That night:
"This is not what I meant!" Liz cried out as we all sat in MJ's room. Anna was visiting MJ's parents for the weekend, so we had the place all to ourselves. So we did what people would normally do to have fun — play Monopoly. I was the race car, obviously, and right now MJ was winning.
"I don't like clubs," MJ replied.
"And I don't want to spend the entire night trying to scare bitches from stealing my man," Felicia shrugged.
"Same," I replied.
"Yeah, well, sorry, but I'm not used to large crowds just yet," Jean winced. "Too loud."
"Are thoughts still giving you trouble?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's... difficult. I try to keep them out like you taught me, but sometimes a few come through."
I shrugged. "Well, relax. I'm sure Baldy will be more than happy to help you."
"You still don't care for him, huh?" Jean asked.
I nodded. "Obviously. He violated their personal privacy, Jean. How would you like it if someone read your thoughts and took out a secret you had been holding onto? Like, what if you were gay, didn't realize it, but then Baldy just announced it to everyone?"
"Well, she's definitely not gay," Liz mumbled as she sipped from her bottle of beer. It was the only alcohol we got for the night. I figured a few bottles couldn't be that bad, right?
"Peter's right though," MJ nodded. "Be careful, Jean. I don't trust him."
Jean nodded. "Yeah, I will."
"Oh, and don't go all philosophical on us," Felicia snorted. "That's something we don't need."
"I'll drink to that," I raised my bottle. "To Jean Grey — mutant extraordinaire and awesome friend."
"To Jean!" the others raised their glasses.
Jean blushed. "Thanks, you guys. You're the best."
We chuckled, drinking the warm liquid. I'll admit, this wasn't the first drink I ever had, but it was the first drink Peter's body had ever consumed, and I didn't realize that. So when I chugged it down, expecting it to go down smoothly, I was mistaken.
I coughed. Felicia patted my back. "You okay, Tiger?"
I nodded. "Yeah, stronger than I thought."
"It's just beer," Felicia told me with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah," I trailed off awkwardly.
"Wait a minute, Parker — is this the first time you're drinking?" Liz asked with barely hidden joy.
I rolled my eyes. "No... I just haven't had it in a long time."
"Really? What's your favorite drink?"
"Vodka with vanilla and mint," I replied. Yes, my taste in drinks was odd — sue me.
"Huh, I've never seen you drink that," Felicia said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I told you, I don't really drink that often, especially since I started, you know," I made the devil horns with my hand, pretending to shoot webs. "Swinging around the city at breakneck speeds is much more enjoyable, trust me."
"How does it feel?" MJ asked curiously.
"Like the world's problems don't matter," I smiled. "The first jump is scary, true, but the swing down — that's stomach-turning. But when I swing upwards and let go, flying through the air for a split second... that's when it feels like I'm not even human anymore."
The girls were in silent awe before Felicia spoke up. "Well, Tiger, that's because you really aren't."
I grinned. "Well, you do always keep calling me 'God! God!' whenever we're alone, so I'm inclined to agree."
Felicia blushed red as the others laughed hard. We talked into the night. MJ talked about this new play she was trying out for, Liz talked about how Flash would so freak out if he learned Peter was actually his favorite hero, and Jean just took it all in.
Soon, though, I realized the bottles of alcohol had been slowly piling up in one corner. My metabolism, however, wasn't letting me get drunk — I had finished ten bottles single-handedly. And the girls noticed.
"How come you're not passed-out drunk?" Liz asked, her words a little slurred.
"My body processes the alcohol better," I shrugged. "I'm a little tipsy, but nothing much."
"Well, that's not fair at all!" MJ cried out with a giggle. "Y-you need to drink some more, Mr. Spider! We're all getting drunk tonight!"
"She's right, Tiger," Felicia huffed, her cheeks now red. "You need to get drunk too!"
"I don't think I can, Kitten," I chuckled, finishing off bottle number eleven. "It's very difficult."
"I know!" Liz suddenly called out. She took her bag and searched inside, pulling out a metal flask the size of my hand. "Whiskey! The strongest shit my dad has!"
"I don't know—"
"Oh, come on, Peter! Where's your sense of adventure!" Jean cried out. "I'm leaving tomorrow, dammit. I demand the chance to watch you make a fool of yourself!"
"Come on, Tiger," Felicia kissed my cheek. "Live a little."
I looked at them and sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll do it. Sheesh, you girls are impossible."
