Surprises

Jean had just gotten home fschoschool. Her literature Professor was a real pain in the ass. Of course she couldn’t tell him that, not if she wanted to graduate that is. She walked into her room and fell flat on her face on the bed. She heard the door open behind her but didn’t bother to look around she knew just who it was. She exclaimed from the safety of the pillow her head lay in, “Mmm hmm lmmus mhsnns”
“What?” said a familiar voice.
Jean turned over on her back and looked over at Kurt. “I am going ill ill Professor Daner before the semester is over I swear this to you.”
Kurt had the glory of having him a semester earlier, “The man is the devil himself. I think we could probably get a petition on campus to bring back lynching just for him. What do you think? Maybe at least set up a series of very pointy darts near the door for students to throw at him when he gets carried away.” Kurt reached to run a hand over her hair.
“Guess what he wants us to do now?”
“What’st?” t?”
“He wants us to go all around town to ask people what their opinion of Hester in the Scarlet Letter. It’s supposed to compare and contrast the difference in attitudes then and now. I already know the differences. I live now. I have read the book. Those are the differences. Never mind midterms are coming up and I will be completely brain dead. Can I have cuddles?”
Kurt smiled and moved up on the bed beside her. He curled his body around hers and sighed. He had known Jean since he had first come to the X-Mansion. Well, come to the X-Mansion might be a little inaccurate. Forced was more like it. His mother had packed him up and moved him out. Margali had stated it would be better for him than just staying there at the circus. He had gone. He knew she loved him. It’s just, when his mother had an idea in her head it was hard to change her opinion of it. He had been so homesick he hadn’t known what to do with himself.

He didn’t know anyone there and he felt distinctly alien there. No one looked like he did. Warren Worthington had wings. Henry McCoy had immense hands and feet. Granted, they were truly immense. Words alone cannot quite get across the sheer size of them. It was still easy enough to pass off as being somewhat normal. On the other hand, even in the circus he didn’t have anyone who looked as freakish as he did. With their elephant man, fat lady, alligator boy, and the dog faced girl, he wasn’t that unusual.
Warren was pretty. He looked like an angel. While that might put a small crimp in your day by people wanting you to answer their prayers, bless them, or kiss their babies it wasn’t quite as likely to bring the torches and pitchforks. Hank had been a football star. Scott only had to wear a red visor that looked like a pair of glasses. Jean, she was beautiful. Bobby was only 12 but already a sophomore in high school. There was no one there as much of a freak as he was. Besides, how would they feel about a bisexual junkie living there? But that night, Jean must have overheard him on the phone to his mother asking to come home or liked taking in the new people. He was betting the latter rather than the former.
“Do you want to come watch some old bad movies and eat a lot of bad food? Anything with more fat and calories than other nutrients, you know real food.” She had smiled brightly. There was no pity, only a genuine wishes for friendship.

He had opted to go. The first movie in was Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. “Oh, I love this movie. How did you know?”
Jean smiled mysteriously, or tried. Her mysterious look gave way to laughter, “Well, it’s one of my favorites. It always has been.”
“Never before has there been a cuter governor. I never realized exactly how truly adorable a governor could be until I saw this movie. I have this movie in my collection somewhere. I would have to dig it out. Here it is without the muss or the fuss of unpacking.” Kurt reached for the cherry frosted pop tarts.
Together they sang all the songs and danced. The next movie in was the truly crappy early 80’s movie The Pirate Movie. “Oh No! I love this movie. I didn’t think anyone else had ever heard of it. I knew no one else liked it. I, though I am ashamed to admit it, have this one in my collection as well.”
Jean leaned over and in reaching for the Tootsie Pops, leaned into the ‘Box-o-Twizzlers’. Kurt snickered, “Now they are breast flavored.”
Jean laughed and grabbed the box, “Mmm, I have never had breast flavored Twizzlers before. Want one?”
She plucked one out for herself and passed one over to her new friend. “Here, I think this one is extra breast flavored.”
Kurt looked judiciously at the Twizzler. He took a bite, a serious look on his face. “Hmm, yes. I definitely taste the breast. I think … All Twizzlers should be made this way. It definitely improves the flavor and bouquet.”
Jean laughed, “I am glad you think so. I am not sure I could manage to get my breast into every single bucket of Twizzlers though. I think there might be some kind of Health Department rule against it.”

