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cicatrix_zero, Sequel to "Cleanliness" (Ultimate Spider-Man)
Mar. 23rd, 2005 05:18 pmjamjarSequel to Cleanliness, a (rather gratuitous) Ultimate Spider-Man Peter/Logan/MJ
In three parts:
Mary Jane/Logan
It's kind of-- it's this thing where sometimes she can't stop thinking about it, sometimes. Not all the time, thank god, just sometimes. A lot.
She runs into him at the mall. Not literally; she just looks up from the drugstore, sees some guy in a white T-shirt and a cowboy hat looking at her and it takes her a moment for her mind to catch up with her body. *Oh, mama.*
He touches his hat like in a cowboy movie, saunters over. Looks at the lipstick. "Not your colour," he says.
"It's for a friend. She's blonde. Mostly." She puts it in her basket, wishes she didn't because it makes him look down at what she's buying and she has to fight against the instinctive embarrassment. "So, are you in town for work or..." she says brightly.
"Personal," he says.
"Cool." He pushes his hat up and she gets a look at his face. She shifts her shopping basket to the other hand, and he looks down at her chest, reads her T-shirt. His gaze dips a little to her stomach and grins, showing a little bit more tooth then is actually friendly.
"She-- the girl I'm getting the lipstick for- got it for me. She thinks it's funny because Peter's kind of a dork," Mary Jane says.
"'My boyfriend can totally kick your boyfriend's butt.'"
She grins at him. "I keep telling Peter he should get a matching one, but he's strangely reluctant."
"Where's the kid?" He asks. She heads towards the check-out and he keeps pace. He smells a lot cleaner than most of the times she's met him. Still kind of sweaty, but it's hot.
"Work. At the newspaper," she adds. She smiles at the cashier who gives Logan a slow look. "Wanna get a coffee?"
He looks at her, slow and assessing, weighing something she doesn't get. Nods.
Starbucks is mostly empty, and she's a strawberry-and-cream frappucino and a corner table. Logan gets a cappuccino, which surprises her. He seems like an espresso kind of guy.
Her knee knocks his when he sits down and she doesn't know if it'd be stranger to move it or not, so she leaves it there.
"You get into any trouble when you got back?" he says. "With your folks," he adds, and she wonders if he's being deliberately masochistic, or if he's just amused.
MJ makes a face. "Could have been worse. The damage in town, plus the game meant the roads were blocked. We told them we found a place to crash, but--"
She's pretty sure that her mom and Aunt May knew. MJ used to be a lot better at hiding what she was feeling, at not saying what she was thinking, but Peter's been a bad influence on her. Her curfew got a lot stricter, and her mom gets suspicious whenever MJ comes home happier than usual, and it's only justified some of the time.
"I kind of think... I mean part of me feels like I should thank you, or maybe apologise for, I don't know, taking advantage, but I figure you got a lot out of it too, so..." she shrugs.
"Any time," he says. His voice is kind of rough around the edges and familiar. Makes part of her want to do the stomach-in, chest-out lick your lips and flip your hair thing, like she never actually does. "You and the kid woulda worked things out for yourself. Probably. That's what the internet's for."
She looks down, then looks up and grins. "Oh, I know we would've, but... It's-- you know Judy Blume? Or Paula Danziger, or-- all these young teen books, and the girl has sex for the first time, usually 'cause she's pressured, or feels like she should or-- and it sucks. Which happens, because almost anything takes practise, right?"
She's still grinning. Can't help it, even if it makes her look like a huge dork. "And it-- it really didn't suck."
He's smirking, looking amused and she can't see his eyes with his hat tilted like that, but she gets the impression he's raising an eyebrow. "Uh-huh?"
"Pretty much the opposite of sucking," she says, and it's just getting easier to talk the more she does it. She slurps down another bit of strawberries and cream. "And it was..." She shakes her head. "You and Peter were really. Um. Really." She can feel her face getting red and it isn't embarrassment.
Peter/Mary Jane
He's not a complete idiot. If the fact that bad guys generally do aim below the belt wasn't enough to make him invest in some *protection*, the fact that bad girls generally wear stuff like they're going to a party at some club Peter won't be able to get into until he's like, *50*, is.
It doesn't make it comfortable, just kind of, less embarrassing, which is a good thing, because when Mary Jane stops kissing him because she heard an explosion ("Wha?" "Didn't you hear the boom?" "I thought that was you!" "Peter--").
