Bed Mates

My first fan fiction in a long ass time. Excuse the run on sentences and choppyness. That's just how I write. Maybe if I keep it up my style will develop into something a bit more flowy. Or maybe if I got a nice beta reader, they could give me suggestions? : O

I hope so anyway. o.o

Jono "talking" has **these** around them.

On to the Jono/Jubileeness! :D
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Jubilation Lee had adorable nipples. Through her very wet, transparent white bathing suit he could make out chocolate brown aerolas and rosy pink tips. These nipples easily made Jonothan Starsmore's top 10 list of "Things that are cute that don't repulse me." It was really weird feeling such intense lust towards the sparkler. But, after you walked in on a bird standing naked in the tub with soap bubbles sliding down her perfectly toned body and saw her hands against her private areas, even if it was an attempt to retain some sort of modesty while she swore at you, there was no going back. She was a woman to him now. A very sexy one. Her flushed cheeks, passionately angry expression, and shoulder length hair plastered to her shoulders haunted many a wet dream of his now. It was her own sodding fault. She should have locked the bloody door!

**Are you read to go inside yet, gel?**

The mansion was empty. The X-men were out doing their X-menish stuff, missions and all that rubbish. Jubilee and Jono had barely escaped that stupid high school dance. Jono had skipped because he couldn't bare to see Paige on some other bloke's arm (his own fault or not) and Jubilee because the thought of being Ev's “not real date” was worse than having no date at all.

Jono wasn't the closest friend to Jubilee. Ev and Ange were her main buddies. He had always spent most of his time with Paige, Ange or alone. Mostly alone lately, after all of that Tristian Brawn BS. Still, they had lived in the same place for quite a while now. He knew her favourite cereal, her favourite colour, and even her favourite slasher movie. She knew how he liked his bandages tied up around his “face” and helped him do up the billions of buckles on his favourite pair of boots many an occasion. He could tease her and be frank with her and call her on her shit and trust her to do the same.
So when his instincts told him how she would feel after eventually finding out Ev didn't consider their date a “real date”, he followed them and told her. She smiled and said thanks, but he could tell how upset she was. Next thing he knew she was throwing a tantrum in Emma's office, demanding she be allowed to see her “Wolvie”, because she hadn't seen him in forever. Jono butted in and offered to drive her. Emma raised an eyebrow, but said okay. He didn't blame her. He had enough to deal with her sister, without Jubes giving her a hard time.

"Why Sparky? Are you cold? Or scared your big, bad ass fire will be put out by a wittle water?" she laughed and splashed him and swam off.

Oh God, her legs were so toned and lithe. So long, despite her petiteness, and her thighs...this was ridiculous. He was an experienced bloke. He'd done the getting drunk and stoned, waking up in some random person's bed thing pretty often in his "musician"days. He'd slept with girls with bigger breasts, longer legs, and more experience than...

Fuck, her nipples were just so fucking CUTE. Who the HELL had let her buy that bloody white bathing suit!? It was far from immodest until it got wet. Then you could see everything. Jono guessed none of the adults had seen her swimming in it. Jono shook the water out of his hair and climbed out of the water. Eventually she would notice she wasn't being chased and take the hint. Then maybe she'd climb out of the water and they could go inside where it was dry and air conditioned.

If it had been any other day he would have just left her to walk back on her own. He was the angsty, British bloke, right? So if he wanted to be rude and broody, it was rare anyone would protest overly much. But damnit, she had looked so small and kitten eyed when she had burst into his room and demanded he come out to "play" because everyone had had to leave (without giving any details, because it was “Top Secret”, apparently). Even though he knew better, as far as her damsel in distress act went, he gave in. Who could refuse those eyes?

Jonothan lounged on a nearby lawn chair and waited for Jubilee to finish her swimming time. He leaned back and closed his eyes. He enjoyed the caress of the wind against his bare legs and the lack of heavy, hot sunshine beating down on him while he tried to relax. Moonlight was much more comfortable.
He heard the splash of Jubilee getting out of the water and debated on whether or not opening his eyes would be a good idea. In the end he decided he may as well, because all he could think of was water droplets sliding across her collarbone and down her spine anyway.

"Gave up cause you knew you couldn't win? I like that in a man." Her plump, pretty lips curved into a smirk. He wished he had a mouth so he could shut her up by kissing her. It was probably an optimal situation to start angsting about his lack of...face...but it was hard just this moment. Her bathing suit was plastered to her body to the point that he could make out a shadow of pubic hair between her legs, and her skin looked so touchable, and even if he didn't have a mouth he could think of plenty of things to do to those tight, little buds at the tips of her breasts with his finger tips...

