Notes: Mmmm . . . Clark goodness. ;) In this fine chapter, you will be introduced to the sex-god I have named Clark. He's just jumpable.
I'd like to draw everyone's attention to the fact that I did NOT categorize this fic in humor. It's general. That means that some of the chapters will not have humorous bits. Such as this one. However, if you just hang on there, you'll eventually get to some that will hopefully have you laughing again.
After seeing the Toadies perform twice on Tuesday, my obsession with them has come back full force. Their new CD "Hell Below/Stars Above" came out on that day. It's just incredible. Hard as ever, yet it has a more serious side than "Rubberneck." Go buy the new album! They've worked so hard on it for us loyal, new, and soon-to-be fans. And if you ever get the chance to see them perform (especially an acoustic set), go! It's well worth it!
Hmmm . . . Clark's the scrumptious guitarist for the Toadies. And then there's Clark, the sex god of my story. What a coincidence, eh? The weird thing is, it really is a coincidence.
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Jubilee rang the doorbell and waited patiently. It wasn't like she was in a hurry. Where else was she going to go?
The door opened and a groggy Clark opened the door. His light brown floppy hair was mussed and covered his deep blue eyes. And he was only in his boxers, looking very scrumptious. Clark grinned a bit at Jubilee. "What's up?" His voice was more hoarse than usual, showing that he had woken up just moments earlier.
She grinned at him. "Did I just wake ya up?"
He nodded a bit and leaned on the door lazily. "Yup." His smile grew. "What are ya doin' here?"
She shrugged. "Just needed a place to clear my head and stuff. I can't believe ya were sleeping at 2 in the afternoon. Thought with yer work schedule, ya'd have a more stable sleepin' pattern."
Clark shrugged and inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "Got fired. Depressed. It happens."
Jubilee frowned. "Ya got fired?!"
He frowned ruefully back. "Yeah." He moved out of the doorway. "Why don'tcha come inside?"
She nodded. "Thanks."
It was a nice, somewhat spacious house. It was really Clark's parents', but they only stayed there when on vacation. They allowed him to take care of it while they were living in Manhattan. It was a nice living agreement; he didn't even need to pay rent.
The two wound their way into the living room, Jubilee sitting down on the couch, the footrest popping out as she sat back. Clark flopped down on the opposite side of the black leather couch, his head on an armrest and his feet gently placed onto Jubilee's lap.
"I have money in the bank," he assured Jubilee. "I definitely have enough for bills and food for a while. Don't worry about me; I'll get a job before long." He rubbed his head into the corner of the couch, his eyes barely able to spy Jubilee at their angle.
They remained silent for a long moment, Jubilee staring off as she thought about something. From his vantage point, Clark studied her. "You in trouble?" He bit his lower lip. "I didn't mean for us to get caught. I really am sorry."
Jubilee smiled and silently chuckled before turning to him. "It's half my fault."
He smiled back. "I suppose ya could say that." He sobered up a little, his smile vanishing. "But are ya in trouble?"
She frowned and leaned further into the couch. "Don't think ya could say that. Not exactly, anyway. But now everyone at the mansion knows. Which means that all the X-people probably know, too."
Clark knew she was an X-Man. He couldn't care less. That was one of the reasons Jubilee liked him so much; he liked her for her.
He frowned. "I'm sure they all don't know. -- "
"Ya have no idea what it's like bein' in the big ol' X-clan! It's like high school! Rumors catch like wildfire. How much ya wanna bet this rumor's changed completely? I bet X-Force thinks I'm gonna be in a porno film."
Clark laughed softly. "That'd be hot."
Jubilee smirked and slapped one of his feet softly. "Ya'd enjoy that, wouldn't ya?"
His laugh grew a bit louder. "Probably a little too much." Clark sat somewhat abruptly, combing his hair back with his fingers as he did so. Moving closer to Jubilee, he frowned. "But I guess that'd just make matters worse."
She nodded and frowned, seeming to be suddenly serious. "I tell ya, people just have no sense of humor."
"See?" Clark smiled. "That's what I like about ya: ya can make a joke in the most serious situations."
"I've come to understand that somebody's gotta do it. No one else will."
He nodded. "It's a natural skill. It's too easy to overdo it. Ya can't be annoyin'. But ya can't be so subtle that no one notices. Has to be in-your-face." He grinned as he stared into eyes that were almost as blue as his. "But not so intense so that ya piss people off."
Jubilee grinned back, finding it hard to pull from Clark's intense stare. "I dunno. I manage to piss quite a few people off."
He chuckled quietly. "Maybe ya just need more practice."
Before either of them knew quite what they were doing, they were kissing. Fairly gently and slowly. Later, when they would look back, neither of them would be sure of which one of them had provoked it. In reality, neither of them had. It had been more of a mutual thing.
The kiss didn't last long, though, and Jubilee pulled slightly away. "I hope ya meant that I need practice on the joke thing."
Clark smirked. "Of course." Reaching a hand up, he caressed her cheek softly. "Can't think of anythin' else that needs it."
