Jan and Kevin - Let's Get Physical

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Not long after midnight, Kevin receives an unexpected visitor with one thing on her mind: him.



Jan was in her room, alone. Which was sad, really. It was time to be asleep, but Jan wasn't tired, not even one bit. What she was was horny. Really horny. It was her sudden lack of sexual activity with a partner, she was sure. She and Kyle had had a very active sex life, and then, all of a sudden, that was over. She'd been having a lot of fun flirting with Kevin, but so far nothing had come from that. So what was a girl to do in a situation like this? Kyle still seemed to be in her thoughts when it came to sex, which made sense as she'd been in a relationship with him for well over two years, and he'd been the first guy she'd had sex with. But they had broken up, and Jan was not Clarice, and she wasn't about to go running to Kyle for a booty call when they were no longer together. There was really only one guy Jan had her eye on at the moment, and he was just down the hall.

Jan wasn't sure what Kevin's reaction would be if she really truly came on to him. As in, totally obvious, making it clear in no uncertain terms that she wanted him, not hiding behind double meanings and simple flirtation. That had been a ton of fun, but obviously hadn't gotten them anywhere. This could be fine, maybe he was more involved with Laura then he was admitting, and if so Jan could accept that. But if Laura was really going out with other people, shouldn't Kevin be allowed to have his own fun? And he should have that fun. That settled it; Jan was going over to Kevin's suite. First she had to put on some make-up and change, choosing a halter top with a low neckline and one of the few skirts she owned, completing the outfit with a pair of heels.

Sleep was something Kevin really was aiming for. He was trying but his brain wanted to fixate on incredibly distracting, explicit images. After the third round with himself he had hopped in the shower, hoping cold water would shock his system into focusing on something other than sex. Especially when his brain really wanted to fixate on a rotation of people he actually knew, making it that much harder to ignore it. The cold shower had seemed to help some and he was finally starting to fall asleep when a knock came at his door.

He couldn't imagine that it would possibly be anyone other than Laura or maybe Cammie if she was in town and needed somewhere to crash. Neither one of them required him to be very clothed so he found his boxers and pulled them on before heading to the door. What he found first when he opened the door to his suite were legs. Bare legs. His eyes tracked upward until they found the edge of a skirt. Eventually found their way to a plunging neckline and a very nice display of cleavage. Kevin wasn't sure how long it took him to get up to her face, but it felt like a while in his half-sleep and newly distracted state. Jan. Jan was not who he had been anticipating. Unlike him, she looked wide awake.

"Uh..." His eyes moved back down her body and up again as if it were his way of a question. "Hi?"

"Hi," Jan said, smiling at him, her eyes taking in the sight in front of her. Boxers, nice. Gave the towel look a run for its money. Was that how he always answered the door or had he been too tired to think of putting anything else on? "Mind if I come in? It's so sad and lonely out here in the hall."

It was entirely possible that his half-awake brain edited the pouty tone of voice into her words, but it was also possible that the girl in the skirt in the middle of the night was actually using it on it. "Um, yeah. Ah mean, Ah don't mind." He took a step back and gestured for her to enter. Lonely, wasn't that like part of a line from every porn movie ever right before a girl threw herself at someone? Don't start with me brain, he thought, watching appreciatively as Jan walked past him.

Jan waited until the door was closed to speak. "I didn't bring any waffles with me this time. I hope you don't mind, all I brought is me. Is that OK with you? Because if you want me to leave, just say the word and I will, but if you want me to stay..."

He definitely wasn't imagining the tone of voice. Or maybe he was just still imagining it. She was looking at him with this significant look like there was something he should know but he was a little distracted by his body being torn between paying full attention to the scantily clad girl versus sleeping. "Uh, you can stay. You don't hafta go if you don't want. Are you locked outta your suite?"

Kevin was mumbling and didn't appear to be entirely awake. "Nope, not locked out of my room. I can't be, really. I'm totally familiar with the air vent system here, so I can always get back in my room. And no I don't go into other people's rooms even though, yeah, I could, but that would be wrong, and it's not like I'd really want to be in anyone's room if they didn't want me there in the first place." Now she was rambling. This shouldn't be hard, but she didn't know how Kevin felt about her, and she didn't want to ruin what they had, but couldn't they still be friends and do stuff? And maybe it would lead somewhere, maybe not... Time to stop rambling and get on with things. "You want me here, Kevin, don't you?"

That question widened his eyes a bit. She was looking so flustered for a minute there but then she asked if he wanted her here and, well, that was sorta direct. Was he taking it the wrong way? Suddenly he felt very, very awake. "Um. Ah mean, yeah. Sure. You're a friend-type person." Well, she was sort of in the process of becoming a friend type but he didn't think that sounded as good. He shuffled further into his suite, closer to Jan but also politely distanced from her. "Cats used to sneak in and sleep with me a lot. Cammie'd sneak in sometimes. Y'know, people, uh, show up. And Ah'm not opposed to it. But if you came in through my air vents, there would be a clothing issue, right? Ah'm used to people stealin' my clothes when they're with me so...you could always grab a shirt or somethin'..." And, okay, now he was rambling.

