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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 3: Tumbling Pass
- Voy, Minor1 (implied)
During the summer, the first summer since Kurt’s arrival in the United States, the number of young mutants at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters doubled, stretching the Institute’s logistical capabilities to their limits. The new mutant students – Bobby Drake, Sam Guthrie, Tabby Smith, Amara Aquila, Jubilation Lee, Roberto da Costa, Rahne Sinclair, Ray Crisp, and Jamie Maddox – brought a bustling, rambunctious energy to the old mansion that it hadn’t seen in decades.
While none of them seemed to mind Kurt’s blue, furry, quasi-demonic appearance, their omnipresence made it much tougher to find somewhere relatively quiet to unwind. After a few weeks, Kurt had given up on the popular pool, library, and game room. Mechanical work didn’t appeal, and his strange hands had trouble with some of the tools, so the garage wouldn’t work either.
One afternoon, Kurt elected to work out in the gymnasium, which offered a variety of options for building strength and agility. Due to his physical gifts, he preferred the latter. After the appropriate warmup stretches, the acrobatic young man began a routine on the pommel horse.
Near the end of his routine, Kurt noticed he wasn’t the only occupant of the room. Once he dismounted, he identified the young woman now stretching her arms and clad in a hot-pink unitard as Jubilee. A California native of Chinese ancestry, she wore her long, dark hair up in a bun. Kurt sipped his water and tried not to ogle the young woman, and he mostly succeeded, aside from noting the tone of her legs as she stretched them.
“You’re Kurt, right?” she asked as she rolled her neck.
“Jawhol. You’re Jubilee,” he replied, remembering her nickname. “How do you like ze Institute so far?”
“It’s great!” she gushed. “So much to do! So many other people just like me! So many cute boys!” The young woman winked. “Present company included.”
Not quite sure how to respond to the compliment, Kurt simply chuckled, and his tail flicked. “I’m glad to have another gymnast to practice vit,” he replied instead, hoping his nervous tone remained hidden.
Jubilee’s mouth quirked. “Same here. I just wish my powers had waited a few more years to show up,” she sighed.
“Vhy’s zat?”
The young woman sighed again. “I was this close,” she explained, holding her thumb and index finger less than an inch apart, “from qualifying for Team USA Olympic tryouts.”
Kurt winced. “Oh, man! No kidding! Zat’s awful!”
Jubilee pursed her lips and nodded. “Yup. After accidentally frying my third PlayStation in as many months, my folks sent me here to learn how to control the fireworks I shoot from my hands.” She shrugged. “That’s life as a mutant, I guess.”
“I guess, but still,” the young man replied, his tail flicking. “Vhich event’s your best?”
“Balance beam,” the young woman answered with a bit of preening, “though I’m great on the bars too. How ‘bout you?”
“High bar,” Kurt told her with a grin. “I imagine I’m flying through ze air on a trapeze.”
Jubilee giggled. “I can totally picture you in the circus.”
“I vouldn’t even need a costume to perform in,” Kurt added with a sad air. Before the Professor had called his parents to invite him to his Institute, the blue-furred young man had seriously considered running away from home and joining the circus.
A frown creased Jubilee’s face at his comment. “Hey, no feeling sorry for yourself,” she chided him. “We just gotta make the best of it; y’know, take life’s lemons and make lemonade or whatever.” She reached out to pat his arm. “Like becoming workout buddies.”
Touched by her sincerity, Kurt smiled. “Ja, sounds good.”
The two teens proceeded with their workouts, taking turns spotting one another, which also allowed each of them a short rest between routines. They began with the floor exercises, the one event men’s and women’s gymnastics share; Kurt let Jubilee take the first pass, since he’d already started on the horse. The young man found himself mesmerized with his petite partner’s grace as she tumbled and flipped, not to mention her lean, powerful legs and taut rear when she performed her splits. Only an effort of will kept him from sporting an embarrassing bulge in his tights.
As the German gymnast tumbled on the mats, he let his mind wander. In his mind’s eye, he saw himself as a “normal” young man – that is, the image his holo-watch projected – performing the same routine for enormous cheering crowds. Upon sticking the landing of his most difficult combination, Kurt saw the sad smile on Jubilee’s face. Even if she could, at least outwardly, shrug off the lost chance at Olympic glory, Kurt’s heart ached for her.
