Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
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X-men Comics › Threesomes/Moresomes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,647
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
Two XMen and a Jacuzzi
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Prologue:
Sometimes the best laid plans go very wrong, even for Xmen. Especially when those XMen are a supposed master-thief and sometime hero like Gambit or an ex-street thief and former goddess known as Storm. Their attempts to infiltrate a drug ring responsible for a new mutant-killing designer drug failed.
{Failed? No, more like exploded in our faces like one of Gambit’s cards gone astray.} Ororo thought as they ducked frantically into a supply closet. How had it gone wrong? {Damn that Cajun! Leave it to him to try to charm a card carrying lesbian. Overconfident, oversexed, ego-bloated fool!}
As they hid in the dark listening to footsteps pass back and forth she struggled with the sensation of suffocating. The combined odors of bourbon, cigarettes and aftershave wafted from her companion’s skin and made a nauseating combination with the heavily perfumed individual-sized soaps and toiletries stacked neatly on the shelves.
“You gon’ be O.K., cher?” Gambit noticed her trembling and remembered her claustrophobia. “Don’ worry, Gambit gon’ find a way out.” Using a charged card like a pen-light, he searched the storage closet, finding a second door in the rear behind a folded cot. Storm clenched her teeth to hold back the urge to point out he was the one responsible for their predicament as they quickly made their way through the second door into a maze of access hallways that lead deep into the heart of the luxury hotel.
At last they made their way out of the maze to the service elevators. Storm balked at entering yet another small space. Gambit yanked her inside impatiently and punched a button.
“Up? We need to get out of here.”
“Dey be waitin’ for us. No. We go up. Blend in…hide.”
“Hide? No. No more closets.”
“No closets. Remy heard dere a convention up dere. Like a big party, lots o’ people.” Remy’s smirk made her uneasy. But, lacking a better plan, she’d follow his lead, for now.
[Inside a private room, a couple was relaxing in their rented Jacuzzi conversing about their plans for the weekend. They are nude. The woman is short, brown-haired, green-eyed and heavy-set, with a figure like that of ancient stone fertility goddesses. The man is lighter-haired and bearded, even shorter than she and perhaps half her weight. His arms and hands are shortened and somewhat oddly formed, obviously a birth defect. Their voices rise and fall with excitement, hers alto, his tenor.]
Storm and Gambit slip in through the door, having found the latch not quite engaged. They quickly dart into the nearby alcove before they are spotted. Pausing to sort out their next move, they find themselves listening to the conversation as they take stock of their situation.
“I don’t know what to see first. It’s kind of kink-overload out there.” The woman sighed.
“How about the Bondage Demo? You know how I love breast bondage.” The eye-roll was nearly audible.
Gambit drew Storm’s attention to two small domes in the ceiling of the suite. Quite likely surveillance cameras. Storm scowled. She doubted that the room’s occupants were aware that they may have been filmed. Her companion mimed something to her. He was forced to repeat it before her uncomprehending eyes as the couple continued to chatter.
“Hey! We’re finally in a hot-tub.” The man pointed out.
“It’s a Jacuzzi.”
“Close enough.”
“Hmm…” The woman responded.
Gambit, frustrated with trying to convey his idea to the incredulous Storm begins to strip off his clothes. He nods at her as he bundles up his trade-mark trench coat.
“How about Kari? From Mythbusters?”
“Hmm…yeah. She’s so damn hot. And I bet she’d be fun too. Who else? Tori? Or Grant?” The woman’s voice rose with her interest.
Storm, shakes her head and begins to remove her own clothes. {I cannot believe I am doing this.}
“No. I was thinking about that girl you like. You know.”
“Huh? What girl?”
“From that movie.”
Storm pauses, uncertain whether to remove her underwear. Gambit looks down at his naked body pointedly and nods toward the Jacuzzi. {The man is mad. }
“Uhh…American Pie?”
“Yeah. That one. The girl.”
“Oh. Allison Hannigan…Ohhh….”
Almost too quickly to follow, the two teammates cross the room and slip into the Jacuzzi. Remy places his hand over the woman’s mouth and Storm, a half-beat slower, attempts to muffle the man’s shout. The woman freezes. Remy raises a finger to his lips.
Author’s Note/Disclaimer: This story is for adults only! Sexual Content! Namely, Smut! If you are underage or offended, go away!
This is my response to my own “Hot Tub Challenge.” Any resemblance to real persons, namely myself and my husband, is entirely on purpose. The Xmen, unfortunately, don’t belong to me. I have deliberately not used our names here.
