surface thoughts and desires for the purposes of helping me. You still think I'm irresistibly charming and you know that some of my wants and desires are... naughty, but you'll help me achieve them however you can, unless they might cause me harm, because you can't help but try to please me."

Scott popped his head in, eyes also gravitating towards Ethan's crotch, "Hey we're ready to... unless you're going to take Jean for another spin?"

Ethan stuffed his cock back into his sweatpants, retying the jacket around his middle, "Ready to what? What do we do now?"

"You could've told me you were just gonna do a test." Jean shared a laugh with her husband as Ethan sat sullenly and naked on the examination chair, having refused the hospital gown.

"Well we are going to meet the Professor, it's just standard operating procedure to have you checked out first. Scott should actually be going to brief Charles now." Jean gave him a pointed look and Scott reluctantly turned for the door, "Let me know if you two-"

"Wait."

Scott paused, turning back eagerly while Jean raised her eyebrows, "Yes Ethan?"

"Won't this Professor Xavier just be able to read your mind and learn everything about me that way?"

"...is that a probl-?"

"Dammit Scott!" Ethan slapped his hands to his face, groaning to himself as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

"He doesn't want the professor to see what Ethan and I were getting up to." Ethan lifted his hands, eying Jean with surprise, "Scott, I'm going to have to blank some of your memories of the trip back."

Her husband looked devastated, "But... but..."

"I know sweetie, it was a great experience for you. I'll give them back to you later, we just need to help Ethan stay inconspicuous. Besides, the professor wouldn't want to see us having sex right? That would be an invasion of privacy." Scott nodded forlornly but held still as Jean placed her hands on his head and closed her eyes. A few moments later, he straightened and blinked confusedly.

"You were going to give your report to Charles." Jean supplied helpfully. He nodded, still somewhat dazed and turned to go.

He regarded Ethan with a friendly smile, "You're a good kid Ethan, you'll fit right in around here." He leaned in conspiratorially on his way out, "You should come by our room later, I have something you'll enjoy." His eyes flicked back to Jean, specifically her ass, and he winked at Ethan before stepping through the door.

Ethan was thoroughly confused until Scott was almost out of earshot, "Wait, Scott! Getting me to fuck Jean isn't your number one priority while you're meeting with Professor Xavier!"

He gave Jean a panicked look and she closed her eyes for a second, "...ok. He won't remember that either."

Ethan slumped back on the table, letting out a heavy sigh, "Goddamn this is stressful." At least he knew that his commands seemed to persist even after psychic memory removal... maybe that wasn't a good thing.

"You're worried your power won't work on the professor because I said he was the most powerful telepath on earth?" She paused, considering him, "-and you don't know how your power effects men who can't use their penis. I wouldn't expect it to act differently, why would you... you get feelings sometimes, things you never normally would've thought of, but always relate to your penis in some way so you think it might be an instinct related to your mutation. That's clever thinking Ethan."

Ethan stared at her in awe for a long moment before his face split into a grin, "Wow, this is awesome. I should've let you read my mind earlier. Scott's a lucky guy." Jean smiled warmly, pressing a small device to Ethan's finger, "Ow!"

"Sorry, just a little bloodtest. I'll run this while you're in the scanner."

"Scanner?"

Charles Xavier peered over his steepled fingers, "So you're saying that the recovery of Ethan Rhodes was... fun?"

Scott nodded, unusually happy for... well, for Scott. Xavier carefully scanned his surroundings with his mind, feeling the students and teachers presences, and concentrating particularly hard on his smiling friend in front of him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

His eyes settled once more on the benignly smiling Scott, "Scott: I don't want you to take this the wrong way but would you mind if I went through your memories of the recovery? I would like to see the young man myself, his brain patterns were rather unusual in a way I couldn't seem to define."

"Uh, sure Professor."

He knelt in front of the wheelchair and Charles leaned forward, more for Scott's benefit than his own, sifting through his old student's memories. They played out just as Scott had described... they landed and encountered Ethan shortly after, plying his mutant power on an attractive asian woman who left when Scott and Jean arrived. His powers were, as Charles expected, mentally based though according to Scott and Jean's report they were limited to mild mesmerism. This was surprising, considering Charles could feel Ethan's mental footprint on everyone nearby the boy.

