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Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 27547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two: Free With Her Favors

For the rest of the semester, Kurt and Jean continued to study together – primarily history and German, but occasionally “applied anatomy” as well, always to celebrate success on a test in one of their classes. Christmas came and went, and the next semester saw the two teens in different classes and therefore no longer in need of one another’s academic assistance. Without those regular study sessions together, whatever sparks they had fizzled. They remained friendly, though, and held any one-on-one conversations in German.
Winter brought additional changes to the X-Men as a group, in the form of Rogue’s defection from the Brotherhood. Each of the existing X-Men – Cyclops, Jean, Shadowcat, Nightcrawler, and Spyke – welcomed the Southern mutant as best they could, helped by the times Rogue assisted them despite nominally standing as an enemy. Due to the nature of her powers, though, Rogue remained standoffish towards her new teammates. This standoffishness presented the most problems during Danger Room sessions to integrate Rogue into the team.
In one particular session, the new X-Man zigged when she should have zagged and caught a bolt of stunning energy to the back. She collapsed into a heap on the floor, partially conscious. Because the scenario required the whole team to reach the exit zone within a certain time limit, Cyclops barked an order for Nightcrawler to retrieve the fallen girl.
The teleporting mutant materialized where Rogue struggled to sit up. He scooped the girl into his arms, at which point her face sidled against his neck in her dazed state. Nightcrawler ignored the feeling of her unsteady breathing against his ear and evacuated them to the exit zone, where they’d wait for the rest of the team to join them.
“Your fur feels real soft,” murmured the young woman.
“How’re you feeling, Rogue?” he asked her. “Zat beam packs a real punch.”
“Mah legs’re all tingly,” she slurred. “It’s been months since Ah could get this close to anyone safely.”
The furry mutant chuckled uncertainly, caught off-guard by the comment. “I’m, ah, glad I can help you feel better about things. In a different way, I’ve felt zat kind of isolation.”
Rogue giggled. “Thanks fer that, Kurt. You’re a sweet fella.”
The Danger Room exercise ended a few moments later when the rest of the team reached the exit zone. Wolverine directed Kurt to carry Rogue to the infirmary to recover while he critiqued the rest of the team’s performance. Relieved to evade the post-exercise review, the young man took his time delivering Rogue, who’d slipped into unconsciousness by this point, to the infirmary, where he laid her on one of the beds gently.
Later that evening, after a shower to remove the scent of exertion, Kurt heard a knock at his door. Hurriedly, the young man pulled on his pajamas and answered the door, wondering who’d drop by at this late an hour. Part of him dreamed that it was Kitty coming to confess her undying love for him.
Instead, on the other side of the door stood Rogue, clad in her green-and-yellow pajamas. She flashed a shy smile when they made eye contact. “Evenin’, Kurt. Ah wanna talk to ya about somethin’. May Ah come in?”
Kurt’s brow furrowed in curiosity, but he stepped aside to let her in. “Vhat’s on your mind, Rogue?” he asked as he shut the door.
The Southerner paced back and forth, and Kurt’s eyes felt drawn to the way Rogue’s hands wrung. After a few moments of that, Rogue paused and inhaled deeply to steady herself. “First off,” she finally answered, “Ah wanted to thank you for savin’ mah bacon earlier, when Ah screwed up in the Danger Room.”
Kurt shrugged but smiled. “You’re velcome, Rogue. I can’t take all ze credit – Scott ordered me to – but taking care of each other is ze X-Men vay.”
“Still, Ah ain’t used to that kahnd of treatment,” insisted Rogue. Her tongue darted between her lips, which Kurt now noticed in detail. Full and plump, those lips looked like they’d feel quite plush in a kiss, if only they weren’t so dangerous. Focused on them, Kurt almost missed the young woman’s next words: “Also, Ah gotta teensy favor to ask ya.”
The blue-furred mutant’s eyebrows rose, his curiosity piqued. “Vhat kind of favor?” he asked.
