|Darius Alexander Summers (dasummers) wrote in utr_logs,|
@ 2008-12-04 09:44:00
|Entry tags:||alex summers, darius summers, jean grey, lorna summers, scott summers (x-men evolution)|
Who: Darius and Scott, later joined by Lorna, Alex, and Jean
When: last night
Warnings: All of them. tl;dr
Darius was sitting on a park bench close to the portkey, playing Snake on his cell phone. He was looking forward to hanging out with Scott, and tonight seemed like it would be a lot of fun. He just hoped he wouldn't get too drunk and embarrass himself.
Scott smiled as he pulled up, grinning.
"Hey, sourpuss, get a move on. Time to go and get drunk, chat about girls and hide from family."
Darius tuck his tongue out and stowed his phone, rising to his feet. "Seems like you've been doing a good job of that without me."
He stretched a little, and got into the car. "So, where are we going to get drunk?"
"Hey, now... I'm just trying to survive this madness..."
"I know a place near the compound, good drinks, good eye candy, and no driving home drunk problems."
"Can't say I blame you, sometimes."
Darius nodded in approval at Scott's plan and sat for a bit, just relaxing.
Until his pants pocket started to play 'I Wanna Rock'. He looked sheepish and pulled his phone out, hitting the ignore button and turning it off.
"Stupid telemarketers. Don't know how they got my cell number."
Scott chuckled as he drove, taking the turns casually, knowing this area pretty well.
"How was the day of madness?"
"Beside threatening to cut Rose open with a turkey slicer? Not bad. Sophie caught something or other on fire, and Logan was. . . Logan, with backup from Rose. I think Quentin and Esme were the only ones that didn't make me shake my head a lot."
He was rather fond of his baby sister.
"Sounds like fun."
"We should invite Quentin along sometime. Might as well meet the other odd man in this merry dance."
"Yeah. Can't let a fellow costumed hero sit around moping."
Quentin wasn't that mopey, really, but it was only a matter of time with Sophie being the way she was. "I don't think any of us have a snowball's chance in hell at a normal life."
"True. Hopefully, this Holiday season will be more peaceful from now on."
"Hope so, but I doubt it. Holidays tend to bring out the worst in people."
It was a thing. "But I'll be happy if I can avoid anymore major tantrums."
"Me too. I would just like a quiet few weeks."
He nodded and lapsed into silence.
"It'll be weird, making a life here."
Scott blinked, but then nodded again.
"Yeah. It's... full of strange and yet good."
"Yeah. It's wierd, but nice, walking into an interview an standing on my own merit instead of my family's."
"Good! How is that going, by the way?"
He grinned, hopeful for his friend.
"Could be better, could be worse. I haven't hit on anyone else's secretary. But a lot of them look at Emma's income and tell me there are people who need the money more. Which I guess is true."
"I can understand that. I wish I knew a good source of money, but most would probably say the same thing."
Darius shrugged. "I'll just repay Emma if that's how it's going to be. No big deal."
"Whatever it takes, dude. Sometimes, you have to take a road you don't want to, in order to achieve what you do."
"Did you just call me Dude?"
There was mock horror in his voice.
"It's so. . retro."
He shook his head. "Slang will change before the year I was born."
"Oh. Sorry. It was in style in my universe."
He offered a smile.
"Don't worry about it. I just didn't expect it."
He looked out the window. "How much farther?"
"Just around the corner..."
They turned and there was the bar.
It was a better than dive kind of place, and Scott was glad to be there
with a friend.
Darius eyed it. "It'll be weird drinking in a bar. I guess Genosha must have a lower drinking age."
He approved. At eighteen he'd seen a lot of stuff that would make most adults need therapy for a long time.
"A lot of stuff is easier and better here, now that the Rogans are doing their thing."
He nodded and led his way in, ordering a beer as they stepped inside.
The tender nodded them to a booth where they would not be disturbed.
"Not a lot, but enough that they know me, and know I am a hopeful, and just like being left in peace. They keep the idiots away."
"Why- Oh yeah, the glasses."
He looked sheepish for a moment. "Keep forgetting most people aren't used to them."
He smiled. tipping his drink to Darius.
"Thank you. That... that is worth a lot, actually. Just keep on forgetting."
Darius laughed a little at that.
"So how's the dating thing going?"
"Mostly... okay? I have no idea what to think of it, really. So far it has been... stressfull. But it seems to be okay. I am hoping to get out and actually see others, but for now, my time is limited."
He raised an eyebrow.
"And for you?"
