The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER CHAPTER THREE (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, Ted gave Billy and Joaquin a good shove so they finally arrived. Though Joaquin kept going on about a dragon drinking tea... InterNutter, TC and Maxwell Pink make me toes all tingly for archiving! Readers/Reviewer: Mille mille grazie! The Killer Kitties(tm) are looking for new prey, though...watch your knees!


"I don't know what you're all twitterpated about. Remy flirts with people all the time! Anything that breathes, he flirts with it!" Jubilee flung herself onto the sofa with the air of someone much put-upon. "I swear, you girls are nuts."
Remy's voice drifted from the kitchen. "Do not!"
"Pick up the pace, sweetie, I'm a sentence ahead..." Jubilee popped her gum and turned her attention to Jean. "Scott flirts, right?"
"Nope," she said, stretching her legs out in front of her to admire the recently painted nails. "He says it'd be disrespectful to me if he flirted with anyone else."
There was a long and thoughtful pause as the other three girls stared at Jean. Jubilee finally said, "So just when _did _ you neuter him?"
"Jubes! Be nice..." Jean slanted a disgusted glance at the very loud laughter now coming from the kitchen. "Remy can hear you!"
The Asian girl merely rolled her eyes. "Look, all I'm saying is fish gotta swim, birds gotta and and guys gotta notice pretty girls. Well, the straight and bi ones do, anyway."
Jean interjected "I can kind of see where Amara's coming from, though. I mean, Lance is with her and it's just...wrong for him to hit on another girl or let another girl hit on him if he's taken!"
Amara nodded emphatically, trying to balance as she painted her own toenails a rather disturbing shade of red. Rogue snorted. "I'll tell you what you need to do, Amara...Don't break up with him, just don't fuck him."
Over Jean's stifled gasp at Rogue's bluntness, Amara sighed, "Tried that, remember? Didn't last long at all... Besides, what's the use in punishing him if he's just going to go get it somewhere else?"
"Why don't you trust him?" Jean asked, rising carefully to avoid ruining the expensive rug with wet polish. "Did you see anything that, beyond a reasonable doubt, leads you to believe he is screwing around in any way, shape or form?"
Amara screwed up her face in thought. "Yes. He was flirting with Patricia Garrison and he won't tell anyone we're together."
Rogue made a sound near a growl but closer to a swear. She stood and threw the television remote at Amara, who caught it handily, before announcing, "You are pathetic. I'm going to bed."
"It's not even eight o'clock!" Jubilee called after her.
"Stuff it, Jubes..."
"She," Jubilee said to the room at large, "is not nice." Jean shrugged, setting to work on her fingernails, and Amara snorted as she began flipping through the channels. "Well, this is more fun than a barrel of monkeys. I'm getting a soda. You guys want?"
"Juice," Jean said around the orange stick1 clutched between her teeth.
Amara made a noise of agreement but did not specify her beverage of choice. Jubilee shrugged. _Two sodas and a juice, then... Hello, gorgeous... _ Remy was flipping through a magazine at the kitchen table, cup of coffee in his hand as he leaned back in his chair, balancing it on two legs as easily as she might walk a balance beam. "Hey Gumbo," Jubilee said after a moment of quiet, pleased appraisal.
"Was wonderin' when you gonna say somethin'..." Remy cocked an eyebrow at her. "See anythin' you like or you jus' browsin'?"
Jue sme smiled and went to the fridge to get the drinks. "Oh, I see plenty that I like..." Jubilee swayed her hips tauntingly as she bent low to dig through the fridge, not really surprised when she heard the thump of wooden chair legs on parquet flooring and Remy's nearly soundless footsteps cross to her.
"Cherie, it ain't nice ta tease un homme if you got no intention o' followin' through," he purred, running his hand along the curve of her hip as she straightened, drinks clutched to her chest.
"And just why do you think I've got no intention of following through?" She tilted her chin to stare up at him, feeling smaller than usual thanks to their height difference of over a foot.
"Parce-que you got dat girlie night goin' on wid Jean an' Amara an' Rogue. Not nice ta leave a friend in need, eh?"
Jubilee made a moue of boredom. "Rogue went to bed and the other two are about as fun as a bag of hair." She glanced down at the cans of soda and bottle of juice numbing her chest. "Give me ten minutes and I'll meet you upstairs..."
"That long, p'tite?" Remy tsked. "I give you five..."
Jubilee grinned like a cat in cream. "Five? Why, Remy...you sound like you're in a hurry..." She stepped past him to put the drinks down on the counter, beckoning him with a crook of her finger. "What's the rush?"
"Jus' can't wait ta be ensemble, eh?" He bent to kiss her and was pleasantly surprised when she looped one arm around his neck and prolonged the kiss, slidng one hand under his shirt and scraping her nails lightly along his side.
