TITLE: Bodyrock
Author: m.jules
Summary: It’s summer. In the South. And college
roommates Kitty Pryde and Marie D’Ancanto are having problems with the AC in
their apartment…lucky them, they got the two sexiest repairmen in the business
to make a house call. What are they
gonna do?
Disclaimer: You know what? These guys ARE mine.
They’re not even mutants. So there,
Marvel and Fox! You can’t have
them! Oh…oh…hey guys? Guys?
I was just kidding…no, you just…you just put that lawyer away now,
okay? And the title belongs to
Moby. So he makes a great smut-writing
soundtrack…not my fault!
Author’s Notes: This is what happens when I sleep too much –
rabid plot bunnies attack in my dreams.
I swear to God, it’s the last time I sleep past eleven-thirty…especially
since one of the other dreams I had involved someone stealing my dresser,
trunk, and computer desk…and leaving my TV, VCR, DVD player, clothes, and
computer just sitting on the floor. I
swear—I wasn’t even drinking last night.
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We rock the bodies, rock the
bodies
C’mon get down, we gonna make ya freak!
We rock the bodies, rock the
bodies
C’mon get down, we gonna set ya
free
There were times that Marie
D’Ancanto didn’t mind waking up. There
were even times she was glad to. Ten
o’clock on a Saturday morning after the mother of all drinking binges, however,
was not one of them. So when the
doorbell rang for the third time and the pounding on the door continued, it was
really only predictable that the first words out of her mouth would not be
printable in most domestic or foreign publications.
“Marie?”
That would be her college roommate, Kitty
Pryde, not sounding any more awake than she was. She shouldn’t be; they’d only gone to bed four and a half hours
ago and Marie was fairly certain the tequila hadn’t worn off yet.
”What.”
“Aren’t those guys supposed to come to fix our
air conditioner today?”
“Oh shit.” Yes, yes, the air conditioner.
The reason why they were currently sleeping with all the windows open
and as close to nude as they could get without actually being naked. Although in the recent past, seeing as
August was just getting hotter, they’d just been turning a blind eye to each
other. There was a certain point on the
thermometer where you just didn’t care anymore if your roommate walked around
bare-assed naked.
“You dressed?” Marie asked, feeling around
blindly on the floor for her bra. She
knew it was down there somewhere…ah-ha!
There the little sucker was. She
sat up, shaking her tangled hair out of her eyes and snapped it on.
“Nope,” answered Kitty succinctly as she turned
over onto her stomach. Like Marie, she
was wearing panties, but had opted for going topless. The night before had actually been one of the cooler ones – it had
gotten down to about 85 degrees close to 2 am.
“Then stay covered,” Marie muttered, walking
over to the other bed and throwing the thin sheet over Kitty’s bare back.
“Mmph!” Kitty complained, shoving the sheet
away. “It’s too hot!”
“Then put your bra on. You don’t want some disgusting greasy
repairman ogling you, do you?”
Knowing Marie had a point, Kitty held out a
hand silently. Sighing with
exasperation, Marie picked up the bra on the floor and placed it in her
hand. The doorbell rang again and she
shouted, “Just a minute, okay!?”
Pushing her tangled mass of hair out of her face, she sauntered to the
door, adjusting the underwire on her bra.
It felt way too tight…she looked down to check it. Damn. She’d grabbed Kitty’s bra by mistake.
She opened the door, still blinking blearily in
the bright—and already hot as Hades—sunlight, and nearly swallowed her
tongue. She knew she was still feeling
the tequila from last night, but she couldn’t still be drunk enough to
be hallucinating, could she? Standing
in front of her were two of what had to be the best-looking guys in the entire
South.
The tall, slender one with the sexy sunglasses
stepped forward. “We’re here about the
air conditioner.”
“Uh…yeah, yeah. Of course.” She nodded
politely, taking a step back. “Come on
in.” Wait ‘til Kitty saw this!
***
There were many reasons Logan liked his
job. Good money, easy work, and he was
self-employed. Of course,
self-employment taxes were hell, but then, Uncle Sam didn’t need to know exactly
how much money he made. His assistant,
Scott Summers, a graduate student at the local university, wasn’t even that
bad. In fact, he had a feeling he was
going to miss him when school started back in a couple of weeks.
