The Scott We Never Knew but Just Might Like

Disclaimer: These characters are owned by other affiliates not me, nor do I get paid for the fiction you are about to read. They’re only written for your and my pure enjoyment.


*This fic is about Tighty Whitey himself.
*This fic is based on a wonderful dream I had hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did.
*Felt it needed more of an explanation so I did story with the PWP, like it’s necessary and all.
*Since it was my dream this is my OC. Her mutant name is Vanquish, but her real name is Veiyn (Vain) it’s how I am sometimes.

The Scott We Never Knew But Just Might Like

Ch I
She Started It


Everyone knew who Scott Summers was, the all American type. Boyish good looks, charming smile, athletic, well spoken, confident, a gentlemen, basically the boy next door that a woman would bring home to mother. All of his fellow mutants who grew to know and love him admired his abilities as a leader and friend. He was respected and adored by those he worked with or lent a helping hand. His girlfriend Jean Grey of two years fell for him the first day she laid her bright green eyes on him and since then never wanted to be apart from him. Scott lived his everyday life maintaining the spit polish image of the perfect gentleman no matter the situation, no matter the argument.


He made sure everything he did down to the littlest detail was perfect, from how his sock drawer was organized to the 10 point landing of the X Jet, not even a hair on his fell out of place during a fight simulation or battle, and it made his female comrades swoon. He would smile everyday a row of perfect pearls would flash thought perfectly tanned lips. Tanned lips that matched a sculpted body that went through rigorous training everyday for three hours, that paid off during vigorous rounds against Magneto’s efforts to take over the world or a program designed by fellow member Wolverine. Jean had no complaints running her long slender fingers over the taut muscles, whether relaxing by the pool, watching television or just fooling around. Yeah Scott had the perfect life; girlfriend, charm, health and morals, and he hated it with a passion.


Deep down Scott had a part of him that he could never reveal to the X Men. Having them see him in a different light would affect his dignity, but after years of serving the greater good it was beginning to piss him off something fierce and if he couldn’t let it out he was going to explode in more ways than one. He cared for everyone’s opinion too much he realized and thought that was time to change. He was tired of being the good boy while men like Logan and Remy could parade around being themselves without a thought or care about how others saw them. Like Logan and Remy he too had a rough childhood, he had no parents, no one to care for him or his baby brother Alex, jumping from foster home to foster home, sometimes abused and humiliated by his ‘parents’ leaving deep scars that would never heal.


Well it was time the tables turned and he revealed his true nature to everyone around him. He was tired of living this lie, a lie not even Charles Xavier could see, but he would just like everyone else. It was just a matter of time when he would reveal his bad side, his evil side, his real side to all those people who love and adore the all American boy next door. He didn’t know which side would be more appalled by his true self, the men, or the women, or just one woman in particular…little Miss Perfect herself Jean Grey.


Scott was outside on the basketball court playing by himself doing a little workout since no one was home except him, Xavier, Logan and the new girl Veiyn. He was working off the usual frustrations of being leader of the X Men and other personal stuff that ticked him off the past couple of weeks, particularly Jean. Scott’s 21st birthday had past and he wanted to spend his new adulthood doing what all young men wanted to do, fuck. Jean planned an intimate dinner in his bedroom using candlelight and soft music to set the mood. After dinner they sat on the wrap around balcony outside his bedroom and sat in the cool summer breeze watching the stars.


They sat in a padded lounge chair, Jean laying between his legs his arms wrapped around her keeping her warm. Scott could feel that her skin was getting goose bumps but didn’t know if they were from the night air or his touch, so he decided to test it out. He began trailing his finger up and down her arm with a light touch that made her give a little shiver making her body lean closer to him. Seeing she was getting comfortable his finger curled under the strap of her dress and let it fall over her shoulder. Since she didn’t protest he tiptoed his fingers across her chin to turn her head towards him giving her a slow sensual kiss. Jean’s body became more relaxed and ran her slender fingers through his hair sending soft prickles down his spine.


Keeping her occupied with his lips, his hand slid down her dress caressing her soft pale skin. When his fingers grazed pass her nipple she let out a soft moan through their kiss and Scott acted instantly. His hand cupped the ample flesh, squeezing her nipple lightly between his index finger and thumb, making her gasp into his mouth, satisfied at his touch. Her kiss deepened as Scott’s hands began playing with her body, wanting her to want him. His hand slipped away from her body causing a disappointed sigh, but was soon quieted when he began sliding the soft lengthy material of her dress up her legs. She quickly broke the kiss as if spooked. “We can’t Scott, not…”


Scott cut her off by sliding two of his fingers past her panties and into her already wet hole. She whispered his name as he began moving them back and forth inside her massaging her inner walls. She brought her legs together, holding him there not wanting him to let go of his hold he had on her, but this is not how she wanted her first time, at least not on the balcony where anyone could come around the corner. “Do you love me Jean?” he asked not stopping his pleasuring her. “Yes…but…” “Then let me show you how much I love you.” She opened her eyes and her mind to him imagining what his eyes were like under the dark red lenses. “Please Jean.” Before she could answer him she found him moving himself from under her leaving her lying on the chair. He bent down giving her another kiss and began pulling her body towards the edge of the chair. “Just let me show you,” he whispered trailing kisses along her bright yellow sundress.