"You," she said between the small kisses she was planting along his jaw,"are more anxious than you let on." Her fingers brushed the obvious bulge currently pressing against her stomach. "Why, Remy...is this for me?"
"Cherie..." he groaned at her teasing. "C'mon...les go upstairs..."
"Nuh uh. Here." She slid her hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and found his stiffening member, warm and t aga against her fingers. "Jean and Amara can wait a few minutes..." She pulled his head down to kiss him again, slipping her tongue between his parted lips as she began to stroke her fingers over his length, making him groan low in his throat as she closed her hand around him, squeezing and caressing his member as she laved the inside of his mouth.
"Jubilation," he whispered, pulling away just enough to speak, his lips and breath teasing her cheek as he spoke, "what you be tin you you doin'?"
"You know, the entire time we've been together, I don't think I've ever given you a hand job."
"Pardon?" His attention was divided between her words and what she was doing below his waist. Jubilee was running her finger along the prominent vein on the underside of his arousal, sending tiny shivers down his spine
"Oh, come on...I know you know what it is...you're not so suave and cool as to think it's beneath you..." she grinned up at him and resumed the steady pumping of her hand, grinding against him slightly as she did so. Remy gave over, leaning into her ministrations with a mild sigh. Jubilee found the slight peak of his nipple through his t shirt and pressed her lips to it, suckling and biting gently despite the material barrier. She could feel droplets of moisture seeping onto her hand so the paused to swipe her thumb across the head of his arousal and spread the pearly liquid over the sensitive skin, sucking particularly hard on his erect nipple when he sighed roughly into her hair. Her ears open for the sounds of imminent intrusion, Jubilee made a decision. _One way to bring this to a head-heh-quickly... _ Giving Remy a gentle shove backwards to give herself room and keeping him between her and the doorway, Jubilee freed him from his pants and dropped to her knees in one motion. Shoving his pants down just enough to give her access, Jubilee ignored Remy's noise of shock and instead darted her tongue out to taste the emerging fluid and smiled up at Remy. "Shhhhh...." His expression was somewhere between incredulity and great pleasure as she took him slowly into her mouth, a few inches at a time, always sliding him nearly all the way out of her welcoming warmth before taking him even further in. Remy rocked against her gently, Jubilee's murmurs of encouragement driving him closer to the edge. She paused for one moment and then, slowly and carefully, took him as deep as she could, her tongue sliding along the underside of his length and teasing the nerves, her teeth scrapsligslightly and making Remy wince and shudder at once. Jubilee began drawing on him in earnest then, clutching at his hips to hold him close, his hands sinking into her hair as if she could anchor him to reality.
Remy felt the end approaching and bit his tongue to keep from crying out as Jubilee took him all the way in, taking the last bit of length into the soft embrace of her lips and tongue, humming slightly as she knew that would be the nail in the coffin in terms of his self control. Remy could not hold back; he held her head as he pressed forward, knowing she could not take him any further in but needed to move against her. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his hips as he released into her, the salty climax seeping into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed hungrily, sucking at his pulsing member all the while. Remy finally pulled away and helped her to her feet, pulling his pants up before checking the clock out of reflex. "Chere..." he began.
"Shhh...they'll hear you..." She winked at him and picked up the drinks. "Meet me later in my room..." Remy watched her trot out as if nothing had happened, ignoring Amara's snide comment about the length of time it took her to get drinks.
_Merde, dat gal got some balls... _ Remy chuckled to himself as he picked up his magazine, barely noticing the math textbook left on the corner of the table. _Eh. Kurt mustn't a needed it after all... _

The Bijoux was one of the last drive-in theatres in New York State2. Friday night was classic movie night there and Kurt's favorite place to be, usually sitting in the car and staring up at the concave screen with wide eyes. Tonight was no exception, despite the added intrusion of Amanda and Paolo, much to Kitty's chagrin. _I'll bet he forgot his math book on purpose, just so they could sit there and talk. He didn't even speak to me once during the entire time at the library! Not once! _ Kitty plastered a false smile on her face and turned to ask, "Do either of you need popcorn or anything?"
Amanda made a face. "Ugh! I gained so much weight in France...I'm on a diet until swimsuit season!"
Kitty made sympathetic noises. "What about you Paolo? Anything?"
"No...but I'll go with you if you're going...:"
Kurt looked away from the screen, his boyfriend radar going off. _Don't you look at her like that! _ "I'll go with you, Schatz," he said, hopping out of the car and moving around to her side to open the door before Kitty could tell him she was not really going, just being polite. "I think some Milk Duds would be good... You sure you don't want anything, Amanda? I remember you like those awful licorice things..."
Amanda giggled. "Mike and Ikes! Sure, I'd love some!"
Kitty's false smile slipped. "Paolo? Nothing?"
"Katzchen, he already said no...come on. I don't want to miss the movie!"