But the meeting went normally, they talked to Ethan and convinced him to come with them immediately (unusual for Jean, if they weren't dangerous she usually gave them time to consider) and after an uneventful flight they touched down at the mansion. Which made Scott's comment about it being 'fun' all the stranger. Charles peered more closely, looking "between the frames" as it were, trying to find a discrepancy. There was a moment, on the flight, where the sun moved abruptly from one window to the other. Charles teased the memory open... and was met with a mental slap to the face.

He jumped in his chair, his surprise mirrored in Scott's expression, "professor! Are you alright?"

Charles cleared his throat uncomfortably, the afterimage of two people engaged in coitus burned into his brain, along with a slight headache from the trapped memory, "Yes... I'm fine. Very good Scott, you can be on your way." He mentally ushered him out, not wanting to explain that he'd just inadvertently peeped on him and Jean having sex. The memory was clearly hidden by Jean, it had her imprints all over it as though it was done hastily. In fact, it was rather sloppy by her standards. And she'd boobytrapped it, of all things! Why would she feel the need to block that out? He didn't intend to peer into their private moments, he easily could have fast-forwarded through such memories without observing them in detail. Did she not trust him?

He quietly pondered, looking out over the school grounds.

After a small battery of tests, Jean felt that she was beginning to understand the basic mechanism behind Ethan's powers even if she had no idea how it all fit together. From what she understood from her own experience and from Ethan's explanations and memories, he seemed to be able to effect anyone who saw his penis regardless of proximity. She felt certain there had to be some kind of psychic component, even if she herself couldn't sense anything from him.

Ethan's most notable physiological difference was obviously his penis. The muscle was abnormally dense and vascularized, which probably had something to do with keeping him from passing out when he got a boner. The most interesting part were hundreds of tiny sub-dermal nodes, which appeared to be co-opted from his lymphatic system, "probably pheromonal like we thought." She mumbled to herself.

She did find some odd chemicals in his pre, which was easy enough to collect but not so easy to analyze as she had to keep her focus on the screen and not his semi-hardon in the reflection. They had some passing similarities to bacteriological communication molecules but that could mean virtually anything.

Finally, there was a rather unusual growth in his brain that budded off of the hypothalamus and seemed to bridge up to the prefrontal cortex in a complex nerve highway. So in a very basic sense: basic bodily regulation, like sleep cycles and body temperature, linked with complex thought, personality expression and recognition of social cues.

All together? She had no idea how Ethan's power had the effect it did. This was a job for Hank. Though she felt somewhat dubious about sending it to him, what with the false memories she'd implanted into Scott to influence his report to Xavier. If the professor heard about it he might put two and two together... and Ethan wouldn't want that. She sighed heavily, knowing she shouldn't be so conscientious of what an 18-year old boy wanted. She just couldn't help herself.

"Problem baby?"

She quirked her mouth, giving Ethan a narrow look that was spoiled by her half-smile, "What'd you just call me young man?"

Ethan grinned, hopping up off the table and stepping up to her. It didn't have quite the effect he had hoped for, actually lowering him a few inches from his perch on the chair, but his proximity still made her nipples stiffen. Fuck, he hadn't even told her to get aroused that time. All the mind-blowing orgasms were taking their toll.

"Nothin' toots." He slid his arms around her waist, pulling her hips flush with his own so that his hanging rod wedged between her legs. She cooed softly, blushing at how quickly she responded to his arousal. He really did have her wrapped around his finger... her head snapped up.

"Someone's-"

She was mortified with herself, how could she get so distracted as to completely miss someone approaching? Even as the thought crystallized she realized why: the mental signature was padded. Soft and streamlined. Only another telepath could do that. And since Emma usually projected her power like a lighthouse, it must be-

The door swished open and Elisabeth "Betsy" Braddock, aka Psylocke, stopped dead in her tracks as she got an eyeful of Ethan's naked form pressed up against Jean's labcoat.

"-coming..."