Rogue blushed. “Could Ah… touch you? Not in a… weird way,” she added quickly. “You’re just the first person Ah could touch at all without drainin’ them, and Ah miss that, y’know?”
“I’ve been told my fur felt nice,” Kurt replied with a smile and nod.
Rogue closed the distance between them in two steps, muttering a soft “Thank you.” She placed her hands on his arms and trailed them to his wrists and back upward again. The whole time, her eyes – which Kurt noted as having a lovely jade-green hue – remained fixed on the center of Kurt’s chest. “Feels soft,” she murmured to herself. “Must be a real bear to maintain though.”
Kurt laughed. “Ja, I have my own shower and water heater just because it takes so long to shampoo and rinse.”
“Where all don't ya have fur?” asked Rogue, flipping Kurt’s hand over with extreme care, suspecting his fingers might have bare skin. “In case Ah need to borrow yer powers, Ah should know where to touch.”
“You’re on ze right track,” replied Kurt, his tail flicking nervously. “My palms and fingertips – really zat whole underside of my hand – for grip,” he elaborated as his curious companion examined those areas. “Likevise, ze bottoms of my feet and tip of my tail.”
Rogue nodded and hummed, while her fingers drew small circles on the backs of Kurt’s hands. “Anywhere else?”
Kurt shrugged. “My ears and my lips.”
“Pity,” Rogue sighed. “Ah was just about to ask if Ah could touch ‘em. Ah love that shape – really fits the ‘Elf’ nickname.”
The furry mutant shivered; he’d thought at first Rogue might be commenting on his lips. “Your hands feel nice on my arms and hands,” he reassured her, just as she looked up to make eye contact for the first time since she first showed up. In those lovely eyes, Kurt saw an all-too-familiar loneliness, a feeling he’d struggled with before coming to live at the Mansion, a feeling that – if he were honest with himself – he still struggled with.
“It maht be too much to ask another favor,” breathed Rogue, “but could Ah… touch your face? Ah’ll watch the ears,” she promised.
Kurt smiled affably and replied, “Of course.” As Rogue’s bare hand neared his face, the young man fought the urge to flinch or pull away. Instead, when she cupped his cheek, he leaned in to nuzzle against her palm. At the young woman’s delighted gasp, Kurt grinned more fully and told her, “I don’t know exactly vhat you’re going through, but I do know how it feels vhen you don’t think anyone vould ever vant to touch you.”
Rogue only nodded in response at first, her tongue tracing the contours of her lips. Her palm traced Kurt’s cheek and jawline, and her fingers mapped the point of his chin. Leaning closer, she reached with her other hand upward, entwining her fingers into his dark hair and sampling its silky texture. A deep blush now painted her cheeks.
For his part, the furry mutant luxuriated in the gentle, almost tender touching purveyed by his female companion, whose shallow breaths also tickled the fur on his neck. Gradually Kurt became aware of the full extent of Rogue’s proximity when he felt her expansive bust pressing against his chest. Against his wishes, his lower body reacted accordingly, forcing him to blurt, “Sorry!”
Rogue glanced down and murmured, “No, it’s mah fault. Ah reckon this is… a real turn-on for you too.” Before Kurt could quite process her words, the buxom young woman rubbed her bosom against him slowly. Her blush deepened as she added, “Ah reckon Ah’ll do you a favor now and… let you have a turn touchin’. Only through mah clothes, o’ course.”
Kurt swallowed and placed his hands carefully on Rogue’s hips, mindful of the way her pajama top rode up and exposed her midriff while her hands graced his face. He explored her uppermost thighs for the briefest of moments before sliding his hands back onto Rogue’s plush posterior. The shiver that coursed through her body seemed to pull her flush against him, at which point her warm groin ground against his.
Rogue sighed in contentment. “Ah’ll be honest: Ah thought fer sure you’d go fer mah tits first,” she admitted, her accent thickening a bit.
Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle at the comment. “I’ll be honest too: I thought about it,” he replied. “Zey are… impressive.”
Rogue buried her face in the soft fur of Kurt’s neck. “Keep up the sweet-talk, sugah, and Ah maht show ‘em to ya,” she flirted. “Fer now… Ah already gave ya permission…” Her voice trailed off, and her hands slipped down his arms, letting her shirt drop to cover her midriff.
Carefully Kurt’s hands traced the curve of Rogue’s waist, applying little enough pressure to avoid pulling or bunching her top. Her breathing quickened as his hands ascended her ribs, climbing ever closer to their destination. The hitch in the young woman’s breaths when his fingers brushed the underside of her breasts brought a smile to Kurt’s face, so he cupped them both more fully in his palms. Even through the admittedly-thin fabric of her pajama top, she felt incredibly warm and soft.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” mewled Rogue. “Ah didn’t think gettin’ felt up would feel half that good.” She pressed herself more firmly against Kurt’s hands; her own drifted down to the hem of Kurt’s tee-shirt. “Ah know it won’t be fair, but would you do me a favor ‘n let me touch your chest too?” she pleaded. “Under the shirt, Ah mean.”
Kurt didn’t answer right away, opting instead to pinch and roll Rogue’s already-pointy nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she ground her groin more insistently against him. The young man couldn’t help but groan in response. “Go right ahead,” he murmured huskily.
Without wasting another moment to reply, Rogue’s hands dove into Kurt’s shirt and roamed hungrily along his abs and chest. The furry mutant shivered under her caresses, so eager they seemed almost desperate. Such needy touching drove the young man to squeeze and fondle more fervently himself, which encouraged the young woman to respond in kind. For a long while, only the quiet noises of enjoyment they emitted disturbed the otherwise-silent room.
Ultimately, Rogue broke the silence, muttering, “We should… we should stop, Kurt. Mah motor’s runnin’ hot raht now, but we can’t do much about it, can we?” She sighed forlornly. “What in blazes was Ah thinkin’, teasin’ mahself lahk this?”
When she pulled away from him, Kurt could easily see the potent cocktail of arousal, frustration, and isolation in Rogue’s eyes and pouting frown. In the light of his lamp, he could also see the flush in her pale skin, particularly the incandescent red of her cheeks and ears. His tail flicked back and forth as he racked his brain for a way to bring Rogue the relief she clearly needed. “I don’t mean zis to tease you either,” he assured her.
Chewing her lip, Rogue looked down. “Got a condom bah any chance?” she asked, her eyes rising, transforming her expression from dejected to shyly seductive.
Caught more than a bit off-guard by the question, Kurt blinked a few times before shaking his head. “No… vhy vould I have one?”
Now Rogue took a turn blinking in surprise. “Ah dunno… Ah reckoned you ‘n’… Ah mean, y’all are so close, Ah figured…” The Southerner snorted. “Nevermahnd. Just forget it.”
“Um… sorry?” offered the young man. Kurt’s tail flicked in uncertainty, but he fixed Rogue with a soulful gaze. “Still, I don’t vant to, um, leave you hanging. Maybe I could rub you through your panties?”
Full lips pursed as Rogue considered the offer. “That maht work.” Her face lit up suddenly. “Ooh! Better yet: Let’s both strip down to our underwear ‘n’ drah hump. How’s that sound?”
The young man shivered. “Zat… sounds fun. I’ll need to change my boxers after, but I think it’ll be vorth it.” He smiled shyly. Rogue smiled back and blushed.
Kurt led her to sit on his bed, where they both peeled their pajama pants off. The young man’s eyes gravitated to his bedmate’s creamy thighs and calves. In fact, he couldn’t help comparing Rogue’s legs to Jean’s: both well-muscled, Rogue’s were thicker and more compact than the redhead’s long, lean set.
