Entry tags:

chamber, iceman

Log: Iceman and Chamber (part 1 of 2)
Who: Bobby Drake and Jono Starsmore
When: October 2007 (super-backdated!)
Where: Bobby Drake's room at Xavier's School
What: movie watching
Status: complete
Rating: NC-17 for scenes in the movie they're watching and for interactions between the two of them.

So it turned out that Bobby is Jono's friend with benefits. The benefits being a DVD player and big television! Bobby'd let Jono use his TV before for watching movies when Bobby wasn't around. Jono wasn't totally sure if Bobby knew what he would watch, or what he was doing while he watched, but Jono didn't muchly care. Bobby let him and that was all that mattered. And now the time had come again. Jono needed the TV. No, really. He needed the TV.

It had started yesterday. Yesterday had been Jono's monthly doctor's visit, which was always a hellish occasion for him. Only this time, there'd been a surprise benefit. When Jono was given time and privacy to give a semen sample, it was typical for him to be given access to a small cabinet full of pornographic materials to 'help' him out. This time, he'd found something new. Not only was it new, but it was freaking good. What little he'd seen of it consisted of a drop dead gorgeous redhead girl getting into situation after situation where she'd get banged by some stud each time. It was graphic, a bit rough, and really, really hot. When he'd gotten his use of it, Jono decided that he really needed to get more use of it. It had blended in nicely with his pile of clothes, and when he redressed at the end of the day, was able to hide it in the back of his pants as he exited the lab.

The frustrating bit of it was not having a DVD player of his own to play it in. So Jono spent the next school day quite frustrated, just waiting for classes to end so he could steal away to Bobby's room (hopefully the popsicle would be away somewhere) and he could have the alone time that he was quite craving.

In fact, Jono was feeling the beginnings of arousal just thinking about the DVD he had in his hand, wrapped up in his jacket. He stopped at Bobby's door, giving a quick knock on it before turning the handle and opening it up. "Popsicle?", he called out, not expecting him to be there.

The day had been a rough one. Not only had Logan made his morning breakfast a living hell, but then Marie got all weird when he tried to get some over the shirt action. Over. The. Shirt. How could he not get over the shirt? It wasn't like he was touching skin or anything. Her hand had been on his undershirt! Why couldn't he get a little top action? This hadn't boded well for Bobby throughout the rest of the day. Even his reality TV couldn't help him - unblurred and all. Turning to his computer, everything was old and stale. He needed some new stuff but was much too lazy to actually make the effort to download it, or even log in to xtube.

Yes, Bobby was a big load of lazy and sexually frustrated. When he heard the knock, Bobby didn't even bother getting up. Dressed in his dorm pants and a tight t-shirt, he looked over at the wood panelling. His arm was over his head, the crown of his head resting in the crook of his elbow. "What, Ashes?" Bobby said looking eyes with Jono before forcibly pushing himself to the far side of the bed. "Your stories didn't Tivo today. The drive is full. You should really empty that shit out once in a while. Don't blame me."

Bad news. Bobby was there. Jono had a surprised look on his face for only a moment, managing to look like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Then he recovered, the mask of indifference settling back onto his features. Jono was still dressed for school, tight and black like usual. He'd been planning on shedding that soon enough, but guess not now. More bad news. Bobby'd managed to screw up his Tivo somehow. Great. Just great. He wasn't mad, it was more like frustrated. And he didn't really blame Bobby for any of it.

"Nothin'", Jono replied to Bobby's question. "Was just gonna watch a movie. Didn't know you were here. Never mind." He played it off like it was no big deal, and he supposed it wasn't. He could find another time, maybe even another place to see it. But he really had wanted to watch the thing now. It was a shame.

"Hey wait!" Bobby said, mustering the last of his active energy to say it and ave Jono back into the room. "C'mon man. I'm bored as fuck. We can watch it, no problem. Better than these reruns." He's seen this Top Chef about six times anyway. Someone burned the crab cakes and it was all over from there. "Do me a favor? Lock the door. You're like...the only person I can stand at the moment." Bobby reached into his desk drawer - the deep one that was for books or science projects. He pulled out a bottle of wine and a cork screw. "You any good at opening this shit? I end up getting frustrated and freezing the shit." He tossed the bottle on his bed, the screw clinking against the bottle as Bobby settled back down.

