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All Night Long

Summary : PWP, really. Jean knows what Alex wants.
Rating : NC-17
Pairing : Alex Summers / Jean Grey
Disclaimer : None of the characters are mine. If they were, they’d be naked a lot more often.

Author's Notes : My first ever PWP. I've tried several before, but just couldn't do it. This one is dedicated to Tara who may be the only one who ‘ships this couple!

The note was very mysterious. Alex took it out of his shirt pocket and unfolded it to read it again.

Alex,

There are some things you can hide, but not from me.

Meet me in the boat house at 9pm.

That was all that was written. He had no idea who wrote it. Was it a threat? Blackmail? A trap?

It didn’t matter. There was no way he wasn’t going. He was too damn curious for that. It wasn’t just the wording of the note, it was the fact that it had been left on his pillow. Someone got too close for him to ignore it.

He glanced at his watch. 8:50pm. Deliberately early, he had told no-one else where he was going. After all, it was only the boat house. In an emergency, he could simply fire off a plasma blast. Someone would spot it. If nothing else, Cerebro would note a mutant power being activated on site. That was a security feature he’d convinced the Professor to install.

There was no-one around. At least, no-one he could find. He walked towards the door and used his copy of the key to unlock it. Scott had given him the key a long time ago, in case he ever needed it. This was the first time he had used it.

He walked in, on full alert, and noticed that the curtains were all drawn and the lights were on, but dim. Something odd was going on, but Alex couldn’t figure out what.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

“Upstairs.” It was a female voice. Alex recognised it, but couldn’t place it. Less nervous than curious, he went upstairs, noticing the photos that covered the wall all the way up.

“First bedroom”, came the voice again. This time, Alex thought he knew who the voice belonged to. He dared not let the thought appear too strongly in his mind, in case he was right.

He opened the bedroom door and looked in. The lights were barely lit and all he could see was the outline of a body lying on the bed.

“You’re early”, she said.

Confused, Alex shook his head. “What’s going on Jean?”

She smiled at him in the dimness.

“Your thoughts have been deafening me for months now. I just thought it was time that the two of us got something sorted out.”

Alex realised with horror what she was talking about. He’d been head over heels in love with her since the day they first met, years ago. But she was dating Scott, so he’d pulled away, forcing himself to keep it platonic. Until Madelyne. It had been so easy for him to fall under her spell, literally. She was Jean’s clone. If he couldn’t have the woman he wanted, why not agree to be with someone who looked exactly like her. But that had turned out pretty bad in the end.

And from that moment on, his infatuation with Jean had doubled. He had discovered that it was more than her looks he was crazy about. It was her mind. Her passion. Her strength.

And she knew.

“Look, I’m sorry …” he started, but stopped when Jean stood up and walked over to him. She placed a finger on his lips.

“I know what you want. And I know what I want. So I figured it was time to give us both a treat.”

Totally shocked, Alex just looked at her. This couldn’t be real. Couldn’t be happening. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to figure out what was going on.

Clone? Alternate Universe? Mind Control? There had to be something. It wasn’t every day your brother’s wife came onto you.

She smiled as she read his thoughts.

“This is real”, she assured him. “If you don’t believe me, listen.” And she placed her hands on his face and allowed him to hear her thoughts.

He knew. And understood.

Jean was not the kind of woman who was willing to leave things unsaid, or undone. She was completely aware that something could happen to any of them at any time. And she wanted to have one night with him before either of them died.

“Just for tonight”, she explained. “It won’t happen again. But we both need this.”

Rather than answering, he took a final, irreversible step towards her and closed the gap between them. He brought his lips down on hers, gently at first, as though expecting a refusal. Not refusing, Jean slid her hands around his neck, nestling them in the hair at the nape of his neck. She deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to slip inside Alex’s mouth.

With a small moan, Alex put his hands on her hips and pulled her even closer so that their bodies were fully touching. Thigh to thigh. Hips to hips. Chest to chest. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, he realised that although he was fairly sure that this wasn’t real, he didn’t care. This may be the only time he had the chance to take what he wanted, and, by God, was he going to take it.

