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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 6: Refreshments and Concessions

Several days passed without any further communication between Bobby and Jubilee, except for the bare minimum needed to survive Danger Room sessions. Even then, though, their performances dipped, especially Bobby’s. The young man started to question the wisdom of the X-Men’s – or, more specifically, the X-Women’s – form-fitting uniforms, which were becoming increasingly distracting as this hellish month dragged on.
When Jubilee missed a session entirely, Bobby became concerned. “Missed you in the Danger Room today. Everything okay?” he texted her, hoping she wasn’t still too mad at him to respond.
“Feeling awful,” came the reply. “Don’t ask for details.”
Bobby grimaced; he’d known Jubilee long enough to know that was code for “I’m on my period.” He keyed in his response carefully over the next minute to make sure he didn’t stick his virtual foot in his virtual mouth. “That bites. Anything I can do to help?”
Jubilee bit her lip. He’s trying to make amends? she wondered as she read the text from her prone position in her room. “My room’s been an oven all day,” she responded, her fingers flying over the keys. “A bowl of ice cream would be great.”
Bobby: “I think we’ve got some cherry in the freezer. I’ll check.”
As he was exploring the freezer’s contents in search of Jubilee’s ice cream, Bobby heard a startled noise behind him. “Oh! Ah didn’t think y’all would be done with y’all’s Danger Room session yet,” exclaimed the husky alto belonging to Rogue from the doorway.
“Yeah, there was a glitch in one of the laser-spotter’s targeting systems,” Bobby replied as he reached for the carton of cherry ice cream he sought. With the frozen treat in hand, he turned to the room’s other occupant. Upon seeing he, he froze – not literally, though.
Rogue stood in the doorway, an embarrassed look on her face. All she wore was a thin button-up blouse with a gridwork of minute green lines and cut-off denim shorts that showed the vast majority of her powerful kick-boxer’s legs. The blouse had short sleeves, showing her arms and gloveless hands; and it was tied into a knot just above her navel, displaying her midriff and, thanks to the unbuttoned top two buttons, no shortage of milky cleavage. Rogue folded her arms across her renowned bust, which several of the guys had taken bets on regarding her cup size; Bobby had bet on F, though there had been quite a bit of arguing about whether or not triple-D was the same thing.
Bobby tried not to stare as he processed what he saw. Rogue’s pale skin, displayed in greater quantities than he could remember seeing, glistened with a light sheen of perspiration. “R-Rogue,” he stammered, “I… I didn’t recognize you. You… you look like something Sam might dream up.”
The Southern belle laughed, “Ah reckon so. Ah maht not look it usually, but Ah am a little country mahself.” Rogue licked her lips. “Besahdes,” she continued, “it’s hot as blazes in mah room today, and mah usual clothes don’t hardly breathe.”
“Jubilee said her room was too hot, too,” Bobby mused as he closed the freezer.
“Takin’ her some ahce cream?” noted Rogue. “Ain’t you sweet. A frozen treat’s what brought me here, too.”
“I’ll just get out of your way then,” he told her, stepping aside.
“Don’t wander off now,” she advised him. “Ah got a teensy favor to ask,” she explained as she began exploring the freezer.
“What’s up?”
“Ah get brain freeze somethin’ fierce, so Ah wanna borrow just a touch o’ yer powers,” Rogue answered, still rummaging.
“I guess that’d be cool with me,” replied Bobby, intentionally making the terrible pun. Even though the freezer door hid her face from this angle, he could practically hear Rogue’s eyes rolling in exasperation.
She shut the door, apparently having found what she wanted. As Rogue closed the distance, Bobby fought the reflexive urge to shy away from her touch. A glance at her hand revealed that she’d selected a popsicle, which triggered his memory of Jubilee calling his dick her popsicle just before giving him head. At the same time, he imagined Rogue, whose lips he’d long thought were perfect for sucking cock, in Jubilee’s place. Catching sight of her cleavage up close as well, he felt himself stiffen immediately.
Before Bobby could begin to purge such thoughts, Rogue gave him a peck on the cheek.
The young woman squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to process the rush of another person’s essence attempting to mingle with hers. Rogue gasped as what little she gleaned from such brief contact integrated with her own self. “Bobby, shame on you!” she cried, though her tone was playful. “Thinkin’ such things when ya knew Ah’d get ‘em too.” Her cheeks glowed pink and her accent thickened.
“Sorry, Rogue,” apologized the young man, feeling light-headed from the effects of Rogue’s draining touch. “I didn’t mean to. It’s just –“
“Oh, Ah know whah,” Rogue interrupted him. “Ah didn’t know you ‘n Jubilee’d gotten so close as all that.” She tore the wrapper off her popsicle, a tapered cylinder of blue raspberry, and raised it to her lips. She licked the tip.