"You goin' to a funeral or something? Christ man, we need to put some fuckin' color in your clothes. Sometimes I think you're death in tight jeans. Sunglasses of night and stuff." Not that it really mattered to Bobby, he just liked ribbing his friend. "C'mon. Stay for a while? I'm booOoOOored." That was Bobby's best attempt at pleading. "Gimme the movie and I'll put it in. I don't want you touching my shit anymore. Last time you were in here, fuckin' thing was stuck until I got a butter knife." Oh yeah, Bobby knew but he wouldn't say anything.

Jono paused his exit at Bobby's asking. He was surprised when Bobby suggested they watch it together. Obviously, the cold one had no clue what Jono had. Jono was about to tell him to forget about it when he had a thought. Why the hell not? If Bobby really didn't mind, why the hell not? What's the harm in it? Jono moved to the door, turning the lock on it. He found that a bit ironic as he always locked the door when he was in there with a movie. He was lucky Bobby'd never come back before it was over and tried to get in. Jono knew that would have pissed bobby off something bad, but it would have been worth it to have those extra few moments to pull his pants on before Bobby came busting in.

Jono gave a short laugh as Bobby pulled out a bottle of wine and a corkscrew. "Wine? Serious, mate?", he said, moving over to it. There was a hint of teasing there, but only a hint as Jono knew as well as anyone that at their age they were lucky to get whatever they could for alcohol, even if it was wine and not something stronger. Jono set to work opening the bottle up as he listened to Bobby bitch about his wardrobe. Jono tossed the jacket and movie onto the bed as he worked, getting it open without too much hassle. "Got cups, or we taking turns chugging?" Jono didn't mind sharing a bottle if it came to that.

"I'm stayin', quitcher bitchin'", Jono said good naturedly as he picked the movie back up, handing it over to Bobby. "Don'chu dare fuck this up. It's from the lab, I gotta sneak it back down there when I go next month. And I don't know what you're talking about with that other movie, total bullshit." He was lying about that one. Jono did usually try to be courteous enough to not mess on anything of Bobby's, but accidents do happen. The thought of Bobby knowing about it, there was something arousing about that, though Jono didn't give it much thought. "Put it in already", he said as he pulled an extra pillow and blanket down to the floor, moving them so he could have his back against the side of the bed and his legs stretched out in front of him.

"What I got's what I got. if you don't want any of it, open the shit up for me and quiet yourself. Consider it payment for letting you whore out my system because you don't believe in fucking television. Damn more entertaining than the guitar," Bobby murmured, mostly to himself. "No cups, what do you think this is, the Ritz? You can drink after me. Not like you don't want my junk in your mouth anyway," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. He didn't know that to be a fact, but he had an inkling about it. Because...who didn't want him? besides his girlfriend, that was. Fucking inability to touch or let him get some over the shirt action.

"If this's from the lab, I don't want to see the camera up your ass or anything. I have hard enough time since I saw you shovel that whole pie into your face. Fuckin' cherry blood everywhere." Bobby still had nightmares about that. Cherry juice and crust everywhere. Getting up, Bobby opened the nondescript box and put the disc in, moving back to the bed and getting comfortable. He looked down at Jono and took a swig from the bottle. "Dude, you too good to sit on the bed with me? Don't worry, no feelin' up's been done on this bed." Unfortunately. "Getcher ass up here or you don't get any wine. Where the fuck's the remote?" Another swig and Bobby set the bottle on his desk, rummaging under the papers for it. The television was still tuned in to Top Chef, and there were the burning crab cakes. "Fucking shit! Why can't I find anything in this fucking room?"

"I didn't say I didn't want any", Jono said, quickly changing his tune. "Jus' don't backwash, is all I ask, and I won't either." He left the comment about Bobby's junk alone, chalking it up to Bobby being frustrated about lack of girlfriend action. That was pretty common news around the school.