Breaking off the kiss, he heard Jean make a small noise, as if questioning his decision. In order to reassure her, he grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift movement. Pleasantly surprised, he noted that she had not bra on. Which, of course, as this must be a dream, was understandable.

He pushed her backwards towards the bed, stopping only when her knees buckled and she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed. Another smile graced her lips, pleased that she had read Alex correctly. She knew that he didn’t believe this was real, but before the night was out she intended to prove her reality to him. With barely a thought, she used her telekenisis to removed his shirt. Gazing appreciatively, she wondered how two brothers could possibly look as different as Scott and Alex. Where Scott lived up to his nickname of Slim, Alex was perfectly toned, with a physique to rival Logans. She shifted back on the bed, allowing Alex space to climb towards her, between her legs.

Leaning forward to bring their mouths together, Alex allowed his hands to explore the exposed flesh of Jean’s body, relishing the softness of her skin under his calloused hand. As his fingertips brushed against her nipple, he felt her hands tighten their grip in his hair, pulling him deeper into her mouth. He rubbed his thumb across the sensitive nipple once more, loving the way her body tightened against his. He broke off the kiss and moved his mouth to replace his thumb. Gently sucking on her breast, he continued the exploration with his hands. His fingers reached her mouth and she slowly took one finger inside her mouth, caressing it with her tongue.

Overwhelmed, Alex broke off the contact and climbed off the bed awkwardly.

“What’s wrong?”

“If I don't get out of these denims soon, I’m gonna have one hell of a time getting them cleaned”, he smiled at her.

Almost before he had finished speaking, she had removed his pants, this time with her hands, rather than her mind. She was surprised to realise that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“Don't tell me I surprised the telepath”, he commented, pleased to have gotten her attention.

“Not surprised,” she replied. “Happy.”

She looked at Alex’s erection, feeling a warmth spreading throughout her body. So this was another difference between the brothers, she thought as she licked her lips. Grabbing his hips, she pulled his body towards her as she sat on the edge of the bed. As his penis came into reach, she leaned towards him and licked the sensitive head.

“Oh god,” Alex moaned.

As he wrapped his fingers into her hair, she opened her mouth and allowed him to fill her. With her lips moving rhythmically up and down the full length, Alex could barely believe what was happening. For years he had dreamt of this, masturbating himself to sleep with the thought of her sucking him. And now her she was and she was going to make him ...

“... come. Going to come. Don't stop. Need to come. Want to come. Don't stop.” He repeated the litany over and over as he came, thrusting deeper into her mouth as she swallowed everything he gave her.

Breathing heavily, he watched as Jean leaned back, a satisfied smile on her lips. Once more, she licked her lips, loving the taste of him. He climbed back onto the bed, leaning in for another kiss. He tasted himself in her mouth and felt himself growing hard again. He wanted to make love with her so badly it almost hurt.

*Well, do it then.* Alex heard her voice inside his head. Reaching down, he roughly pushed up her skirt and felt for the panties that he expected to be there. When all he encountered was bare flesh, he looked at Jean, quizzically.

“You’re not the only one, you know,” she said, smiling at him.

With a groan, he slid one finger inside her, feeling the wetness that was already there. He began to tease her with his fingers, sliding them in and out slowly.

*Not now. Fast now. Slowly later.*

With a thought, he removed his fingers and propped himself up. He slid into her easily, feeling the tightness around him as she pulled him closer. Her hands reached around to his back, sliding her long fingers along the length of his spine. He began sliding in and out of her, thrusting harder and harder each time.

He felt her fingernails dig into his back. “God, Alex, yes. Please.”

Hearing her plea, he thrust again and again, feeling her bucking against him in perfect time.

Before long he heard her gasp as she came, wave after wave of orgasm flooding through her body. Moments later, Alex felt himself spill into her. With a final groan, he pulled out of her, collapsing next to her on the bed.

*And that was just the start* came the voice in his head again. *We’ve got all night together.*