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Title: Something for teacher
Fandom: X-Men Movie
Characters: Kurt Wagner/Logan
Prompt: 088. School.
Word Count: 2234
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Logan surprises his lover in a classroom.
At least, Kurt reassured himself, he was being useful. Even if he wasn’t quite sure why Herr Summers thought he was able to teach the children anything. They did seem to be learning German pretty quickly, although it was probably not anything like the German they would have learned from a proper teacher. So hard to tell what the man was thinking, when you couldn’t see his eyes. Just the impenetrable ruby gaze of the visor. Or the sunglasses, whichever it was that the man was wearing at the time. And people thought his eyes were hard to read...
His eyes didn’t have pupils or irises, but Scott Summers wore a shield in front of his.
He had a meeting with he had a meeting with jungem Mädchen Guthrie about extra tutoring sessions soon, he realized as he checked his watch idly. If he was lucky, maybe he could finish these papers before she got to the classroom. Or maybe not, he thought in amusement as he saw that the next paper was from Sally Blevins. Getting out his red pen, he tucked his feet higher up underneath his chair as he started to read. Winced occasionally.
Heard the door open and lifted one hand slightly in welcome, turning to look...and not seeing who he was expecting. Click of the door as it closed, and Logan made no sound at all as he walked across the floor to where he was sitting behind the desk. Moved like a hunting animal, coiled and graceful while he gave off this incredible aura of power restrained. And then it faded, back to Logan in his jeans and old shirts with a belt encircling his waist ornamented with huge buckle that this morning, was shaped like a maple leaf.
Wondered sometimes, if Logan missed Canada the way he missed Europe. But did he have anything to miss there? From what he’d learned...mostly from others since Logan never talked about what had been and never looked for sympathy...Logan had been living on the road. For a long, long time. But not like he had, in a circus that was just a very large family. By himself. Lone wolf, without memory of anything except loneliness. Not even memories of a time when he had had something besides himself to depend on. Maybe he didn’t want to leave in case he forgot what he had found here. Some sort of family. Marie, Rogue, she was what had brought him back once. Kurt wondered if he was what made Logan stay now, and dismissed it as Logan came to a halt next to his chair, behind his desk.
“Hey, elf.”
“Logan...” Frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side and back so he could look up at his lover. Faintly wondering. But happy to see him nonetheless. “I told you I was teaching today...” Rough hands cradling either side of his head, thumbs underneath the hinge of his jaw and holding him still for a kiss that almost devoured him. Fangs and stubble, hard and demanding everything he had to give. Opened to it, tasting the smoky aftereffects of the cigars that Logan always had in his mouth, lit or not, tasting Logan. Pulled back for a moment, frowning slightly as large, square hands slid down from cradling his face to his shoulders, down along the soft cotton shirt that covered his upper body. “Logan, Was?”
“Shh.”
“Logan, I have a student...” Hissed intake of breath as Logan bit at his ear, closed his eyes for a moment and the Canadian took that moment of distraction to jerk the end of his belt out of the buckle and undo his pants. Sneaky. Which didn’t change the fact that this was not the place to continue a romantic endeavor. “She’s going to be here, oh Gott!” He would have curled into the touch that slid over his growing erection, if it wasn’t for the grip of sharp teeth at his neck. Just over the pulse point, soft touch of tongue flicking over his skin idly like a counterpoint to the hardness of the fangs.
“This shouldn’t take long.” Rumbled out against his skin like a growl. What shouldn’t take long? Gott, he made it hard to think sometimes. Something he should be remembering. “I’ll hear her coming before she opens the door, you know that.”
“Ach, Logan!” That was why. Paige Guthrie. She was going to be here...soon. While both Summers and the professor were tolerant of his and Logan’s relationship, he was not sure it would extend to them giving a student a much more intimate view of what they did behind closed doors. Moaned as Logan’s fingers tightened around his erection, other hand holding him in place and his lover just looming over him. “Nein! We can’t, you have to, unnnh, Gott, stop! Hast du einen Vogel?” he hissed through his teeth, mind insisting that they had to stop. Body insisting something quite different.