When Bobby mentioned the pie, Jono smirked. He vaguely remembered that, it was a time he was massively wasted on something and had gotten insanely hungry. They joked about it now, and Jono twisted Bobby's words, saying, "What's that, you got hard watching me eat pie?" He gave a small laugh about it as he picked up the pillow he'd just thrown to the floor, tossing it back up to the bed as Bobby was putting the movie in. "Jus' tryin' to get comfortable", Jono said, pulling the blanket back up to the bed as well. He would have made a comment about not being surprised about the lack of action on Bobby's bed, but he really didn't want to rub it in. Bobby was in a shitty situation, and Jono did feel a bit bad for him about it.

Jono was about to sit down on the bed when he saw Bobby looking for the remote. "Forget that, that'll take all night." Jono moved to the TV, changing the channel by hand until it was where it needed to be. Then he pressed the menu button on the player, waiting a few moments for the menu screen to come up so he could hit play. "Don't worry about it, I got it. It'll be starting up in a sec. Take a seat and chill. An' pass me that bottle soon as you're done with it. I could use a turn with it." By the time he'd finished saying all that, the title screen came up. Jono pressed the play button and stepped back until he felt the bed against the back of his legs, taking that as his cue to sit down.

"My room, my wine, my backwash. Deal with it or not." Not that he would backwash, because that would probably freeze the rest of the wine and the last thing he really wanted was wine slushy. It just didn't sound good at all. "Keep your spit to yourself."

When the video cued up, Jono was blocking the screen and he couldn't see what it was. "This better not be some lame ass Matrix movie." Bobby had already seen all of those. Once Jono sat down, Bobby adjusted himself and his seating position. He looked at the screen and took another sip, pushing it outward toward Jono. The actor screen popped up. Debby Goesdowner....Muscle Hulk....Peter Nocrampton. Dizzie Titties. "What the fuck?" Bobby said quietly, his eyes looking at the screen, totally rapt. "Dude...this...isn't the first one, is it?" He glanced at Jono, watching him watch the screen. "Better than reruns," he said bluntly, waving with his hand for the bottle.

Jono sat back on the bed, moving the pillow behind him so it was up against his back just right. "Tha's better", he said to himself, stretching his long legs out. It seemed a little odd sitting next to Bobby when they were going to watch a porno, but if Bobby was that open and inviting about it, then Jono'd go along with it. He laughed when Bobby made the Matrix comment, thinking he was joking as he'd surely noticed the title on the DVD when it had been handed to him, even if the writing on it was a little faded looking. "No, not Matrix, much more mindblowing than that", he said.

He took the bottle, subtly looking at it for signs of backwash as he brought it up to his lips. Satisfied that there was none, or close enough, he took a long swig of it. As he did so the actor's names showed on screen and there was no mistaking Bobby's reaction. Jono's bottle hand moved back down, setting it on the bed. His eyes moved to the side, gauging Bobby's reaction. He was surprised, obviously, but didn't look pissed about it. To the comment about not the first one, he answered, "Sure as 'ell couldn't watch it in the common room, now could I?" Jono passed the bottle back to Bobby when the guy motioned for it.

"Much better'n reruns", Jono agreed as the movie itself started. It was a car wash scene and while the main character was clothed at this point, little was left to the imagination even from the first moment as she was already well drenched with soap and water, probably the fault of the bronzed, muscular stud on the other side of the car who didn't look to be wearing much of anything either. Jono's hand twitched, by habit he was about to move it over and rest it in his lap, but stopped himself for the moment, not sure what the protocol was with Bobby here beside him. He didn't want to do anything to set off the guy's anger and blow this while thing.

"The Matrix was a sack of shit," Bobby said quietly, his eyes staring at the screen. His eyes shifted between the redhead and the guy with the tip of his cock hanging out of his short shorts. The frayed edge was brushing against his head as the camera zoomed in - as if the viewer hadn't seen it before. of course, when it came to porn people really shouldn't have to think. Bobby took the bottle back distractedly, his fingers brushing against Jono's before he took it. Without looking away from the screen, Bobby pushed the bottle mouth against his chin before moving it up to his mouth. He took a deep sip. Switching the bottle to his left hand, Bobby kept the bottle close to his lips as he let his right hand meander to his lap. Luckily, he wasn't wearing any underwear - figuring that going to bed early would be a good idea.

