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Things to do in Boston when you’re bored… (NC-17)
Disclaimers: I own NOTHING!
Marvel and associated entities own the characters and locations and if
there’s anything else you recognize belongs to other people with lawyers and
money and things that could get me in trouble.
I make no profit from this work of fan fiction and it’s purely for
entertainment purposes.
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta…I’ve slopped over
into comicverse, LOL. ProPhile is still
a lovely smutmuse, but Morgan is now deputy smutmuse. She encouraged me into this fic and even though it took longer to
write than I thought, this is for her and her Remy-muse. *g * The title is a take off the movie “Things to
do in Denver when you’re dead.” And
this story is pure PWP with no redeeming value whatsoever. None. Zip, zilch, nada, bupkis.
“That position’s impossible…”
“Non, c’est tres possible…”
“He’s right, you know. I can do that.”[1] Both males startled guiltily and turned to
face Jubilee, leaning amusedly against the doorjamb. “You really should turn the volume down…I could hear this all the
way out in the hall.”
“Well, shut the door then!” Skin
said irritably, hitting the “stop” button on the VCR remote.
Remy smirked. “Hey, chere.”
“I was looking for you two…I need
to go into town and didn’t want to go alone, but I guess you have better things
to do,” she teased, glancing at the screen.
“You know, that has to violate some sort of health code, doing that in a
hospital.”
Skin blushed furiously, but Remy
laughed. “You gonna give him a heart
attack, chere.”
Jubilee shrugged. “Scoot over. I want to see how this ends.”
Skin was now so red he made Penance
look pale. “Jubes…”
“Oh, get over it. I’ve seen it before. Hell, I have one…and some of those, too,”
she added as the movie started again.
“Hey…I can do that, too!”
Jubilee leaned against Remy’s arm
as the scene changed from one of very un-nurse-like nurses to what seemed to be
a hospital janitor. Skin shifted
uncomfortably, praying that neither one of his friend would notice he was
painfully aroused. Damn it…Remy
doesn’t seem to care it’s porn…Hell, he thought it was funny. Shit.
Did she just look at me? He
coughed, trying not to blush as Jubilee shifted herself, leaning back on her
elbows between him and Remy. A strange
silence, neither interested nor uncomfortable, fell over the trio as they
pretended not to care about the movie but stared at the scene avidly. Skin became very aware all of a sudden that
someone was touching him. It took him
all of a second to realize that Jubilee was trailing the toes of her left foot
up his leg, acting as if she were not aware she were doing so. “Want a soda, chere?” Remy asked out of the
blue, making Skin twitch.
“Sure. Diet.”
“Skin?”
“No!” he yelped, earning an odd
glance from the other two mutant. He
reached for the VCR remote as Remy left only to have Jubilee stay his
hand.
“Don’t you want to finish this?”
“Uh…”
“What? I thought you were liking it,” she smirked, looking pointedly
down at his lap.
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “Jubilee, go
away.”
“What? Just because guys get the raw end of the deal, so to speak, and
the world knows when you’re turned on?
Girls get turned on by porn, too.
Just easier for us to hide it.”
She sat up and leaned close to him, whispering in his ear. “Remy’s gonna be a few minutes…”
“What…what are you saying?”
“We’re friends, you and me,
right? I mean, good friends…” She slid her hand across his chest, pausing
to flitter across one of his nipples.
“I can help take care of that,” she added, her hand dropping to rub
against the hard arousal straining his jeans.
Before he could manage a protest, she was kissing him, her tongue
begging entry to his mouth which he gave automatically, groaning softly as she
pulled him back down on the bed. He
thought of Remy, suddenly, and how much bigger he was and how likely it was
that the Cajun would kick his ass for kissing his girlfriend. Skin tried to pull away from Jubilee but she
would not let him, tightening her arm around his neck and taking one of his
hands, pressing it to the damp fabric of her jeans over the juncture of her
thighs. Skin groaned again, his arousal
twitching at the prospect of such a willing partner, someone who didn’t care
about his mutation and someone who apparently wanted him then and there. Jubilee raised her hips slightly and he
rubbed at her wetness through her jeans, making her whimper.
“It goes better if you take her pants
off,” Remy drawled, shutting the door behind him.
“Shit!” Skin was on his feet and off of Jubilee so fast, his head spun.
“It’s okay,” she sighed, pushing
her hair out of her eyes.
Remy nodded. “Don’ lemme stop you…”
“But…”
“But what?” Jubilee asked. “You
need written permission?” She rose to her knees and motioned for Skin to come
back. “He’s not going to kick your
ass.”
“Vrai,” Remy said, setting down the
soda in his hand. “I promise.”
Skin moved hesitantly to Jubilee’s
side. “I am so confused…”
“That’s not stopping you, is it?”
Jubilee asked, unfastening his jeans.
She glanced once more at Remy for his assurances and he nodded slightly,
so she bent to take Skin into her mouth.
Slowly, she drew on him, pulling him almost completely out of her waiting
mouth before taking in as much of him as she could handle in one plunge.
Skin gasped at the feeling of her
rough tongue and soft lips against his erection, her fingers grasping where her
mouth could not. He felt the bed shift against
his knees and opened one eye to see Remy kneeling behind Jubilee, pulling at
her jeans as she increased her ministrations, wriggling slightly to help her
boyfriend divest her of her clothing.