“Hush...” Not soothing, not soothing at all, and Gott, they had to stop! Effectively pinned underneath Logan’s body in the chair, feeling the knee that inserted itself between his thighs nudge them apart a little wider. He pushed at Logan’s shoulders, thick fingers biting into the muscle that ran across his lover’s back and stilled as the teeth holding onto his throat gripped harder. Panted softly, not wanting to make too loud a noise. Didn’t want to draw any notice. They couldn’t avoid that; but somehow that risk of being found made it almost more desirable to be here. Stifled a moan and bit his lip as Logan stroked his cock and sucked on his collarbone. Had to close his eyes for a moment as the tip of Logan’s tongue traced over the scars that showed over the neckline of his shirt, and squirmed slightly in the chair as a strong hand jerked him off slowly and drove him just a little mad.
The mouth disappeared for a few long moments, and Kurt bared his teeth in displeasure, hearing Logan chuckle softly. Warm wetness enveloping the head of his cock, barest glancing slide of teeth and he almost cried out, slapped his hand over his mouth as his back arched, hips thrusting upwards and into the warmth of Logan’s mouth. Oh Gott! He bit into his hand, fangs going through the skin as the tip of Logan’s tongue slid underneath the edge of his foreskin. Bright little dart of pain racing along his nerves alongside the pleasure, making it better, and he was almost happy that he hadn’t found a church to go to yet. How would he explain any of this to a priest?
The fingers of his free hand curled around the armrest of his chair, almost clawlike nails digging into the wood as Logan swallowed him whole. So good, so good... Kurt tried to arch his back, hips moving in shallow thrusts as a busy tongue curled around his erection, one hand holding him in place on the chair. Soft graze of teeth as Logan pulled his mouth back before sliding back down, and he moaned into the cover of his hand, trying to stay quiet. Had to. And hope that none of the students with enhanced senses or mind powers came down the hall.
“Gott, Gott, Logan...” he gasped out against the soft skin of the palm of his hand, faint copper taste from where he’d bitten down on his hand lingering in his mouth. Knew that the other man would hear him, loud and clear. And then Logan started to hum. He couldn’t place the tune, and didn’t actually care. It just added to the electric feeling that was sparking through his body, hot and sharp with lust. Logan made him burn, from the inside out and it felt so good it was almost like dying. Bliss. Not quite bliss, but he was so very close.
Looked down at wild hair as Logan drove him insane with his mouth, biting into his hand again to keep down the noises that he wanted to make. That burned at the back of his throat. Aching and tight, almost in sympathy with the rest of his body as the coils of heat drew in and in. Not breaking yet. Logan gave head just like he fucked, determined to focus on this one endless now, devouring and ravenous like what he was doing was all he’d been waiting for since forever. Wasn’t the one on his knees often, but Gott. When he chose to, it was so good. So focused. It almost made Kurt feel unworthy, to have this much attention lavished on him with such hungry intensity. Brief glance of winter blue eyes meeting his own golden gaze as Logan looked upwards, blaze of heat that matched his own. Orgasm hit like a thunderbolt, breaking him apart and putting him back together at the end of it, leaving him shuddering and panting for breath at his desk. Rough caress of tongue across the head of his cock and he shivered, eyelashes falling down for a moment as he bit his lip gently.
Too much.
Couldn’t think, could barely breathe as Logan zipped up his pants and leant in for a kiss as he stood up. Tasted, Gott, tasted like him, salt and bitter on the tongue that invaded his mouth so familiarly. Kissed him back, tracing the cool shape of the fangs that made Logan’s smile such a frightening thing to those that didn’t know him with the tip of his tongue. Logan leaned in against him, one hand covering his on the armrest and still hungry. Like he’d been always starved of closeness. Which, as far as Kurt knew, he had been.
“You better get your breathing settled.”
“Mm.”
Why did he need his breathing settled? Kurt couldn’t remember. He was still coasting on endorphins, and that was making it hard to think. He just wanted to bask.
