Dare

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Dare
part one
"Truth"

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The late afternoon sun slanted in through the blinds. It was oppressively humid, and the air conditioner, despite working its little fan belts out, could barely keep the heat at bay.

It was June, vacation time at the X-Mansion, and Logan, Remy and Jean had drawn the short straws. They were given the illustrious duty of babysitting the mansion while everyone else lounged on a beach in the Caribbean.

"Dis sucks," Remy said for what seemed like the millionth time.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you've said that. Aren't you supposed to be used to weather like this?" he retorted irritably.

"Yeah, well, down in Louisiana, on Grande Isle, we got a nice Gulf breeze to cool t'ings off. Dere's nothin' here but humidity."

Jean gave up on trying to read. "I'm going to get something to drink," she announced, heading for the door.

"Hey, darlin', can you grab me a beer?"

"What am I, your serving wench?" Jean replied, but she grabbed a beer for him anyway.

Logan popped the cap off of his beer bottle and took a long drink. Jean held her cold soda can up to her forehead. Remy dozed on one of the couches.

"We are gonna get vacations of our own once de others get back, non?" Remy asked drowsily.

"Of course," Jean replied. "And I'm going to Iceland."

Logan snorted. "You think this is bad?" he said, taking another swig. "Try Madripoor in January. Ninety-five degrees, ninety percent humidity."

Jean groaned. "No thanks."

It was miserably hot. Jean drank some of her soda, shifting uncomfortably on the leather couch. Her legs were sticking to it, and sweat was running down her back underneath her tank top. "God, this is miserable," she whined. "I'd feel better if I could just run around naked."

She knew immediately that was the wrong thing to say in front of these two. "I don't have a problem with it, Jeannie," Logan said with a lascivious grin.

"Gambit don't mind either, chére," Remy added, raising a graceful eyebrow. "Go right ahead and strip if you want."

"Oh, shut up, you two. You know what I meant," Jean retorted, blushing.

Logan leaned forward, still grinning suggestively. "Yeah, you meant you'd be cooler if you took your clothes off. Don't let us stop you."

She whacked him with a throw pillow. "I am not going to take my clothes off in front of you two!"

Remy sat up on the other couch, his red-on-black eyes sparkling wickedly. "Would you feel more comfortable if we got naked, too?" he teased.

Jean rolled her eyes and put her hands over them, wishing she hadn't said anything. "Oh, yeah. Sure. I'd feel so much more comfortable sitting here with two naked men."

"Comfortable may not be de right word, petite. I don't t'ink I'd say I was comfortable if de two of you were naked."

His voice had dropped into a low purr, dark and sexy. There was a rustle of cloth, and Jean dropped her hands suddenly to see that he'd unbuttoned his shirt. It was hanging loosely from his shoulders, shadowing the hard muscles of his chest and stomach. A wicked grin on his lips, he let the shirt slip back off of his shoulders.

"Remy, cut it out," Jean said, tossing the pillow at him.

Logan still sat at his end of the couch, drinking his beer and watching Remy with an amused grin on his face. Making a show of pouting, Remy pulled his shirt back up onto his shoulders and sprawled on the couch again.

After a few moments of quiet, he was whining again. "I am bored," he declared. "Why don't we play a game or somet'ing?"

"A game?" Jean said. "What, like Monopoly?"

Remy chuckled. "Non, not Monopoly. How about Truth or Dare?"

That made Jean laugh. "What is this, a junior high sleepover?" she said.

Remy sat back up, grinning at her. "Aw, come on, Jean. It'd be fun. And it's not like dere's anyt'ing else to do around here. Logan?"

He shrugged. "Why the hell not? Better'n Monopoly."

"Jeanne?"

Maybe the heat was affecting her brain, but Jean agreed. "Okay, why not? Who's going first?"

"Me!" Remy said triumphantly. "Jean, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you a virgin?"