Jubilee’s vaults proved solid, and Kurt worked the parallel bars; both gymnasts carried the air of someone pushing through an unpleasant task just to get it over with. Jubilee decided to use the uneven bars next; she stood beneath the higher one and asked, “Could you give me a lift, Kurt?” With a playful glance over her shoulder, she added, “It’ll give you a chance to get your hands on me.”
Kurt chuckled and decided to flirt back: “Vas I so obvious?” He placed his hands on the young woman’s slim hips.
“Just a little, but I don’t mind,” she replied, edging herself back against the young man suggestively.
Kurt shivered at the contact, but he refocused on hoisting Jubilee up to the bar and backing away. As she swung through her routine, Kurt admired once more her aerial acrobatics and the graceful lines of her body. This time, though, he couldn’t stop himself from becoming aroused – the way her unitard stretched against her firm rear during a handstand split proved too much for him.
When she dismounted, Jubilee’s eyes roamed up and down Kurt’s body, and an approving smirk curled her lips. “I thought so,” she enthused. “Have fun doing your next event with that boner.”
Kurt looked down sheepishly, his tail lashing. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to stare,” he apologized.
Jubilee shrugged, the picture of nonchalance. “Chill out, dude. I take it as a compliment.”
The young man, still feeling somewhat embarrassed, took to the rings. Performing his routine with an erection proved easier than anticipated, if only because it dissipated shortly after he began. The rings required too much focus from the young acrobat to allow for even the slightest distraction.
Once Kurt finished, Jubilee climbed onto the balance beam, her professed “best event.” Upon taking her starting position, she flicked a glance towards Kurt, along with a smirk that practically screamed “Watch this.” The talented young woman proceeded to execute a flawless series of somersaults and handsprings, in a combination so complex Kurt didn’t think he could land the totality on the floor, much less on a suede-covered beam only ten centimeters across. She tossed a saucy wink to him as she slid down into a split.
Kurt couldn’t help but stare now, his eyes drawn by the lines of her sculpted legs to their fulcra, where the fabric of Jubilee’s performance attire outlined, almost obscenely, the contours of her groin. His tail lashed, betraying his excitement as much as the return of his erection did. As his eyes traveled upwards, he also noticed two prominent bumps on Jubilee’s chest.
The young man’s mind wandered once again, wondering what Jubilee might look like performing on the balance beam without her gymnastics costume. Sweat and chalk would undoubtedly coat her skin, and the lack of fabric would surely highlight the definition of her arms, abs, and back muscles. Her delectable rear would flex on full display with each leap and flip. To cap off the performance, she’d slide down into a side-split, her legs perpendicular to her body and hiding nothing about her most private place.
Back in the real world, Jubilee writhed her way back into a standing position, so she could dismount, a simple backflip that contrasted all the more with her prior complex maneuvers. The loud thump of her feet on the mat returned Kurt’s focus to reality. Having stuck the dismount as usual, Jubilee shook her head ruefully. “I usually last longer,” she joked, “but I couldn’t focus with you looking at me with such naked lust.”
“S-Sorry, Jubilee,” Kurt stammered, “I didn’t –”
Jubilee running her hands over her body stopped Kurt’s apology cold. “No problemo, dude. You’ve just got the best bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen,” she told him with a wry grin as she blotted her face with a towel.
Once she finished, the young woman sauntered over to her companion, a sly grin on her face. “Whaddaya say we bounce to your room, and I’ll show you my routine on the mattress?”
Unused to a girl outright propositioning him like this, Kurt licked his lips. “You… you’re serious?” he asked, tail flicking.
Jubilee bit her lip naughtily and trailed a hand down Kurt’s chest, triggering a shiver. “Serious as a trip to the podium,” she replied in a husky, playful tone. “Now that I’m this close, I can see how much you enjoyed my moves.”
Kurt grinned and, feeling a surge of confidence, slipped an arm around his companion’s waist. Jubilee’s face registered surprise at the debonair maneuver. Before she could say anything, though, the furry mutant teleported them to his room.
When they materialized, Jubilee beamed at her host. “Cool power, bro!” she gushed. “That rocked!” She punctuated her words with a long, hungry kiss. As the kiss extended, the young woman pressed herself flush against Kurt and ground her groin against his.
Kurt responded in kind. His hands glided in different directions – one up Jubilee’s back, the other downward to cup her rear. He gave her firm butt an appreciative squeeze.
Jubilee giggled as she broke the kiss. “Get my zipper, and I’ll get yours?” she suggested, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Her hand trailed up to the back of his neck.
