Walking out of Xavier's office feels like dodging a bullet I didn't even know was coming. My boots click against the polished hardwood as I make my way down the hallway, mind racing with everything that just happened. I killed two people, confessed to it, and somehow I'm not being thrown out on my ass. Hell, I'm not even getting a lecture.
Instead, I got Emma fucking Frost as my personal therapist.
My brain keeps replaying the moment she leaned in close, her hand on my arm, that white outfit barely containing what has to be the most perfect pair of breasts I've ever seen in my life. I try to focus on literally anything else, the mission, my parents, the fact that I'm still on the team, but my teenage hormones have apparently decided that near-death experiences and killing people are secondary concerns to the memory of Emma's cleavage.
"Shit," I mutter, adjusting my uniform pants as I turn the corner. This is ridiculous. I'm walking around with a semi just from the memory of her sitting next to me.
I need a distraction. Something physical to burn off this weird energy coursing through my veins. The danger room would be perfect, but it's being used right now by a class.
That's when I spot a familiar yellow coat ahead of me.
Jubilee is walking toward the dorms, her shoulders slumped with exhaustion after the mission. She hasn't noticed me yet, and for a second, I consider just letting her go. After all, our last encounter ended with half my face getting blown off.
But then again...
"Hey," I call out, jogging to catch up with her. "Jubilee, wait up."
She turns, her tired expression immediately brightening when she sees me. "Jack! You survived the inquisition, huh?"
"Barely," I reply with a grin. "Turns out killing bad guys isn't a deal-breaker around here."
Jubilee falls into step beside me, her shoulder occasionally brushing against mine. The casual contact sends little sparks of electricity through my body that have nothing to do with her powers.
"So..." she says after a moment of silence. "That was your first real mission."
"Yeah. Not exactly how I pictured it going." I run a hand through my hair, suddenly aware of how close she is. "Listen, I was thinking..."
She looks up at me, those dark eyes curious. "What?"
My mouth goes dry. I've never been good at this, the whole flirting thing. Back home, girls barely looked at me, and here I am trying to suggest a casual hook-up with someone who's already seen me at my most vulnerable.
"Do you maybe want to hang out?" I finally manage. "In my room? Just us?"
Jubilee stares at me for a moment, then her eyes drift downward. Her expression shifts from curiosity to exasperation as she spots the obvious bulge straining against my uniform pants.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she mutters, throwing her hands up.
"What?"
She sighs heavily, a frown creasing her forehead as she looks away. "I do. I honestly really do want to," she admits, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "But I don't trust myself after last time."
The memory of my jaw hanging by a thread flashes through my mind. "Then let's treat it like practice," I suggest, taking a step closer to her. "We could go slow, figure things out."
Jubilee shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm too traumatized, Jack. Do you have any idea what it's like to cum and then see the guy you're with's jaw nearly fall off?" Her voice cracks slightly. "It was horrifying."
"No, I have no idea what that would be like from your side," I admit, trying to ignore the disappointment settling in my chest.
She looks at me, something like frustration flickering across her face, not directed at me, but at herself. "Maybe once I figure it out, you know, get better control... then we could hook up again?"
"Of course," I say, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach my eyes.
Jubilee tilts her head, studying my expression. "Why do you look like a sad puppy? You could go ask literally any girl here to fuck and they would."
I blink rapidly, caught off guard by her bluntness. "I... guess I didn't really think of that."
"Just stay away from Scotty though," she warns, her tone suddenly serious. "Gene is super territorial about his girlfriend."
My brain short-circuits for a moment. "They're dating?"
"Yes," Jubilee says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"I had no idea," I mutter, pieces suddenly clicking into place, Gene's hostility, the lingering looks between them, the way Scotty always defends me when Gene gets snippy.
"Anyways, I gotta go," Jubilee sighs, already turning away. "Kitty wants me to help her set up her classroom."
"If you change your mind, let me know," I call after her, trying not to sound too desperate.
