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March Madness	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: Selection Sunday
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On the first warm afternoon of March, the residents of 1407 Greymalkin Lane, young and old alike, streamed out across the Mansion’s expansive grounds for some fresh air to alleviate their cabin fever, the result of a long, snowy winter. Logan rumbled out of the front gate on his motorcycle. Hank and Ororo worked on her garden, tilling the soil in preparation for planting later in the month. The Professor sat on the patio, a book on his lap and a beatific smile on his face at the sight of his students out enjoying themselves.
Because spring had nearly sprung, and because of hormones, romance permeated the atmosphere among the teenagers. Jean took Scott flying to celebrate their second full year together. Tabby and Amara lounged by the pool in their bikinis, working on their tans; their presence (and plentiful cleavage) lured several of the guys to the area as well, though none were brave enough to jump in, even at Amara’s puppy-eyed suggestion. Sam and Danielle carried their saddles towards the stables, chattering excitedly about their upcoming date the following weekend, their third since Valentine’s Day. At Rogue’s insistence, Kurt helped her and Kitty rehearse their lines for the local community theatre’s spring production of Tartuffe; the Southern mutant hoped to finally set her brother up with her best friend.
On the basketball court, enjoying their mutual favorite sport, was the couple that wasn’t a couple but everyone knew should be a couple: Bobby and Jubilee. They’d been friends since they both came to the Mansion about three years ago, bonding and feuding as hoops fans – feuding due to their respective team loyalties. Bobby, a native Bostonian, bled Celtic green, while Jubilee wore Laker yellow year-round. He occasionally teased her about betraying her hometown, San Francisco, and that city’s home team, the Golden State Warriors; she always replied that she preferred pulling for good teams with a track record of consistent success. This teasing dynamic informed their whole friendship, to the point that Tabby frequently commented to Amara: “I wish they’d just fuck and get it over with already.”
However, the friendship had cooled while Jubilee had been away, pulled out of Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters by her parents when Magneto revealed mutants’ existence on live television. Other students of Xavier’s – the X-Men – had been identified by the media, and the Lees feared their daughter was being molded into some sort of anti-government super-terrorist. Jubilee and the Professor had needed over a year, and the X-Men’s successful defense of humanity from Apocalyptic destruction, to convince them of the X-Men’s heroic aspirations. Jubilee had returned at the start of the year and spent January and February rebuilding her relationships with all the other students, especially the one who’d seemed most excited by her return.
As they played their game of one-on-one, their sneakers squeaking on the concrete (though less than on hardwood), Bobby exploited the height advantage he’d gained since they last played, a full six inches that allowed him to shoot over her at will, as well as a weight advantage that let him post up on her readily. Jubilee, however, had picked up a few new ball-handling tricks that let her leverage her quickness to blow by Bobby over and over, or to change directions on a dime to create space for open jump shots. After a couple games, the evenly-matched duo decided to take a breather.
Seated on one of the benches beside the court, Bobby and Jubilee caught their breath and sipped from their respective water bottles. The young man found his eyes lingering on his opponent’s long, toned legs, as displayed by her not-even-mid-thigh-length shorts. He’d always been fascinated by Jubilee’s skin tone, a yellow-brown that always made him think of Dijon mustard. Feeling the comparison stupid and his fascination with her skin color a little racist, Bobby shook his head and chuckled at himself.
“What’s funny?” asked Jubilee.
“Just had a dumb thought, that’s all,” he replied.
Jubilee smirked. “So what else is new? You’re a teenage boy, and a Celtics fan on top of that.”
Bobby winced in exaggerated agony. “I’m calling a flagrant foul on that one, Jubes,” he joked. “It’s not cool to kick a man when his team’s down.”
“Sorry, not sorry,” she teased. “I suppose I don’t have room to talk, though,” she sighed. “The best team in L.A. these days is the Clippers.”
“How weird is that?” Bobby asked with a laugh.
“I know, right?” Jubilee replied, also giggling. “Maybe I’ll have to switch to Golden State this year. At least that way I can still wear all my yellow.”
“Jump right onto that bandwagon, why don’t you?” Bobby teased. “Who should I pull for, though? No one else worth a damn uses green.” Jubilee just shrugged, and the silence that followed indicated the topic had run its course.
They both sipped their drinks. Jubilee took the opportunity to admire her opponent’s six-pack abs on the sly. She also liked his broad shoulders and tousled brown hair. He’d really filled out while she’d been away.
“If you’re gonna stare,” jibed Bobby when he caught her looking, “maybe we should switch – I’ll play shirts and you play skins.”
Jubilee rolled her eyes. “In your dreams, perv.”
“C’mon, how about some gender equality here?” he asked with a wink.
“Not happening,” she bit back tersely. “You’ll just whine later after I beat you because you were too busy staring at my boobs.” The young woman rubbed her left breast, wincing. “Speaking of, I think you elbowed one on that last box-out.”
“Did I?” the young man wondered mock-innocently. “I must not have seen it, since it’s so tiny.”
Jubilee’s eyes flashed and her jaw dropped. “You jerk!”
Having found the button to press, Bobby grinned and determined to exploit it for all it was worth. “I seriously think it should be your turn for skins; it’s not like there’s much of a difference between me and you shirtless.”