Meanwhile, Kurt also unzipped Jubilee’s hot-pink number, all the way to the zipper’s terminus at the small of the gymnast’s back. She shrugged the garment off her shoulders and slipped out of Kurt’s arms. With the towel she’d managed to hold onto, she blotted the skin of her chest and underarms.
“I’m glad you kept zis,” Kurt admitted with a broad grin as he peeled his black-and-red unitard off and Jubilee shared the towel. “I didn’t even think about how sveaty ve might be.” Once he finished, the young man looked up to see a now-naked Jubilee waiting for him, arms akimbo.
“Right now, only one part of me needs to be wet,” Jubilee responded with a naughty smirk. “Three guesses what, but the first two don’t count!” she added with a giggle.
The sight of her left the young man dumbstruck, however, so he didn’t answer. Instead, Kurt admired the sleek lines of Jubilee’s petite, athletic frame. Where Rogue and Jean had borne significant curves, Jubilee stood nearly stick-straight and board-flat, with just the slightest inward pinch of the waist and swell of the breasts. A lack of body fat allowed the firm muscles of the young woman’s arms, shoulders, legs, and abs to show their incredible definition. The golden-brown of her skin, now fully unveiled, appealed to him more than he’d anticipated.
Beyond the physical appearance – sexy though it was – what mesmerized the young man was the confidence Jubilee radiated. Her unabashed smile and bold stance suggested she could strut through the whole Mansion with neither a stitch on her body nor a care in the world. Kurt’s tail flicked with excitement at the thought.
After a too-long silence, Kurt finally answered Jubilee’s earlier question: “Your… vagina?”
“A bit clinical,” answered Jubilee with an eye-roll, “but accurate.” Her eyes glittered as they roamed Kurt’s now-naked body, especially when they alighted on his erection. “Whoa… look who’s bigger and bluer than I thought.”
For the briefest of moments, the blue mutant feared that comment signaled a change of heart from the nude girl in front of him; but that fear dissipated once he noticed the hungry look in her eye. “Danke,” he murmured shyly, turning to sit on his bed and pat a spot beside him. “You really think zose are good things?”
Jubilee’s sashaying approach afforded Kurt an opportunity to observe the novelty of her smooth groin. “Sure do, stud,” cooed the young woman as she sidled against him, her hand grazing his stomach, teasingly close to the current subject of their conversation. “I haven’t gotten any in months, so I’m beyond psyched to break my dry spell with some choice meat like this.”
“It’s been a vhile for me too,” Kurt admitted. Even as he said it, he couldn’t quite believe it’d been almost nine months since his final tryst with Jean.
Jubilee’s hand wrapping around his manhood brought Kurt’s thoughts back to the present. “What’s your favorite position?” she purred into his ear.
“I’ve only been on top,” replied Kurt, suddenly feeling selfish for not trying more positions or techniques before. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was why he and Jean had drifted apart. More immediately, the implications of Jubilee’s question sank in, prompting him to ask, “Ach, does zat mean you’ve done zis –”
“A lot? Yeah,” the young woman finished with a soft moan, her hips jerking when Kurt’s finger grazed the nub at the apex of her sex. “Haven’t you heard? Girls from SoCal put out early and often,” she admitted airily. “I started about a year ago, over the summer between seventh and eighth grades; but even the goody-goody, ‘waiting for marriage’ Christian girl in my class was giving head by the end of eighth grade,” she added with a giggle.
Kurt chuckled, though the laugh morphed into a groan at the sensation of Jubilee’s hand gliding along his shaft. Further, the feeling of his finger slipping against the young woman’s wet heat excited him just as much. Curiosity piqued, he asked, “Vhat’s your favorite?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jubilee answered, “Doggy style.” Grinding herself against his finger insistently, she breathed into his ear, “The sooner you suit up, the sooner you get to try it.”
Kurt laughed and nipped Jubilee’s neck in acknowledgment. The two teens disentangled themselves so Kurt could fish a condom from the box in his nightstand, a purchase he’d made months ago in case Rogue ever decided to return. While the young man slipped on the latex sheath, he noticed Jubilee sit up and stretch her legs into a full split before rolling her torso down onto the bed. “Don’t keep me waiting, handsome,” she urged.
“Just a moment, fraulein,” Kurt replied. “Zis is ze first time I’ve used one of zese.”
Soon he had the condom situated. Tail twitching in excitement, Kurt clambered into a sitting position behind his fellow gymnast and admired the way this position showcased her flexibility and the contours of her legs and rear. “I like ze view from back here, Jubilee,” he enthused as he ran his hands over her skin in appreciation. With great care, the young man mounted the young woman and, after a few false starts, guided himself into her. He grinned at the needy moan she emitted as his reward.