Unfortunately, Jean had been taking a drink at that moment, and she nearly spit soda across the room. "What?" she sputtered. "Of course not! Why would you ask that?"

Remy was laughing. "Oh, Jean, everybody t'inks you're de good little girl," he said, wiping his eyes, "but I t'ink dey're wrong."

Jean scowled at him, putting her soda can on a table. "Well, no, I'm not a virgin. And who thinks I'm a good girl?"

"Oh, everyone, chére," he said with a wink. "I dunno if dey t'ink you're dat much of a good girl, but it doesn't hurt to ask. Logan's turn."

Logan took a long swallow of beer. "Jeannie, truth or dare."

Jean rolled her eyes. "What is this, 'Pick on Jean' afternoon?"

"Truth. Or. Dare."

"Dare. I'm not going to walk into another stupid question."

"I dare you to flash us your breasts."

Jean's mouth fell open. "Oh, hell no."

Remy was smiling wickedly. "All dares are binding, petite, and anyt'ing said in de game doesn't leave de game."

"Gee, I didn't realize there was a contract involved in Truth or Dare," she said sarcastically.

"C'mon, Jean, do it. Just t'ink... it's your turn next. You can make Logan do somet'ing embarrassing."

Scowling, she pulled herself off of the couch. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up to her neck, exposing her white lace bra. A quick turn from side to side so both guys could get a look, and she dropped her shirt back down, flopping back onto the couch.

Logan looked annoyed. "Hey, I didn't say flash your bra--"

"And you didn't say flash bare breasts, either," she said smugly, crossing her arms.

He rolled his eyes at her, but she could see a faint grin playing at his lips. "Your turn, Jean," Remy said.

Who to pick on first? "Logan, truth or dare," she said.

"Truth."

"Aw, you're no fun. Okay. Why do you like swimming naked in the pool at night?"

Logan nearly spit his beer down his front. "And how exactly do you know that I swim naked?"

She shrugged. "I do look outside my window on occasion."

A slow grin spread across his face. "Do you like watchin' me swim naked?" "It"It's not your turn to ask questions, now answer mine."

He sighed. "It feels better than wearin' trunks. You've got the water flowing around you... It just feels good."

Strangely, the thought made Jean want to shift in her seat, but Logan was staring at her. She sat stock still and smirked at him.

"My turn again," Remy crowed. "Hmmm, who to pick? I t'ink I'll choose... Jean again. Truth or dare, petite?"

"Dare." It would have been her luck Remy would have asked about masturbation or something equally embarrassing.

A smile that could only be described as evil split his handsome face. "I dare you to show us your bare breasts."

She groaned. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Oui. Now, bare 'em. And you notice I didn't slashlash. Flashing implies a split-second look. Showing means you've gotta let us get a good look."

"Fine, fine, whatever," she said, standing back up. "Would you two like to move together so you'll both get an equal amount of ogling time?"

Logan snickered, but Remy jumped off of couccouch and flopped down beside Logan. "Okay, we're ready," he said, grinning.

Jean turned her back to them, sighing. Grabbing the straps of her shirt and bra, she tugged them both down, then folded the cups of her bra down so that her nipples were bare. Taking a deep breath, she turned around.

The instantaneous change of expression on r far faces was comical, from snickering to staring heatedly in a split-second. Jean smirked. "Is that a good enough look?" she asked.

Remy shook his head. "Non, not quite. C'mere, move closer."

"No groping," Jean said with a laugh, feeling strangely confident despite having her boobs hanging out of her shirt. "You didn't say anything about groping in your dare."

"Damn, I wish I had."

Still smirking, she stepcloscloser, and both men leaned forward in their seats. Remy looked like he was going to start drooling at any second.

The sudden *snikt* of one of Wolverine's claws popping startled them all, Wolverine included. Grinning, Jean raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged and the claw slid home. "I think that's enough of a look," she said, trailing her hands over the tops of her breasts just to make the two of them groan softly.

