Well…This story started because I saw a picture of Hugh Jackman from the movie Someone like you. In it his wearing nothing but tight black boxer shorts and DAMN! DAAAAMN!!! It made me very aware that I'm female. This story really doesn't have a plot or anything, I´m just drooling.
As always English isn´t my native tong and I don´t own them Rich Lucky Bastards Do.
Black Shorts.
He wore black trunks in the pool and the water made them cling to his body in a way that made all the females at the pool want to giggle like maniacs. They had always known that he was hot but with his annoying habit of wearing many layers of close they hadn't realised what an excellent body he really had.
He had a tan now and as he put his hands on the edge of the pool to swing himself up, all the muscles in his chest and arms rippled under honey coloured skin. They sighed in unison.
He bent over to pick up a towel and the sight of his perfect ass was almost more then they could take. He started drying himself and they noticed the millions of sparkling drops of water covering his body and chest hair.
They forgot to breathe.
He felt them staring and shot them a look lifting his eyebrow, then he went to them and they could smell his mixed scent of sweat, chlorine from the pool and just plain healthy Man.
"Why are you staring at me?" He said and looked at Kitty and Jubilee.
Kitty opened her mouth, she wanted to tell him that they where Not staring at him. She wanted to come with a clever response, but she sat in a chair and he stood up and suddenly she noticed that a certain part of his anatomy where right in front of her face with only black cotton to keep it in place.
What is a teenage girl to do? She started giggling and Jubilee soon followed, that annoyed him, but Logan was one of those men who just looks even better annoyed, so it didn't stop the giggling. He decided to leave.
He wanted a beer and went into the kitchen were Ororo and Jean was talking. He opened the refrigerator and took a beer, and then he leaned against it enjoying the cold surface against his skin and drank the beer.
He was half through it when he noticed all conversation in the kitchen had stopped Jean and Ororo where just staring at him with their mouths half open.
Then something odd happened. Ororo who was usually the text book example of grace, pushed a pencil of the table and he could have sworn, she did it on purpose. She looked at him and asked him to pick it up for her, he turned his back to them, bent over and picked it up. He heard them take a deep breath. Then he gave her the pencil and she pushed an ashtray of the table. This time he knew she did it on purpose. He heard Jean mutter a strangled "´RO!" He shot them both a look and decided to get the hell out there.
As he left the kitchen they erupted in giggles.
Rogue was coming down the stairs and they meet on the middle, he asked her what was wrong with the ladies today, everywhere he went, they were giggling behind his back. She looked at his shorts and mumbled something about having property of Rogue tattooed on his forehead. Then she took him to her room.
The End.
The morale of this story is that the author disparately needs a new boyfriend.
As always English isn´t my native tong and I don´t own them Rich Lucky Bastards Do.
Black Shorts.
He wore black trunks in the pool and the water made them cling to his body in a way that made all the females at the pool want to giggle like maniacs. They had always known that he was hot but with his annoying habit of wearing many layers of close they hadn't realised what an excellent body he really had.
He had a tan now and as he put his hands on the edge of the pool to swing himself up, all the muscles in his chest and arms rippled under honey coloured skin. They sighed in unison.
He bent over to pick up a towel and the sight of his perfect ass was almost more then they could take. He started drying himself and they noticed the millions of sparkling drops of water covering his body and chest hair.
They forgot to breathe.
He felt them staring and shot them a look lifting his eyebrow, then he went to them and they could smell his mixed scent of sweat, chlorine from the pool and just plain healthy Man.
"Why are you staring at me?" He said and looked at Kitty and Jubilee.
Kitty opened her mouth, she wanted to tell him that they where Not staring at him. She wanted to come with a clever response, but she sat in a chair and he stood up and suddenly she noticed that a certain part of his anatomy where right in front of her face with only black cotton to keep it in place.
What is a teenage girl to do? She started giggling and Jubilee soon followed, that annoyed him, but Logan was one of those men who just looks even better annoyed, so it didn't stop the giggling. He decided to leave.
He wanted a beer and went into the kitchen were Ororo and Jean was talking. He opened the refrigerator and took a beer, and then he leaned against it enjoying the cold surface against his skin and drank the beer.
He was half through it when he noticed all conversation in the kitchen had stopped Jean and Ororo where just staring at him with their mouths half open.
Then something odd happened. Ororo who was usually the text book example of grace, pushed a pencil of the table and he could have sworn, she did it on purpose. She looked at him and asked him to pick it up for her, he turned his back to them, bent over and picked it up. He heard them take a deep breath. Then he gave her the pencil and she pushed an ashtray of the table. This time he knew she did it on purpose. He heard Jean mutter a strangled "´RO!" He shot them both a look and decided to get the hell out there.
As he left the kitchen they erupted in giggles.
Rogue was coming down the stairs and they meet on the middle, he asked her what was wrong with the ladies today, everywhere he went, they were giggling behind his back. She looked at his shorts and mumbled something about having property of Rogue tattooed on his forehead. Then she took him to her room.
The End.
The morale of this story is that the author disparately needs a new boyfriend.