Her moan as Remy passed a hand over her backside, smacking her lightly,
reverberated against Skin’s member, making him moan softly. Jubilee pulled away and grinned up at
him. “My turn!” She scooted back on the bed and pulled her
shirt off, tossing it to Remy who threw it to the floor.
“Well?” Remy asked him. “She waitin’…”
Skin hesitated a moment too long
and Remghedghed. He pulled the younger
mutant to him. “Jus’ relax,” he
ordered. “It’s okay…”
“I don’t think he’s done it
before,” Jubilee murmured, her fingers trailing between her thighs, brushing against
the damp, dark curls there. “You should
show him.”
Skin found himself next to Remy,
between Jubilee’s thighs, with no idea how he got there. Shaking slightly, he followed Remy’s lead.
Jubilee closed her eyes, sighing in
something near bliss as she felt first Remy, then Skin begin kissing the inside
of her thighs. The feeling of two
mouths on her was incredible, the the feeling of so many fingers and hands
moving across her skin, growing ever closer to her center, was enough to make
her want to whimper in excitement. The
first touch of a tongue against her folds made her jump slightly. She recognized Remy without even having to
look, his touch familiar and scintillating.
The moan that escaped her when she felt him pull away subsumed into a
groan of pleasure when Skin took his place.
She raised her hips, pressing against him and silently asking for
more. Remy seemed to take this as his
cue, too, and soon she was squirming as they both kissed her there, laving and
nibbling her sensitive flesh, teasing her and making her shiver in anticipatory
excitement, her release looming large.
Jubilee felt a shift of movement and felt suddenly bereft of contact,
making her open her eyes. What she saw,
though, more than made up for any neglect.
Remy cradled Skin’s head, kissing him deeply, as Skin wrapped an
extension of himself around Remy’s wrist, stroking him without using his
hands. Jubilee made a soft noise of
pleading and one of Skin’s extensions slid between her thighs, stroking her and
finding her center. She gasped as he
pressed into her, twisting in her folds and making her shudder. “One of you,” she moaned. “Now…”
Remy broke the kiss
regretfully. “Chere, you spoil all my
fun…”
“Use your imagination,” she
ordered, pulling on Skin’s arm.
All his unsuredness gone, he
crawled between her legs, kissing her stomach, her shoulders, then taking one
peak of her breast into his mouth, nipping her gently before laving her. Her legs went around his waist
automatically, her hips moving in a silent plea as he drew on her turgid
nipple, making her moan and arch into him.
He did not even flinch as he felt Remy’s hand on his back, the
unexpected kiss strangely, excitingly enjoyable and something he knew he wanted
to try again, despite his previous doubts.
He felt Jubilee reach between them and guide him into her waiting folds,
the warm tightness grasping at him and making him cut aut against her flesh. Remy’s hand stroked his back, moving to the
curve of his rear before sliding between Skin and Jubilee, his much larger
fingers replacing the Asian girl’s against her bud of arousal. Skin began moving nearly desperately, Remy’s
fingers stroking him with each pull out of Jubilee’s depths and making Jubilee
squirm with each thrust into her.
Remy was tempted to join in a more
intimate way but knew Skin would definitely balk, so he had to satisfy himself
by…satisfying himself. The sight of
Jubilee, her head thrown back and lips parted, gasping and panting for breath
as Skin moved within her, made him groan softly. He pulled his hand from between them and coated his length with
her moisture before touching her again, feeling her grow even wetter with his
touch. As he stroked her center, Skin
still thrusting within her, Remy took himself in hand and felt her cooling wetness
grow sticky beneath his hand as he stared pumping himself. “Oh, God, Remy, this feels so good,” she
gasped. “Not as good as you, but, God…”
“Shhh,” he hissed. “Don’ upset Skin now…”
Skin panted, “Remy…”
“Shhh…” He moved up the bed and pressed the head of his length against
Jubilee’s parted lips, and she took him in eagerly. “Oh, ma p’tite…” Her
tongue flicked across the seeping head, lapping at the moisure forming there
and tasting herself on his flesh. “More…”
Skin felt her contract around him
as Remy pressed hard on the nubbin of her arousal and he lost himself, stars
exploding re hre his eyes as Jubilee moaned her release. He felt his own climax hot and sticky and
wet as he pushed inside her one more time, her body shuddering beneath him as
she never let up on Remy. He had barely
moved out of the way when Remy pulled himself out of Jubilee’s mouth, spurting
fluid across her chest, throat and lips, splashing Skin with some pearly
liquid. Remy stroked himself some more,
brining more liquid forth, spreading it on Jubilee’s skin with the head of his
length. After several panting moments,
she dragged one shaking finger through some and brought it to her lips, licking
it off. Smirking, Remy took his hand
from between her thighs and held it up for her to do the same there. Skin
watched with something between arousal and curiosity. “I think,” she said after a moment, “I don’t feel like going to
town anymore.”
Remy fell back on the bed with a
satiated grin. “You okay, Skin?”
“I’m not sure…”
Jubilee patted the bed beside
her. “Look, we all three wanted to do
this, so no worries.”
“Right,” Remy nodded. “She been talkin’ about doin’ dis for a long
time…”
“Really?” Skin heard the squeak in his own voice. “Why?”
“I wanted to see what you could do
with your mutation…”
“Remind me,” he said finally,
smiling faintly, “to show you next time…”
[1] That little
bit of dialogue courtesy of Morgan.
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