Jean was about to protest when she felt his hands creep up her dress and found the waistband to her underwear, but was stopped short when his tongue licked at the wet spot between her legs through the colorful material. Jean arched her back at the tingling sensation that shot through her and when Scott did it again she grabbed the arms of the chair as if her body were going to float from the pleasure. Moving before she could recover he removed her panties dropping them to the marbled floor. He sat her up and removed the dress laying it on arm of the chair so it wouldn’t wrinkle. **There you go being perfect again you ass. ** He saw she was about to say something but he only heard a stifled moan when his mouth covered her breast, sucking her nipple to a hardened pink pimple, her body thrusted forward shoving more of herself in his mouth as his hot tongue bathed her hot skin over and over.


Not forgetting the other, his mouth moved to the other side flicking his tongue back and forth making her other nipple peak, then he took the pebbled nub between his lips and began to suck hard while his tongue moved up and down rapidly making her pant in raspy sharp breaths. Her body became intensely hot, but Scott hadn’t even faintly begun. She grabbed two handfuls of his hair pulling closer and he pushed her down and in the same movement drove three fingers inside her tight pussy making her scream from the pressure. Not stopping his assault on her breast his fingers fervently moved in and out of her dripping pussy his named called over and over from her lips as she could feel her muscles began to clench around his fingers. Scott’s mouth let go off her with a loud wet pop but his hand never let up. He looked down at her, her eyes closed, face grimaced as she concentrated on the splendor that was her man finger fucking her into a crashing onslaught of internal electricity not even Storm could conjure.


Scott’s hand was completely covered in her juices as the slapping sound continued into the night air which soon broke when Jean began to give a long loud overwhelming moan she came around his cum soaked fingers. She wanted to tell him not to stop but words only came out in sounds not coherent to anyone but him. He felt her calm down after a minute and his pants became strenuous over his hard on and he was soon going to relieve that pressure with another. Breathing heavily he picked up his exhausted girlfriend and carried her to his bed. He laid her down opening her legs while unzipping his khakis, which already had spots of precum on them. He withdrew the hardened throbbing flesh not bothering completely removing his pants from his legs. He hoisted Jean’s legs over his shoulders and was so close to her pussy the heat of her entrance teased him. He was about to give her one good hard thrust when he felt he couldn’t move.


He thought maybe he was positioned wrong but when he saw the look she had on her face he knew it was her who was stopping him. “Jean, baby please don’t stop me now.” “No Scott, not like this.” “Jean..not like what?” “I’m not ready, please just stop.” “But, but I thought you wanted me to show you how I feel about you.” “I do just not like this.” “Like what.” Scott’s voice was getting hard but he maintained as much control as he possibly could given the actual position he was in. “I want…I want more than this.” Arching his eyebrow he couldn’t for the life of him understand what she meant by that. “I want it more special, you know like I told you.” Slightly turning his head he gave her a look as if she was stupid and licked his lips. “Let me go Jean, now.” He felt himself gain control and removed her legs from shoulders the heel of her shoe scratching his chin in the harshness of the tug he gave them. “Scott please don’t be mad.” He got up and blew out the candles on the table. “I’m not mad, just doing as you ask…as always.” He walked away and went towards the bathroom, and slammed the door so hard their picture hanging on the wall fell and the glass cracked right down the middle between them.


Jean was about to move when the door opened, “By the way could you not link minds with me for the next couple of days,” and with that he shut the door and ran the shower not really caring what Jean did at that point, but if she did enter his mind she’d never want to speak to him again with all the vulgarities that streamed his brain. She got off the bed feeling bad that she hurt him but it was her choice after all. She retrieved her dress putting it back on and walked to the bathroom door. She gave it a soft tap and called his name asking if he was all right. “Did you change your mind Jean?” “No, but..” “Then leave me alone please. I did as you asked now can do the same?” Getting mad she opened the door anyway finding him clutching the sink his knuckles whiter than the color of his skin. “Scott please talk to me.” “I told you to leave dammit now leave before I do something you’ll regret.”


The statement shocked Jean but she didn’t fluster. She gave him a faint smile and walked towards him placing her hand on his shoulder. “Scott you I know you’d never hurt me that’s why you stopped.” Jean stood 5’9 and Scott stood an even 6’0 so he could look right into her eyes. He turned his head slowly cocking it slightly. “Oh really. As I recall it was you who stopped me and if you don’t leave now you will regret it, and that you can believe.” Not wanting to believe the threat she stood her ground. “Scott, you’re only upset because you wanted something I didn’t and I’m sorry but like I said I’m not ready yet.” She turned to walk away but felt his hand grab her wrist and turn her to face him again but this time they were nose to nose. “It didn’t seem that way when we were outside did it?” She was about to recant but she honestly couldn’t say anything because she knew it was true.