And this sucks, because it's just another wannabe, robbing a *Bath and Body*, for Pete's sake. They're the worst, because as well as being so pathetic it hurts, they're still kind of dangerous, and he gets no credit for stopping them afterwards. No-one ever thanks him from saving them from MechaNick, or Mr Mister and his acid spray.
He gets no love, and when he does, "People like you interrupt it! You couldn't do this, like fifteen minutes later? Or ten, even?" And because he's being honest. "Okay, maybe five would have done it."
"You'll regret meddling in the affairs of the-- kff!"
"Oh, gimme a break," Peter says, rolling his eyes as the guy drops his gun to get the webbing off his mouth. Peter flips by, picks up the gun and has the guy bagged and hanging upside down. He thinks suddenly of Logan, and doesn't know why for a moment, before he realiss that bullets, blood and shampoo are instant triggers and aren't making his jock any more comfortable.
He hangs the gun up on a lamppost -he's learnt his lesson about leaving them on the ground- and hangs under it. "So, did anyone get this guy's name?"
One of the bystanders, a tourist, stops taking pictures. "He kept saying something about downsizing, but I don't know if--"
"Not downsizing, termination! I am the Termination-Man! And you will all--"
"'Termination-Man?' Gee, that's original." Peter rolls his eyes, then realises no-one can see it. He waits until the cops show up and heads back.
MJ is a lot more buttoned up, literally, when he gets back. He takes off his mask and tries to look disappointed, but in a sexy way.
"Anyone we know?"
"Some loser calling himself Termination-Man."
She raises an eyebrow. "That's original."
" That's what I said. Here. The owner gave me these." He tosses her the gift pack. "he was robbing a Bath&Body, and honestly, I think the quality of villains is going way down. Like, they get better weaponry, so they think they don't have to bother with banter or cool code-names anymore." He flops down on the bed, and she joins him, making it bounce a little. He puts his arm around her and she lies on her side, putting her leg over his, using his chest as a pillow. She breathes in.
"You smell kind of--"
"Heroic?"
"Well, sweaty and smoky and like bubble-bath." She breaths in again.
He perks up. "You know, we still have time--"
She snorts. "Forget it. My mom said she'll be back at three, which means she'll be back at two, tops, so she can come home and see if she can catch us, like, having sex in the kitchen."
Ooh, the kitchen. "Like, against the sink?" he says, trying not to sound too hopeful. MJ lifts her head and looks at him.
"Maybe. Or the island." She picks at his top. "You could bring your old costume and I could cut you out of it."
Dude, his girlfriend is *kinky*. Which, okay, he should have known, but it never stops being cool. "That would be--"
"Or you could just, you know, jerk off, and I could watch. I really love looking at you, you know." She's got that look, where she's seeing him and not seeing him, seeing something better and hotter and--
He doesn't whimper. Honest.
"You know, even if she's gonna be back at two, that gives us, like, ten whole minutes. I can-- I won't even need that long, which, thinking about it, I probably shouldn't have said, but--"
She's biting her lip and looking tempting. Tempted. "I--" she shakes her head. "No. And stop looking at me." She sits up, puts her back to him. "I-- uh. Physics. Algebra. History, and not the good bits."
She stands up. "You need to get changed and wash your face.
"You could join me," he says, and yup, definitely veered over from sexy to desperate.
MJ looks at him. "Because that would really get us done in ten minutes." She stops talking and looks at him, then shakes her head. "This isn't easy for me. You come back, smelling like smoke and with bath-stuff and-- don't make this harder. I have to-- I have to be sensible or else I'm only going to see you at school, and the broom cupboard is really uncomfortable."
She's right, which sucks, and not in the good way. "I know. Okay, I'll be good."
She smiles at him. "You always are. That's the problem."
Peter/Logan
The kid smells good. People smell different to Logan before and after-- maybe they give off a different feel, different pheremones, or maybe they just smell different to his nose, but... The kid smells good, a mix of attractive and accessible and affectionate.
Still smells young enough for Logan's conscience to give him a little twinge, but old enough for him to ignore it. He's not young. He's not even young for his age.
The kid looks at him. Suit does nothing to make him look intimidating, make him look like anything other than scrawny and limber, but Logan's getting kinda fond of it. It's not a good sign.
The kid looks around. "Uh, d'you wanna--" Hesitates, swallows. "Uh, have sex. Or something."