“Kentucky’s here,” Logan announced blandly, turning to leave as the door opened and a blond head peered around the door. Kurt stiffened, and shot his reckless lover a glare as he straightened his shirt and hoped that his skin would hide the blush. The grin that Logan gave him back was full of teeth, and still hungry. Gott. He couldn’t believe he’d let Logan do that, when he’d had a student meeting arranged. What had he been thinking? “See you later, darlin’.”
Kurt had no words for what Logan was, but it was possible that with the aid of an English-German dictionary, he’d at least be able to come up with some new ones that Logan would actually understand. Lecherous came to mind, for one. But he had no idea how to say that in English. It made him wish he actually knew how to curse properly, because he wasn’t sure what else would be able to get through to Logan exactly how angry he was with him for this stunt.
Which had given him an earth shattering orgasm, and was one of the few selfless acts he’d ever seen Logan do. That pulled him back for a bit, and from the look in Logan’s eyes, the Canadian knew it too. That - that - arrgh! He really needed to learn how to curse.
“Verdammter Mist,” he breathed softly to himself, shaking his head slightly. Logan’s mouth just twitched in a smirk, the used look already faded so he looked like nothing had happened. Paige was hovering around the door, looking anxious. She always did.
“I can come back later,” she said hesitantly, hint of Kentucky drawl still in her voice. She’d been working at scrubbing it out, he knew. Her older brother still talked like he had when he had arrived, Southern to the core. Kurt had to wonder what made her drive herself so intensely. What she was working towards, that included a remaking of her identity to distance herself from what she’d been before. What and why. Something he would probably never know, and, he told himself firmly, he didn’t need to know.
“Nein, Kind,” he said, looking past Logan’s body to her face. “You can come in. Logan and I, we were just...” Having oral sex. The thought never even came close to crossing his lips. “Talking.” He smiled at her, and gestured to the chair on the other side of his desk before he stacked up the papers he’d been marking neatly. He’d just have to get back to that later, if he could. Logan played havoc with his work ethic. “Why don’t you sit down? Logan was just leaving,” he stressed, staring at the far too amused and not at all cowed man.
“Sure.” Logan ambled out, slow and easy like he hadn’t a care in the world. Like he hadn’t just brought his lover to a gasping, perfect orgasm in the classroom when he’d had a meeting with a student organized. The acid burn of Kurt’s anger turned to amusement, as he watched Logan walk out the door. And yes, he had to admit that the way Logan looked from the back in the blue jeans he habitually wore helped. A lot.
“Guten Morgen, Fräulein Guthrie. Was wünschen Sie?”
She sat down across from him, and Kurt focused his attention on the girl in front of him who needed his help. Logan could wait until later. By then, he might even have come up with something.
Guthries turn up everywhere, yo.
Fandom: X-Men Movie
Characters: Kurt Wagner/Logan
Prompt: 088. School.
Word Count: 2234
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Logan surprises his lover in a classroom.
At least, Kurt reassured himself, he was being useful. Even if he wasn’t quite sure why Herr Summers thought he was able to teach the children anything. They did seem to be learning German pretty quickly, although it was probably not anything like the German they would have learned from a proper teacher. So hard to tell what the man was thinking, when you couldn’t see his eyes. Just the impenetrable ruby gaze of the visor. Or the sunglasses, whichever it was that the man was wearing at the time. And people thought his eyes were hard to read...
His eyes didn’t have pupils or irises, but Scott Summers wore a shield in front of his.
He had a meeting with he had a meeting with jungem Mädchen Guthrie about extra tutoring sessions soon, he realized as he checked his watch idly. If he was lucky, maybe he could finish these papers before she got to the classroom. Or maybe not, he thought in amusement as he saw that the next paper was from Sally Blevins. Getting out his red pen, he tucked his feet higher up underneath his chair as he started to read. Winced occasionally.
Heard the door open and lifted one hand slightly in welcome, turning to look...and not seeing who he was expecting. Click of the door as it closed, and Logan made no sound at all as he walked across the floor to where he was sitting behind the desk. Moved like a hunting animal, coiled and graceful while he gave off this incredible aura of power restrained. And then it faded, back to Logan in his jeans and old shirts with a belt encircling his waist ornamented with huge buckle that this morning, was shaped like a maple leaf.