“Just like I thought. See I find it very unfair that you always get something out of our little escapades but I get jack shit and I’m tired of it Jean really fucking tired of it.” She never heard Scott curse before and the way he said it he was really pissed off and now her fear was beginning to build. “So I think maybe I should get something out of it.” Jean tried to leave but he pushed pass her and not letting go of her wrist and dragged her back to the bedroom. “Scott don’t!!” He flung her to the bed landing on top of her pinning her down with his hands and his lips. His mouth devoured hers making her moan in pain and pleased at that he moved down her body lightly biting her stomach then stopping at the area pleased earlier. Jean tried to use her TK but found Scott was actually fighting it. “Scott don’t do this please,’ she said tears welling up in her eyes. Ignoring her plea he sat up to pin down both her hands with one of his so he could remove her panties again. This time not caring he ripped them off of her throwing them to the floor.


Scott buried his face into her pussy driving his tongue into her hole licking the remnants of her last orgasm like a thirsty dog. Jean tried to fight him but deep down she loved when he did this and resisting him was going to be damned hard. His tongue lapped repeatedly at her clit sending chills up her spine, but he put two fingers inside her dripping core she screamed at the climax that shot through her. He pulled his face from her warmth and looked up at her. “Do you want me to stop now?” He could see her mouth about to form the word ‘no’, and placed two more fingers inside her and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. She screamed out his name and began to grind her hips to his rhythm. He released her hands and lay down next to her as he continued to fuck her with his hand not pausing for a minute. He wanted to hear her scream his name again and again or just plain scream.


Tears began flowing down her eyes as she bit down on her lip to refrain from screaming alerting anyone near his door. His fingers began to torture her g-spot and that’s when the firebird lost all of her control. Her body began to buck wildly as her world crashed around her, her body imploded with such a force Scott only grinned. He removed his cum soaked fingers dragging one finger along her swollen clit as punishment and sat between her limp legs and began licking her essence from them as she watched too exhausted to do anything. When he finished he pulled down her dress picked her up and carried her to her room placing her on her bed.


“Scott…I thought you were…” He leaned over her placing a kiss on her lips. “I would never hurt you….” He opened her legs and laid his still hard cock between them, his pants a protective barrier. He pushed himself against her, a deep moan flowed from her red lips, “….but God how I want to.” He got up putting her under the covers and walked to the door. He opened it and stood in the doorway turning to her. “And if it’s not you,, it’ll damn sure be somebody else.” He left her to herself and went to his room cleaning up the mess returning the dishes and silverware to the kitchen when he got an alerom rom the professor saying he needed him for a mission to pick up a new mutant. He wasn’t really in the mood but when the professor said the mutant was a she his interest was piqued and headed for his room to get ready.


He continued to play by himself and went for a free throw when he saw Veiyn walk outside into the garden. He shot the ball crooked and it flew over the backboard towards her. She bent over to smell a rose when the ball was coming at her fast but before Scott could warn her the ball stopped in mid-air behind her head. “You suck you tha that Summers, you can’t even beat yourself playing one on one.” He walked towards her eyeing her ass as she continued to sniff the roses. **Yeah but there is somethin’ else I’d like to beat. ** He retrieved the ball and put it in the crook of his arm as he watched her enjoy herself. “So ya wanna play a game of one-on-one or what?” She turned around facing him, he was tickled that she was so short and she only came face to face with his chest. She looked up into his ray bans and eyed her reflection for a moment. “So I can whip your ass and embarrass you like I always do.” “Hey that last time was a fluke, you’re bra strap popped and it distracted me.” “And I thought you were the one with the most control here besides Charles of course….”


Her voice trailed off when her attention caught Logan coming from the gym wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweat soaked shorts and tennis shoes. Scott noticed what she was looking at and rolled his eyes, but got mad when he noticed how her breathing changed to slow shallow breaths. **What the fuck does that little runt have that I don’t? ** No one knew that Veiyn also had a little bit TP, not as advanced as Charles or Jean, but good enough she could read the thoughts of the person close to her. She laughed out loud at Scott’s inner thought and he gave her a confused look. “Don’t know Summers, could be he’s the type that’ll just take what he wants no matter the consequences,” she said snatching the ball from his arm. “What, huh, what’re you talking about?” She was already on the court tying her tennis shoe tighter.


“What was that comment you made?” “Oh I was answering you’re question. Maybe because Logan has that type of aura where he demands control and if you’re a woman pressed under 295 pounds of that, well, ya know.” “Ohh is that what you like Veiyn someone to control you in the bed?” She dodged his block and went for an easy lay up but missed it on purpose and gave him the ball. “Wouldn’t know…” Scott went to take a two point shot, but missed it completely when she finished her statement. “I’m a virgin.” She rebounded the ball and dunked it with ease. “I win see you later.” She walked away heading back towards the house without looking back at the court. Scott stood dumbfounded yet enticed. “Virgin huh, well we’ll see about that. See Jean told you it was either you or someone else and I’ve found that someone else. Too fuckin’ bad for you princess.”


Next Chapter: In the Kitchen