The movie came to an end, they barely noticed. “Jean, what are your powers?”
“Hm. I am a telekinetic and a little tiny telepath. I can pretty much only talk telepathically and skim people’s minds. I am an empath as well. It’s not quite the way people think of it though. I don’t have any control of it what so ever. Every now and then I just have a vision pop into my head. Sometime it’s useful. Most of the time it’s not. Yesterday, we went out to get something to eat. I had a flash there would be an accident. It was only enough time for me to yell for the car to stop. If it had been say a minute before, we might have been able to do something to help the people who died in the cars ahead of us. I hate it. When I shake people’s hands I see their whole life, like I was them living it. I saw yours.”
Kurt got a cold chill up his spine. All he could think about was several habits he had which were less than pleasant. “You did? What did you see?”
She took a deep breath, “I saw what your natural mother did to you. I saw it all I think.”
“You saw everything?” There had been a summer in his life he had been less than proud off. He had done so many drugs that he hadn’t really cared about what he had done with his life. He had kept as a pet for about a month. He had been used by so many people, he could barely remember their faces and names were out of the question. He did whatever his keeper wanted in exchange for all the H, X, coke, mescaline he could do. He had almost died before he got a hold on what he was doing. It had been after Mystique had done. He didn’t like to think about that. He pushed it to the side.
Jean just looked down at her hands. He assumed that meant she had indeed seen it all. “I am sorry you had to go through all of that.”
“It’s okay. I am sorry you had to suffer it. I only see it in my head. It’s just a flash. You want to break into the Scary Cat Peeps?”
“Yes. Peeps are right for anytime.”
There came a loud pounding on the wall then, “Will you two shut up?”
Jean’s eyes widened slightly, “Scott sounds pissed. Oh, look at the time. I don’t have to get up in the morning but Scott always does. I will turn on the air conditioning. It’s usually loud enough to muffle any sound. It’s late. Want to crash on my couch?”
Jean knew his room was only down the hall. She had caught his trepidation at leaving, at sleeping alone in that massive bed in his room.
“I would be honored my dear Jean the Fair.”
“I will get a pillow and a blanket for you. That sounds like a lot of trouble. Just stay where you are. It’s a big bed. More than enough room for you, Scott Warren Hank, the Professor, and me. This is all if Warren keeps his wings in of course.” Jean went into the bathroom to put on her pajamas. Kurt BAMF’d out to his room to get his pajama bottoms.
By the time Jean came back out, Kurt was already tucked beneath the sheets curled on his side.

That’s how it happened. It was as simple as that. One night turned into two. That turned into a week. Which turned into a month and so on. She was his best friend. Nothing ever happened other than the comfort of the others arms. What’s more, she had a far worse mutation than he thought he did. To have to be in everyone’s heads all the time. He was rather happy he was just fuzzy and blue.

They were inseparable. It was always Jean and Kurt, Kurt and Jean. They went to school together. They went on missions together. When he had finally kicked, she had been there holding his hand. When it came time to go away to college they went to the same school and shared an off campus apartment. Now they lay here in each other’s arms as they had one hundred times and now something was bothering him. He couldn’t think what it might be. It was a nagging gnaw in his gut that he couldn’t name.
Jean rolled over on her back to look up at him, “I asked you a question.”
“Oh, I am sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if you are alright.”
“I am fine. I was just a little lost in thought.”
A slender copper brow raised curiously. “Are you sure? You have seemed a little lost all day.”
“Ouch. You wound me to my core.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

It hit him rather suddenly like a cold harap iap in the face. It wasn’t really surprising when he analyzed it. He was in love with her. She had been there for him every time he had needed anyone since the day he had met her. He had always turned to her because it was safe. There was no fear, no expectation. That’s why it had been so easy. That is why it had sneaked up on him. He loved her. He had sated his lusts with others, many others, male and female. It hadn’t been that he hadn’t wanted her it had been that he hadn’t thought she would have appreciated that from him. He had always done his best to be a good friend. He had tried to make her happy in every way he possibly could. When she had a boyfriend, he had tried to make sure it had worked out the way that would make her happiest. It was only now he realized why he had really been doing it. He had wanted her to be happy and he was sure he would never be able to do it himself.

Jean peered up at Kurt’s stunned face. There was something odd about it. It looked as if he had been hit with a cattle prod. She took a little skim of his mind and got a shock herself. Kurt was in love with her? Kurt was in love with her? She just boggled over that small detail she had always missed. He didn’t think she would have ever wanted him? Her heart broke for him. “Kurt?”
Kurt shook his head and focused his eyes down on her and began to try to disentangle himself to go to the kitchen. “Well, I guess I will go make dinner. You want the schnitzel? I have the ingredients.”
Jean let him go as she just lay there thinking.