Bobby’s eyes widened. “What’re you doing?”
“Ah got this urge t’ tease ya lahk Jubes did,” answered the Southerner as she swirled her tongue over the top inch or two of the icy delicacy in her hand. “This is what you were thinkin’ about me doin’ t’ you, won’t it?”
The Bostonian gulped. Rogue was certainly putting on a show all right, leaning against the counter, working the popsicle past her plump lips in ways eerily reminiscent of the way Jubilee had worked her lips along his dick. In his peripheral vision, he noticed prominent bumps crowning her breasts through her blouse. “You’re… not wearing a bra?” Bobby blurted, recognizing the fact from having seen Jubilee in a similar state so frequently.
“Ah done told ya, Ah was burnin’ up,” replied Rogue, her tongue running along one side of her cold snack. “That’s whah Ah came… down here when… Ah didn’t think… anyone else… would be here,” she explained, pausing to bob her head shallowly along the shaft. She closed her eyes and hummed her gustatory pleasure. Bobby felt utterly rooted to the spot.
Rogue’s jade-green eyes flashed at him as she sucked her popsicle, the evident lust in her gaze transforming it into the most erotic face Bobby had ever witnessed. Just at the edge of his vision, he saw one of her hands cup the corresponding breast and squeeze. A muffled moan escaped her lips wrapped around the delicious frozen treat. Her eyes then flicked down to his groin, where the young man had long ago pitched a full-fledged tent. “Someone’s sure enjoyin’ the show,” the usually-reserved girl purred.
Bobby shrugged with a sheepish grin. “What straight guy wouldn’t?” he replied. “This is pretty damn hot. Not to mention, totally unexpected.”
“What can Ah say? Ah got a lotta pent-up…” She paused to lick all the way up the shaft, her tongue now stained blue. “… frustration, and Ah don’t get much chance to… y’know… be sexy lahk this.” Rogue pouted, a little ashamed. “Ah don’t get t’ tease ‘n flirt lahk all y’all, lahk you ‘n Jubes do,” she added, having apparently “borrowed" Bobby’s singular habit of using that nickname.
The young man gave her an incredulous look. “Rogue, trust me, you don’t really have to do anything to be sexy,” he assured her. “But I can sorta see how you’d feel left out of ‘normal’ flirting and stuff.” Bobby pulled his hands down from making air-quotes and shrugged. “I dunno if you’d call me and Jubes ‘normal’ though – we flirt and tease, sure, but we’re just friends.”
Rogue shook her head. “Ah got a piece o’ you in mah head that says otherwahse,” she argued.
“We might be friends with benefits now,” he amended.
“Ah don’t think so,” persisted the young woman, taking another lick of the popsicle. “The feelings Ah got are just lahk Scott and Jean’s before they got together. Unless yours are one-way?” she asked with a sympathetic wince.
“I… don’t know. About mine or hers,” he clarified.
Rogue frowned. “Fahn. Well, raht now, ya got a choice: Stick with me, and we’ll go to one of our rooms where Ah’ll show off even more; or take Jubes the ahce cream ya promised her.”
“Shit! I’d almost forgotten!” Bobby cried, cooling his hands to try to preserve the ice cream he held. As the young man dashed out the kitchen door, he called, “I, uh, really appreciate… everything, Rogue!”
The Southern goth watched him go, smirking. “Ah figured that’d be your choice,” she sighed to herself with a shrug. Louder, she called after him, “You’re welcome, but ya better not blab t’ nobody ‘bout this!” Resuming suckling the popsicle, she returned to her room, alone as usual, to imagine that Bobby had chosen differently.
*****
Upstairs, Bobby took his time approaching Jubilee’s door, in order to let his hard-on from Rogue’s teasing subside. He also cooled his hands to prevent his peace offering from melting any further. A quick peek inside the carton confirmed that the contents hadn’t become an unappetizing puddle of goo, much to the young man’s relief.
After only one rat-a-tat-tat burst of knocks, Jubilee answered her door in a neon-pink tee and denim shorts. She brightened immediately on seeing Bobby, and he did likewise. “Oh, thank God,” she gushed. “I was starting to wonder if you were leaving me hanging.”
Bobby laughed. “No way. One cherry ice cream for a Miss Lee, as ordered.” He handed her the requested dairy dessert. “Are we cool now?” he asked hopefully.
Jubilee nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for not sexting you, I guess?” she joked. More seriously, she added, “And for snapping at you.”
“I guess I earned it,” replied Bobby, “for making fun of your boobs, which I know you’re sensitive about. I’m sorry,” he apologized.
