Not the too Distant Future
Disclaimer- I don't own any X-men characters/Half of the storyline is from
the movie
Rating- R, Strong Sexual content. Doesn't really matter if you're not over
17 it's not like you don't know what going on in the story.
"Scott!"
"What" Scott shouted from inside the shower. He could scarcely make out Jean's voice. He knew it was her since they were the only two on the whole entire campus that shared a bathroom.
"How much longer?" She yelled back to him. "You're in there longer then a girl usually is."
Scott washed the soap from his face. He then slipped his glasses back on. It was very difficult to take a shower with them on, but he managed it for the past two years. "I just got in the shower."
"Argh" Jean blurted out. "Scott I need to use the bathroom too!"
"Well, Jean you weren't the one that got slimed by Toad now were you?" Scott said sharply. "Now if it's possible can a guy take shower in peace."
Jean vigorously twisted and turned the doorknob, but it didn't budge. "Damn it Scott! I just need to be in there for a few minutes." She smacked her hand against the door and touched her forehead to it. She was desperate, and she didn't understand why Scott didn't unlock the door. It's wasn't as if she could see Scott, he was behind a door, plus why would she want to see him.
"Jean, you're not coming in here. I'm fully naked and personally I don't feel comfortable showing off to you." Scott called back to her running his hands through his hair to get the shampoo out. That was difficult too and he always made sure he closed his eyes when he did that just in case he did knock his glasses off, he didn't want to redecorate the bathroom, especially since he would be seen there naked.
"It's not like I haven't seen a man naked before Scott." Jean lied hoping he would open the door. At this point she did not only want to get in to get her necessities, but she also was curious to see Scott. Even though they did argue a lot, she did have a feeling for him deep down. She often watched him play basketball outside with the other guys when they were playing shirts and skins. The guys knew all the girls would go watch and they did that to show off. But Scott was one of the guys all the girls went to go watch. He did have a nice body for a sixteen year old guy. Well sculpted chest, a flat sexy stomach which makes her melt anyways, and very well defined arms. She also thought his face was cute too, even though she couldn't see his eyes, nice silk brown hair and a great smile and that was all she needed. It was just his personality that bugged her.
"It's not like I'm going to open the door just because you said that Jean. I'm almost done; go wait in your room calmly. I'll be out shortly."
"I'm not going to see you anyways. You're behind the door." Jean said "Or at least unlock it and I'll go down hall to Storm's bathroom. You know I don't see why Scott made us share a bathroom."
"I don't see it either. But he did and we have to deal with it."
"Scott!" Jean whined
"Jean I'm almost done." He said turning off the water. He stepped out and just wrapped a towel around him and opened the door. "There. I didn't even dry off just so I can get out of there faster."
Jean just looked up at him. She was speechless in aw. His wet muscular body that she was just dreaming about was right in front of her. Right in front of her for her fingers to explore. "Finally," She blabbered out quickly and flung into the bathroom and swiftly shut the door behind her. She couldn't get the thought of Scott right in front of her in just a towel. She did like him "No!" She uttered out, "it's Scott, the annoying immature freak." Just because he has a nice body doesn't make him totally a nice guy. Wish I could see under that towel. Stop it! That is gross! Jean remember who you are dreaming about. She thought. She pulled out her toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on and started brushing her teeth. She was thinking of Scott, how she could ever think of Scott in a way like that.
Scott walked to his room with a trail of wet footsteps. He was soaking wet, water was dripping all over him. He got to his room and shut the door but I didn't click. "Jean" he said out loud shaking his head. He couldn't believe that he actually hurried out of the bathroom just for Jean. It was Jean. He always annoyed her, and then today he was nice with her. He dried himself off and slid his boxers and lifted his mattress up and pulled out one of his dirty mags. He started flipping through the pages, skipping the articles, when instead of thinking of the nude girls on the pages, he was thinking of Jean. Thinking of Jean right there with him and penis never was that excited before. Why was he getting horny off of Jean now? Could it be that he actually liked her? He shook the thought out of his head. "No." he returned to the Playboy. He was flipping through the pages but the Miss November and December wasn't causing him half as much as pleasure as the thought of Jean was. He never saw her naked before but have seen her in a bathing suit before which she did have nice cleavage. The way it bulged out of he skimpy pink top. He laid back on his bed and slid his boxers down with both hands on his penis. "You left." Scott's eyes shot open in shock. He was caught. His heart was racing and he fell off the bed in attempted to pull his boxers back up. His door was shut and behind it he heard Jean's voice apologizing. He was sweating in embarrassment. It was bad enough that he got caught, and it wouldn't be that bad if Gambit caught him, but by being caught by the Jean was seriously awkward. He threw his magazine on the floor and out of the view of Jean, but it's no like it mattered anyways since she already saw him. He put his ear to the door to listen if she was still there, but she was gone. We stalked back to his bed, turned his light off and fell asleep. He couldn't finish; he was much too afraid to finish. He just hoped Jean wasn't going to say anything.