This was better. He watched as the guy worked his way around the car from the back, ending up beside the girl and grabbing her breasts, the sponge pouring water over both of them. "You dirty wank. That was the stiffness I felt a couple months ago." Not that he cared, taking another sip as his hand ground deeper into his thinly-clothed crotch. "Shit's hot. Maybe I need to go down there more often." The lip of the bottle hit against the wall before Bobby took his eyes from the screen, righting it and pushing it toward Jono. The tight pants didn't help him. "Look pretty uncomfortable there, champ."

Jono nodded in agreement about the Matrix. "Had a decent start, but it went down hill from there", he critiqued. He hoped this movie would be much different from that. From what little he'd seen before, his hopes were high. Jono's eyes and attention were at the screen now that the movie was starting. The panning in and out to accentuate the actor and actress' best features was appreciated by Jono. He was oblivious to all else for right now, watching the two on the screen starting to interact. Most of the interaction was with actions not words, which was one of the things that had made Jono decide this was a good one. They weren't even trying for plot. It was just sex, sex, and some more sex. The woman ground herself up against the man, the camera zooming into her ample breasts once again. He helped her off with her shirt, and they popped right out. The man began to soap them up as she worked on sliding his shorts down, freeing his cock, one the size that is rarely seen outside of the porn industry.

"Uh?", Jono said at first when Bobby spoke up. "Oh. Yeah. Glad you approve", he said of the movie. He wasn't going to comment about the stiffness, though the thought of it, that Bobby had been sleeping on Jono's spilled seed, was a hot, dirty thought that Jono might have to store away for use later. He flinched when the bottle hit his arm from Bobby passing it to him. Jono finally let his eyes break from the screen for a moment to take it. That was when he noticed where Bobby's hand was and what it was doing, slowly working into his crotch, the outline of what he was clutching pretty clearly visible. That was enough to get Jono's attention. Not that he blamed Bobby. Jono was stiff as hell himself already, a position that was very frustrating due to the tight pants he insisted on wearing. Jono took the drink, taking a quick swig of it, not caring about the drink so much anymore, what with the porn on (and off) the screen to watch.

When Bobby mentioned Jono looking uncomfortable, Jono took that as an opportunity. "Fuckin' am", he agreed. "Care'f I make m'self more comfortable?" Bobby could tell him to fuck off and that'd be okay, but Jono had to ask.

"Yeah..." Bobby said, not real sure what he was saying yes too. Some things during a porno were supposed to be short and sweet.He took the bottle back, another sip and then he set it on his desk, rather hastily, the bottle knocking against the desk before finally settling down away from the edge. He licked his lips and watch the redhead move down, turning her body and getting on her knees. He cheek brushed against the cock before her lips enveloped it. "Getting kind of hot in here," Bobby said. He knew that Jono knew it was a lie, but it was an excuse for him to take off his shirt. Closing his eyes, Bobby's fingers found the hem of his shirt and he pulled it up over his head.

His right hand went back to his crotch, kneading at his steadily-inflating dick. "Shit..this stuff needs to be available to everyone." Bobby watched the screen for a long moment, watching the girl take the full, thick shaft into her mouth. His legs unfolded under him, spreading out a bit so he could get a little more freedom. "What huh?" Bobby said, turning his head to look at Jono. "Yeah man, free the beast. I'm free ballin'. Never though I'd get some entertainment like this." His fingers undid the button on his dorm pants, fingers sliding inside just a bit. "...Take yours out, I'll do the same." Bobby was challenging Jono, eyes working down to his friend's crotch, seeing the outline of his cock. His legs moved out a bit more, his calf touching Jono's. Glancing back at the screen, he didn't move away.

Jono passed the bottle back to Bobby when he reached for it, eyes moving back to the screen. The redhead was deepthroating the stud now, the camera giving very nice closeups of the action of her bobbing on his thick rod, his balls slapping her chin. It took all Jono's restraint to be not touching himself over this action. When Bobby's bottle made some noise being set down, Jono looked over again, seeing that Bobby was getting into it too. When Bobby mentioned the heat, Jono agreed with a nod. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bobby pulling his shirt off. Jono felt like doing the same. It was hot, but the heat had nothing to do with temperature.

