This was written for the new livejournal community
xmenflashfic. Each week there will be a different
prompt or theme for people to write short fiction.
The first one is, appropriately enough, "First Times."

I figured I'd post to lists, too.

Title: A Fine Romance

Author: Mo

Email: Mogbrg@...

Scenario: X2 Movieverse, although it takes place long
before either movie.

Pairing: Scott/Jean (yes, really)

Sequel/Series and so forth: This fits in with my two
X2 series: After the Fall and Returning Spring (I'm
working on the third one - working title: Summers in a
Sea of Glory). My Scott's gay and in my X2 fiction he
and Jean decided while in college to try and make a go
of being a couple, in spite of that. Here's how Scott
explains it to Logan in After the Fall:

"So Jean and I got an apartment together. In some ways
it was the stereotypical gay man/straight woman
friendship - we were often lusting after the same
guys. But then our second year in college it changed.
Maybe we'd both gotten our hearts stamped on too many
times, or something. We already had each other as
companions, study partners, roommates. It didn't seem
that strange to add sex to the mix. We definitely
looked on it at first as just friendship, friends who
fuck, you know? But over time it felt like more. And
when we came back here, after graduation, well we came
back as a couple. Got a room together. I started
building the school, with Charles. Jean was commuting
to the city for med school. My life seemed sort of
normal, all of a sudden. Respectable."

Scott was sitting in the dark. That’s why Jean didn’t
see him when she came in. Well, that and her
miserable and self-absorbed mood, which didn’t allow
for noticing her roommate on the couch.

She hadn’t been able to find her keys. She stood
there outside the apartment door, rummaging through
her purse, the tears and the shaking making it hard to
locate anything. And as she tried and failed to find
them - coming up with lipstick and her wallet and
assorted useless other things - the frustration making
her cry harder.

Jean thought she’d die if someone saw her falling
apart in the hall like this, especially Nosy Next Door
who was always gleefully telling her about the guys
who come and go when she’s not there. Jean half
wanted to tell her the truth – that she and Scott are
roommates, not lovers, and she knows he’s gay – but
she didn’t want to give the old bat the satisfaction
of knowing anything about them. So when she heard
Next Door’s footsteps approaching the door, she just
had to get into the apartment before she got caught
there crying.

Jean gave up looking for her keys and reached into the
lock with her brain, tripping the tumblers. “Why
didn’t I ever think of that before?” she asked
herself. She slipped into the apartment and slammed
the door telekinetically, just as Next Door opened
hers.

Safely inside, Jean slid down until she was sitting on
the floor. Back to the door, knees pulled up, she put
her head down and them and let herself cry in full
force now. Sobbing, nose running.

“Jean?” Scott turned on the light, reaching for his
glasses as he did.

Jean jumped up, smoothed her clothes, trying to make
herself look at least a little presentable before he
opened his eyes. “I didn’t know you were home,” she
said unnecessarily. “I thought you were on a date.”

“I thought you were on one, too.” He patted the
couch. “Sit down. Tell me about it.” He handed her
a tissue.

“I must look terrible.”

He shook his head. “You always look beautiful.” He
hugged her. “So, what happened with Grant tonight?”

“It’s over.”

“I’m sorry, Red.”

“Me, too. I thought we were good together, you know?
I thought this might be it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I thought it was going
to last, too.” He stroked her hair. She leaned on
his shoulder. “You two seemed like such a great
couple. Plenty in common. He took the mutant thing
in stride. And the gay roommate,” he added, with a
smile.

“He said he was glad you’re gay. He was worried about
competition at first, glad to find out it wasn’t like
that between you and me.” She sobbed again. “Shit.
Even my mother liked him, and she *never* likes any of
the guys I go out with. And – not to be shallow or
anything – but aside from you, Grant’s the best
looking guy I know.”

“He’s hot.”

“Yeah, hot. Hot for Anneliese Schneider,
unfortunately, not me.”

“The micro TA?” She nodded. “Well, he’s got no
taste, then. You’re better looking, smarter, funnier.
An all-around better person.”

“I tried to ignore it,” she said, sniffing. “I mean,
he wasn’t cheating on me. Not that he wouldn’t if he
could, but she’s married. Happily. And I just tried
to tell myself there’s nothing wrong with him being
attracted to other people. It’s not fair to expect a
guy not to even *think* about other women, is it?”

“You’re the only woman I ever think about,” he
replied. It made her laugh, which is what he’d
wanted. “You’re right, though. It’s probably hard
being with a telepath."

"I know! Sometimes I wish I'd never developed
telepathy. It was easier just being telekinetic, I'll
tell you." She smiled a little.

"So, he’s got a bit of a crush on the teacher.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, just because he
thinks about her.”

“Every time we have sex? I swear, he can’t get it up
unless he closes his eyes and pretends I’m her. He’s
obsessed.” She blew her nose and continued. “I told
him so. And then he got mad and said I’d been
eavesdropping on him. It’s not like I’m doing it on
purpose! He’s broadcasting so loud I can’t ignore it.
Believe me, I don’t *want* to know my boyfriend is
thinking about some other woman right while he’s
making love to me.”

“I believe you.”

“Well he didn’t. Or maybe it was just an excuse to
break up with me.” She took another tissue from the
box and wiped her eyes. “What happened with Tim?”

Scott shrugged “He wanted to see my eyes.”

“He didn’t know?”

“Yeah, he knew. I told him when I met him. I’m not
getting dumped by some guy I liked when he finds out
I’m a mutant. Not again. I tell them right up front
now.”

“So, if you told him...”

“Well, there’s telling. And then there’s showing.”
He looked away. “And maybe I didn’t tell him really
clearly anyway," he added sheepishly. I *liked* Tim.
I didn’t want to scare him off. So I told him I’m a
mutant, yes. And explained about optic blasts, sort
of. Downplayed it a bit. I don’t think he realized
how dangerous I am,” he added, with a sour smile. She
squeezed his hand. “So he wanted a demo and I gave
him one. End of story. End of Tim.”

“I’m sorry, Scott.”

“Yeah, me too.” She hugged him. “Hey, we still have
each other,” he told her, smiling.

He’d said it before. They both had. But this time
she looked at him when he said it. Really looked at
that perfect face – cheekbones to die for, such a
kissable mouth. So, she kissed him, leaning in to
brush her lips against his.

He kissed her back. It started out friendly, like all
the hugs and cuddles and snuggling together watching
movies on the couch they’d done. But it turned into
something different. He pulled her close, slid his
tongue between her lips. She sucked on it, pushed her
whole body against his. And she felt him getting
hard, pressed against her.

Jean broke off the kiss, pulled away. Sitting there
on the couch she looked at him with something
approaching wonder. “You were thinking about kissing
me.”

“I *was* kissing you.”

“I know. But you were thinking about that, about me.
And you were...” She looked away.

“I know.” He took her by the chin, turned her head
back to him.

“Scott, have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“Never.”

“Do you want to give it a try?”

He nodded and smiled. “Yeah,” he said, “I do.”


Mo
Mofic Website: http://mo.fandomnation.com/fic/
www.livejournal.com/users/mofic

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