As he spoke, Jubilee’s mouth set into a firm line. Glaring daggers, she clenched a fist and punched Bobby square in the arm. “Asshole! Ugh! Let’s get back on the court so I can school that stupid grin right off your fucking face!” She stood, picked up the ball, and stormed out to center court, ready to take everything Bobby Drake could give her and still come out on top.
While they were going at it again, Amara, who had heard their kerfuffle a moment ago, turned to Tabby lounging on the reclining chair beside her, pulled down her sunglasses, and rolled her eyes. Tabby had also heard the two, of course. Discreetly she held one hand, curled into a circle, so only Amara could see; she then inserted a finger from her other hand into the hole and thrust a few times. The Latina giggled, nodded, and returned to reading her issue of Vogue, while Tabby resumed secretly eyeing the boys from behind her shades and trying to guess who had the biggest package.
*****
During their next game break, Bobby decided to resume their conversation about basketball, though from a slightly different angle. “The NBA can wait until the regular season is over. For now, NCAA brackets are coming out on Sunday,” he commented after draining his water bottle.
“Oh, that’s right!” Jubilee piped. “Wanna fill one out with me?”
“Sure thing,” he answered, thinking about how cute her hair looked even in its current sweaty, braided state. “What stakes?”
“Bragging rights?” offered the young woman. She felt more than a little jealous that Bobby, due to his mutation, didn’t need to sweat, since at the moment she felt pretty disgusting.
“Laaaaaaaaaame,” Bobby drawled in his best, or worst, surfer-dude impression.
“Twenty bucks?”
Bobby shook his head. An idea occurred to him, an idea fueled by the last possession of their last game, when Jubilee had tried posting him up. Her firm, taut ass had ground against his groin in a rather… distracting… fashion, allowing her to back him down, spin baseline, and lay the ball in with the rim preventing him from contesting the shot. “How about something a bit more… interesting?”
“Interesting how?” Jubilee replied, her curiosity piqued.
“A higher stake each week,” explained the young man. “Whoever has the most teams alive at the end of each weekend wins that week’s stake.”
Jubilee nodded. “Okay, so… what? Ten, twenty, thirty?”
With a smirk, Bobby shrugged. “Something like that, only…” He paused for effect. “I was thinking, if I win the first week, you show me your boobs.”
Jubilee blinked in surprise, her mouth working wordlessly. Once she gathered her scattered wits, she retorted, “What would I win? I’m seeing your boobs right now.” She mock-ogled Bobby’s bare chest.
“You’d win… not showing me your boobs?”
“You’re a dumbass,” Jubilee snarked. “How about this for the first week’s stake: if you win, I give you a hand-job; if I win, you finger me,” she suggested with a saucy grin, though her cheeks burned.
Bobby nodded, also grinning. “Awesome. That’s kind of a win-win,” he noted, to which the young woman raised her eyebrows in a supercilious manner. “Second week’s stake: loser gives the winner head?”
The young woman nodded, her blush deepening as the thoughts of Bobby fingering or licking her now danced in her imagination. Even though she knew what he’d say, she licked her lips and asked, “And for the overall winner?”
Bobby winked. “If I win, I fuck you. If you win…” He shrugged. “I dunno; ‘you fuck me’ is basically the same thing.”
“Heads, I win; tails, you lose,” Jubilee quipped with a giggle. “Hmmmm… What would carry equal weight to putting out?” She mulled the question over; Bobby could only think about the cute way her mouth quirked to one side and her nose scrunched up while she pondered.
Suddenly, the California native snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it! If I win, you have to go without jerking off for a whole month.”
“A month?” the Bostonian boy yelped.
Jubilee shrugged faux-innocently. “You’re trying to get into my pants on a bet. A high reward like that requires a high risk,” she reasoned, her dark eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Three weeks,” Bobby tried to negotiate. “That’s still a long time for total blue-balls.”
Jubilee shook her head and stood firm. “One month – take it or leave it,” she declared, staring the young man down, unsure if she wanted him to accept the terms.
Bobby thought long and hard about whether the chance to finally sleep with Jubilee, whom he’d wanted to tap for nearly three years – pretty much since they first met – was worth the possibility of not getting off for a whole month, especially knowing that winning or losing the first two rounds would lead to memories that would recur throughout that month. The more the teenage boy thought about the payoff, though, the better the deal sounded. The fact that her suggestions were edgier than his implied that Jubes wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and this whole “game” they’d been playing as long as they’d known each other – especially since she came back a few months ago – might finally come to an end… or, at least, a climax.
The young man donned his cockiest grin. “Game on.”
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A/N: First, some housekeeping regarding continuity: this is an Evolution fic, set approximately a year after the end of the series. It is, however, set as if in 2015, which is pertinent mostly to Bobby and Jubilee's discussion of the statuses of the various NBA teams. X-Men Evolution ended in 2003, and I don't feel like digging around to figure out which teams were doing well and which were doing poorly in 2004. Further, since I'm following secondary characters who got minimal screentime, I'm exercising my right to write them how I see fit.
My goal is to update this fic in sync with each weekend of the 2015 NCAA Men's tournament, which I'll be watching and probably enjoying the hell out of. So we'll see how the timetable turns out.

This story represents a departure from my MO of late, at least when it comes to X-fics. I'll get into the details here ( http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/59402-march-madness-review-replies-and-discussion/ ) which also will serve as a discussion forum for this story and a place for me to reply to your reviews. I look forward to your feedback, whether in the form of a rating, a review, or a post to said forum!
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