**Do you want to talk about you and Ev, luv?**

He expected her to tell him to sod off. To tweet at him and flap her arms at him obnoxiously like she usually did if he called her Bird. To say it was none of his business, she had plenty of other people to pour her heart out too. Hell, she could even bring up him and Paige. He had royally screwed that up and obviouslly still wanted the blonde desperately. She suprised him when she hugged him instead. She was so tiny. He was sitting, with her standing in the space between his knees, and she only had to lean down a little bit to rest her head on his shoulder.

**C'mon, Sparkler. Tell Big Brother Jono what's up.** Hah. Big Brother Jono. Right. He cared about her and her problems. He wanted to help. He was even willing to sit Everett down and tell him straight out how much he was hurting his fucking adorable “best buddy.” But he also wanted to fuck her, badly. If Jubilee was the type of girl who would be up for a good, friendly romp, no strings attatched, well that would be nice. But a girl like that, with the sunshine envying the brightness of her smiles, would never consider any type of tryst with a freak like him.

It was so hard not to be conscious of her soft, warm arms pressing against him. Her delicate, calloused hands were casually stroking their way through his hair and her leg was teasing the inside of his knee. Paige's hands were soft, in comparison to Jubilee's hands. And yet, even though Paige was the one he felt the most heartache for, the one he had wanted a *real* relationship since he'd joined Generation X..he wouldn't trade this moment for anything. Stress and angst-free lust (the freak stuff didn't count, it was just a fact) was something to be savoured. Jubilee's little calloused hands roaming his scalp was pure pleasure.

"I have to fight for him, Jono. He wanted me once and I screwed up. I ignored his advances and his hints, being a bitch and having so much fun teasing him before I would give in, and suddenly Gaia came into the picture and it was too late. When she left, I thought I had another chance. Then I noticed the way he looks at Monet lately. When he asked me to the dance, I thought maybe things were finally working in my favourite, but...Damnit, it makes me so mad! But I still like him so much and I can't even begin to explain why."

**Jubes..** He bit back jealousy he had no right, no desire to feel.

"I'll be fine Jono. I am going to win him over, I know it. I just gotta be more aggresive, that's all." Her eyes were wide and pretty and blue. Not a perfect sky blue like Paige's eyes, but sapphire blue. Jubilee's eyes, with their depth and sparkle and mystery, he could just drown in them. Ev was an idiot, plain and simple.
“So anything you wanna tell me, Starsmore?”She smirked at him. He quirked his eye brows at her. She quirked her eyebrow right back and tilted her gaze to his fingertips...

...which were casually stroking the sides of her waist. He went to pull them back. She was faster. He was certainly strong enough to resist her actions, but touch was something he craved. There were few people in the world he felt comfortable getting it from. So when she pushed the tops of his hands so his palms molded around her sides, then pushed them down until he was gripping her hips, he did not complain. Then she was scooting closer to him, guiding his hands to cup her behind. He squeezed her and ran his hands up and down anywhere he could reach. She was so soft, pretty and smooth..he knew he should be protesting, but...

**Jubilee, what the hell..? **

Her face was flushed. Her body was heated. Something in him knew she was aroused as he was. That if he put her hand where he wanted to she'd probably squeeze him and push his trunks down and use her mouth too...

**You just SAID you're not giving up on Ev. And you know that me and Paige...**

"...are going no where. You fucked up Jono, with your 'I'm gonna pull away after I practically said I love you' crap. And she reacted so badly she is just as guilty as you are. You don't owe her any commitment. And me, I don't owe anything to Ev right now either, whether my feelings are sincere or not. I just...need some affection. You understand. You're my friend AND team mate. Please, Jono?"

**Wh..what?** How was it possible to be so tongue tied when one didn't have a tongue? This was Jubilee! Innocent, obnoxious Jubilee who, at her age, should associate sex with love and romance and marriage! Really, he was suppose to be the dirty pervert wondering if her nipples were still hard and poking through her bathing suit. She was suppose to be completely ignorant to things like sexual desire and seducing helpless British men who couldn't stop fucking touching her!

"I've never had a lover Jono. I would kill for Ev to see me in this light, but he doesn't. But I've been so lonely and cold since Bastian kidnapped me. Do you have any idea how greatful I am he didn't rape me? How many times I thought 'What if he ends up being my first? Why didn't I do it with someone I cared for when I had the chance?' Isn't that ridiculous? I was so scared, hungry and...broken. And all I could think of was THAT?”

Jono was, for lack of a better description, speechless. Oh God, his poor Jubilee. He hugged her tighter.