When Jono asked his question and heard Bobby's reply, he wasted no time. His hands went to his belt buckle, unclasping it, then pulling the zipper down. His brief-sheathed package sprung out like clothes from an overpacked suitcase. Jono felt relief, sighing deeply as he already felt more comfortable. When Bobby challenged him to the next step, Jono was a little surprised, though he supposed he shouldn't have been. Who could watch this and not jerk off? Because that was certainly what this was leading to. "Fine by me", Jono replied coolly. His hands first went to his shirt, peeling it off and dropping it to the floor. He them moved them to his pants, wriggling out of them and sliding them off his legs, showing a pair of skinny but muscular and fairly hairy legs. His dark grey briefs were still on. He paused at this point, looking back up at the movie. He finally let a hand move overtop himself as he watched the guy get blown. The man on screen pushed the woman's face away after another moment and just after, he shot all over her tits. "Fuck me, that's hot", Jono said reverently, watching the cum soaked redhead.

When he felt something against his leg, his attention was drawn back to Bobby, whom he could see was getting his hand into his pants. Jono'd committed to what Bobby had suggested and as there was a brief lull in the action, he moved his thumbs up to his waistband and under. He looked to the screen, the scene changing to a locker room, where the same redhead had just wandered into by accident. The room was occupied by men, of course, one naked, facing his locker to give a prime view of his bubble ass while another was towel clad and wet, emerging from what was supposed to be the shower room. The woman, who was wearing a sports bra and short shorts looked coyly surprised. "From good to better", Jono murmured to himself, starting to slide the briefs down, his foot knocking against Bobby's lightly as his legs moved.

Fine by him? Bobby's eyes went between the screen and Jono, anticipating the other removing his pants. The sounds brought his attention back to the screen, fingers digging in a bit deeper into his scrotum. This was really the first time that Bobby had ever watched porn with another guy. Not that he had ever been opposed to it, but...it was still kind of weird. Porn was usually used to either get chicks in the mood or to work over his own skin flute - the raunchy soundtrack providing the sound. When Jono pulled his shirt off, Bobby chuckled a bit - checking out the pale skin. He hand snapped up, the back of his palm slapping against his friend's right pec. "Fuckin' pale as midnight with a full moon," Bobby chided, his hand resting for a moment before sliding down Jono's chest, situating itself on his groin again, attention back on the screen.

"That's the kind of ass you get from working out," Bobby said, slightly proud. His was better, but he clammed up after that. Glancing down as Jono brushed him, his eyes went back to Jono's waist, his face screwing into slight disgust. What the hell? He looked back at the screen, trying to unsee what he had seen, hand cupping his junk and pulling it out of the hole. His cock had a curve to it, heavy balls weighing him down as his cock tip rested in his belly button. "You wearin' a condom?" He asked quietly, his leg shifting some, ankle hooking over Jono's as he bent his body down some into the mattress.

Jono was very much turned on by now, both by the on-screen action and by the fact that he was sharing the moment with someone else. There was a thrill to it, and it wasn't like Jono was expecting anything other than them both getting off to the porno, but that enough was an exhilarating thought. He slowly slid the briefs down, shimmying them down, unintentionally bumping against Bobby's leg as he got them off. His cock was pointed straight up as he sat up for a second to remove the briefs altogether. His head could barely be seen from the folds of foreskin around it, but the size was decent, the girth impressive. As Jono laid back down, he moved his hand back to himself, giving a quick squeeze to his nuts before letting his hand rest on himself.

The playful slap Bobby'd given him a few moments ago, he felt as if he could still feel that touch. It was one that had gotten a reaction from him to be sure, though his hand and briefs had covered it at the time. Jono nodded at the ass comment. Coming from Bobby, it could have been simple athletic appreciation, but Jono had a feeling there was more to it than that. And there probably was, as Bobby seemed to be enjoying this movie as much as Jono, a movie so far that only had one female appearance, but several male ones. Speaking of which, Jono's attention was back to the TV for a moment until movement to his side caught his side, and without moving his head, he glanced over. Bobby was freeing himself. It was a good length, much like his own, but cut like most people in this country seem to have it. Bobby had a lighter color of hair to him down there than Jono's own coarse black ones, and Jono gave silent appreciation to the sight.