Motion in his peripheral vision drew Kurt’s attention further upward, where the young man found himself staring, unable to believe his eyes. Rogue had pulled her top up around her head, exposing her impressive breasts in their full glory: expansive pale flesh, classic teardrop shape, rosy nipples the size of small saucers. Kurt never imagined a girl his age could have breasts that large. Then again, he only had Jean's as a point of direct comparison, but the redhead - certainly no slouch herself in the bust department - lacked a few cup sizes on Rogue.
Once the buxom goth removed her top entirely and realized where Kurt’s focus remained, she grumbled, “What? Ain’t never seen tits before?” She kneaded her thighs, as if combatting the urge to cover herself.
Unbidden, he young man’s hormone-soaked brain conjured images of Jean’s ample, if noticeably smaller, bust. “None like yours,” he admitted, truthful if sheepish in tone.
The Southerner snorted but smiled good-naturedly. “Real smooth answer there. Now, sugah, do me a favor: Lay back ‘n’ let me clahmb on now.”
The German complied, stretching his arms upward to fold them behind his head. He continued to admire his companion as she clambered atop him. Besides her most apparent assets, Rogue also boasted an hourglass figure and plush rear, the latter clad in a pair of fitted, light-gray briefs, almost shorts in their design. Even through the two layers of fabric, thin as each was, he could feel the heat of her against his erection.
A dazed look washed over Rogue’s face as she began to rock her hips back and forth experimentally. The blush on her cheeks, which seemed to have subsided a bit, now deepened to a rich red. “Oh wow,” she murmured, “this feels so much better ‘n’ humpin’ mah pillow.”
Kurt chuckled. “Glad to hear zat,” he quipped as he enjoyed the sensations caused by his partner’s grinding. Even through two layers of fabric, the warmth and softness of Rogue’s groin felt nothing less than inviting.
Not knowing what else to do with his hands, Kurt reached back to rest them on Rogue’s rump, which flexed with each thrust of her hips. His companion’s eyes glazed over as she picked up the pace, and her cheeks glowed even redder than before. Additionally, their increasingly-energetic movements made her breasts bounce in ways the young man found utterly fascinating. Both teens emitted soft noises of pleasure.
Kurt’s thoughts began to wander, wondering how this encounter might’ve turned out if he’d had a condom. He tried to picture Rogue totally naked, giving her an unkempt thicket of auburn curls at the juncture of her thighs, even adding a white stripe to match the ones in her bangs. In his imagination, the young woman had still insisted on climbing atop him so she could carefully guide his length into her warmth.
Rogue leaning down to nuzzle his neck pulled Kurt from his fantasies, especially when coupled with the sensation of the goth girl’s soft, pillowy bosom pressed against his chest. Gasps of delight continued to erupt from her lips as her hips gyrated with greater intensity. The young man noted the flush of her cheeks spreading down her neck.
“Getting close, Rogue?” he murmured into her ear. The lonely young woman nodded. “Don’t vorry about me zen, alright?” he reassured her tenderly. Kurt squeezed her rear with one hand, while reaching up with the other to stroke the back of her head.
A muffled mewl escaped from Rogue as she peaked – muffled because she buried her face into Kurt’s neck. Her previously-rhythmic hips grew erratic, and every inch of her skin seemed to pinken. She neither slowed nor stopped, however, signaling her intent to continue. “Sorry,” she panted sheepishly. “Ah always need more’n one to satisfah mahself.”
Kurt chuckled. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” he replied. On a whim, the young man let his hands start to roam away from Rogue’s firm rear and her hair, curling his fingers so only the parts covered in fur touched her skin. A knuckle down her spine triggered a shiver. The back of his hand along her waist conjured a giggle.
“That tickles,” chided Rogue, but she sat up to grant access to more of herself for Kurt to touch.