They kissed again. This time, the kiss morphed. It became quite intense, becoming much more than a kiss as both of the teens became just a tad more aggressive. Or perhaps desperate. They let their hands roam a bit and tried to get in a more comfortable position. But the footrest actually made that end of the couch smaller, and it was somewhat difficult to maneuver around it while in the throes of passion.
Clark ended the kiss abruptly and pulled away, somewhat agitated. "My room?"
Jubilee nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his hand. "Yeah."
He nodded back and brought in a deep breath. "Right."
They both got up and quickly made it to Clark's bedroom. The bed was still a mess; he hadn't gotten time to make it. And clothes were strewn here and there. It was far from being a romantic setting, but neither of them cared.
He frowned as he surveyed his room, his small dimples making themselves clear. "I know I have condoms somewhere." Which didn't say much if you took a good look at his room.
Jubilee sighed. "Needle in a haystack."
"Damnit." He began throwing things around and opening drawers. He flung his clothes haphazardly, hoping he'd find what he was looking for. He looked pleadingly at Jubilee. "Help?"
She laughed a little but nodded. "Sure." She didn't want to be too intrusive, so she kept to looking in the more obvious, less concealed areas. Until she found them. A whole, nice, brand spankin' new box of condoms. She grinned to herself before walking behind a somewhat desperate Clark and putting her arms around him. Jubilee waved the box in front of him. "Found them."
He grinned and, taking the box from Jubilee's hands, removed himself from her arms and turned toward her. "There they are."
His attention quickly drew back to Jubilee, though, and Clark quickly drew her into another kiss. And again, they were exploring each other's body. And stumbling toward the bed, which didn't look too easy to reach. In fact, there was some tripping over clothes and other various items on the way there.
But just as soon as the need for each other had come, it subsided enough for them to figure out exactly what was happening. They pulled back, mutually.
Clark shook his head. "We shouldn't be doin' this." It was wrong. He had felt guilty about sleeping with her the first time. He felt worse knowing that he had been willing to do it again.
Jubilee nodded, looking down. "I know." She sighed and slowly put her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
Throwing the box of condoms down, he hugged her back. "I'm really sorry."
She shook her head. "Half my fault again." She squeezed him tighter. "I'm leaving. Go to Massachusetts with me?"
Clark frowned. "I dunno, Jubes. -- "
"Look, Logan or Remy or someone's gonna wind up trackin' ya down. I'm not gonna be around, and whoever comes is gonna kick yer ass. I'd hate for that to happen 'cause I wasn't around to stop it." She pulled away from him a bit and looked into his eyes. "Please?"
He sighed. "Okay. Fine."
She grinned at him and hugged him harder. "Thanks."
I'd like to draw everyone's attention to the fact that I did NOT categorize this fic in humor. It's general. That means that some of the chapters will not have humorous bits. Such as this one. However, if you just hang on there, you'll eventually get to some that will hopefully have you laughing again.
After seeing the Toadies perform twice on Tuesday, my obsession with them has come back full force. Their new CD "Hell Below/Stars Above" came out on that day. It's just incredible. Hard as ever, yet it has a more serious side than "Rubberneck." Go buy the new album! They've worked so hard on it for us loyal, new, and soon-to-be fans. And if you ever get the chance to see them perform (especially an acoustic set), go! It's well worth it!
Hmmm . . . Clark's the scrumptious guitarist for the Toadies. And then there's Clark, the sex god of my story. What a coincidence, eh? The weird thing is, it really is a coincidence.
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Jubilee rang the doorbell and waited patiently. It wasn't like she was in a hurry. Where else was she going to go?
The door opened and a groggy Clark opened the door. His light brown floppy hair was mussed and covered his deep blue eyes. And he was only in his boxers, looking very scrumptious. Clark grinned a bit at Jubilee. "What's up?" His voice was more hoarse than usual, showing that he had woken up just moments earlier.
She grinned at him. "Did I just wake ya up?"
He nodded a bit and leaned on the door lazily. "Yup." His smile grew. "What are ya doin' here?"
She shrugged. "Just needed a place to clear my head and stuff. I can't believe ya were sleeping at 2 in the afternoon. Thought with yer work schedule, ya'd have a more stable sleepin' pattern."
Clark shrugged and inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes as he did so. "Got fired. Depressed. It happens."
Jubilee frowned. "Ya got fired?!"
He frowned ruefully back. "Yeah." He moved out of the doorway. "Why don'tcha come inside?"
She nodded. "Thanks."
It was a nice, somewhat spacious house. It was really Clark's parents', but they only stayed there when on vacation. They allowed him to take care of it while they were living in Manhattan. It was a nice living agreement; he didn't even need to pay rent.
The two wound their way into the living room, Jubilee sitting down on the couch, the footrest popping out as she sat back. Clark flopped down on the opposite side of the black leather couch, his head on an armrest and his feet gently placed onto Jubilee's lap.
"I have money in the bank," he assured Jubilee. "I definitely have enough for bills and food for a while. Don't worry about me; I'll get a job before long." He rubbed his head into the corner of the couch, his eyes barely able to spy Jubilee at their angle.