Jubilee smiled and ate a spoonful of Bobby’s peace offering. “What took you so long, anyway? Did you make it from scratch or something?”
“Not exactly,” he answered, scratching the back of his head uncomfortably. “I, uh, ran into Rogue, who also wanted some tasty frozen goodness.” Jubilee’s eyes twinkled mischievously at Bobby’s phrasing, but her mouth was full; so Bobby continued, “She claimed she gets brain freeze badly, so she borrowed a bit of my powers.”
Jubilee blinked in surprise. “Wow. That was brave of you. It makes this so much sweeter.” She held up the rapidly-emptying carton of ice cream for emphasis. “I really do appreciate this, Bobby.”
The way that she said “appreciate” made Bobby’s ear perk up; he wondered just how she’d show her appreciation. The train of thought led to images of a naked Jubilee devouring his cock with gusto. The boner he’d stifled before now returned with a vengeance.
The young woman licked some ice cream from her spoon, in a way deliberately reminiscent of how she’d licked him a few weeks ago, not to mention his more recent encounter with Rogue. “You’re thinking something naughty, aren’t you?” she teased.
“Dammit, Jubes. Could you really expect me not to?” he asked in exasperation.
“I guess not,” she shrugged. “How’re you holding up?”
Bobby made a face. “How do you think? I’m horny as hell and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”
Jubilee smirked around the spoon in her mouth. “Poor baby,” she ribbed him, putting on a mock pout. “Maybe… I could help?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“I… thought you weren’t feeling good today?” a confused Bobby replied.
“I’m not,” his friend confirmed. “Maybe later this week, I can, ah, take care of you.” Her cheeks reddened at out-and-out propositioning him like this.
Bobby raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t that be cheating, though?”
Jubilee shook her head. “You can’t jerk off, but that doesn’t mean I can’t jerk you off.” She licked her lips. “Or suck you off.”
The young man frowned. “And here I’d braced myself to go a whole month without getting off,” he groused. “Now you’re telling me we could’ve been fooling around all this time?”
The young woman giggled. “Yup. You’ve just been making it harder by avoiding me,” she remarked, emphasizing “harder” with a meaningful glance at Bobby’s groin.
Bobby, his competitive spirit now stirred from its slumber, set his jaw. “It still goes against the spirit of the bet,” he pointed out, though the horny-teen-male parts of his brain protested. “I lost and can’t jerk off, but it’d be no real loss if I could just say, ‘Hey, Jubes, I’m horny; mind going down on me?’ I’ve made it this far; I can make it the rest of the way.”
Jubilee blinked at his determined, surprising response to her offer. She couldn’t decide whether to feel disappointed he turned her down, or impressed at his tenacity. “Whatever, dude,” she ultimately shrugged. “Suit yourself. Props for sticking with it, I guess.”
“Thanks, I think.”
Jubilee finished her ice cream and handed the spoon back to her friend. “I’d still like to hang out,” she offered. “The playoffs start this weekend. I read the Celtics are in, so congrats.” A warm if playful smile graced her lips, as though she were holding back some serious trash talk in favor of playing nice this time. She hoped Bobby would recognize that she was playing nice, too.
He did, in fact, and responded with a similar smile. “Barely,” he grumbled. “They’re gonna get clobbered by the Cavs – probably swept. Your Lakers didn’t make it, so that’s something at least.” Jubilee’s eyes flashed, but Bobby pressed forward: “You’ve still got two actually good teams, if you wanted them, in the Clippers and Warriors.” He winked and added, “I think there’s still room on one of those bandwagons, at least.”
Jubilee rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. See ya Saturday, then?”
“Maybe,” replied Bobby. “It’ll be, uh, tough to be around you.”
Jubilee glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Bobby paused before explaining, fairly certain he’d stepped on a land-mine, or nearly so. “I’ll be thinking about doing stuff with you and checking you out. I won’t be able to enjoy the games.”
Placated somewhat, Jubilee sighed. “Fine. I guess I can turn down the sexy a little bit for your sake.” She stepped close to give him a brief hug. “Thanks again for the sweet treat. If you think you can handle this hotness,” she waved at herself, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”
“No promises,” Bobby answered. Just her hugging him had put him on edge.
Jubilee pursed her lips. “I, uh, got some make-up work to do for school, so… see ya later?”
Recognizing the dismissal, Bobby replied in kind, and the two teens went their separate ways.
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A/N: Another week, another chapter. I think it'll be a couple weeks before the next one, though, due to the end-of-semester crunch. If the UST is killing you, just remember: At least you can do something about it, unlike Bobby! How much more can he take, ladies and gents, before his balls explode? :D
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