"Says the guy who can crawl up the side of a building," MJ huffed.
I took the flask and sniffed it, the scent of liquor rolling off of it. I shrugged and took a sip, the smooth burning sensation rushing down my throat.
I sighed. "Not bad."
"Great, now, whose turn was it again?" Liz asked, picking up the dice.
"Mine," Felicia said, rolling the dice and getting a three. "Trafalgar Square. I'm buying it."
"What? No! I need it! I already have the other two!" MJ cried out.
"Sorry, Red, that's life," Felicia shrugged.
"Come on, Felicia! Please! You don't even like it! Plus it's red — shouldn't the redhead have red?!"
"Why? Then what about me?!" Jean cried out.
"Ah... you already have the pink set, right?"
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, then you can't have both!" MJ cried out.
The game carried on, and I began to drink more and more. I was losing, badly. MJ was a shrewd businesswoman, cutting shady deals with people behind our backs, feigning a lack of interest to make us desperate. Only Jean was immune, and I think that's because she could read MJ's mind.
Eventually I ran out of money, but instead of kicking me off the board like they were supposed to, they instead just had me drink from the flask instead of paying rent. It was humiliating, really — back in my real body I was the king of this game, but now I was getting schooled. Fucking teenage girls. I just knew they were cheating somehow!
And eventually the game drew to a close when Liz cried out, "That's it! I quit! MJ's totally cheating!"
"Am not!" MJ laughed.
"Are too!" Felicia cried out. She was really competitive when drunk, and right now she was really drunk. "You keep making these shitty backdoor deals! You told me you wouldn't charge me rent for five turns if I gave you Mayfair, but offered Liz the same deal!"
"Yeah! And you then tried to make me give you my cards in exchange for the Utilities!" Jean yelled.
"Plus I saw you stealing money from the bank when no one was looking," I added with a smirk.
"What?!" the girls yelled as they all turned to Jean with a glare.
The redhead gave a nervous laugh. "I... ah... I still win, bitches!"
"I hate this game!" Liz threw her cash down in anger. "I'm going to bed!"
"Here, I'll show you to Aunt Anna's room. Just don't puke in it, okay? Or you're going to help me clean it up," MJ got up and walked Liz out.
I sighed and leaned back. The flask was finally empty, and I was finally starting to feel drunk — well, maybe a little buzzed, but not full-on drunk.
I turned to Felicia. "So, you staying here tonight?"
Felicia leaned into my shoulder. "Yeah, I'll sleep on the couch downstairs. Jean, MJ said there's a guest room you can use."
Jean nodded. "Yeah, I know."
"You don't have to sleep on the couch, you know," I told her, kissing her forehead and pulling her close. "I do live right across the street."
"I really doubt Aunt May and Uncle Ben would like seeing your girlfriend in bed with you," Felicia teased.
"Oh, don't worry about it. If they find out, the worst they could do is yell a little before May starts planning out the wedding."
"What?!" Felicia's eyes went wide.
"Kidding," I chuckled. "Fine, you sleep in the basement. Nice soft bed."
"Hm, and would you happen to be working late tonight?"
I smirked. "If you really want me to, then yes."
"That's so not fair," Jean called out suddenly.
I blinked — I actually forgot she was there. Damn, I hate being drunk. "What's that, Birdie?" I asked.
"I said it's not freaking fair," she huffed. "Tonight's supposed to be about me. Now you two are going to fuck and I'm just going to be alone."
"Well, you still have MJ," I told her gently, not wanting to put her down.
"If you want, you can join us," Felicia offered with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes — of course she just said that.
"Okay," Jean's reply was nearly immediate.
"W-What?" I stammered out.
"I said okay," Jean looked at us — both of us. She got up and walked over, Felicia and I staring at her in surprise as she put her legs on either side of me and slowly sat down on my lap, straddling it, putting her arms around my neck.
"Jean, what are you doing?" I asked, leaning away. I looked at Felicia — she looked just as surprised.
"You wanted me to join, didn't you?" She leaned forward, her hands pressed against my chest. "I said yes."
"Jean, this isn't—"
She shut me down, grabbing my head and slamming her lips against mine. My eyes went wide in surprise as she leaned her entire body in. Her groin rested over my slowly hardening dick, her arms wrapped around my neck as she moaned into the kiss.