She gives me a little wave without looking back, and just like that, I'm alone in the hallway again with my thoughts and my persistent semi.
I start walking with no particular destination in mind, mulling over my options. If what Jubilee said is true, I could approach almost any girl here. The thought is simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. I need to be upfront though. I'm not looking for a relationship, just something physical to burn off this restless energy.
Emma's face flashes through my mind immediately, that predatory smile and those ice-blue eyes. But reality crashes down just as quickly. She has to be at least ten years older than me, maybe more. Plus, she's technically faculty now, and I'm still technically a student. That's probably crossing some ethical line, even if the thought makes my heart race.
I round another corner, still lost in thought. Rogue is undeniably hot, with that Southern drawl and those curves, but there's the whole "she might accidentally absorb my life force" issue. Not exactly conducive to a casual hookup.
"Gambit?" I wonder out loud, considering the red-eyed Cajun with her fluid movements and mischievous smile.
"What about Gambit?"
I nearly jump out of my skin at the voice. Turning, I find Nightcrawler standing just a few feet away, her blue tail swishing gently behind her. I hadn't even heard her approach.
Up close, she's even more striking than I remembered. Her indigo fur looks soft and velvety in the hallway light, and those yellow eyes are hypnotically beautiful against her blue features. She's wearing casual clothes instead of her uniform, a simple black top that contrasts beautifully with her blue skin and dark jeans that hug her athletic figure.
"Katrina," I say, the name feeling strange on my tongue.
"Yes?" she replies, tilting her head curiously.
I suddenly realize I have no idea what to say. 'Hey, want to have casual sex?' seems a bit too direct, even for me. But standing here silently staring at her is probably even worse.
"How old are you, Katrina?"
Her eyes widen slightly at the abruptness of my question, but her lips curl into a small smile. "I am twenty-six," she answers. "Why do you ask?"
I nod slowly, processing this information as an idea forms in my mind. Twenty-six. Definitely an adult, not a student. My heart rate picks up as I consider my next words carefully.
"So," I begin, trying to sound casual despite the heat rising to my face, "is there any rule against students and faculty, you know... hooking up?"
Katrina's expression shifts immediately, her blue face contorting into a look of concern. Her tail stops its casual swishing and goes rigid behind her.
"I don't think there are technically rules against it," she says slowly, choosing her words with obvious care. "But Jack, such things are... complicated, ja? There are power dynamics to consider."
"But it's allowed?" I press, hoping I don't sound too desperate. There's something about her blue fur and those luminous yellow eyes that's oddly captivating.
Katrina's brow furrows, "Jack, is someone here... is one of the teachers trying to force you to do something you don't want to?"
"No, no!" I quickly clarify, mortified by her misunderstanding. "I'm just... very worked up right now."
She nods slowly, her expression softening with understanding. "Ah, yes. I heard about how you're from another world. With some big differences."
"Yeah..." I trail off, suddenly feeling awkward under her penetrating gaze.
"Are you asking me...?" she asks carefully.
"Yeah… I'm not looking for anything serious, though. Just something simple and no strings."
She stares at me for a long moment. Finally, she sighs, her shoulders dropping slightly.
"I'm a very religious person, Jack," she says quietly. "So I cannot simply just... be intimate with you without commitment." She pauses, considering her words carefully. "But there are alternatives... if you really would like to find physical release."
My heart nearly stops. "Alternatives?"
"Loopholes."
"Loopholes?" I echo, my brain struggling to process what she could possibly mean. Religious loopholes for sex? Is that even a thing?
Katrina's yellow eyes light up with something mischievous, her serious expression melting into a flirty smile that transforms her entire face. My heart does a weird flip-flop in my chest as she reaches out, her three-fingered hand gently wrapping around mine.
"Come on. I'll show you in my quarters."
Before I can even respond, she's pulling me down the hallway, her tail swishing behind her with what looks suspiciously like excitement. I follow without resistance, equal parts confused and intrigued by whatever these "loopholes" might be.