She pulled her bra and shirt back up and sat back down on Remy's other side, supremely satisfied with herself. Having two men openly drool over her breasts was a great confidence-builder, she thought with amusement.

"Logan, isn't it your turn?"

He coughed. "Yeah. My turn. Remy, truth or dare?"

Remy shook himself. "Uh... truth."

"Do you have a hard-on right now?"

Jean and Remy both burst out laughing. "Maybe Jean can reach over here and see..."

"A yes or no will suffice," Jean said with a grin.

Remy winked. "Hmmm. Do I have a hard-on? Let me t'ink... ehhh... oui."

"Good," Logan said with a smirk. "I'd hate to be the only one."

"You two sure know how to boost a girl's ego," Jean teased.

"Your turn, Jeannie."

"Okay. Remy, truth or dare."

"Truth."

Jean grinned wickedly. "So, are you going to be jerking off every night thinking about my breasts?"

This time, Logan did spit his beer out. Remy just leaned back on the couch, folding his hands on his stomach. "Truth is, chére, I've been jerking off t'inking about your breasts for a while. But now that I've seen 'em, you can bet I will tonight."

Jean blushed, but if the rush of heat between her legs was any indication, she wasn't blushing witharraarrassme
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"My turn!" Remy said, clapping his hands together suddenly. "Jean, truth or dare."

"Dare."

"Give Logan a lap dance," he said, then put his hands up at the look on her face. "Aw, come on, chére, live a little."

She tried to scowl at him, but she had to admit, she was having too much fun. She hadn't done anything crazy in a long time, and it felt pretty good to cut loose. "Okay," she said, "how should I do it? Facing him, my back to him?"

Remy grinned. "Face him, and pull your shirt and bra down again."

She climbed over Remy, squealing when he smacked her on the butt. "Watch it, mister," she said, but she couldn't help laughing at the smug look on his face.

Logan looked eager, shifting to accommodate Jean as she crawled into his lap, settling her legs to either side of his . \. "Can he touch me?" she asked Remy.

"If he wants to," Remy replied.

Logan smiled sharply, putting his hot, dry hands on her thighs. Jean sat back for a second, looking down at him, then slid her arms out of her tank top straps, pushing it down around her waist. She slowly slid forward until her hips were against his, his erection a stiff line against her.

"Do you always wear push-up bras?" he teased, his voice low.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "It's laundry day," she replied. "Now shut up or you won't get your lap dance."

Jean slowly rolled her hips against his, arching her back and sliding her fingers under the straps of her bra. Logan's blue eyes darkened and his hands moved up to her hips, guiding her motion into a rhythm he liked. She bit her bottom lip, lowering her lashes, and tugged the cups of her bra down, baring her breasts. Logan let out a sharp breath, pulling her against his groin with a little more force.

Jean picked up the new rhythm, rubbing herself against him, bringing her hands up to squeeze her breasts. Remy groaned quietly beside them, but Jean ignored him, instead taking Logan's hands in her own and bringing them up to her breasts. He was breathing hard, lifting his hips up underneath hers, fingertips flicking her nipples. Jean cried out softly, moving her hands to his shoulders and riding him, humping the hard bulge in his jeans.

He cupped her breasts, squeezing them tightly, and she arched her back again, putting her breasts against his face. Stubble teased at her nipples, making her gasp, and she let out a startled cry when he suddenly caught a nipple between his teeth, sucking briefly. "Okay, I think that's enough of a lap dance," she said shakily, slowly pulling away from Logan's hands and mouth.

"You don't wanna ride me 'til you come?" he asked, his voice full of dark promise.

She had to take a deep breath to steady herself. Her body was tingling, and the brush of fabric over her nipples when she pulled her bra and shirt back up was almost unbearably sexy. "It's tempting. Maybe later," she said with a wink.

Remy, who had been watching them both hungrily, leaned over to Logan. "Hey. Dare her to give me a lap dance next, hien?"

