i'm just lookin' to see what i'm missing,
you started the riot,
pretty soon i'll be blowin'
to match you,
its too dull and too quiet.
i bet you talk about
freedom,
and then throw it to the sea,
you better smile on for my sweet dreamer,
you'll never take it away from me
-The Charlatans UK "Just Lookin'"
Paige Guthrie turned off the water and grabbed her towel, wrapping it quickly around her. She knew very well that only Jubliee was there, but she had never been too fond of the communal showers in the locker room. Though she'd had years to get used to it.
She clutched the towel protectively around her, still dripping, and turned. To see her teammate crouched just slightly, her face attached to the tiled shower wall. Unmoving.
"Jubilee… what the hell are you doing?" She sighed, though it was perfectly obvious what she was doing.
The younger girl, also holding her towel around her, waved her over impatiently, pulling her face away for a moment to look at Paige. "Oh god, you have to see this. I heard Bobby and Warren talking about how they made this little crack here, years ago, to spy on Jean. It's still here!" She hissed, obviously not wanting the X-Men on the other side to hear what she was doing.
Paige sighed again, and moved over to her, taking her by the arm and trying to pull her away, vaguely appalled that it had been there all this time. The idea of her teammates sneaking a peak made her hate the showers even more. "That's sick. It's an invasion of privacy, and it's wrong"
Jubilee, unimpressed, only smirked at her. "Warren's in there."
The blonde girl felt her face flush instantly, and let go of her friend's arm, clutching her towel with both hands now.
Warren… god he must look beautiful wet…
"And you know Paige, that means he's naked."
She made a face at Jubilee, and snapped. "I know what it means."
"Oh come on, guys do this kind of shit all the time. You've got to see this," the darker girl was giggling at her now.
Her conscience screamed at her. And it was loud. It always had been. She had issues, in fact. But her curiosity… well… maybe just a peek. After all, it was just a little innocent spying. It's not as if the boys would be doing anything in there that they would be ashamed of…
She followed Jubes back to the crack, and put her face to it, after nodding to Jubilee's gesture for silence. Guilt and shame welled up in her… but really, she was a woman. And the prospect of Warren Worthington, the beautiful golden angel, wet and naked was a bit much for her.
Anyhow, he'd put it here himself, to spy on Jean. Turnabout is fair play…
And she was not disappointed. The horizontal niche afforded a view of the entirety of the open shower on the men's side. And there was Bobby, his towel already firmly in place, walking away, and Warren and Kurt, on opposite sides of the showers, laughing at something he'd said.
Wonderfully, gloriously naked.
She felt herself getting warm, as her eyes attached to him. The water sliding over his skin, pinker than normal with the heat of the water, his muscles gliding smoothly under it as he reached up to rinse his yellow hair clean of soap. She watched intently as the water slid down his front, over his hard, marble stomach, down to his—unh. Christ…
She suddenly felt faint.
"Jesus," Jubilee breathed beside her, "Check out Kurt's equipment. I mean, you can kinda tell from the uniform, but damn…"
She breathed something in reply, but wasn't sure what. Something like "Mmm k."
Much to her disappointment, Warren turned his back, shook his wings out, and grabbed for his towel quickly, saying a few words of goodbye to Nightcrawler, who laughed and returned it.
Not that the back view was so bad. Hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave, more like it.
Suddenly, she pulled away, utterly, completely taken by shame. "Jubilee," she breathed, knees weak, "Stop it."
"Oh… oh Jesus Paige, check this out."
She felt horrible. This was just… so inappropriate. She needed another shower.
"I'm serious. If you don't look, you're going to be sooo sorry."
Hating herself, and the warm feeling between her legs, she looked anyhow, slowly, holding herself against the wall with one hand.
And gasped.
"Spank me, Mr. Beaubier… I've been a baaaad girl," Jubilee giggled, under her breath.
And there he was. Jean-Paul Beaubier, the resident unattainable hot thing, head high, in all his glory, towel over his arm, standing where Warren had been.
"Fuck…," was about all she could force out. Sure, he didn't have wings. But Christ… long limbed, perfectly muscled, and cocky as hell. All that beautiful pale skin, that gorgeous, shining hair. Perfect down to the points of his ears. And oh god… his back. Rippling like that when he reached up to hang his towel. That ass.
Paige clawed at the wall, just a little, futilely.
"The man is a crime against woman-kind," Jubilee whispered, sadly.
Paige nodded, speechless.
"You know," Kurt was saying, turning off his water so that it was suddenly very quiet, his voice echoing enough to carry to them. "You don't have to wait until everyone else is done. No one will make jokes about dropping the soap."
Jean-Paul turned around, displaying himself shamelessly in all his full frontal glory. And smirked at his teammate.
Who, Paige finally noticed, looked much like he was covered in velvet. God… Kurt must feel so good to touch. All that muscle under that softness…
"Maybe I was just waiting till I had you alone in here, non?"