*****
I'm naked now, buried deep inside Katrina's tight, lubed-up asshole, trying desperately not to make embarrassing noises as she lies beneath me. My hands grip her hips, steadying myself as I struggle to maintain my composure. Her blue tail wraps around my thigh like an anchor, keeping me close.
"See?" she purrs, looking back at me over her shoulder with those hypnotic yellow eyes. "Isn't this a good loophole?"
"Holy shit," I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. "This is... yeah, this is definitely a loophole."
Her laugh is musical, vibrating through both our bodies. "In my church, the girls called it 'God's blind spot,'" she explains, pushing back against me in a way that makes my vision blur. "Technically still a virgin in the eyes of the Lord."
I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out as she tightens around me. The sensation is overwhelming, different from what I experienced with Jubilee but incredible in its own way. My hands slide over her blue fur, softer than velvet against my palms.
Katrina's legs suddenly wrap around me, pulling me even deeper inside her. The unexpected movement makes me gasp.
"Come on," she urges. "Go faster."
I pick up the pace, driving into her with more force.
"Fuck, Katrina," I groan, barely able to form words. "It's so tight..."
She smiles up at me, her pointed teeth gleaming. "You're so vigorous," she purrs, her German accent making the words sound even sexier. "It's nice seeing you so excited."
Lost in the moment, I lean down toward her face, seeking her lips with mine. But just before our mouths connect, she turns her head slightly.
"No, sorry," she says softly, placing a gentle hand against my chest. "That's for lovers only."
I nod, understanding the boundary without feeling rejected. "Got it."
As if to compensate, she tilts her head and begins kissing my neck instead, her lips surprisingly soft against my skin. I continue thrusting into her, finding a rhythm that makes us both moan.
Her tail tightens around my thigh as she works her mouth along my collarbone, leaving little nips that send shivers down my spine. The dual sensation of her tight ass gripping me and her mouth on my skin is almost too much to bear.
"I'm getting close," I warn her, feeling that familiar pressure building at the base of my spine.
"It's okay," she whispers against my neck. "You can finish inside. That's part of the loophole too."
I feel the pressure building to an unbearable point, my whole body tenses up. The dam breaks and I'm gone, pleasure crashes through me in waves as I explode inside her. A groan tears from my throat, primal and unrestrained.
"Fuck, Katrina," I gasp, my vision blurring at the edges.
She looks up at me, her blue lips curled into a satisfied smile. Her three-fingered hands reach up to cup my face, holding me tenderly as her body tightens around me in rhythmic pulses. The sensation draws another grunt from deep in my chest as I continue emptying myself inside her.
"That's it," she whispers.
Her tail tightens around my thigh as I shudder through the final throes of my orgasm. My arms are trembling, barely supporting my weight as I hover above her, trying not to collapse onto her smaller frame.
When I finally catch my breath, I carefully pull out and roll onto my back beside her.
"Holy shit," I breathe, staring up at the ceiling in disbelief.
Katrina props herself up on one elbow. Her blue fur catches the dim light, giving her an almost ethereal glow. "You needed that, ja?"
"More than I realized," I admit, turning my head to look at her. "Thanks for showing me your... loophole."
"Maybe we can do this again sometime," Katrina says with a sly smile. Her blue tail swishes lazily across the sheets between us.
"Yeah, of course," I reply, surprised by how eager I sound.
She chuckles, a musical sound that makes her shoulders shake slightly. "And maybe we could even get to know each other better too, you know... as friends." She emphasizes the last word with playful sarcasm, her German accent making it sound even funnier. "Since we barely know each other but just, well..." She gestures at our naked bodies with a three-fingered hand.
I can't help but chuckle a little bit. She's right, we went from casual acquaintances to anal sex partners in the span of minutes. Not exactly the traditional friendship path.
"I'd love to be friends," I tell her, and I mean it. There's something about Katrina that puts me at ease, despite her demon-like appearance.