"Scott!"
"What" Scott shouted from inside the shower. He could scarcely make out Jean's voice. He knew it was her since they were the only two on the whole entire campus that shared a bathroom.
"How much longer?" She yelled back to him. "You're in there longer then a girl usually is."
Scott washed the soap from his face. He then slipped his glasses back on. It was very difficult to take a shower with them on, but he managed it for the past two years. "I just got in the shower."
"Argh" Jean blurted out. "Scott I need to use the bathroom too!"
"Well, Jean you weren't the one that got slimed by Toad now were you?" Scott said sharply. "Now if it's possible can a guy take shower in peace."
Jean vigorously twisted and turned the doorknob, but it didn't budge. "Damn it Scott! I just need to be in there for a few minutes." She smacked her hand against the door and touched her forehead to it. She was desperate, and she didn't understand why Scott didn't unlock the door. It's wasn't as if she could see Scott, he was behind a door, plus why would she want to see him.
"Jean, you're not coming in here. I'm fully naked and personally I don't feel comfortable showing off to you." Scott called back to her running his hands through his hair to get the shampoo out. That was difficult too and he always made sure he closed his eyes when he did that just in case he did knock his glasses off, he didn't want to redecorate the bathroom, especially since he would be seen there naked.
"It's not like I haven't seen a man naked before Scott." Jean lied hoping he would open the door. At this point she did not only want to get in to get her necessities, but she also was curious to see Scott. Even though they did argue a lot, she did have a feeling for him deep down. She often watched him play basketball outside with the other guys when they were playing shirts and skins. The guys knew all the girls would go watch and they did that to show off. But Scott was one of the guys all the girls went to go watch. He did have a nice body for a sixteen year old guy. Well sculpted chest, a flat sexy stomach which makes her melt anyways, and very well defined arms. She also thought his face was cute too, even though she couldn't see his eyes, nice silk brown hair and a great smile and that was all she needed. It was just his personality that bugged her.
"It's not like I'm going to open the door just because you said that Jean. I'm almost done; go wait in your room calmly. I'll be out shortly."
"I'm not going to see you anyways. You're behind the door." Jean said "Or at least unlock it and I'll go down hall to Storm's bathroom. You know I don't see why Scott made us share a bathroom."
"I don't see it either. But he did and we have to deal with it."
"Scott!" Jean whined
"Jean I'm almost done." He said turning off the water. He stepped out and just wrapped a towel around him and opened the door. "There. I didn't even dry off just so I can get out of there faster."
Jean just looked up at him. She was speechless in aw. His wet muscular body that she was just dreaming about was right in front of her. Right in front of her for her fingers to explore. "Finally," She blabbered out quickly and flung into the bathroom and swiftly shut the door behind her. She couldn't get the thought of Scott right in front of her in just a towel. She did like him "No!" She uttered out, "it's Scott, the annoying immature freak." Just because he has a nice body doesn't make him totally a nice guy. Wish I could see under that towel. Stop it! That is gross! Jean remember who you are dreaming about. She thought. She pulled out her toothbrush and squirted toothpaste on and started brushing her teeth. She was thinking of Scott, how she could ever think of Scott in a way like that.
Scott walked to his room with a trail of wet footsteps. He was soaking wet, water was dripping all over him. He got to his room and shut the door but I didn't click. "Jean" he said out loud shaking his head. He couldn't believe that he actually hurried out of the bathroom just for Jean. It was Jean. He always annoyed her, and then today he was nice with her. He dried himself off and slid his boxers and lifted his mattress up and pulled out one of his dirty mags. He started flipping through the pages, skipping the articles, when instead of thinking of the nude girls on the pages, he was thinking of Jean. Thinking of Jean right there with him and penis never was that excited before. Why was he getting horny off of Jean now? Could it be that he actually liked her? He shook the thought out of his head. "No." he returned to the Playboy. He was flipping through the pages but the Miss November and December wasn't causing him half as much as pleasure as the thought of Jean was. He never saw her naked before but have seen her in a bathing suit before which she did have nice cleavage. The way it bulged out of he skimpy pink top. He laid back on his bed and slid his boxers down with both hands on his penis. "You left." Scott's eyes shot open in shock. He was caught. His heart was racing and he fell off the bed in attempted to pull his boxers back up. His door was shut and behind it he heard Jean's voice apologizing. He was sweating in embarrassment. It was bad enough that he got caught, and it wouldn't be that bad if Gambit caught him, but by being caught by the Jean was seriously awkward. He threw his magazine on the floor and out of the view of Jean, but it's no like it mattered anyways since she already saw him. He put his ear to the door to listen if she was still there, but she was gone. We stalked back to his bed, turned his light off and fell asleep. He couldn't finish; he was much too afraid to finish. He just hoped Jean wasn't going to say anything.