"Clothing issue? Nah, I have clothes that shrink with me, and even if I came without them, would that really be an issue?" Jan didn't view it as an issue, but maybe Kevin did. "I wouldn't just sneak up on you without any clothes. And I didn't sneak in tonight, but I don't mind wearing one of your shirts. Do you want me to wear one of your shirts? I think maybe one of us should be wearing one of your shirts."

He started to say something, then stopped before he managed to make a sound. Kevin shut his mouth, thought about what she said for a minute, then tried again. "So...when you ask if Ah want you here...you mean...now? In the skirt...real late at night...when Ah'm not really wearing clothes?"

"Or, you know, not in the skirt," Jan said, and there couldn't be anyway of mistaking a direct statement like that. "You know how the last time I was here you said it was rude to drop your pants in front of someone if you didn't have intentions, and I said that could be a way to let someone know about possible intentions?"

Kevin's eyes went directly to her hips and he had to swallow hard. "Yeah, Ah remember." He trailed further away from her, though his eyes never left her. It was a bit of a struggle to look at her face rather than her hips, though. "But Ah like the skirt." Kevin liked the skirt and he liked the various possibilities he kept thinking of that involved that skirt.

The table next to his couch had a drawer full of handy things that could possibly be needed on short notice. Among those things were gloves. Kevin pulled out two pairs and pulled one on. The other pair of gloves was obviously too small for him and he held them out to Jan when he walked closer to her. "You might want these if you're stayin'." It was possible they were a little too big for her. They were sort of generically girl-sized, but one size really didn't fit all.

"Well, I'd been planning on removing the skirt as soon as possible, but if you want me to stay in it, I will." She took the gloves from him but didn't put them on. She'd been there done that on the wearing-gloves-due-to-powers thing. Gloves were annoying and not sexy. "Rather have one of your shirts, though." Wearing someone else's shirt was sexy, and a shirt Kevin could wear was one Jan could wear and be safe in for getting up close and personal with Kevin.

Kevin looked down at himself and the fact that he only had on boxers. He needed pants. And a shirt. He hated clothes. Damnit. "Ah can get you a shirt." He went off to his bedroom, leaving Jan alone in the living area and completely unsure how clothed she would be when he got back there. The trip into his bedroom gave him time to think. Jan was in his suite. Offering nudity. She seemed very, very into that prospect. Kevin liked her in a friend way definitely. Okay, so she was cute. She also had a totally dirty mind that occasionally had him in need for private time. But there was also Laura and Jean-Paul and wasn't that complicated enough?

By the time he had on track pants and a long sleeved hooded shirt his body was clearly in favor of Jan being naked. Clearly. He had to take the time to adjust himself, pulling the steadily growing erection up against his body and trapping it under the waistband of his boxers. The track pants were thin, they left very, very little to the imagination, but they were up high enough on his hips to pretend for modesty. Kevin couldn't decide if he was more distracted or less than when he had gone into his room. He was definitely less fuzzy on what was going on, though he was still fuzzy on how he had gotten into the situation. Since when did scantily clad girls show up at his door wanting to get naked for him? He pushed that question to the side as he emerged from his room with a shirt in hand for Jan after being gone only a minute or two.

Jan was reclining on the couch when Kevin came back into the room. She was wearing the skirt, but her halter top was nowhere to be seen. When she saw the way the object of her desire was dressed, the eager look on her face was replaced by a disappointed pout. "I meant just get one shirt, not totally cover yourself up. The way I see it, only one of us needs to be wearing clothes at any given time. I was going to go for you without clothes first, but if you want it to be me..." She stood up and began to unzip her skirt... slowly.

"Ah like you better with your skin," he told her, voice quiet but not nearly as distracted as he likely should have been with a mostly naked girl getting more naked in front of him. "You want me with less clothes you put on gloves." It was a non-negotiable point with Kevin. He wasn't thinking about any of this as much as he should have been, but he wouldn't move on that point. Hank's theories were just theories. They were theories that, even if correct, still had too many ways for his mutation to switch on and take off all the skin on her thighs before he could pull her off of him. Kevin stopped at the far end of the couch from her and tossed the shirt onto the cushions. It was a nice view, he wouldn't deny that. But in his head it morphed into something grotesque with skin and muscle decayed away in areas. Gloves or clothes.