Logan chuckled. "Jeannie, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Jean answered with a sly grin.

He shrugged at Remy. "I tried, man. Okay, Jean. Have you ever used your telekinesis during sex? Or while you were masturbating, for that matter?"

Jean coughed, wishing she'd just taken a dare. Might as well be blunt about it, she thought. "Of course I have. If you were telekinetic, wouldn't you?" she replied.

Both men grinned wolfishly at her. "Will you show us?" Logan asked.

"Nope," Jean said with a grin. "I chose truth, and I told you the truth."

"Aw, come on, Jeanne," Remy needled, leaning forward. "You can't just tell us something like dat and not expect us to die of curiosity."

"Looks like you'll just have to keel over, then."

"Please?"

"No."

"S'il te plait? Oh, pleasepleaseplease, show us--"

Remy suddenly jerked back against the couch, letting out a startled cry, then arched up, moaning. Logan was staring at him. "What the hell was that?" he asked.

Jean grinned smugly at both of them. "Telekinesis."

"Dammit, you give him a demonstration and not me?" Logan said, mock-outraged.

"You got a lap dance, mon ami. Quit bitchin'," Remy said hoarsely, wiping his forehead.

Jean laughed. "Okay, Remy. Truth or dare?"

Remy grinned up at her. "Dare."

She had to think of a good one. It wasn't that riding Logan's lap was unpleasant, but she wanted to pay Remy back for it anyway. "I dare you to compare dicks with Logan."

Both guys stared at her for a moment, wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "'All dares are binding,'" she quoted with a smirk.

Remy sighed. "Oh, all right. But I t'ink you just wanna see our dicks so you'll have somet'ing to get off to at night."

"Possibly. Now drop trou."

"Why do I have to pull mine out, too? You're daring him," Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Consider it a dual dare. Just do it."

They both unzipped their jeans and lifted their hips at almost the same time, shoving their pants down enough to pull their erections out. At once, Jean knew for a fact that she'd be getting off thinking about them. Remy's wary lry long and on the thick side of slender, just a little pinker than flesh color. Logan's was surprisingly long for his height, very thick, flushed dark with blood, and uncut, the foreskin pulled taut around the broad head.

She would have given a million bucks for one of them to dare her to suck them off right then.

"Oh my," she said before she could catch herself.

Remy smiled. "As you can see, I seem to be a bit longer than Logan here, but Logan's got me on girth. And now, it's my turn. Logan, truth or dare?"

It seemed rather surreal for him to just go on with the game while they were both sitting there with their dicks in their hands. Logan looked thoughtful. "What the hell. Dare." he replied.

"I dare you to jerk off for five minutes straight without comin'."

Jean had to sit back down on the couch before she fell over. Logan looked at his watch, then started slowly pulling his hand up and down his cock. The foreskin slid back and forth, revealing the wet tip, and Jean felt the sudden urge to lick that wetness away. "Oh my," she said again, simply because there wasn't anything else to say.

"My turn, right?" Logan said, his voice slightly strained. "Jean, truth or dare?"

She took a deep breath. "Dare."

"Play with your breasts. Naked breasts, norougrough your shirt. I wanna see you pinch your nipples."

That deep breath came out shaky. Once again, she pushed her shirt and bra down around her waist, cupping her breasts in her hands. Logan moaned, working his hand a little more quickly on his cock. Jean tugged on her nipples, moaning herself. "Ohhh, Remy. Truth or dare?"

"Dare, of course. Why would I take truth when dere's so much fun to be had?"

"I dare you to lick your way up the inside of both of my legs."

Remy slid off of the couch like a cat, settling on the floor in front of Jean's feet. Jean thought her eyes were going to roll back into her head. "Lay back on de couch, chére," he said softly, taking an ankle in each hand.

Jean leaned back onto the middle cushion with her head beside Logan's hip. She could tilt her head and see him jerking his cock and look down her own body and see Remy's devil eyes peering wickedly up at her. The first touch of his tongue to her ankle made her jump then melt into the cushions. He licked slowly up her calf, dipping his tongue into the ticklish spot behind her knee before painting a wavy path up the inside of her thigh.