“I want it to be you, Jono. You're tall and sexy. You'll know what you're doing, and don't lie, I've heard some pretty raunchy stories from Angelo. And you care about me. Yeah, not in the traditional way people who sleep together should care about, but you do, right? " Her eyes were half lidded. The lazy, sensual gaze she had directed him contrasted greatly with the tremble of her lip. She was putting herself out there, she was lonely of all things, and the waves of affection for him rolling off of her was so intense...

**Fuck.** She laughed and placed a kiss on his temple. And then his ear. He felt so shivery when she began to nibble his earlobe that he tightened his hold on her and pulled her into his lap so that she was straddling him. He burrowed his face into her neck and inhaled. She smelled like Jubilee. No other way to put it, she just smelled fucking good. And he loved her. Not in the romantic way, of course. But he trusted her, had risked his life for her, and she made his life a lot less miserable than it could be...he wanted to comfort someone he cared about. Was that so wrong? Yeah, he was horny as hell, but he knew in his heart that if this really wasn't what she wanted, he would be able to tell and refuse for her sake.

If he'd had any breath it would have been lost as she pressed her thighs downwards and rubbed her center against the bulge in his trunks. Her movements were frantic and urgent. It felt heavenly, but he wanted to make things more than good for her. He gripped Jubilee's hips and slowed them down, guiding them into a slow, steady pace that made her eyes close all the way and her breath come in short gasps.
Confident that her hips were in no danger of stopping, he let his hands travel upwards.

He couldn't resist a quick squeeze of her bosom that made her squeak before he hooked his thumbs under the straps of her bathing suit and slowly tugged it down.
Tidy. He rubbed his cheek against her right nipple as his finger tips gently pulled at the left. His groin was so tight and it had been so long since he'd even masturabted, he wanted to push her to the ground and fuck her as fast and as hard as he could. He tugged her nipple a bit harder than necessary in his excitement and she let out a long, drawn out moan.

"I want you so badly," she gasped. Birds who wanted to fuck were so sexy. Particularly ones named Jubilee. Who used to be a gymnast. Who, during Danger Room sessions, he noticed was very flexible...

**Bollocks. We're going to my room.** Jonothan picked Jubilee up, over the threshold style, and made a beeline to the mansion where his room was. The room that had a bed with a bed frame that had bars that she could grip onto while he shagged her silly.

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He couldn't see her through the darkness. He had kept the light on during their bed fun because he wanted to enjoy every facial expression she made and the way her chest jiggled when he thrust into her. Now, though, the lights were off and the blinds were shut so tightly that even the moonlight was trapped outside. He had her all to himself. He was laying down, facing the wall. She was hugging him from behind. He he could feel her mouth smiling against the back of his shoulder.

He reached behind and squeezed her hip. Her body was so firm and smooth. He'd nuzzled every inch of her with his cheeks and nose and the area of bandages that covered his "mouth." The feel and texture of the bandages against her skin had elicited a surprising response that he was going to keep in mind for the next time this happened. That is, if it happened again. She bit and kissed his shoulder and pressed her petite breasts against his back. Her hips were undulating and she began to stroke his legs with pretty feet. Before she could even process what he was doing, Jono had her on her back and was pushing her knees apart He briefly nuzzled her inner thigh with his nose. He had been so gentle, had taken everything so maddeningly slow in their coupling before this point, it was okay for him to finally explode, wasn't it?

"We don't have much time left..."she said. Her legs and arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer as he pushed into her. Her body arched to meet his hard, frantic thrusts. She was so giving and greedy at once. She was such a contrast from previous lovers who had just laid there, expecting him to do all the work. Not Jubilee, though. She gave as good as she got. She didn't protest when he paused and pushed a pillow underneath her ass. To her delight it helped him push deeper and deeper inside of her. The deep ache at the center of her core was so intense she wanted to sob.
He reached between them and stroked her with ease. He let his thumb trace lazy circles, enjoying the way she tensed and shuddered with every stroke. Then she was shaking, gasping and crying out his name in a way that stroked his pride and warmed his heart. He was surprised to find that when it was his turn to come he was shaking just as much as her. It was probably her demands that he go harder as she approached another orgasm that did it. It was so arousing to hear someone as stubborn and willful as Jubilee beg for him.

Later they made jokes and exchanged their usual banter as she tried to find a shirt in his suit case to wear back to her room. Long after he was done admiring her bottom while she was leaned over his suitcase, and she had turned her head slightly and waggled her eyebrows at him when she realized why he had stopped talking, Jono realized what he had gotten himself into. She hadn't asked for any type of commitment, or offered it for that matter. She had already made it clear that she wanted Ev and that she knew he still wanted Paige. No one had made any promises.

Yet when the final good night hugs were exchanged and the door shut behind her he was engulfed with the desire to ask her to stay.

Bloody. Hell.