But if there was one main reason that Logan
really, really liked his job, it was that most of the apartments in the
city that housed college students had really crappy air conditioners. Now, this wasn’t such a pleasant thing when
they got called in to repair the AC in an apartment being shared by two or
three guys, and the heat issue only intensified the smell of month-old pizza
boxes and dirty laundry…but on days like today, when it brought them to the
home of lovely young women who couldn’t stand to be fully dressed because of
the heat…well, those were the days Logan absolutely loved his job.
The fine young thing that had opened the door
in nothing but string-bikini-style panties and a bra that must have been at
least a size too small for her gorgeous breasts was only one example of the
kind of fantasy fodder his job provided him with. She had two white streaks in her dark brown hair, and for once,
the crazy things kids did with dye and bleach nowadays looked appealing. Downright sexy, in fact.
“The, um, the air conditioner’s right in there,”
she said now, pointing toward the other end of the apartment. “One of them, anyway.” Logan couldn’t help but notice that her eyes
kept roaming his body and face, as if they couldn’t decide where to settle, and
he tried his best to keep his grin from looking predatory. “I’m just gonna go get dressed.”
Damn. Oh well, he had a pretty good memory, and
he’d gotten to see enough of her firmly curved figure and gorgeous legs to
provide him with some pretty good images whenever he needed them. He could tell already that she was going to
be taking the place of the redhead two buildings down as his number one
favorite.
When she had retreated to the bedroom and
closed the door, Logan glanced over at his young helper and said quietly,
“Nice.”
Scott frowned, pushing his sunglasses up on top
of his head. “Not bad,” he responded
casually. “Not really my type.”
Logan gave him a look that told him the older
man was clearly questioning his sanity, but he only shrugged. She was good-looking, yeah, but something
about the streaks in her hair just turned him off. Maybe it was because they practically screamed “Super Freak” and
he wasn’t quite sure how he’d be able to handle someone like that in bed. Intimidation? Well, he wouldn’t go quite that far…but something along
those lines. Logan, on the other hand,
probably liked the kinky stuff. Ew,
okay Scott, let’s not go there today.
“Have it your way,” Logan said finally. “Let’s go see if we can’t fix her air
conditioner.” He almost hated to…it
would be such a shame to give her an excuse to cover up all that beautiful
cream-colored skin. But that was his
job, and it was what he did. Might as
well get to it.
***
Quickly flipping on the CD player to cover what
she knew was going to be louder than she could help, Marie ran over to her
roommate and started shaking her furiously.
“Kitty, Kitty, wake up! You’ve
got to see this.”
”What? Did you finally win the
lottery?”
“Better!” Marie grinned. “You have to see the guys that came
to repair our AC.”
That got her attention. Sitting up, Kitty pushed back her silky
brown hair that somehow managed to not look tangled even after their wild
night. “Good looking?”
“Absolutely fuckable,” Marie purred over the
sounds of Moby, scrounging around the clothes scattered on the floor until she
found what she was looking for.
Finally, she’d secured the pair of skimpy denim cut-offs and her little
blue tank top with the spaghetti straps.
She quickly shrugged out of her bra and replaced the panties she was
wearing with a pair of thongs before pulling on the clothes.
“You’re not seriously gonna…” Kitty asked
open-mouthed, watching her dress.
“You watch me,” Marie grinned, adjusting her
breasts and tugging down a little on the hems of the shorts. “Or maybe you’d rather just try yourself
with the other one.”
“The other one…? Which one are you going for?”
Quickly running a brush through her hair and
dabbing on the slightest bit of lip gloss, Marie met Kitty’s eyes in the
mirror. “You’ll see.”
“Oh God…one of them’s an older guy, isn’t
it?” She didn’t even have to see
Marie’s nod to know she’d gotten it in one.
“You and your older men. Fine. Go for it.
Let me go see what I think about ‘the other one’.”
“You’ll like him,” Marie promised. “He’s gorgeous…for a kid.” She winked at Kitty and checked her
reflection one more time before padding off to locate that sexy repairman.
***
Kitty’s first thought upon finding Scott
Summers was that Marie had been absolutely correct—he was gorgeous. “Hi,” she said sweetly, catching the door
and holding it open for him as he brought in some tools from their truck. “I’m Kitty.”