"Not as stressed out as you, apparently. Why are you still in such a stressful relationship? It's not like anyone's worth this much insanity this early in."
"I dunno. Because she is nice. Because even if nothing else happens, friendship is nice, too."
"Guess I can't fault you for that. But don't let it get too bad. Even friendship can be rough with some people."
Scott nodded and raised his glass.
"To finding friendships without complications."
He tapped his bottle against Scott's and took a long drink.
Scott grinned and drank, and was silent for a moment.
"What's next for you?"
"FAFSA. Trying to find grounds to not include Emm on my paperwork. Might go with 'she's not my actual legal guardian' if my conscience will let me."
Other than that, he had nothing. "Try to survive living with the various Frosts."
"Hm. What about proven independance? You worked with the peace corps, yeah? They might have some advice."
"Must be weird, having all of them, and all of us Summerses around too."
"Nah. The AU family thing is kind of expected, now. We don't even blink an eye when another sibling, child, or parent shows up."
"Good. You seem a level headed guy and shocks suck."
"Yeah. Life is weird, sometimes."
He finished his beer, and peered at Scott's. "Want another round?"
"Definitely. Talking about women definitely calls for another round."
Darius snickered. "You're going to need a new liver with that attitude."
But he got two new beers and a basket of pretzels. "How was the Olympic dinner stuff?"
He shook his head and munched some pretzels.
"It went okay, pretty strange, meeting people who knew the man I was supposed to be, but whom I dont know."
"That's always rough. I was in the Air Force when I arrived, and I didn't remember any of the other guys."
"Yeah. Sometimes this whole replacing people thing can be weird, but I like the having a purpose thing."
He downed his drink, eyed it, and ordered another.
"I just didn't want to be forced to kill people for no damn reason."
He eyed his own drink and finished it as well, to save the waitress (there were waitresses?) a trip.
He smiled brightly at her, feeling like a dork for not noticing them earlier.
Several rounds later, they were slowly making their way down the street, having managed to get out of the bar, and around several corners successfully.
"Hmmm, this way. Not too far, now."
Scott nodded, and wavered.
"You said that ten minutes ago." Darius blinked and covered his eyes as a car drove by. "Eeeevil headlights."
His steps were careful and very slow, but he didn't stagger much.
He crossed through the next street and blinked.
"There it is! See. Compound."
He nodded wisely.
Darius shook his head. "You're so fucked up. How many beers were there, again?"
"1---4-- I have no idea. Possibly three."
He unlocked the door and led the way in, headed for the rooms they had there.
Lorna was on her way to the kitchen when she heard the boys. She floated down the hall, blinking a lot.
"Why do you two smell like the inside of a keg?"
Darius blinked at her. "How would you know what that smells like?"
Scott eyed her.
"Lorna has had some interesting adventures."
"She is a nifty person."
"Come on, no way am I letting you two crawl off to bed. It's rare that I see Darius even smile, and I don't get to hang out with you enough, Scott."
She grabbed each boy by the hand and bounced off to the living room, where the liquor cabinet was.
Scott thought, as he followed.
"There should be Hot Chocolate."
"That is definitely doable."
Lorna winked at the boys, laughing a bit. "But no way am I letting either of you around the kitchen implements. Be back in a bit!"
And she bounced off, leaving a bemused Alex in her wake. "What the hell was that all about?"
Scott plopped on the couch.
Alex looked around.
"You are drunk. Hm. Crazy."
"Yeah. You should keep Aunt Lorna away from the kitchen. I fear the results of this." Darius gave his uncle a serious look.
There were a few bangs and the sound of drawers being opened and closed from the kitchen. "Hey, baby, where's the hot chocolate powder?"
Alex wandered into the kitchen.
"Right over there... having fun?"
He leaned on a counter and grinned.
She rifled through the cabinet he'd pointed to. "Mind nuking the milk for me?"
He chuckled and did so.
Meanwhile, Scott was resting on the couch, nearly asleep.
Lorna finished the cocoa with a splash of vodka, and carried the cups and the remaining vodka, bouncnig as she walked, the metal plate they were on remaining perfectly steady.
Darius had slumped on the couch and turned on the tv, which was now playing a commercial for Girls Gone Wild.
Alex just chuckled at her addition and followed her.
Scott perked up at the sight of drinks and half drained his, and then was gasping.
Darius watched Scott drink and siffed his own cup. "Heh. Are you trying to make us vomit in our shoes?"
Lorna snickered, taking a long drink of her vodka. It drained a good portion of the bottle.
Scott shook his head.
"Metabolism wins, no vomitting."