Nightcrawler laughed and wrapped his towel around his waist, obviously in no hurry. He was well aware of his teammate's wicked sense of humor, though few had seen it before. "I leave the priesthood and suddenly they're beating down my door."
The speedster turned back around now, reaching for the tap, turning it to where he wanted it, "Yes, well, you should watch out. Everyone knows about that tail."
He was obviously joking, the smirk was still present in his voice, even though he was standing with his ass (oh god, just so perfectly rounded like that, oh god, the way it was dented on the sides... it was begging to be grabbed…) facing them. But god, the very thought of those two…
She might've whimpered. Either way, the feeling between her legs made it clear that she was definitely going to need another shower, after this.
Kurt laughed, saying something else, and started to walk away.
And Jubilee giggled. Loud.
Paige grabbed her arm, hard.
Jean-Paul turned, slowly, to look at the wall between them. One of his upswept eyebrows arched dangerously.
"Oh shit…," Jubilee breathed, still stuck to the crack in the wall.
Paige's heart thudded in her chest, wondering what the asshole Canadian would do to them. Say to them. God, he had a wicked tongue…
Oh. Oh god. Why had she thought of his tongue…? Her knees nearly gave out.
But, to her eternal surprise, Jean-Paul only smirked, in the direction of the wall. In fact, he looked positively evil.
"Holy shit…," from Jubilee. She took Paige's hand from her arm and squeezed it, hard, and kept squeezing it fitfully.
As Northstar turned on the water. And took a nice, long, leisurely shower.
"That arrogant son of a bitch," Paige whispered, breathless. But she was completely captivated by him now, watching him lather his hair, as if he were totally, completely alone. His arms were so gorgeous, raised above his head like that, slowly, causing soap to slide down him. The water bounced off him, some of it making its way over to his back, the side they presently had the best shot of. Long lines of muscle, covered in soap and water and oh god that ass…
He turned around, and closed his sharp blue eyes, putting his head under the water completely, and letting the water flow freely over him, washing away the soap. Paige got a nice, long look at him. Every… goddamn… inch of him.
"It's just so wrong…," Jubilee was obviously enjoying the show as much as, if not more than, she, still clutching her hand frantically.
"Mmmhmmm," Paige agreed, no longer aware of her actions being wrong. Only the fact that this amazingly beautiful, arrogant son of a bitch was making her awfully happy right now. And she was most definitely entertaining thoughts of him making her even happier.
And he was still smirking, looking horrifically smug. A familiar expression on that pretty face of his, even under water like that.
After an unhurried soaping down of his entire, stunning exterior, and a longer-than-needed rinse, he finally turned off the water, and pulled down his towel.
And turned back to face the wall, eyebrow raised again. Like he could see them right through it, and was eternally amused. She could see it on his face, "Take a good look, because it's the last one you'll get," even though he didn't say anything.
Not that she was looking at his face for very long. She was too busy admiring to even think of what a bastard he was.
"Oh god, just look at his--,"
But Jubilee stopped, in surprise, as their dripping wet teammate tossed his towel in their direction… and it stuck to the wall.
Jubilee pushed off the wall, irritated beyond belief. "Fucking shower head!"
"Shhhh," Paige put a hand over her mouth, barely breathing.
Her friend just grabbed her hand, clearly unconcerned, "Oh like it matters, he just put on a show for us! Goddamn, that was hot."
Yes. Yes it was. And Paige was now far more worked up than she'd been in a long time.
And had nothing to do with it. Absolutely no outlet for all the energy… most of it centered between her legs, where an unmistakably familiar wetness was making her feel rather….
"Ha-ha," Jubilee mocked her, clearly catching the look on her face. "You liked it!"
Paige still felt horrible. But at the moment, she would've liked to feel a little worse. Or was it… better? At this point, she might as well complete her sickness. And oh god, that ass…
Jubilee raised one eyebrow. "Me too, you know."
"You too what?"
"You know what, don't be stupid."
She looked at her roommate. Flushed pink. Just like she was.
Well, maybe she had some way to get rid of all the energy…
AN:
Peanut: Oh… I'll be nice to Sam alright! Well… someone will ;) Been wanting to do something with Warren lately, but I'm afraid we're going all homoerotic on this particular ficlet collection. The world needs more Warren fic.
Loulou: Soon indeed! Thanks for reading!
Akuma: DEFINITELY not my best writing. I figured I'd leave the development and growth of my style up to the angst, and blow off some steam here haha. You have the right of it! Hope the lack of effort isn't too distracting though. Feel free to let me know if it slips too far. As for our "spicy Cajun dish with some seriously hot buns" (good god, I adore Northstar. Which I figure is pretty clear at this point…) Hopefully you'll be pleased with what's in store.
And last, but not least, thanks to Sue, for setting me straight on this one throughout my horrible trials with it (not to mention putting up with my need for pure, unadulterated smut sometimes,) and The M, for suggesting the line with the tail and egging on my JP issues. You're the devil, most likely.
Well, unless I am…