When Bobby's ankle hooked over his, Jono's cock did twitch noticeably that time. He hoped the other guy hadn't noticed. "Am I wot?", Jono asked. "No." What, was Bobby not even looking his way? Or was he that ignorant about sizes and shapes and lack of cuts? "Don't worry", Jono said, suspecting he knew what this was about. "I won't mess on anything." He looked back to the screen, his hand starting to knead lightly and subtly against himself as he watched the two now naked studs make a sandwich of the redhead.

The ankle moved off of Jono's, the other's boniness getting to him, making it uncomfortable. Slowly, though, Bobby adjusted himself on the bed, moving just a bit closer as he lifted his ass and pulled down his boxers. He exhaled gratefully as the material got down to his knees, his cock snapping dully back against his stomach. Lifting his legs up in the air, probably blocking the view of the television for a moment, Bobby brought his legs toward him, pushing the boxers off deciding to be playful. He threw them lightly at Jono, managing to make them land on the guy's head. Oh yeah, covered in ball sweat - Jono should get a good laugh out of that.

Watching the guys sandwich the redhead, Bobby let one of his hands go to his balls, bouncing them around a bit in his hand, the other hand lightly brushing his shaft. Hell no he didn't want to cum too quickly. Where would the fun be in that? Glancing over at Jono, he s hook his head. "Naah, not worried 'bout you makin' a mess. Not like have haven't smelled it before." Like on Bobby's sheets...under his nose...when he went to sleep and woke up. Until he had become unlazy and his own stiffness had roughed up the sheets on his own. Then it was time to clean them. "No...I meant...what's with all the skin? British people don't have cock heads?" A moan brought his eyes back to the screen, legs spreading some, feeling Jono's kneecap against his own.

"Too bad Jean's kind of old....and a telepath. I could see her doin' something like this if she were less classy." Bobby's hand squeezed at the base of his cock, drawing his hand up. Looking down, he noticed the first clear liquid diamond of pre and swiped his thumb over it, working it against his skin.

Jono had been intrigued when Bobby's ankle rested over his own. What was that? Here he'd just shed the last of his clothing, the last thing he'd expected was for Bobby to come into contact with him. Maybe he was just that horny, Jono wondered to himself. Or just being playful or teasing. One never knew with Bobby. So Jono felt a bit relaxed when the leg moved again. With all the movement that was getting Jono's attention here and there, it was a little difficult to concentrate on the movie, but he wasn't going to complain. Next thing he knew, there was more movement as Bobby was finishing kicking off his clothes. His eyes were back to the screen for the moment when clothing suddenly blocked his view and the deep smell of the garment got into his nose.

"Wot th'ell, Drake!", he said loudly but with a laugh in his voice. He turned onto his side toward Bobby as he pulled it off and tossed the boxers back over at him, the material sliding across his chest and falling onto the end of the bed. When he'd moved to toss them at Bobby, his length had slid to the side as well, and when Jono laid back down as he had been, it was lying at something of an angle across him, the head of it pointed toward Bobby.

His hands were off himself for the moment as he watched the action of the screen, the camera zooming in again to the men's boners pressed on against the woman on either side of her. Jono snorted when Bobby commented about the smell. It wasn't like Jono didn't have to deal with Bobby's smell when he used the room. But he didn't mind that either, kinda helped set the mood in a way. Jono laughed at the comment about his dick, saying, "Don'cha know anything? Got one, and all m'skin t'boot." At the knee knock, his attention went back to Bobby for a second, glancing over, seeing both the guy's hands on himself. Nice. Jono took his own length in his hand, taking a tight grip around the top of it and moving his hand downward to his base. He brought his other hand in, smoothing it over himself, coaxing his head from its sheath.

He moved one hand back off, not intending to be putting on a show of his own or anything, and he let the other hand relax on top of himself for now. He was stimulated enough by the video alone, he didn't need any hand help right now. At mention of Jean, Jono got a wicked smile on his face for a moment. "God, yes. I could see 'er havin' a nasty side to her. She'd be a fine sight all in black leather."