"I like me with skin, too," Jan said, her skirt only partially on now and threatening to drop off the second she removed the hand still holding it against her body. Jan looked Kevin straight in the eyes as she spoke, the look on her face one mostly of desire, but there were also hints of other emotions as well, as Jan was currently feeling hurt that Kevin didn't seem to think she'd given any thought to this. "You think I don't know what would happen if we touched skin-to-skin? You think maybe there's a reason I didn't just, you know, jump you the second I walked in here? Because I wanted to, trust me. I've been wanting to do that since the opening night of the art show, but I didn't. Reasons then and now are still the same. I don't really know what is or isn't going on with you and Laura, and I am not the sort of girl who goes after guys who are taken. But you've said she goes out and does stuff with other guys, which I take to mean you could be with other people as well. If you wanted to, and I don't know if you want to. And then there's the skin thing. But unless I'm missing something here, if one of us is wearing clothes you can wear, we can work around that. Can't do everything we might want to do, I get that. But that's OK. Really. Because there's so much we can do. Yeah, you know better than me what can be done and what can't. So you take the lead. I'm here, and I've made the first move." The hand holding up her skirt moved slightly and the one piece of clothing she was wearing dropped to the ground. "Ball's in your court now."

That was a lot of talking. While she was basically stripping. And now she was standing there in nothing at all. Apparently there had been underwear but they were in a pile with the rest of her clothes on the floor. He'd started to take steps toward her as she'd spoken, apparently, because it wasn't long after her skirt hit the floor that his hand was on her hip. "People don't think," he murmured very quietly. There was still space between them and he was very, very slowly closing it. "They get all...they want. And they mess up. And it's...been a while since Ah've had to worry 'bout whether or not someone could remember where their hands shouldn't go. So Ah can't 'ssume Ah'll remember to make sure you're careful." Kevin swallowed, taking a moment to get his brain working since all thought was increasingly being drowned out by want.

His hand had had slipped around to the small of Jan's back by the time the distance between their bodies was eliminated. His free hand slid up along her jaw, tilting her face up to his. "Ah want you," he whispered, close enough that not kissing her was down to sheer force of will. "Ah wanna find all the ways that cause you to make noises. Ah wanna figure out every single one of 'em. Ah wanna make you so far gone all you can say is 'please'...and Ah'm very, very good at findin' ways around my mutation. But there's rules with it. Like my shirt don't come off unless you're wearin' gloves." The hand at her back curled into a fist with the effort to keep it where it was.

Why hadn't she put the damn gloves on already? Then she could just go ahead and reach out and touch him, and his shirt could come off... "OK, so, gloves," she murmured. "I should put those on then. I wonder if my old ones would work... maybe we can find that out later... but these'll do for now..." Wearing someone else's gloves wasn't exactly a turn-on, but Jan really wanted Kevin and was willing to put them on. She didn't know if they'd do anything again past the morning, but at the moment it didn't really matter.

Her rambling was almost endearing. Jan seemed caught between him forcing practicality into the situation and the very obvious, as possibly growing, lust going on between them. Kevin didn't bother to wait for her to find the gloves, though. She finally got the point and had assented to it. That was all he really needed. None too gently, his mouth closed over hers, finally letting go of so much of that self-control that had been restraining him. The hand on her jaw stayed there so he could control the kiss and make sure skin contact didn't occur, but the other hand slid down over her ass and along her leg until it curled around the back of her knee and pulled it up to hitch her leg around his waist. Kevin desperately needed her on the couch, against a wall or in his bed. None of those would happen as quickly with her standing.

Jan pressed as much of herself against him as she could with Kevin's hand on her jaw, although it was his other hand that was more on her mind at the moment. "I won't break," she finally managed to whisper as she moved her mouth away just enough to speak. "My wings... it's OK... I've been swatted... fell from a plane... broke bones... wings are always OK." Due to her wings, Jan preferred to avoid being on her back, but it wasn't impossible for it to happen, and she wanted Kevin to feel safe and in control, and if he wound up on top of her she might move around a bit to be as comfortable as she could be but she was not going to argue.

He used her speaking as an opportunity to let his other hand drop in a mirror to the first. Jan was lifted off the ground easily even without any help from her wings and he wrapped both her legs around his waist. Kevin quickly re-evaluated the wall, as hot as she would be against one. He hadn't had to deal with wings in a while and even then he and Jay had been much, much less involved physically than he was planning on being tonight. Kevin kneeled down on the floor and set Jan down on the edge of the couch so that she could lean back and her wings would still have somewhere to go. Both hands slid up her body from her thighs until they cradled her face between them. "Good to know. Breakin'...so not the plan." Then his mouth was on hers once more.

Kevin was wearing clothes, so Jan felt it was safe to reach around and touch his shoulder and back as they kissed. She wanted to touch much more than that, wanted to reach underneath his clothes, but as much as she wanted to do more, as she'd told him she was letting him take the lead and she absolutely did not want to freak him out and make him worry that she was about to be skinless or worse. The gloves and touching him the way she wanted to could wait, although not too long, because she'd already wanted him before she'd stepped foot in the room, and now that they were so close...

There were very, very vivid thoughts in Kevin's head. He was figuring out the logistics of being able to go down on her even as one hand reached over to that side table's drawer and pulled out a vinyl glove. Originally he'd kept those around for food but he had found other uses for them as well. He didn't for a moment miss a beat as he pulled that glove on over the cloth one he already wore on his left hand. Lips parting, Kevin's tongue found hers only a moment before his hand slid up between her legs. It was going to be a very long, naked, sleepless night if the thoughts he was having got to have their way.