Scott’s mouth dropped open and he was just glad
he had managed not to drop the toolbox on his feet. The girl in front of him was beautifully petite with silky brown
hair that fell around her shoulders and a sweet yet mischievous smile. She was wearing a short little sundress that
barely covered her upper thighs and clung to her in all the right ways. And unless he was mistaken…she wasn’t
wearing any underwear. Not that he was
looking that closely, of course.
“Hi,” he managed, clearing his throat. “I’m Scott.”
It was all Kitty could do to not jump him right
then…but she figured she’d take it slow.
“It’s hot, isn’t it?”
It was the first time Scott had ever realized
that discussing the weather could be considered an erotic conversation, but he
went along with it. “Yeah, it is. This year’s been a real scorcher.”
“Mmm,” Kitty agreed. “You must be absolutely burning up in this heat. Would you like something to drink?”
Wondering how long he had before Logan got
impatient for his tools—or if he’d even notice—Scott debated over whether or
not to take her up on her offer. It was
a short debate.
The next thing he knew, he was following her to
the kitchen, watching the sway of her hips beneath her skirt and thinking that
maybe he ought to postpone his graduate studies for another semester…after all,
good jobs were hard to find around here, and he’d be an idiot to give up his
paycheck…and Logan was right: this was a very good job.
***
“So is it fixable?”
Logan looked over in surprise to see the girl
with the white streaks in her hair standing beside him, a slight smile on her
lips. He thought she might have been
exaggerating when she’d said she was going to get dressed…that tight little
tank left nothing to the imagination and she’d lost the bra…and those shorts
didn’t cover much more skin than her panties had. And from the gleam in her eyes, she knew what she was doing. Life was good.
“Definitely,” he answered, turning his gaze
back to the appliance momentarily. The
complex was one of the older ones in town, so rather than central heat and air,
the apartment was furnished with several window units—all of which had
apparently decided to go out at once. This
one was in the window above the kitchen sink, and he currently had the front
pulled off so he could get a look at what was going on inside.
The girl hopped up onto the countertop, a move
which made her breasts bounce and her shorts ride up even further. “I’m Marie,” she said casually.
“Logan,” he answered absently, doing his best
not to be obvious about his staring.
After all, he was here to fix the air conditioner. It wasn’t easy, though, especially since the
music she’d turned on in the other room had a decidedly sultry beat that was
making itself heard throughout the apartment.
“How long do you think it’ll take you to fix
it?” she asked, and he wondered momentarily if she had a side job as a
telephone sex operator.
“Maybe a half hour,” he answered, wondering how
he should respond to the fact that her bare leg had just brushed up against his
arm. When she did it again, he realized
it had been deliberate and gave her a heated glance. He was gratified to see her shiver and her nipples stand out
against the thin fabric of her shirt.
“You got another appointment after this one?”
she asked, sliding closer to him on the countertop until her knee was pressed
up against his waist.
“Not for a couple of hours,” he told her,
forgetting all about the air conditioner.
“Good,” she purred, spreading her legs and
locking them around his hips. “Then
maybe you won’t mind if this takes a little longer than you expected.”
***
Scott and Kitty never made it to the
refrigerator for Scott’s drink, which was probably just as well since Logan and
Marie probably wouldn’t have taken kindly to being interrupted. Before they’d made it down the hall, Kitty
had lost her self-control and pushed Scott against the wall, covering his mouth
with hers. It wasn’t like he was
complaining, either.
She lifted her right leg to wrap around his
hips and he caught her under her thigh, holding her there and pressing her
against him. Grinding against him, she
pulled back from their kiss and asked him, “You’re not married are you?”
“No,” he answered breathlessly, squeezing her
ass.
“Engaged?”
“No.”
“Serious girlfriend?”
“Not that serious,” he answered, leaning down
to take her mouth again. Through the
kiss, Kitty grinned triumphantly and reached around to squeeze his ass.
“I’ve got a bed in the other room,” she
whispered, pressing herself against him suggestively. Without another word, Scott picked her, wrapping her other leg
around his waist, and carried her to the other room.
***
Marie’s tank had been the first thing to go,
Logan’s heather gray wifebeater the second.
Currently their bare chests were rubbing against each other as their
hands tangled in each other’s hair, their mouths locked in a devouring kiss. Their crotches were flush against each other
and thrusting together despite the two layers of denim in the way.