“God, that feels good! I missed this!” cried the young woman, who raised her hips to meet Kurt’s entry. The move pulled her out of her split into a more-typical “downward dog” position.
“Same here,” agreed the young man as he began to thrust, slowly at first but with incrementally-increasing vigor. Around him, Jubilee felt quite warm and, likely due in part to her rather narrow hips, incredibly tight. Because of the condom, however, Kurt found that he missed feeling the slippery wetness of his partner, rendering the experience less intense and therefore less enjoyable.
The insistent rocking of Jubilee’s hips drew a groan from Kurt’s throat, one which she answered in kind. Their mutual motion drove him deeper with every thrust until he felt himself sheathed to the hilt. To keep himself stably upright despite their increasingly-energetic rhythm, Kurt gripped Jubilee’s hips.
The young woman’s hips arched, and her partner’s name tumbled from her lips. Her hips began to lose any semblance of rhythm as they bucked more and more frantically. Soon Kurt found himself unable to contribute, opting instead to hold still while his bedmate worked herself along his length.
After several long moments of barely-controlled thrashing, Jubilee slowed to a stop, her breaths coming in greedy gasps. Once she’d caught her breath somewhat, she gushed, “I can’t tell you how bad I needed that.” The young woman looked over her shoulder at her partner with a salacious grin. “Feels like you’re up for more, stud,” she purred, resuming the grinding of her hips at a slow pace.
“You beat me to ze finish line,” admitted Kurt with a kind, if embarrassed, smile, “but not by much. I don’t think I’ll last long enough for you to, ah, get off again.”
“We’ll see,” she answered cryptically. Rather than elaborate, Jubilee merely resumed her previous thrusting against Kurt. One of her hands snaked underneath her, though her partner couldn’t tell for what purpose.
For his part, the young man matched his bedmate move for move, even as she started bucking under him. Kurt recognized the intensifying and increasingly haphazard thrashing of his partner from her earlier climax. The idea he might give Jubilee another orgasm brought a smile to his face and prompted him to redouble his efforts, building towards his own release as well, if the tightening in his loins were any indication.
Jubilee yelped and thrashed at the same time Kurt hurtled over the edge. The two teens emitted various noises as their respective climaxes overcame their senses. During the ebb of their shared ecstasy, they melted into a heap on the bed, panting in their greed for oxygen.
They remained lying like that for several long moments, just basking in the afterglow of their efforts. Kurt started to sit up, but Jubilee broke the silence first: “I so needed that, Kurt. Thanks for a good lay, dude.”
Kurt frowned to himself at her words as he carefully disengaged from his bedmate. Remembering lessons from sex ed, he pinched the base of the condom around his member to prevent spillage. “You too,” he replied, a bit flatly, “but you make zis sound like a one-time thing.”
Facing away from him, Jubilee shrugged. “I don’t wanna make any promises one way or another. With so many hot guys around here, I don’t wanna, y’know, tie myself down,” she rationalized. She rolled over to help him take the condom from Kurt’s now-soft manhood, giving him a gentle smile in the process. “I, uh, hope that doesn’t hurt your feelings. You’re a sweet guy, and I had a great time.”
The blue-furred mutant smiled back, a smile that felt hollower than he’d have liked. After mulling over various possible responses, he settled on, “I had fun too. I suppose ve should get dressed so I can get you back to your room, ja?”
As they prepared to part ways, Kurt sighed inwardly. I never really thought of myself as a “one-night stand” kind of guy, he mused, but here we are. Since moving here to the Mansion, I can’t tell if my luck has gotten better… or worse.
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A/N: Sorry for the lengthy wait before this chapter, everyone; given that I wrote Jubilee as a potential Olympian, though, I guess it's appropriate-ish since the Olympics are going on right now (though it's the Winter Games and gymnastics is a Summer Game). Some life events have conspired to keep me busy, including getting a part in the local community theater's production of The Hobbit. Equally confounding for this chapter was the fact that it featured Jubilee, whom I enjoy writing for but who presented numerous difficulties here: 1) the character has precious few scenes in the show, 2) she has zero scenes w/ Kurt (similar to Rogue last chapter having few scenes w/ Kurt), and 3) making her feel different from my previous rendition of Jubilee in "March Madness." I welcome your feedback in the reviews, or PM me on the forums.
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