"Logan, truth or dare?" Remy said, rubbing his cheek against Jean's thigh, his eyes on her breasts.

Jean kicked her unlicked leg a little. "Hey, what about--"

Remy laughed. "I'm getting dere, petite. Logan?"

"Truth," he said hoarsely, switching hands on his cock and reaching over to touch Jean's breasts.

Jean moaned at the damp touch, and again when Remy planted a wet kiss on the inside of her calf. His question, though, made her freeze in surprise. "Have you ever fucked a man before?"

She tilted her head back to get a good look at Logan. His hands had stopped on his erection and her breast, but he didn't look angry. Just... curious, for lack of a better word. Questioning.

"Yeah, I have," he said, watching Remy, his hands moving again.

Jean barely had time for shock over that admission; Logan's fingers closed over her nipple and pinched it hard. Her cry was choked into a gasp when Remy set his teeth to her thigh, licking the bite mark.

"Rems. Truth or dare?" Logan said, his voice husky.

"Truth," he mumbled against the inside of Jean's knee.

"Have you ever fucked a man in this mansion?"

Jean tried to sit up, but Logan held her down. Remy was busily licking at her thigh, making her writhe. "Mmm. Oui, I've fucked a man in dis mansion," he replied.

"Who? Who?" Jean said, trying to wiggle away from Logan's hand and Remy's tongue.

Remy's last licme dme dangerously close to the hem of her short-shorts. "Are you asking me truth or dare?" he said, his eyes heavy-lidded.

Something was starting to click in Jean's mind. "Okay, truth or dare?" she asked.

"Dare."

"Jerk," she said with a weak grin. "I dare you to tongue-kiss Logan."

Whatever reaction Jean expected, she didn't get it. Remy pulled her upright and then crawled right into Logan's lap, pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth like he'd dit ait a thousand times.

Jean thought her jaw was going to hit the floor.

Logan brought his free hand up to tangle in Remy's hair, kissing him back hard, his left hand still working his dick. Remy slid one hand into his own open jeans, and though she couldn't see anything, she knew he was jerking off, too.

"Oh dear god," she whispered. "You two are..."

Logan pulled away from Remy's lips. "We're what, darlin'?" he said softly.

She couldn't quite form words. "You're... you're... fucking?"

Logan's face was unreadable. "What if we are?"

She nearly fell over. "Oh my god. I just... I'd never have guessed--"

Remy was smiling, rubbing his nose against Logan's cheek. Logan was still as deadpan as ever. "And why wouldn't you have guessed, chére?" Remy asked, purring and teasing.

"I... I don't know," she answered vaguely. "I guess I thought you both liked women."

"And who says we don't? As I recall, we were ogling your breasts earlier, and Logan was having some fun playing with dem," he retorted, lounging against Logan's body like a big, smug cat.

She could feel her eyes getting as big as dinner plates. "Oh," she said, and knew she sounded breathless, "so you're... b-bisexual, then?"

Logan was suddenly grinning sharply, like the Big Bad Wolf about to eat Little Red Riding Hood. "Does that turn you on, darlin'?" he said, his voice a low growl.

Jean immediately wished she hadn't thought of that analogy. "Well, maybe a little," she lied.

Logan took a deep breath through his nose, and his smile got even sharper. Little Red Riding Hood was already in the Wolf's jaws.

"It turns you on a lot," he said, shifting Remy off of his lap and leaning toward her, making her lean back against the arm of the couch in response.

"How... how do you know that?"

"I can smell it."

"Oh my god," was all she could say.

Remy had moved to kneel on the floor in front of the couch. "Jean. Truth or dare?"

She knew exactly where this was going. People in the mansion thought she was a good girl? Well, she was about to prove them wrong.

"Dare."

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end part one

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