She finally stopped. I was stunned. Her lips were covered with my saliva — she stuck her tongue out and licked it up, slowly, seductively.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Jean!" Felicia cried out, finally breaking out of her state of shock. "Get off him—"
Jean leaned to the side, grabbed Felicia by the head, and kissed her as well. Felicia's eyes went wide in surprise as I dropped my jaw in shock. Jean moaned into the kiss and slowly pulled back, biting Felicia's bottom lip as she did.
"I want you both," Jean whispered in a husky, lust-filled voice. I don't know why I didn't notice it before, but the hot maple syrup scent rolled off her in droves. "And I know you want me," she gyrated her hips on my crotch and I felt myself come alive. "Both of you," she looked to Felicia. "I know you don't just like boys, Felicia."
"Y-you read my mind?" Felicia asked.
"No, I didn't have to," Jean smiled. "You and Peter keep staring at the same girls."
I blinked. "Damn, that was fast. You're pretty observant."
"You knew?!" Felicia asked in horror.
I smiled and held her hand gently. "Of course I did, Kitten. What, you think I wouldn't notice the woman I love checking out other girls? Come on, I'm not that stupid. I know you, Cat."
Felicia's eyes widened. I don't know if it was the alcohol or what, but she looked like she was about to faint from a rush of emotions. I smelled maple syrup coming off her, but it was lighter — not lust, but love. She felt love for me, and it made her leap at me, pushing Jean off as she pushed me to the ground, her hands cupping my neck while mine automatically went to her ass.
She moaned into my mouth as she slowly pulled back. "Peter, I love you."
"I love you too," I replied as I felt my heart beat faster.
Jean then slowly cupped Felicia's face and brought it up, kissing her. I saw Felicia slowly deepen the kiss as Jean's hand slowly cupped her breast. I didn't like feeling left out — I slapped my hand across Felicia's behind, making her squeak in surprise.
She broke the kiss and looked down. I growled. "Don't you dare ignore me."
"Never," Jean replied, as she bent down and closed my lips with hers. This time I kissed her back, grabbing her neck as I pushed in harder, dominating her tongue under mine. As I did, my other hand went up Felicia's shirt, cupping her breast as I pinched her nipple.
"N-not here," Felicia managed to moan out. "MJ will see."
Jean finally broke the kiss. "The guest room. She won't bother us there. She'll think we all just went to bed."
I nodded and got up. We walked across the hallway and entered the guest room first. Jean went to see MJ — I could hear her telling her fellow redhead we had already left.
I turned to Felicia and I could feel lust and love coming at me in equal measures. The bed was large, queen-sized. I pushed her onto it and went on top, kissing her neck slowly, my hands running across her sides.
Suddenly I stopped and moved back. Felicia opened her eyes, her state of bliss broken as she looked at me. "What's wrong, Peter?"
I was afraid. I was afraid that if we did this, she might leave me for Jean. It was stupid — I know she wouldn't do that — but I didn't want her to leave. I don't think I could handle it if she did.
"Don't ever leave me," I begged.
Felicia got up and kissed me. "Never," she whispered.
Jean stepped in and closed the door. I heard it click shut. We looked to her; she looked at us. I felt excitement take over — pure, unfiltered lust.
No words were spoken as she came to us. Felicia and I got up and surrounded her. My silver-haired beauty leaned forward and grabbed her neck, pushing Jean's head up with a thumb as she began to suck on her neck, biting the skin with playful bites.
"Oh God," Jean hissed as I walked up behind her and put my hands on her hips, moving up before slowly drifting to her front, my fingers unbuttoning her jeans with a single flick.
Felicia kissed her, the sound of their lips moving against each other fueling my hunger. I bent down and bit her neck, causing her to flinch before shuddering as I moved slowly down to her collarbone.
My hands came up and grabbed her tits — they were firm to the touch. I squeezed them, making Jean moan louder into Felicia's mouth.
Felicia broke the kiss and smiled. "Stop teasing her, Tiger. She's barely holding it together."
"Patience," I whispered as I bit into her neck, causing her to gasp. Felicia's hands cupped her breasts before she grabbed Jean's blouse and threw it over her head and onto the bed.
Felicia's hands cupped Jean's ass while mine went to her pants, pulling them down in one swift motion. Jean kicked her pants aside and gasped. "Oh fuck" — Felicia had bitten her nipple.
"Let's get rid of this," Felicia growled as she unlatched Jean's bra and threw it aside. She took a step back and grinned. "Perfect."