Logan smirks. He's had come-ons with less grace, maybe, just not in current memory. Makes him want to say something to watch the kid squirm, feel him get red under his mask. He goes over to him instead, feeling like the good kind of predator. He can smell the effect it's having.
"Depends. What's the 'Or something?"
"Um. Scrabble?" His voice doesn't break, and Logan feels vaguely proud. The kid's mouth moves under the mask. Licking his lips, Logan realises. He could do that for him. Wants to. "But no fruity Canadian spellings, because you use too many letters and--"
Logan pushes the mask up. Is tempted to just cover the mouth, but pulls the whole thing off. Moves his body closer, and lifts his head up a little, so his mouth is a little further from kissing him. The kid's hard, even if the costume doesn't show it, and Logan wants to taste.
The kid tilts his head up, mouth open a little, and probably no idea how he looks.
"This is why I should leave the come-ons to MJ," he's saying. "Because babbling about scrabble and insulting your spelling, is really going to get you to let me--" he blushes, stuttering "--Let me t-touch you on a rooftop."
Logan moves, pressing him against the wall, hands on his waist lifting him up and he's lighter than a lot of the women Logan's been with, but he presses his hands and feet against the walll legs wide, and stays there. Logan moves one hand to feel him, trying to find the edge of the costume.
He kisses him, vaguely pleased when he gets a taste of the kid's girlfriend from his mouth.
End.
In three parts:
Mary Jane/Logan
It's kind of-- it's this thing where sometimes she can't stop thinking about it, sometimes. Not all the time, thank god, just sometimes. A lot.
She runs into him at the mall. Not literally; she just looks up from the drugstore, sees some guy in a white T-shirt and a cowboy hat looking at her and it takes her a moment for her mind to catch up with her body. *Oh, mama.*
He touches his hat like in a cowboy movie, saunters over. Looks at the lipstick. "Not your colour," he says.
"It's for a friend. She's blonde. Mostly." She puts it in her basket, wishes she didn't because it makes him look down at what she's buying and she has to fight against the instinctive embarrassment. "So, are you in town for work or..." she says brightly.
"Personal," he says.
"Cool." He pushes his hat up and she gets a look at his face. She shifts her shopping basket to the other hand, and he looks down at her chest, reads her T-shirt. His gaze dips a little to her stomach and grins, showing a little bit more tooth then is actually friendly.
"She-- the girl I'm getting the lipstick for- got it for me. She thinks it's funny because Peter's kind of a dork," Mary Jane says.
"'My boyfriend can totally kick your boyfriend's butt.'"
She grins at him. "I keep telling Peter he should get a matching one, but he's strangely reluctant."
"Where's the kid?" He asks. She heads towards the check-out and he keeps pace. He smells a lot cleaner than most of the times she's met him. Still kind of sweaty, but it's hot.
"Work. At the newspaper," she adds. She smiles at the cashier who gives Logan a slow look. "Wanna get a coffee?"
He looks at her, slow and assessing, weighing something she doesn't get. Nods.
Starbucks is mostly empty, and she's a strawberry-and-cream frappucino and a corner table. Logan gets a cappuccino, which surprises her. He seems like an espresso kind of guy.
Her knee knocks his when he sits down and she doesn't know if it'd be stranger to move it or not, so she leaves it there.
"You get into any trouble when you got back?" he says. "With your folks," he adds, and she wonders if he's being deliberately masochistic, or if he's just amused.
MJ makes a face. "Could have been worse. The damage in town, plus the game meant the roads were blocked. We told them we found a place to crash, but--"
She's pretty sure that her mom and Aunt May knew. MJ used to be a lot better at hiding what she was feeling, at not saying what she was thinking, but Peter's been a bad influence on her. Her curfew got a lot stricter, and her mom gets suspicious whenever MJ comes home happier than usual, and it's only justified some of the time.
"I kind of think... I mean part of me feels like I should thank you, or maybe apologise for, I don't know, taking advantage, but I figure you got a lot out of it too, so..." she shrugs.
"Any time," he says. His voice is kind of rough around the edges and familiar. Makes part of her want to do the stomach-in, chest-out lick your lips and flip your hair thing, like she never actually does. "You and the kid woulda worked things out for yourself. Probably. That's what the internet's for."
