Ficlet: Alley Encounter, Logan/Remy, R
Title: Alley Encounter
Rating: R
Words: 330
Spoilers: None really.
Fandom/Pairing: Wolverine: Origins Movieverse. Logan/Remy
A/N: So I watched Wolverine today... then I wrote my daily 750 words and this popped out. Just a tiny little snippet that somehow was left out of the movie...
Logan pushed the young man up against the wall again in an unconscious imitation of their earlier meeting. This time he relented to his urges and sealed his lips of the other man's. The lithe body under his own moved and he felt Remy strain against the grip on his wrists.
"Now hold still, bub, or I just might stop what I'm doing"
"Merde, Logan, don' tease."
"Oh but it's just so much fun to tease you, Cajun"
"Fuck, just move..."
Logan chuckled and tilted his hips to grind them against Remy's. he was rewarded with a hiss concealing a moan. The sound of his claws extending, a soft metal whisper, made Remy go very very still, despite their closeness. The young man breathed shallowly as Logan brought up his hand and softly stroked the body warm metal up along his leg and, after adjusting the length, up his chest and back again. The fabric of Remy's clothing fell away and Logan was presented with miles of pale unblemished skin, just waiting to be licked, nibbled on and reddened. A flush was rising on Remy's cheeks despite the chillness of the night and it was matched by the redness of his slim cock curling up against his stomach.
"Now there's a sight..."
Logan let his claw disappear again before sliding his hand behind Remy's back and bringing him even closer. His words were barely louder than breaths against the Cajun's ear.
"I'm gonna take you right here, up against this wall just a few feet from the street. I'm gonna fuck you hard until you scream my name and you come all over yourself. It's not far to that fleabag motel you call a home and when you make it back there, naked and with my come leaking out of you, I'll be there waiting. Ready for round two." He felt Remy shiver against him and the answering words were no louder than his own.
"Bring it on, old man..."
Rating: R
Words: 330
Spoilers: None really.
Fandom/Pairing: Wolverine: Origins Movieverse. Logan/Remy
A/N: So I watched Wolverine today... then I wrote my daily 750 words and this popped out. Just a tiny little snippet that somehow was left out of the movie...
Logan pushed the young man up against the wall again in an unconscious imitation of their earlier meeting. This time he relented to his urges and sealed his lips of the other man's. The lithe body under his own moved and he felt Remy strain against the grip on his wrists.
"Now hold still, bub, or I just might stop what I'm doing"
"Merde, Logan, don' tease."
"Oh but it's just so much fun to tease you, Cajun"
"Fuck, just move..."
Logan chuckled and tilted his hips to grind them against Remy's. he was rewarded with a hiss concealing a moan. The sound of his claws extending, a soft metal whisper, made Remy go very very still, despite their closeness. The young man breathed shallowly as Logan brought up his hand and softly stroked the body warm metal up along his leg and, after adjusting the length, up his chest and back again. The fabric of Remy's clothing fell away and Logan was presented with miles of pale unblemished skin, just waiting to be licked, nibbled on and reddened. A flush was rising on Remy's cheeks despite the chillness of the night and it was matched by the redness of his slim cock curling up against his stomach.
"Now there's a sight..."
Logan let his claw disappear again before sliding his hand behind Remy's back and bringing him even closer. His words were barely louder than breaths against the Cajun's ear.
"I'm gonna take you right here, up against this wall just a few feet from the street. I'm gonna fuck you hard until you scream my name and you come all over yourself. It's not far to that fleabag motel you call a home and when you make it back there, naked and with my come leaking out of you, I'll be there waiting. Ready for round two." He felt Remy shiver against him and the answering words were no louder than his own.
"Bring it on, old man..."