The night went on. Felicia's moans were the loudest, Jean's the softest. The room quickly filled with the sounds of sex and the aroma of lust. Their inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, their desires fully taking over.
The three spent each moment exploring the others' bodies. They were so distracted, they didn't notice their door open and a red-haired teen look inside with startled green eyes.
She gasped as she watched Peter make love to another redhead while his girlfriend watched. Her thighs began to rub against each other to create friction, to tease her own core. She watched as Felicia rode her boyfriend while Jean lowered herself onto his face.
She watched, and slowly, her fingers slipped into her pants as she began to enjoy herself. She played with herself, watching them as they had each other like the monsters of lust they were. She watched as Jean kissed Peter on the lips while Felicia's own were wrapped around his member. She watched, and for a moment, she wished she could join.
An hour passed for her. Felicia was the first to collapse, exhausted. By now it was just Jean and Peter, and their perverted watcher. MJ lost count of how many times she had pleased herself, and she didn't care.
She watched Peter plow into Jean, the redhead's hair flying over her head from the force of his thrusts. She listened to Jean's screams of joy as Peter kissed her lower lips, enjoying her taste. She listened to Peter's grunts as he carried Jean in his arms, her legs wrapped around his body as he thrust into her.
She wanted, and she came. Over and over again. The scent got to her, her fingers slipped out as she went to her knees, exhausted.
And finally, Jean too was spent. She lay on the bed, panting with a smile on her face as her lover lay next to her. He was still hard — she kissed him, using her hands to please him one last time before they pulled the covers over themselves.
MJ closed the door and slowly made her way back to her room. It was four in the morning, but she couldn't sleep. She touched between her legs once more and found it still damp. She only had one regret — she should have joined in.
I don't remember what happened next. I just don't. I vaguely recalled clothes flying off and bodies heaving. The next thing I knew for sure was waking up in an unfamiliar bed with Jean's head on my left while Felicia was snuggled close to my right.
My head spun — hangover. Definite hangover. The curtains were drawn, thank God. I looked down. Felicia was smiling, her neck covered with hickeys, and I was sure most of them weren't from me.
"Morning," Jean moaned as she put her arm around me and Felicia, pulling closer before she opened her eyes, revealing those amazing green emerald eyes. "Do you... do you remember last night?"
"Some parts," I noticed Felicia's bra hanging over the bedpost. "I think."
"Same," she moaned as she looked around. "It's six in the morning."
"What time did Xavier say he would pick you up?" I asked.
"Eight," she grumbled as she tucked in closer. "We have time."
I nodded. "Yeah. He can wait." I pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"You don't have to worry, Pete," Jean suddenly spoke.
"About what?" I asked.
She looked up. "About Felicia ever leaving you. Last night I... I couldn't maintain control over my powers. I kept trying to scan your brains and... do you know the one thing she kept thinking?"
"What?" I asked.
'She was thinking about how much she loved you,' Jean said in my head. 'And how much she had to go through before finding you. You're her anchor, Peter. So don't worry — she'll never leave you... especially for someone like me.'
I felt my heart skip a beat. "That's not what I... I just wasn't sure, Jean."
"I know," she leaned up and kissed my cheek. "And I understand. Relax, Spider. She's all yours."
Eventually we did get dressed. The sight of a naked Jean Grey will always be seared into my mind. She looked so amazing — she may not have had many curves yet, but that didn't stop me from getting hot and bothered.
We got ready. I tried to wake up Felicia, but she didn't even budge. I then went into MJ's room to wake her up and walked in on her changing.
"Eep!" she cried out as she covered her bare top with a shirt.
"Sorry!" I cursed as I closed the door. "I just wanted to tell you we're about to leave. Xavier's going to pick up Jean soon."
"R-right, I'll be there," MJ replied. I blinked. A naked Jean Grey and a topless MJ? Damn, my day was just getting better and better.
I went to my home and took a bath, quietly so as not to wake Ben and May. When I came back to MJ's house, Jean and Liz were in the kitchen, both nursing a strong cup of black coffee.
"Morning, Peter," Jean smiled. "Did you sleep well last night?" 'Liz thinks you went home,' she told me telepathically.
I smiled. "Yup. You guys?"
"Please, not so loud," Liz groaned, holding her head in pain. "So noisy, so loud. My head hurts."
I chuckled at her jumbled words. "That's why you shouldn't drink so much."