She looks down, then looks up and grins. "Oh, I know we would've, but... It's-- you know Judy Blume? Or Paula Danziger, or-- all these young teen books, and the girl has sex for the first time, usually 'cause she's pressured, or feels like she should or-- and it sucks. Which happens, because almost anything takes practise, right?"
She's still grinning. Can't help it, even if it makes her look like a huge dork. "And it-- it really didn't suck."
He's smirking, looking amused and she can't see his eyes with his hat tilted like that, but she gets the impression he's raising an eyebrow. "Uh-huh?"
"Pretty much the opposite of sucking," she says, and it's just getting easier to talk the more she does it. She slurps down another bit of strawberries and cream. "And it was..." She shakes her head. "You and Peter were really. Um. Really." She can feel her face getting red and it isn't embarrassment.
Peter/Mary Jane
He's not a complete idiot. If the fact that bad guys generally do aim below the belt wasn't enough to make him invest in some *protection*, the fact that bad girls generally wear stuff like they're going to a party at some club Peter won't be able to get into until he's like, *50*, is.
It doesn't make it comfortable, just kind of, less embarrassing, which is a good thing, because when Mary Jane stops kissing him because she heard an explosion ("Wha?" "Didn't you hear the boom?" "I thought that was you!" "Peter--").
And this sucks, because it's just another wannabe, robbing a *Bath and Body*, for Pete's sake. They're the worst, because as well as being so pathetic it hurts, they're still kind of dangerous, and he gets no credit for stopping them afterwards. No-one ever thanks him from saving them from MechaNick, or Mr Mister and his acid spray.
He gets no love, and when he does, "People like you interrupt it! You couldn't do this, like fifteen minutes later? Or ten, even?" And because he's being honest. "Okay, maybe five would have done it."
"You'll regret meddling in the affairs of the-- kff!"
"Oh, gimme a break," Peter says, rolling his eyes as the guy drops his gun to get the webbing off his mouth. Peter flips by, picks up the gun and has the guy bagged and hanging upside down. He thinks suddenly of Logan, and doesn't know why for a moment, before he realiss that bullets, blood and shampoo are instant triggers and aren't making his jock any more comfortable.
He hangs the gun up on a lamppost -he's learnt his lesson about leaving them on the ground- and hangs under it. "So, did anyone get this guy's name?"
One of the bystanders, a tourist, stops taking pictures. "He kept saying something about downsizing, but I don't know if--"
"Not downsizing, termination! I am the Termination-Man! And you will all--"
"'Termination-Man?' Gee, that's original." Peter rolls his eyes, then realises no-one can see it. He waits until the cops show up and heads back.
MJ is a lot more buttoned up, literally, when he gets back. He takes off his mask and tries to look disappointed, but in a sexy way.
"Anyone we know?"
"Some loser calling himself Termination-Man."
She raises an eyebrow. "That's original."
" That's what I said. Here. The owner gave me these." He tosses her the gift pack. "he was robbing a Bath&Body, and honestly, I think the quality of villains is going way down. Like, they get better weaponry, so they think they don't have to bother with banter or cool code-names anymore." He flops down on the bed, and she joins him, making it bounce a little. He puts his arm around her and she lies on her side, putting her leg over his, using his chest as a pillow. She breathes in.
"You smell kind of--"
"Heroic?"
"Well, sweaty and smoky and like bubble-bath." She breaths in again.
He perks up. "You know, we still have time--"
She snorts. "Forget it. My mom said she'll be back at three, which means she'll be back at two, tops, so she can come home and see if she can catch us, like, having sex in the kitchen."
Ooh, the kitchen. "Like, against the sink?" he says, trying not to sound too hopeful. MJ lifts her head and looks at him.
"Maybe. Or the island." She picks at his top. "You could bring your old costume and I could cut you out of it."
Dude, his girlfriend is *kinky*. Which, okay, he should have known, but it never stops being cool. "That would be--"
"Or you could just, you know, jerk off, and I could watch. I really love looking at you, you know." She's got that look, where she's seeing him and not seeing him, seeing something better and hotter and--
He doesn't whimper. Honest.
"You know, even if she's gonna be back at two, that gives us, like, ten whole minutes. I can-- I won't even need that long, which, thinking about it, I probably shouldn't have said, but--"
She's biting her lip and looking tempting. Tempted. "I--" she shakes her head. "No. And stop looking at me." She sits up, puts her back to him. "I-- uh. Physics. Algebra. History, and not the good bits."
She stands up. "You need to get changed and wash your face.