Bobby laughed, watching Jono take a big whiff of his swamp crotch and then throwing them back. Bobby didn't even bother trying to catch them. He let them slide over him and land on the floor. They would probably still be there a week later. His eyes watched Jono shift, watched the way his dick moved over the pale skin of his hip. It stood out, being just a shade darker, Bobby thinking for a split second that he saw something inside the extra skin but didn't comment. "You know you liked it, wanker," he said, the last word getting his best (which was terrible) British accent. Okay, so many jacking off with someone wasn't that bad. At least it staved off the ejaculation part. His eyes continued to flick between the screen and Jono, watching him pull the skin back, the head exposing itself. "Swiss Army dick," Bobby muttered, settling in and turning his attention back to the screen.

The redhead was bent over the bench in the locker room now, her tits sliding on either side of it as a guy shoved his dick in her puss - or maybe her ass, Bobby couldn't tell, forcing the girl to deep throat the other guy. He stopped stroking himself, one hand moving behind his head, adding a little softness between the wall and his hair. The fingers on his right hand moved over the dusting of hair on his thigh, his thumb stroking the side of his shaft, edging himself gently. Catching his rod with his thumb, Bobby angled it so the slit was facing Jono, Bobby having decided to pay a little attention to that side. He felt a bead form on his slit but didn't bother catching it this time, letting it fall onto his hip and slide down the outside of his leg, drying before it hit his bedspread.

"Don't think about it too hard, or Jean'll swim into your dreams and fuck your shit up." Not that it had ever happened to Bobby, but he tried to not think too loudly about the teachers. He had already gotten some looks from her when they had passed and he was thinking about freezing Logan solid. Not so much a bad look, just an amused 'that would never happen, kid' look. Which, had made Bobby leave the room hastily, saying something about powers. He knew Jean never entered a mind without anyone's permission, but he'd heard talk while eaves dropping that Jean was becoming stronger, and sometimes she just couldn't help what happened.. "Seen her in leather, head to toe once or twice. Damn near creamed my uniform."

As Jono had been showing himself off for that moment, he had noticed that Bobby had indeed been paying attention. He thought it interesting, though they'd teased back and forth about stuff before, Jono had never expected Bobby to be in this situation with him that they were right now, nor to be enjoying it so much. He laughed at the wanker comment, making a face at the bad accent. "Nothin' different than what I smell every time I set foot in this room. Don' think you've ever heard of air fresheners." When he was called a 'swiss army dick', Jono smirked, but didn't comment right away. "Tha's probably not funny. You know there's probably some poor mutant bloke out there who really has one."

He looked back at the TV, he hadn't come here to chat it up with Bobby after all! He'd missed a little bit apparently, because now the woman was being banged fiercely from both ends. The man with his cock in her mouth had a fistful of her red hair, pulling at it as he deepthroated her. The view panned from a close up of the action he was getting, across her body, focusing on her hanging, wobbling tits, over to the action she was getting from behind, the guy getting her from that end making some really screwed up facial expressions trying to convey massive effort.

He looked back at Bobby as Jean was mentioned and discussed, his eye catching the sight of Bobby's cockhead. He had to admit, circumcision was an aesthetically pleasing sight, but he wouldn't trade what he had. He looked at it just at the right moment as a large bead of pre seeped out and fell. His brow furrowed a little bit and at a second look could see that Bobby was leaking pretty freely. Jono wasn't that far along yet, not that it was a race or anything. "Yah keep that up, we're gonna haveta build ourselves an ark", he joked. About Jean, he added, "That would've been a great sight." He thought about not thinking about her too hard. Maybe if he did, she'd show up at his door dressed that way. No, he knew better. She'd just catch the thought with her name in it, and maybe follow it to find two boys jacking it together to a porn. Not a good idea for her to know about that.

Jono's hand went back to his sac, kneading it over, giving it a tug downward as he looked back to the on screen action. The camera was zoomed in on the thick cock working in and out of the woman's rear. A moment later, it slid all the way out, and the camera zoomed out just enough to show him unloading all across the back, some of it even making it into her hair. "Damn", Jono whispered, giving his cock an appreciative squeeze with his other hand, starting to knead at it again.