They remained silent for a long moment, Jubilee staring off as she thought about something. From his vantage point, Clark studied her. "You in trouble?" He bit his lower lip. "I didn't mean for us to get caught. I really am sorry."
Jubilee smiled and silently chuckled before turning to him. "It's half my fault."
He smiled back. "I suppose ya could say that." He sobered up a little, his smile vanishing. "But are ya in trouble?"
She frowned and leaned further into the couch. "Don't think ya could say that. Not exactly, anyway. But now everyone at the mansion knows. Which means that all the X-people probably know, too."
Clark knew she was an X-Man. He couldn't care less. That was one of the reasons Jubilee liked him so much; he liked her for her.
He frowned. "I'm sure they all don't know. -- "
"Ya have no idea what it's like bein' in the big ol' X-clan! It's like high school! Rumors catch like wildfire. How much ya wanna bet this rumor's changed completely? I bet X-Force thinks I'm gonna be in a porno film."
Clark laughed softly. "That'd be hot."
Jubilee smirked and slapped one of his feet softly. "Ya'd enjoy that, wouldn't ya?"
His laugh grew a bit louder. "Probably a little too much." Clark sat somewhat abruptly, combing his hair back with his fingers as he did so. Moving closer to Jubilee, he frowned. "But I guess that'd just make matters worse."
She nodded and frowned, seeming to be suddenly serious. "I tell ya, people just have no sense of humor."
"See?" Clark smiled. "That's what I like about ya: ya can make a joke in the most serious situations."
"I've come to understand that somebody's gotta do it. No one else will."
He nodded. "It's a natural skill. It's too easy to overdo it. Ya can't be annoyin'. But ya can't be so subtle that no one notices. Has to be in-your-face." He grinned as he stared into eyes that were almost as blue as his. "But not so intense so that ya piss people off."
Jubilee grinned back, finding it hard to pull from Clark's intense stare. "I dunno. I manage to piss quite a few people off."
He chuckled quietly. "Maybe ya just need more practice."
Before either of them knew quite what they were doing, they were kissing. Fairly gently and slowly. Later, when they would look back, neither of them would be sure of which one of them had provoked it. In reality, neither of them had. It had been more of a mutual thing.
The kiss didn't last long, though, and Jubilee pulled slightly away. "I hope ya meant that I need practice on the joke thing."
Clark smirked. "Of course." Reaching a hand up, he caressed her cheek softly. "Can't think of anythin' else that needs it."
They kissed again. This time, the kiss morphed. It became quite intense, becoming much more than a kiss as both of the teens became just a tad more aggressive. Or perhaps desperate. They let their hands roam a bit and tried to get in a more comfortable position. But the footrest actually made that end of the couch smaller, and it was somewhat difficult to maneuver around it while in the throes of passion.
Clark ended the kiss abruptly and pulled away, somewhat agitated. "My room?"
Jubilee nodded enthusiastically, grabbing his hand. "Yeah."
He nodded back and brought in a deep breath. "Right."
They both got up and quickly made it to Clark's bedroom. The bed was still a mess; he hadn't gotten time to make it. And clothes were strewn here and there. It was far from being a romantic setting, but neither of them cared.
He frowned as he surveyed his room, his small dimples making themselves clear. "I know I have condoms somewhere." Which didn't say much if you took a good look at his room.
Jubilee sighed. "Needle in a haystack."
"Damnit." He began throwing things around and opening drawers. He flung his clothes haphazardly, hoping he'd find what he was looking for. He looked pleadingly at Jubilee. "Help?"
She laughed a little but nodded. "Sure." She didn't want to be too intrusive, so she kept to looking in the more obvious, less concealed areas. Until she found them. A whole, nice, brand spankin' new box of condoms. She grinned to herself before walking behind a somewhat desperate Clark and putting her arms around him. Jubilee waved the box in front of him. "Found them."
He grinned and, taking the box from Jubilee's hands, removed himself from her arms and turned toward her. "There they are."
His attention quickly drew back to Jubilee, though, and Clark quickly drew her into another kiss. And again, they were exploring each other's body. And stumbling toward the bed, which didn't look too easy to reach. In fact, there was some tripping over clothes and other various items on the way there.
But just as soon as the need for each other had come, it subsided enough for them to figure out exactly what was happening. They pulled back, mutually.
Clark shook his head. "We shouldn't be doin' this." It was wrong. He had felt guilty about sleeping with her the first time. He felt worse knowing that he had been willing to do it again.
Jubilee nodded, looking down. "I know." She sighed and slowly put her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
Throwing the box of condoms down, he hugged her back. "I'm really sorry."
She shook her head. "Half my fault again." She squeezed him tighter. "I'm leaving. Go to Massachusetts with me?"
Clark frowned. "I dunno, Jubes. -- "
"Look, Logan or Remy or someone's gonna wind up trackin' ya down. I'm not gonna be around, and whoever comes is gonna kick yer ass. I'd hate for that to happen 'cause I wasn't around to stop it." She pulled away from him a bit and looked into his eyes. "Please?"
He sighed. "Okay. Fine."
She grinned at him and hugged him harder. "Thanks."