Kurt grinned at the shuddering gasp he elicited from his lovely companion when he stroked her nipples with the backs of his fingers. Her grinding regained the earlier sense of purposeful energy as Rogue ascended the peak once more, and her face and neck blossomed into a deep crimson. Carefully, the furry mutant nestled each stiffened nipple between his knuckles and applied pressure.
Rogue’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her hands gripped Kurt’s shoulders. Another strangled mewl escaped her throat as she climaxed again. Her hips rocked for a few moments more before slowing to a stop.
Time seemed to freeze in that moment for Kurt also as he gazed up at the beauty atop him lost in the throes of passion: eyes squeezed shut, brows knitted together, face and neck and ears burning red, jaw agape. Rogue’s full lips called to the young man for a kiss, but he resisted, knowing that call belonged to a deadly siren. Nonetheless, he felt a deep sadness at his inability to crown this moment with that kiss; and in that moment he understood, if fractionally, the isolation Rogue felt every moment, every hour, every day.
Jade-green eyes fluttered open, pulling Kurt from his ruminations. A shy smile crossed Rogue’s face as she melted off him and to the side. “That was… real special, Kurt,” she whispered as her blush began to fade. “Danke schön.” She punctuated her gratitude with a peck on the cheek.
The blue-furred mutant’s return smile bore an air of melancholy. “Bitte schön. I just vish zere vas more I could –“
The young woman shook her head, cutting off his apology. “That was plenty, sugah – more’n Ah dreamed Ah could have.” She chewed her lip fretfully. “Ah’m sorry you didn’t, uh, finish.”
Kurt started to make a suggestion, but a glance at the clock showed curfew loomed too near. With a sigh and wry smile, he replied, “Don’t vorry about it, Rogue. At ze least, I’ve got plenty to think about after you go.”
Rogue sat up and tossed her hair, but her provocative pose was belied by the blush on her cheeks. “Don’t cramp yer hand on mah account, sugah,” she teased.
The two teens laughed together and dressed. Ever the gentleman, Kurt walked Rogue to the door. “Vant a ride back to your room?” he asked as the idea occurred.
“Nah. Kitty maht flip if you just showed up in our room, especially if she just got outta the shower,” answered Rogue.
Kurt’s tail flicked at the idea. “Right. Good point.” Then again, it worked with Jean…
Rogue’s kiss on his cheek returned his thoughts to the present. “This was fun, Kurt. Maybe we can, y’know, do somethin’ lahk this again.”
The blue-furred young man grinned. “I’d like zat. Even if not, I hope ve can become friends.”

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Unfortunately, Kurt and Rogue didn’t have the chance for another rendezvous. Revelations about Kurt’s relationship to Mystique threw the young man into a funk for weeks as he processed the thought that the shapeshifter was his birth mother. Also, Rogue’s obvious crush on Scott deepened now that she lived in proximity to him, and the related angst occupied a lot of her attention. Other romantic options opened up for Kurt, and over time he and Rogue simply let that one night fade into the mists of memory.
About a year later, though, they discovered that Mystique had also adopted Rogue as a baby, visiting her home as practically all of Irene Adler’s “friends” over the years. While she recovered, Kurt visited her – she’d stayed by his side when he’d found out his true relationship to Mystique, so he wanted to return that favor. He set a small vase of assorted flowers beside the others on the nightstand near her infirmary bed.
No sooner had he sat down that he noticed Rogue’s eyes on him, her stare hard, a little cold, and a lot embarrassed. “Listen close, Kurt, ‘cuz Ah’m only gonna say this once,” she bit out, her cheeks reddening. “It. Never. Happened.”
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A/N: After a much-too-long wait (due to busyness and lack of inspiration), I present this chapter. One of the reasons this chapter took so long was the lack of "sizzle" unlike the vibe in the previous chapter; my breakthrough came when I decided to use that lack to my advantage, so that the experience was a little unsatisfying for our blue fuzzy as well. Let me know what you think in your reviews!
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