Logan reached for the fly on her shorts and she
returned the favor, going for his jeans.
“You sure?” he asked against her mouth as she wriggled out of her Daisy
Dukes and pressed herself against his hand.
“You got condoms?” she returned.
”Yeah.”
“Then I’m sure.”
He growled and pressed his fingers against her
through the thin material of her thong panties and she moaned, arching against
him as she finally got his jeans undone and dropped them down his hips. Her moan deepened into something
indescribable at the revelation that he had apparently deemed the weather too
hot for underwear. He leaned down and
took one of her nipples in his mouth and she whimpered, raking her fingernails
up his bare back.
“Hang on,” he growled, letting go of her to
reach for his wallet, still in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Let me,” she purred, putting a hand on his
chest to stop him as she jumped down.
She squatted down to grab his jeans, her movements inexplicably slow…inexplicable,
that is, until she took advantage of her position to suck the tip of his cock
into her mouth. He nearly howled.
Letting him slip out of her mouth, she stood,
waving the foil packet triumphantly.
“Got it!” She ripped the foil
open with her teeth and took out the condom, carefully unrolling it over his
length. He closed his eyes and leaned
his head back as her hands did all sorts of nice things on the way down and
back up.
When she was finished, she gave him a little
squeeze and said cheerfully, “All done and ready to go.” He opened his eyes just in time to see her
turn her back to him and lean over the counter, which—by some stroke of
luck—was exactly the right height for what she had in mind. Growling in anticipation, he stepped up behind
her and wrapped one arm around her to knead her breasts and tangled the other
one in her hair, pulling her head back so he could kiss her. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his
erection against her, their bodies separated by her panties.
When he broke the kiss, she panted her command
– “Logan. Panties. Off.
Now.”
More than happy to oblige, he grinned and
grabbed the fabric, ripping it neatly on either side of her hips. The material fluttered to the ground and
Marie pushed her hips back into his, whispering, “Please…”
He couldn’t have resisted that plea even if
he’d been formerly inclined to – which he hadn’t, by the way – so with both
hands placed on her hips, he began rhythmically thrusting into her, going
slightly deeper each time, until he was completely buried in her body. They both moaned, and he leaned against her,
nuzzling the nape of her neck and kissing it through her hair. He’d just pushed her hair aside when she
moaned, “It’s been awhile since I did this with a man…feels soooo nice…”
He’d been intending to gently nibble on the
juncture of her neck and shoulder, but her words made him bite down a little
harder than he’d intended, and she bucked into him with a noise of surprised
arousal. He couldn’t let that comment
go unpursued. “You do it often with a
woman?” he asked huskily.
She nodded, moving her hips insistently against
his. He got the hint and starting
moving, slowly at first. “When I’m
really, really drunk,” she admitted, and he was pleased to hear the hitch in
her breathing as he sped up a little.
Well, damn. If that wasn’t an image for his better fantasies! Marie and the little redhead down the block
that he’d formerly liked so much… he thought about it and was surprised to find
that he didn’t like the idea so much.
In fact, he didn’t like the thought of anybody else touching her. Surprised to find such a strong sentiment
attached to what was the definition of casual sex, he focused on the way their
bodies moved together and the little sounds she was making in the back of her
throat…
This was not a good thing. No, not sex this – that was a very, very
good thing – but the possessive, almost tender feelings that she was stirring
up in him…that was a very bad thing.
Took the ‘casual’ right out of casual sex.
Damn.
***
Scott knew, somehow, that his relationship with his not-so-serious girlfriend
was now over. As frenzied as the
foreplay had been, the sex was somehow very, very gentle and extremely good. Kitty kept her eyes open the entire time,
locked on his, and he felt more than physically naked.
The temperature in the apartment was stifling,
and the heavy air seemed to condense on their skin, coating them in a sheen of
sweat even though their movements were slow and measured, their kisses languid,
and the movement of her hands over his back sweet and caressing.
She dragged her fingertips slowly up the length
of his spine, letting her fingernails flick across his neck and rake through
his hair. Her breathing was labored and
he felt the way her body tensed under his with every movement. She hitched her legs up higher around his
waist and he swallowed a gasp as the new angle took him deeper than he had
been.