Kurt bustled about in the kitchekingking his mother’s recipe for gypsy schnitzel. It was creamy and delicious. His mother had even admitted it was just as good as hers. That had made him very happy at the time.
He tried to clear his head as he pounded the veal for the d


Dinner was a little strange. It was quiet. It was never quiet. They usually stumbled over each other with all of the things they wanted to say. Kurt was worried. Had Jean read his mind and was now uncomfortable with him? It was very prominent in his mind. Had she had one of her visions and felt it? That had to be it.

Bedtime came and when Kurt went to bed, Jean stayed up and just stared at the television. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Had he ruined everything because he couldn’t keep his idiotic feelings to himself? Shit! He took a shower and put on his pajama pants. He paced back and forth across the room, wringing his hands together. He didn’t want to ruin the best thing that he had ever had in his life. He didn’t want to lose his best friend. He would go talk to her.

He walked to the door and opened it, Jean fell into his arms as he reflexively reached to catch her. Her arms went around his neck, fingers slipping through his dark hair. He felt her lips against his neck and the heat of her breath as she breathed, “I love you. Don’t say anything just … make love to me.”

Kurt hesitated for no more than a second before he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. His mind and heart were racing. Why now? He tried not to think as he lay her down. Her hands pulled his head down so his lips brushed hers. An electric thrill and the taste of Jean ran through his body, his arms tightening around her.
“Jean.” he breathed.

Her body was soft and supple beneath him. His hands slid over her shape, caressing a thumb over the outline of a hardened nipple. It stressed against the thin material of her camisole. She reached between them and pulled the camisole off over her head.

He leaned to taste the pale pink of her nipples, kissing her breasts, ribs, and belly, before moving back up to place a burning series of kisses along her neck, nipping her jaw line and ear lobe. Her fingers dragged over his back, caressing indigo velvet and teasing the skin beneath. He took his time, reveling in alr bor body had to offer, all that she was giving to him, all he had ever wanted.

Her hands pressed against his shoulders, back, then slid beneath to pull his silk pajama pants off. He reached to help her, kicking them off. He knelt over her so that she could see him.

Eyes found him in the dim light. He could feel her eyes on him as they glided over his slender form, well defined chest, gorgeous belly, then lower to take in his slightly thicker treasure trail and then more coarse hair at his pubis the his uncut cock, swollen and already seeping pre-cum over the head.
She reached out her hand to graze over his belly and tentatively trace the head of his prick. He leaned down, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and easing them down over hips, thighs, and off of her legs. A hot kiss pressed against her sex through the silk of her, already soaked, panties. His lips pressed there, finding the outline of her clit, his tongue teased before in a quick moment he had slipped those off as well.
He could feel her writhe beneath him, her moans and sounds of pleasure the sweetest symphony. He dove back between her thighs, taking her firm ass in his hands and burying his lips and tongue. Her motions were erratic, her hands wound in his hair, pulling him closer, trying to find that peak. He denied it to her at first the teased her to the edge only to let her crash on the rocks below. Her scream echoed in his ears as he slid up her body to taste her lips. She gasped at the taste of herself on his lips.
He couldn’t wait any longer to feel her. A nudge against her wetness, then the pressure as he began to penetrate her. So tight, so fresh, so new, so, his. He pressed forward, drowning in her. Her face was twisted in pleasure, dark emerald glinting with lust and passion. It thrilled him to see her like this. Then he began to move. She moved with him, bucking up to meet his thrust, burying her face in his neck nipping at the delicate flesh there.
He could barely tell where he ended and she began. He hissed her name between clenched teeth as he grabbed her leg and wrapped it around him. He could feel her beginning to pulse around him. S dri dripped down on her, his lips against hers. She clenched and then screamed raggedly as she came on his cock. One, two more thrusts and he growled deep in his throat, filling her with her seed.
Exhausted, he lay atop her. Her legs stayed around him, a hand lazily petting his damp hair. “I love you Kurt.”
“I love you too Jean. Did you still want to kill Daner?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I am sure if you sent him pictures of this he would have a heart attac Je Jean laughed and traced her fingers up and down his spine. “I am sure it would be good for him though. We have class in the morning let’s go to sleep.”