"Morning, Peter. Morning, Jean," MJ said as she came downstairs, now showered and in a new set of clothes. She looked at the kitchen and sighed. "You guys want something to eat? I can make waffles."
"I'll help," I offered as I took out the waffle iron and turned it on.
"Could you make some blueberry waffles?" Jean asked. "I like those."
"Do you have some, MJ?" I asked the redhead.
"What?" MJ asked, distracted from the curious glance Jean gave her. "Oh, yeah — in the fridge."
I nodded as I moved, picking them out from the bottom shelf.
"I always wondered how you got such a cute butt, Parker. Guess now I know," Liz snorted.
"Keep staring, Allen, because that's all you're going to get," Felicia said as she came downstairs. She looked like she had taken a shower, though she wore the same clothes as yesterday.
"Morning," I told her, giving her a kiss. "Sleep well?"
"Oh, you bet," she purred as she sat down.
"Oh my God!" Jean gasped suddenly.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing! It's nothing!" MJ cried out as she grabbed Jean and dragged her upstairs. "I need to give her something! I'll be back in a moment!"
I blinked. "What's wrong with her?" I asked Felicia.
"I think she's finally gone mad," Liz said as she groaned. "Are you going to make those waffles or not, Parker?! I need food! Food to soak up the booze!"
"You should have done that before you got the hangover," Felicia chuckled.
I smiled as I began to make them food, the warm aroma making Liz finally lift her head up and smile. Her hair was a mess and her makeup was gone, but she looked alert enough.
I had made a stack of waffles three feet tall when Jean and MJ finally came down — Jean looking happy while MJ looked embarrassed.
"What happened?" Felicia asked.
"Nothing!" MJ cried out. "It was nothing!"
Jean smirked. "Just getting MJ to promise me something very important."
I raised an eyebrow. "Right... anyway, eat up, ladies!"
"Is that all for us?" Liz blinked. "Peter, I don't think we can eat all that."
"Please," Felicia snorted into her coffee. "You have no idea how much this guy eats. It's like a black hole where his stomach is."
I smirked as we sat down at the dining table, munching on our food. We were all silent as we ate, though Jean did keep sending me and Felicia winks. Felicia didn't really respond too well to that — she tended to blush and look away. I think she still couldn't believe what had happened last night.
After breakfast we got ready and left. We arrived at Jean's house and went in to meet her parents. They were... aloof, to say the least. Having their only daughter be a mutant was a life-changing event for them — they didn't know what to say or do.
We had helped Jean pack the day before. We took her bags and walked out onto the curb, just as a limo pulled up.
Logan walked out from the driver's seat while Ororo helped the professor out. Xavier smiled at us. "Are you ready to leave?"
Jean nodded. "Yeah, just... give me a moment, Professor."
"Of course," he smiled as he stepped back. Logan and I helped put the bags in the trunk while Jean hugged everyone goodbye.
"Stay safe, okay?" Liz said as she hugged Jean tightly. "And remember — no spouting complicated philosophy at us. If you can't explain it to a five-year-old, it's too boring to remember."
Jean chuckled. "Right. I promise." She then went to MJ and hugged her. "Don't forget. Do it — I'm sure they'll agree."
"I'll try," MJ smiled. "Be safe, Jean."
"I will." She then hugged Felicia and said nothing, though I would guess they were having a telepathic conversation.
And then finally, she hugged me and spoke in my head. 'Don't worry about a thing. I'll be fine, Peter. Oh, and MJ has this little crush on you, FYI.'
I chuckled. 'I know. But I'm sure it'll fade away in time.'
Jean rolled her eyes. "For the smartest teenager on the planet, you sure are dumb, Peter."
"Hey!"
Jean smiled as she moved back. "I promise I'll never forget you. Any of you."
Felicia and I looked at each other, a sly smile on our lips. MJ looked conflicted while Liz looked heartbroken. We stood there and waved at the limo as it drove away. The moment it turned the corner, we knew we had to leave as well.
Felicia and Liz took a cab home while MJ and I just walked. It wasn't that far, and I didn't feel like going home just yet.
"So what did you and Jean talk about?" I asked MJ.
"She... she wanted me to try and do something stupid," she shrugged. "It's not important."
I blinked. "Right... I'm going to miss her."
"Yeah, me too."
"I really hope she doesn't become an evil cosmic entity that kills people for fun."
"What?"
"Inside joke," I smirked as we continued walking back home, MJ sending me the occasional sideways glance.