“God,” he murmured, and she kissed the hollow
of his throat, lapping softly at the sweat pooled there. That put his chin resting on the bridge of
her nose and he took the opportunity to smooth her hair away from her face and
kiss her forehead tenderly.
“Yeah,” Kitty agreed around a sigh as her back
began to arch with the exquisitely pleasant tension radiating through her
body. The curve of her throat was just
right there, and he couldn’t help but place a kiss there…and then a nibble…and
then a little nip…and before he knew it, there was a small pink mark, rapidly deepening
to purple as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders and shuddered
powerfully around him.
Gritting his teeth and fighting to ride her
out, he gave in with a grunt and a groan and finally collapsed, boneless, his
head cradled between her neck and shoulder.
She began regaining her senses before he did and feathered her hands
lightly through his hair. He wondered
absently if he could just stay there forever… and when she kissed the top of
his head, he decided that yes, he most definitely could.
***
Her skin was flushed bright red and he thought
he read regret that it was over in her eyes as he discarded the condom and
reached for his jeans. Still, she made
no move to go for her own clothes, leaning against the counter top, her chest
heaving and sweat trickling down between her breasts. As he pulled on his jeans, he thought suddenly that it was a damn
shame to waste all that beautiful skin…
Forgoing buttoning the fly on his jeans, he
picked her up by the waist and settled her on the countertop.
“What…?”
Her question was answered as he knelt down before her and spread her
legs with insistent hands. She was
moaning before his mouth ever touched her, and when she gripped his hair too
tightly with her hands and whimpered his name, he decided to hell with casual,
he was gonna do his best to make this the first of many times with
Marie…hopefully she wouldn’t have a problem with that.
She writhed on the countertop, banging her head
against the cabinets when one and then two of his fingers entered her. He looked up at her, deeply pleased by the
frown of deep concentration on her face, her exquisite brown-and-white hair
fluttering down over her shoulders and sticking to the sweat that coated her
chest.
“Marie,” he breathed against her fevered skin,
and she bucked into his hand and mouth, moaning his name loudly in return.
“God, Logan!”
Smiling, he bent back to his task, savoring the
rush of flavor when she convulsed around his hand and screamed his name to the
entire apartment complex.
***
Marie was just about to hit a record fifth orgasm
when she felt herself being shaken and heard a very concerned Logan calling her
name insistently. Blinking her eyes
open, she realized where she was, or more importantly, where she wasn’t, and
instantly blushed bright red.
“Goddamnit,” she muttered, covering her face with her pillow.
“Marie, darlin’, are you all right?”
He’d been prowling up and down the halls
looking for sleep when he’d heard her calling his name and had come in
immediately to wake her from what he immediately assumed was a nightmare. Although now, as she commanded him to leave
from behind her pillow, he sniffed carefully and tried to hide the smirk that
flitted across his face. Some
nightmare. If he wasn’t mistaken…it was
probably the same one he’d been having lately…he almost chuckled. Poor Marie.
You never knew what kind of shit would end up in your head when you
accidentally brushed up against the lecher who made you hang around without
your gloves…
“Shut up, Logan,” she said petulantly, reaching
out to smack him across the shoulder with a gloved hand. She knew he knew and she also knew without
seeing that he was probably wearing a very smug expression.
”Didn’t say a word, darlin’,” he answered, pushing himself to his feet. “Good night, Marie.”
“Night, Logan,” she grumbled, clutching the
pillow more tightly and shifting her legs experimentally to try to ease the
ache between her thighs. Fuck Logan,
anyway. She groaned at the thought and
rolled over, banging her head into the mattress.
Goddamn, that was it. No fucking way was she ever watching Cinemax after 1 AM again, no
matter what else she had to do to get to sleep. Now if she could just get back into the dream where she’d left
off…
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More Author’s Notes: One might wonder why, if this was Marie’s
dream (by way of Logan), Kitty and Scott figured into it at all. Well, just because that’s the way it
happened in my dream, dammit. As
for which parts I actually dreamed and which parts I had to write myself…well,
that’s for me to know and you to wonder about.
*blushes* Let’s just say I
sympathize with the waking-up Marie, shall we?
And as for the details…let’s just say I was in college in the South in
the summer once and leave it at that.
(Although, dammit, I never had any cute repairmen come to my
apartment. I got ogled in my underwear
by ugly guys. Oh, cruel fate….)