The Slut
Title: The Slut
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono/Jubilee, OMC
Prompt: 35. Jaded
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono liked to think that he had a very open mind. His son is challenging that assumption.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg series.
Jonothon Starsmore liked to think that he was an opened minded guy. Maybe even a slightly jaded one. But there was something about his son’s habit of debauchery that challenged that assumption.
Zeke. Ezekiel.
He stood outside his son’s dorm room until the teenager finally opened the door, scratching his head in a way that made his already unruly hair stand up in strange new ways. “Uh… hi, Dad.”
Got a call from the headmaster. Your mum thought I should come talk to you about it. He looked Zeke in the eye, letting it sink in just how far he had come for this little father-son chat. In reality, he’d been coming to the States anyway to have a talk about re-releasing one of his albums, but it wouldn’t hurt the boy to think about how much trouble he was causing people.
“Uh-huh.” Zeke shifted his weight slightly, leaning against the door frame and blinking sleepily.
Now, you know your mum and I just want you to be happy. But maybe, do you think, you could try to not hump everything in trousers that passes you by? Being voted biggest slut by your schoolmates is not a big acomplisment.
“You mean I won the poll?”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jono/Jubilee, OMC
Prompt: 35. Jaded
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Summary: Jono liked to think that he had a very open mind. His son is challenging that assumption.
Author's Notes: Part of my That Damn Mpreg series.
Jonothon Starsmore liked to think that he was an opened minded guy. Maybe even a slightly jaded one. But there was something about his son’s habit of debauchery that challenged that assumption.
Zeke. Ezekiel.
He stood outside his son’s dorm room until the teenager finally opened the door, scratching his head in a way that made his already unruly hair stand up in strange new ways. “Uh… hi, Dad.”
Got a call from the headmaster. Your mum thought I should come talk to you about it. He looked Zeke in the eye, letting it sink in just how far he had come for this little father-son chat. In reality, he’d been coming to the States anyway to have a talk about re-releasing one of his albums, but it wouldn’t hurt the boy to think about how much trouble he was causing people.
“Uh-huh.” Zeke shifted his weight slightly, leaning against the door frame and blinking sleepily.
Now, you know your mum and I just want you to be happy. But maybe, do you think, you could try to not hump everything in trousers that passes you by? Being voted biggest slut by your schoolmates is not a big acomplisment.
“You mean I won the poll?”