Alex just wandered back toward the kitchen.
Darius stared at Lorna's drinking, eyeing the tv every now and then. "You're not horrfically ofended by the girls gone wild?"
Lorna shook her head. "Nah. They're kinda hot. You should see what Alex and I were watching before you got here."
Scott canted his head.
Lorna blinked, then blushed. "Hey, Alex, where did you toss the remote when you heard the boys come in?"
Erotix wrestling was perhaps the most bizarre thing she'd ever seen, and the urge to share was strong.
Alex blinked, then facepalmed.
"Ah, behind the couch somewhere."
There was a moment of struggle, which contained Lorna bending over the back of the couch between the two boys, her ass wiggling as she searched for the remote.
Scott blinked at it, blinked at Darius, blinked at it again, and shook his head, drinking more hot chocolate.
Scott blinked, looked at her ass, looked at Darius, back at her ass, and took a longer drink.
Darius covered his eyes, wishing his aunt would go back to being normal crazy instead of this strange sexy/crazy.
Lorna wiggled a little more, then pulled herself up. "Here we go!" She scooted down between the boys and turned the movie back on, taking another hearty drink of vodka.
Scott eyed her, gulped, and nodded.
Then his eyes widened.
Darius watched the movie with fascination and horror.
"Those women are. . . wrestling until one of them comes." His voice was full of awe.
"Yep. It's totally hot."
Scott watched and blinked.
"Holy moley. This is possibly...wow."
He shook his head.
"This reminds me of home."
Darius blinked. "I want to move to your world."
That would be hot.
Lorna giggled. "Aaaalex, are you hiding from the porn?"
Alex laughed and wandered in.
"Nope. Are you having fun tormenting the boys?"
Scott just shook his head.
"I wish there were more girls. That looks like fun!"
Darius thought for a minute. "You could always call some other girls, maybe."
She had amazing boobs. He wanted to touch them a lot. But that would be wrong.
Scott facepalmed a lot.
He was just going to sit there, yes.
"Here, my cellphone has girls in it... er, their numbers."
"Ooh, who?" Lorna flipped through the phone, fingers a little wobbly. A call meant for Akima went to Jean instead. By the time Lorna realized this, she was already talking to Jean. "Hi! It's Lorna. You should come over. And bring baby oil."
Scott blinked, mouth open.
Alex was warily watching Lorna, then laughed.
"What? Lorna, are you drunk?" Jean blinked and shook her head, eyeing the time on her clock.
"Totally. Now get your butt over here!' Lorna hung up the phone and bounced over to push Alex on the couch so she could sit on his lap.
Alex sighed and set his rum and coke aside to snuggled and hug LOrna.
"Having fun, dear?"
Scott chuckled as he watched them and the tv.
"You know I am, Sexy."
She kissed him deeply, putting all of herself into the kiss. Darius shifted a little, so he could see the tv.
Alex kissed her back and snuggled her close, wiggling a little. Scott ignored them, utterly, Really.
It took little time for Jean to arrive, and she didn't bother knocking.
I'm coming in. What the hell is going on?
Lorna blinked and beamed. "Did you bring the oil?"
Yes. her mental voice was brimming with curiosity.
Scott was facepalming, and blinking as she came in.
Alex blinked, then laughed.
"Welcome to the strange."
Jean shook her head. "What's going on?"
Lorna hopped up, using her powers to stay steady. "We should wrestle, like on the porn."
Jean blinked a great deal. "WHAT?"
Scott blinked too.
"We are all apparently drunk, and lorna is apparently drunk even more than the rest of us."
Pause as he eyed her.
"Also, you would likely look good in oil."
Jean blushed. "Would it be fun?"
Lorna nodded. "Yep! I'll be gentle!"
Scott boggled. Wow.
"Sounds like fun!"
Darius, who had been pointedly ignoring the insanity until this point, blinked and stared. "Whoa."
A tarp was laid out, and Lorna stripped her clothes off, revealing her sexy underwear, and then her body.
Jean was more hesitant, but soon found herself naked and pouring baby oil on her body until she glistened.
Alex just grinned.
"Yum. Beautiful women in baby oil."
Darius whimpered, adjusting his pants. He turned the tv off, staring at the two beautiful women.
Lorna moved close to Jean, rubbing against the redhead until they were both covered in the oil.
Jean moved Lorna onto the tarp, and then took a breath, grabbing the smaller woman's shoulders and trying to force her down. Lorna keep on her feet, maneuvering as best she could, trying to jerk Jean's legs away, and force the redhead down. There were a few moments of frantic sliding, and then both women lost their feet, falling in a pile together, Jean on top.
