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March Madness	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 6426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or universe of X-Men: Evolution; Marvel does. I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 2: Buzzer Beater

On Sunday evening, Bobby and Jubilee hit the library to print off their brackets to fill them out. As they worked, the young man stole glances at his friend across the table from him. Her dark hair framed her face screwed into its “concentration” expression, her mouth quirked to one side and her nose pinched. A smile spread unimpeded across his face.
“We’re not gonna worry much about the First Four, are we?” asked Jubilee distractedly, not looking up from her bracket.
“Not really,” he answered as he advanced Wisconsin to the Elite Eight. “They’re glorified play-in games.”
“VCU advanced from the First Four to the Final Four,” she reminded him. “The first year they even had the First Four, too.”
Bobby chuckled. “I think that’s what they’d call a ‘fluke.’ Still fun to watch, I’ll admit.”
Jubilee nodded and looked up from her page, where she’d put Gonzaga into the Sweet Sixteen, though she didn’t feel too confident about that choice given the school’s track record of early flame-outs. She and Bobby locked eyes briefly, triggering a skip in her heartbeat. “That’s what makes this tournament so much fun,” she mused. “A team can get hot out of nowhere and make a deep run – George Mason, Florida Gulf Coast, Butler.” She smiled and penciled in fourteen-seeded Albany upsetting three-seeded Oklahoma.
Bobby smiled back. “Good point. I wonder when a sixteen will finally upset a one, though?”
Jubilee just shrugged, and a companionable silence fell. Both of them picked Xavier, on principle, not only to win their first game but also to upset Baylor in the second to make the Sweet Sixteen. The faint scratch of graphite on paper, occasionally punctuated by the sound of an eraser, provided just enough noise to avoid total silence. Her socked foot brushed against his, sending a shiver up both their spines.
A few tables over, Amara, studying for chemistry, shook her head and suppressed a giggle. She’d definitely tell Tabby later about them playing footsie in the library. Due to the blonde’s cynical streak, Amara wondered if her roommate would appreciate the romance, or just think it sappy. “Probably the latter,” she mumbled to herself as she resumed balancing reactions.
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Their completed brackets hung on the refrigerator under magnets, where both Bobby and Jubilee studied each other’s throughout the week, looking for the ill-informed picks, the potential “bracket-busters” that would likely decided the winner of their little game. A few of the other residents, apparently drawing some inspiration, added their brackets to the fridge all the way up to Thursday, when the tournament began in earnest, to the point that it became difficult to access the fridge’s contents without knocking one off.
The first of Thursday and Friday’s gluts of games tipped off during lunch period and distracted the teens the rest of the afternoon at school until they could get some free time after their daily Danger Room session. Fortunately, they managed to focus enough to perform well and avoid pissing off the Wolverine, who would have punished them with additional sessions or even denial of television privileges. Once they could finally devote their attention to the games, four with staggered start times playing simultaneously, they flipped channels during each halftime or after a game finished. They ate tons of snacks, drank lots of soda, and cheered themselves nearly hoarse for two evenings.
On Saturday and Sunday, after finishing their chores and homework, and surviving another Danger Room session, they did it all again.
The pace wasn’t quite as frenetic, since only half as many games occurred. The two X-fans still flipped between games for maximum excitement, but they also felt like they could afford to savor the action of each game a bit more. By the time the final buzzer sounded to conclude the last game on Sunday night, both teens felt somewhat spent as they updated their brackets.
Bobby shook his head. “Down to the Sweet Sixteen already. Time sure flies when you’re having fun, huh?”
Jubilee nodded with an elated grin. “I can’t believe the number of upsets,” she enthused. “It seems like more than usual, this year.”
Bobby just shrugged. “Hard to say. With all the one-and-done players at the big-name schools, the little ones have more experienced players,” he reasoned, “so the playing field is more even.” He frowned as he scratched out one school he’d pegged as ready to make a deep run; that team had fizzled on Saturday.
“Makes sense,” Jubilee agreed. She stretched her legs out from her cross-legged sitting position against the couch, drawing Bobby’s gaze. “Still seems like more of the eights, nines, or double-digit seeds lasted longer this year,” she added, bringing Bobby’s focus back to their conversation.