"You could join me," he says, and yup, definitely veered over from sexy to desperate.
MJ looks at him. "Because that would really get us done in ten minutes." She stops talking and looks at him, then shakes her head. "This isn't easy for me. You come back, smelling like smoke and with bath-stuff and-- don't make this harder. I have to-- I have to be sensible or else I'm only going to see you at school, and the broom cupboard is really uncomfortable."
She's right, which sucks, and not in the good way. "I know. Okay, I'll be good."
She smiles at him. "You always are. That's the problem."
Peter/Logan
The kid smells good. People smell different to Logan before and after-- maybe they give off a different feel, different pheremones, or maybe they just smell different to his nose, but... The kid smells good, a mix of attractive and accessible and affectionate.
Still smells young enough for Logan's conscience to give him a little twinge, but old enough for him to ignore it. He's not young. He's not even young for his age.
The kid looks at him. Suit does nothing to make him look intimidating, make him look like anything other than scrawny and limber, but Logan's getting kinda fond of it. It's not a good sign.
The kid looks around. "Uh, d'you wanna--" Hesitates, swallows. "Uh, have sex. Or something."
Logan smirks. He's had come-ons with less grace, maybe, just not in current memory. Makes him want to say something to watch the kid squirm, feel him get red under his mask. He goes over to him instead, feeling like the good kind of predator. He can smell the effect it's having.
"Depends. What's the 'Or something?"
"Um. Scrabble?" His voice doesn't break, and Logan feels vaguely proud. The kid's mouth moves under the mask. Licking his lips, Logan realises. He could do that for him. Wants to. "But no fruity Canadian spellings, because you use too many letters and--"
Logan pushes the mask up. Is tempted to just cover the mouth, but pulls the whole thing off. Moves his body closer, and lifts his head up a little, so his mouth is a little further from kissing him. The kid's hard, even if the costume doesn't show it, and Logan wants to taste.
The kid tilts his head up, mouth open a little, and probably no idea how he looks.
"This is why I should leave the come-ons to MJ," he's saying. "Because babbling about scrabble and insulting your spelling, is really going to get you to let me--" he blushes, stuttering "--Let me t-touch you on a rooftop."
Logan moves, pressing him against the wall, hands on his waist lifting him up and he's lighter than a lot of the women Logan's been with, but he presses his hands and feet against the walll legs wide, and stays there. Logan moves one hand to feel him, trying to find the edge of the costume.
He kisses him, vaguely pleased when he gets a taste of the kid's girlfriend from his mouth.
End.
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Date: 2005-03-23 09:24 am (UTC)sfgjlhdfgjkhdfskgjhdfsghfdg
Hot.
Hotter.
HOTTEST.
Hot in ANY and EVERY combination.
Guh.
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Date: 2005-03-23 12:34 pm (UTC)Woooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Words fail other then WOOOO!!!! Logan Petery goodness
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Date: 2005-03-23 01:55 pm (UTC)... No coherency here, just OMGHOT. Because they are.
(And also I still love your MJ voice. And also Scrabble with fruity Canadian spellings = heeheehee.)
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Date: 2005-03-23 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 03:50 pm (UTC)"But no fruity Canadian spellings, because you use too many letters and--" *no really, goes to read rest*
I love Peter and MJ and special guest so much. I love them with a pure porny passion. Because porn can be angst free. Even with threesomes. And thing. And hot.
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Date: 2005-03-23 09:07 pm (UTC)Say yes to angst free porn!
Oh sweet Mary-Mother-of-Cheese'n'Rice-Lord-Have-Mercy-On-Us.
Date: 2005-03-23 08:42 pm (UTC)I believe my monitor has melted...again. 'Cleanliness' made me wibble, and melt, and *gah*, and then it dragged me into a whole new fandom. This has not helped. No, no it has not. *sighs and gives into the Spidey-joy*
Thanks so much for this. You rock-my-metaphorical-fandom-socks.
Re: Oh sweet Mary-Mother-of-Cheese'n'Rice-Lord-Have-Mercy-On-Us.
Date: 2005-03-23 09:05 pm (UTC)Ultimateverse rocks.
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Date: 2005-04-18 07:22 pm (UTC)*glances over*
*falls facefirst into the wonderfulness*
Oooh, these were *good*.
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Date: 2005-10-01 02:05 am (UTC)Um.
Wow.
This is utterly, completely addictively wonderful.
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