Yes, it’s cheesy self-indulgent, self-gratification. This is mainly my fantasy, I’m the mutant lover in this house. No, really. My headboard is built out of comic boxes. Queensize bed. Makes a nice shelf… Nevermind. I did throw hubby a few bones…boners…er, um. Yeah. You’ll see.
Please, please, please, rate and review. Even if you hate it! Nuff’ Said.
05/24/2007-update – I’ve just discovered I’ve been using the wrong kind of brackets to indicate a character’s internal thoughts, thereby rendering them invisible when viewed online. I am an HTML idiot and I humbly beg forgiveness. In the future, I will make a point of reading my stories online to check for bonehead errors like that one.
{This means character’s internal thoughts.}
Prologue:
Sometimes the best laid plans go very wrong, even for Xmen. Especially when those XMen are a supposed master-thief and sometime hero like Gambit or an ex-street thief and former goddess known as Storm. Their attempts to infiltrate a drug ring responsible for a new mutant-killing designer drug failed.
{Failed? No, more like exploded in our faces like one of Gambit’s cards gone astray.} Ororo thought as they ducked frantically into a supply closet. How had it gone wrong? {Damn that Cajun! Leave it to him to try to charm a card carrying lesbian. Overconfident, oversexed, ego-bloated fool!}
As they hid in the dark listening to footsteps pass back and forth she struggled with the sensation of suffocating. The combined odors of bourbon, cigarettes and aftershave wafted from her companion’s skin and made a nauseating combination with the heavily perfumed individual-sized soaps and toiletries stacked neatly on the shelves.
“You gon’ be O.K., cher?” Gambit noticed her trembling and remembered her claustrophobia. “Don’ worry, Gambit gon’ find a way out.” Using a charged card like a pen-light, he searched the storage closet, finding a second door in the rear behind a folded cot. Storm clenched her teeth to hold back the urge to point out he was the one responsible for their predicament as they quickly made their way through the second door into a maze of access hallways that lead deep into the heart of the luxury hotel.
At last they made their way out of the maze to the service elevators. Storm balked at entering yet another small space. Gambit yanked her inside impatiently and punched a button.
“Up? We need to get out of here.”
“Dey be waitin’ for us. No. We go up. Blend in…hide.”
“Hide? No. No more closets.”
“No closets. Remy heard dere a convention up dere. Like a big party, lots o’ people.” Remy’s smirk made her uneasy. But, lacking a better plan, she’d follow his lead, for now.
[Inside a private room, a couple was relaxing in their rented Jacuzzi conversing about their plans for the weekend. They are nude. The woman is short, brown-haired, green-eyed and heavy-set, with a figure like that of ancient stone fertility goddesses. The man is lighter-haired and bearded, even shorter than she and perhaps half her weight. His arms and hands are shortened and somewhat oddly formed, obviously a birth defect. Their voices rise and fall with excitement, hers alto, his tenor.]
Storm and Gambit slip in through the door, having found the latch not quite engaged. They quickly dart into the nearby alcove before they are spotted. Pausing to sort out their next move, they find themselves listening to the conversation as they take stock of their situation.
“I don’t know what to see first. It’s kind of kink-overload out there.” The woman sighed.
“How about the Bondage Demo? You know how I love breast bondage.” The eye-roll was nearly audible.
Gambit drew Storm’s attention to two small domes in the ceiling of the suite. Quite likely surveillance cameras. Storm scowled. She doubted that the room’s occupants were aware that they may have been filmed. Her companion mimed something to her. He was forced to repeat it before her uncomprehending eyes as the couple continued to chatter.
“Hey! We’re finally in a hot-tub.” The man pointed out.
“It’s a Jacuzzi.”
“Close enough.”
“Hmm…” The woman responded.
Gambit, frustrated with trying to convey his idea to the incredulous Storm begins to strip off his clothes. He nods at her as he bundles up his trade-mark trench coat.
“How about Kari? From Mythbusters?”
“Hmm…yeah. She’s so damn hot. And I bet she’d be fun too. Who else? Tori? Or Grant?” The woman’s voice rose with her interest.
Storm, shakes her head and begins to remove her own clothes. {I cannot believe I am doing this.}
“No. I was thinking about that girl you like. You know.”
“Huh? What girl?”
“From that movie.”
Storm pauses, uncertain whether to remove her underwear. Gambit looks down at his naked body pointedly and nods toward the Jacuzzi. {The man is mad. }
“Uhh…American Pie?”
“Yeah. That one. The girl.”
“Oh. Allison Hannigan…Ohhh….”
Almost too quickly to follow, the two teammates cross the room and slip into the Jacuzzi. Remy places his hand over the woman’s mouth and Storm, a half-beat slower, attempts to muffle the man’s shout. The woman freezes. Remy raises a finger to his lips.