The young man chuckled and stretched as well, raising his arms over his head. “Well, that’s what makes it fun,” he replied, mimicking the way she’d said it while they filled out their brackets. Normally, this would have earned him a stuck-out tongue from Jubilee, but she was paying more attention to his physique at the moment.
“So, how many teams do you have left?” she asked, anxious and curious about the answer.
“Eleven,” he replied. “I did pretty well this weekend. How’d you fare?”
“Only nine,” the young woman responded. “Doesn’t this mean you’ll win next weekend too?” Jubilee frowned, now wondering if taking this bet was such a good idea after all.
“Not necessarily. There are still upsets that’ll have a deep impact, not to mention some of my misses,” Bobby observed as he looked over his bracket. “For example, one of my Final Four teams is already gone.” He rolled his eyes. “If only I hadn’t picked Iowa State to upset Gonzaga and Duke…”
“I see. That makes me feel a little better.” Jubilee scooted closer to her friend, a sly smile on her face. “For now, though, I owe you your, ah, ‘winnings.’ My room or yours?”
“Sam’s out with Danielle tonight,” he replied with a grin. “I don’t expect him back until curfew.”
“That gives us about half an hour,” purred Jubilee. “Think you can last that long?”
“Think you’re that good with your hands?” Bobby joked back, leaning closer to his female friend, intent on kissing her.
She halted him with a finger on his lips. “Ah-ah-ah. That’s not part of the deal,” Jubilee teased.
“Tease,” he grumbled good-naturedly as he started to stand.
Jubilee winked saucily. “Don’t worry,” she assured him airily as they started to clean up their empty soda cans and mostly-empty bags of chips and pretzels. “I know how to please, too.”
With that promise ringing in his ears, Bobby worked double-time, and Jubilee followed his lead, equally excited. They soon found themselves in the room shared by Bobby and Sam. The teenage girl looked around, noting the posters of Celtics greats orbiting one of the beds and the brightly-colored posters of superheroes and sci-fi characters surrounding the other. The evidence made it easy to deduce whose bed was whose.
“Before we get started, where are the tweezers and magnifying glass?” Jubilee asked innocently.
“Tweezers? What do you…?” began Bobby, until he put the pieces together. “Funny, Jubes. You’ll see soon enough just how wrong you are.”
The young woman just rolled her eyes. “Whatever. That’s what they all say.” She gave him a big, clearly-fake grin.
“You’ve done this before?” the young man asked as he stretched flat on his back on the bed.
Jubilee sat next to him, noticing the bulge in her friend’s shorts and feeling herself warm all over. “A few guys at my school in San Fran took me on dates that ended in fooling around,” she answered. Her fingertips sneaked under the waistband of Bobby’s shorts.
“What’s ‘a few’? A couple dozen?” he teased. His abs flexed in reaction to Jubilee’s light touch.
The young woman’s eyes flashed. “Really, Bobby? You’re gonna say something like that when my hands, which can create fireworks,” she emphasized, “are so close to your jewels?” The glare she wore at that moment could best be described as “fierce.”
“Hey!” yelped the young man. “Chill! I’m kidding! Sorry!”
“That’s better,” Jubilee replied mockingly. “Now, let’s see what we’re working with here.” She hooked her fingers under the waistband of her friend’s underwear and, with him lifting himself to clear a path, pulled his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. Her eyes widened. “Whoa,” she breathed.
Cocky smirk on his face, Bobby asked, “What was that about the tweezers?”
“Shut up,” muttered Jubilee, all eyes. “I’ve seen bigger,” she added, unconvincingly.
“Where?”
After a long pause, she answered, her voice a whisper: “Tabby’s porn stash.” Her cheeks burned at the admission. Regaining her composure, Jubilee tore her eyes away from Bobby’s member to his face and smirked. “Sorry – you’re not ‘porn-star’ size,” she teased as she wrapped her hand around the base.
Bobby chuckled. “Damn. There go my career plans,” he joked. A groan escaped him when Jubilee ran her hand up his length. “Oh yeah, Jubes…”
Her own breath growing shallow, she smiled. “Have you done this before?” she turned the tables. Jubilee relished the feel of his stiff-yet-supple shaft against her palm as she stroked.