Scott watched, and groaned. "Wow, again."
Alex was shivering.
"My wife is the best wife ever."
The girls wiggled and writhed, making noises that made Darius feel as though his pants were shrinking.
Eventually Lorna wound up on top, rubbing her pussy against Jean's. Both women whimpered and groaned, panting heavily. Jean wiggled until she had a hold on Lorna, and pressed her back onto the floor.
Scott's eyes were large behind his glasses.
"Only you, brother."
Darius snickered. "Wow. I'm going to avoid writing for a week after this."
Once Lorna was pinned, Jean used her telekinesis to work the girl's pussy, having gleaned the ruls of the game out of her mind.
Lorna writhed and groaned, then pulled a metal sculpture off a coffee table and reshaped it into a dildo, fucking Jean with it, wanting to win. Soon both women were writhing, each of them trying to be the last to orgasm.
Scott watched and grinned, rubbing the front of his pants, very subtly.his bulge was visible all down his leg.
Alex watched the girls and cheered Lorna on.
Darius was completely distracted, and judging the merit of unzipping his pants. He really wanted to enjoy this, and his stiff new jeans made that diffcult.
Jean 'heard' them, and smirked, undoing all the men's pants and pulling them down around their knees. Lorna giggled and used the advantage to flip Jean on her back, rubbing Jean's clit as the redhead was fucked with the metal dildo.
Scott groaned as he was freed and his cock sprang out to it's full size and extension. His hand went to it automatically, and he moaned as he stroked it.
Alex laughed and stroked his without any self consciousness, noting that Darius was bigger than both he and Scott, though not that much huger than Scott.
Darius was a bit more hesitant to start jerking off, but watching Jean wiggle in apprent abandon was too much and he started stroking his cock.
Jean succumbed to Lorna's hands, coming loudly, body spasming as she was pounded by the dildo.
Scott slowly stroked himself, and watched the women, noting in his peripheral vision the other men doing the same.
Alex shuddered as he watched them, and grinned.
Lorna let Jean stand, and the girls laughed together. Lorna motioned toward the ground, smirking widely.
"It's nice to meet you, Jean."
"Now that you've been formally introduced."
Jean laughed as she shook her head. "I swear it's something in the air her. Enjoying the show?"
Lorna wiggled and bounced over to kiss Alex. "You're next, baby."
Scott was stroking his cock, and it was hard and long.
"Yes, yes i am."
Alex just kissed Lorna hard and groped her freely.
Jean pulled Lorna closer with her telekinesis, planting the younger girl on the floor. Jean bent down on all fours, displaying her ass and pussy to Scott.
Would you like a more private rendezvous later?
Darius groaned, rubbing his cock lightly still. "We need to get drunk more often, Scott."
Scott was groaning and stroking himself, shuddering, mind very drunk.
Yes, Jean, please.
To hell with waiting four dates. One night of sex would not kill him.
She smirked and lapped at Lorna's pussy with a will, her ass wiggling as she licked and sucked the younger woman, more arroused than she'd expected to be with the smooth, hairless skin of her lips and vulva, the warm wetness of it feeling very erotic against her lips, and the curious texture of hte skin interesting against her tongue.
Darius watched as Jean wiggled and Lorna writhed, stroking himself faster. "Oh my God."
Scott found himself rising to orgasm quickly, watching all of this, and lookign forward to later. As he came, he groaned.
Alex chuckled, watching and stroking himself as well. He loved watching Lorna in action.
Darius whimpered and continued to stroke himself, still getting used to his new size.
Lorna wiggled and panted, groaning loudly, informing the entire neighborhood how good the oral sex felt. Jean started using her telekinesis to thrust into Lorna, making the younger woman squeal and beg.
Which pushed Darius over the edge, making him finally come.
Alex handed Darius and scott towels, to clean up, using one himself, and watching the girls as he did so.
Lorna groaned loudly, grinding up against Jean's mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" She shivered and jerked, coming under Jean's tongue.
Darius cleaned himself up, shivering. He was maybe going to have to move into the compound.
Alex brought towels to the women as well.
"Nice show, indeed."
Scott clapped and helped Jean up, kissing her.
Jean kissed him back, stroking his body. "Let's go, sexy."
Lorna wobbled and held onto Alex. "That was fun. Would you like to come play with us, Darius?"
Darius blinked. "Sure."
Scott led Jean away, as Alex led Darius and Lorna away.
And it was a good, if interesting, night.