Kitty let him drag her in and out of the rows of cars, the gravel crunching under their feet as they stepped over a couple laying on a blanket and making out as if their lives depended on it. The snack bar was really an old Air Stream trailer3, retrofitted so that one side had a long window that opened to serve food. "Paolo seems nice," Kurt said finally as they gained the end of the line, the smell of popcorn and faintly suspect nachos drifted over the movie goers.
Kitty nodded. "He's not bad...very talky." She shrugged, dismissing the subject. "You and Amanda seem to be getting along like a house on fire..."
Kurt edged forward in the line and nodded slowly. "She missed Bayville...I was catching her up on what's been going on. Well, school stuff anyway. And about Joe Crocker catching his pants on fire at the pizza place in December..."
Kitty snorted. "He's a dumb ass... So she's okay with us being together?"
"I guess...we didn't talk about it. You sure you don't want anything?"
Kitty opened her mouth to say "ice cream," but the image of Amanda in a bikini flashed across her mind and the words "Diet Coke" came out. Kurt nodded and dug money out to pay the cashier as they moved closer. "So she's okay with us?"
"Yeah, I guess...Kitty, are you okay with her being here?" Kitty attempted a wounded sniff but instead it just sounded like she had a head cold. Kurt's mouth twisted in resignation. "I didn't think so..."
"I don't hate her..." Kitty felt she needed to explain her feelings but could not find the words.
"I didn't think you did...Hold on a second..." Kurt placed their order and turned back to Kitty. "Kitty, you have nothing to worry about. When Amanda and I broke up," he said, stepping closer so as not to be overheard, "it was because she wasn't you. She's very sweet, and funny and smart and pretty, but she's just not _you _ ." He offered her a tentative smile but Kitty's brow quirked in uncertainty. "Was?"
"I'm not sure how to take that, is all." Kitty turned it over in her mind, debating whether or not to be jealous. _A little. I wouldn't be human if I weren't a little jealous... _ "Okay...I can deal."
"I knew you could...Mein Katzchen isn't the jealous type..." He smiled toothily at her and picked up the pack of candy and the soda, offering her his elbow. The navigated the islands of cars again, but Kurt pulled her to the side before they got to their car. He tugged her over to an empty parking space at the back of the lot, near the border of trees and the sound-barrier that blocked the theatre from the street. Putting the soda and candy on the ground, he folded Kitty into an embrace and nuzzled her ear, lips barely brushing her skin as he murmured, "You know I love you, Liebes. Amanda is the past. She and I are trying to be friends...we got along great while we were together and we'd like to try to have some of that now. She knows I love you and that nothing is going to change that."
Kitty sighed, warring between arousal and guilt over her jealousy. Kurt's soft kisses on her ear and neck made her decide on arousal and, feeling a little wicked in light of her renewed confidence, she said "You know what I was thinking about doing all day?" Kurt shook his head, not wanting to come up for air from the object of his obsession. "I was having the _most _ interesting daydream about Storm's potting shed. I was thinking, maybe tonight when we get back, we can go out there..."
"And?" he breathed, not daring to look up. He was quite willing to leave Amanda and Paolo sitting in the car and port home posthaste.
"Mmmm...I'll tell you if you kiss me there again..." Kitty sighed as his teeth and lips found the pulse point he had so recently abandoned. "And I was thinking maybe I'd like for you to have your wicked way with me on the potting table... Anything you wanted..."
Kurt felt his heart thud once then drop to his stomach. "Anything?"
"Anything..."4
The crunching of gravel made Kitty groan inwardly and look over Kurt's shoulder to see Paolo and Amanda standing there, looking faintly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Katerina, but I'm not feeling so well," Paolo murmured, looking away from the couple.
Amanda added, "I think he's gonna ralph." Paolo apparently found this to be an excellent suggestion for he leaned over and vomited then and there, splashing Amanda's shoes and jeans with the remains of his lunch. "AUGH!"
Kurt abandoned Kitty's side so quickly her head spun. "It's okay...just gross," he offered, using the napkin from around the soda to clean some of the damage. Paolo had moved off several feet and was retching into the weeds, leaving Kitty to watch the gruesome tableau. "Kitty," Kurt finally said in mild exasperation, "can you take her home? I'd do it, but her parents..." he trailed off, looking deeply apologetic. Paolo had sat down and was looking worse for wear. Answering Kitty's unasked question, Kurt said, "I'll call Scott to come and get us. You know how to get to your host parent's house from here?"
"I...I think so..."
Kitty sighed. "Come on Amanda...Kurt, see you at home."
"Potting shed?" he said hopefully as she walked off with the girl she was coming to see as her nemesis.
"Not tonight...headache..."
1 That thing you use to push back cuticles.
2 Made up the theatre, but it's a little based on the Starlight Drive in near here.
3 Those old silver ones, like in the fifties movies.
4 Did that remind anyone else of the conversation between the prostitute and the solider in Full Metal Jacket?