“Once or twice,” Bobby admitted. “The neighbor girl back home over Christmas break, and Amara last summer.”
Jubilee kept her expression neutral, but she felt an intense pang of jealousy that Bobby and Amara had gotten “friendly” while she was away. Everyone thought the Nova-Roman princess a knockout, with her perfect tan complexion, warm smile, and hourglass figure. How can I compete with that? she despaired as she tugged around the tip of Bobby’s dick. Another groan from him steeled the young woman to give her friend a hand-job he wouldn’t forget.
Jubilee stroked Bobby steadily, making sure to work the entire length while paying special attention to the head. She switched hands occasionally to cut down on fatigue for either one; the spare hand groped Bobby’s sculpted rear and legs and abs. Her lips seemed to need constant moisturizing.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asked when she felt him twitch and pulse in her hand.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You’ve got a good grip.” More than just her grip, though, Bobby enjoyed the warmth of Jubilee’s hand and the way she seemed to be taking her time with this; rather than stroke as quickly as she could to get it over with, she seemed to want this as much as he did, if her other hand roaming all over him was any indication. Most of all, he simply loved that it was Jubilee, specifically, stroking him off.
The young woman smirked. “Uneven bars,” she explained proudly. “If it weren’t for a ‘no mutants’ policy, I’d probably be training right now, to try out for the Olympic team,” she added with a frown.
“Sorry, Jubes…” Bobby began, his heart sinking on his friend’s behalf, but she just shook her head.
“Don’t worry about it,” she instructed him firmly.
Deciding to spice things up a bit, Jubilee unsnapped and unzipped her denim shorts. Locking eyes with the guy she was handling, she slipped her spare hand down the front of her panties to tease her clit. “Oh my God,” she moaned provocatively, “I’m so wet right now.”
The young man grinned. “Stroking my cock make you hot and horny, Jubes?”
Jubilee nodded. Making a show of moving her fingers inside her shorts, her fingers gliding along her soaked labia, she moaned with sincere, if somewhat exaggerated for her listener’s sake, desire. Bobby’s dick spasmed, and she felt the dribbling from the tip that signaled his imminent release. “Cum for me, Bobby,” she breathed. “Lemme see it.”
Bobby felt the orgasm coming and pulled his shirt up to bare his stomach so he wouldn’t stain it. He groaned, long and low, and spurted all over his torso under Jubilee’s lustful gaze. To his amazement, she made sure to keep the shots from becoming so scattered that his cum would run down his sides onto the bed. The young man grinned, satisfied, as he came down.
“Nice work, Jubes,” he complimented her. “I’ll have to get hand-jobs from you more often.”
Jubilee pulled her hand away and admired her handiwork, a broad, indelible grin on her face. She’d gotten nowhere near orgasm herself, of course, but the aroused young woman resolved to take care of herself when she got back to her room. She grabbed the box of tissues on Bobby’s nightstand and handed it to him so he could begin cleanup. Bobby began blotting the blobs of fluid on his body.
“I had a blast,” she told him with a wink. “Win or lose, I look forward to next week.”
A glance at the clock showed that she needed to beat the curfew buzzer. “Gotta bounce,” Jubilee informed her friend, standing to leave. “Don’t want your roomie to get any funny ideas,” she added, wiggling her eyebrows as she refastened her shorts.
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Whatever. See ya later, Jubes,” he bade her with his most charming smile. After she waved and walked out, he addressed the empty room, “I hate to see you leave, but I love watching you go!”
Upon her return to her room, Jubilee’s shorts and panties practically flew off her legs on the way to the bed. Thoughts of what she’d just done, and what might happen next weekend, danced in her imagination. She spread her legs and reached down to start stroking her needy pussy.
Eight orgasms and a hand cramp later, the horny teen finally sated herself enough to fall asleep.
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A/N: So far, this train's running on time, with this chapter being finished on time and the next chapter in progress already. The real challenge will be to complete the final, fourth chapter (see what I did there?) on time, since some work projects will be coming due. Fortunately, that chapter is the least vital to have finished exactly on time. We'll see how things shake out.
As usual, please leave feedback via rating, reviewing, or posting to the discussion thread (link in Ch.1 AN). I look forward to reading your feedback!
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