Wondered sometimes, if Logan missed Canada the way he missed Europe. But did he have anything to miss there? From what he’d learned...mostly from others since Logan never talked about what had been and never looked for sympathy...Logan had been living on the road. For a long, long time. But not like he had, in a circus that was just a very large family. By himself. Lone wolf, without memory of anything except loneliness. Not even memories of a time when he had had something besides himself to depend on. Maybe he didn’t want to leave in case he forgot what he had found here. Some sort of family. Marie, Rogue, she was what had brought him back once. Kurt wondered if he was what made Logan stay now, and dismissed it as Logan came to a halt next to his chair, behind his desk.
“Hey, elf.”
“Logan...” Frowned slightly, tilting his head to the side and back so he could look up at his lover. Faintly wondering. But happy to see him nonetheless. “I told you I was teaching today...” Rough hands cradling either side of his head, thumbs underneath the hinge of his jaw and holding him still for a kiss that almost devoured him. Fangs and stubble, hard and demanding everything he had to give. Opened to it, tasting the smoky aftereffects of the cigars that Logan always had in his mouth, lit or not, tasting Logan. Pulled back for a moment, frowning slightly as large, square hands slid down from cradling his face to his shoulders, down along the soft cotton shirt that covered his upper body. “Logan, Was?”
“Shh.”
“Logan, I have a student...” Hissed intake of breath as Logan bit at his ear, closed his eyes for a moment and the Canadian took that moment of distraction to jerk the end of his belt out of the buckle and undo his pants. Sneaky. Which didn’t change the fact that this was not the place to continue a romantic endeavor. “She’s going to be here, oh Gott!” He would have curled into the touch that slid over his growing erection, if it wasn’t for the grip of sharp teeth at his neck. Just over the pulse point, soft touch of tongue flicking over his skin idly like a counterpoint to the hardness of the fangs.
“This shouldn’t take long.” Rumbled out against his skin like a growl. What shouldn’t take long? Gott, he made it hard to think sometimes. Something he should be remembering. “I’ll hear her coming before she opens the door, you know that.”
“Ach, Logan!” That was why. Paige Guthrie. She was going to be here...soon. While both Summers and the professor were tolerant of his and Logan’s relationship, he was not sure it would extend to them giving a student a much more intimate view of what they did behind closed doors. Moaned as Logan’s fingers tightened around his erection, other hand holding him in place and his lover just looming over him. “Nein! We can’t, you have to, unnnh, Gott, stop! Hast du einen Vogel?” he hissed through his teeth, mind insisting that they had to stop. Body insisting something quite different.
“Hush...” Not soothing, not soothing at all, and Gott, they had to stop! Effectively pinned underneath Logan’s body in the chair, feeling the knee that inserted itself between his thighs nudge them apart a little wider. He pushed at Logan’s shoulders, thick fingers biting into the muscle that ran across his lover’s back and stilled as the teeth holding onto his throat gripped harder. Panted softly, not wanting to make too loud a noise. Didn’t want to draw any notice. They couldn’t avoid that; but somehow that risk of being found made it almost more desirable to be here. Stifled a moan and bit his lip as Logan stroked his cock and sucked on his collarbone. Had to close his eyes for a moment as the tip of Logan’s tongue traced over the scars that showed over the neckline of his shirt, and squirmed slightly in the chair as a strong hand jerked him off slowly and drove him just a little mad.
The mouth disappeared for a few long moments, and Kurt bared his teeth in displeasure, hearing Logan chuckle softly. Warm wetness enveloping the head of his cock, barest glancing slide of teeth and he almost cried out, slapped his hand over his mouth as his back arched, hips thrusting upwards and into the warmth of Logan’s mouth. Oh Gott! He bit into his hand, fangs going through the skin as the tip of Logan’s tongue slid underneath the edge of his foreskin. Bright little dart of pain racing along his nerves alongside the pleasure, making it better, and he was almost happy that he hadn’t found a church to go to yet. How would he explain any of this to a priest?
The fingers of his free hand curled around the armrest of his chair, almost clawlike nails digging into the wood as Logan swallowed him whole. So good, so good... Kurt tried to arch his back, hips moving in shallow thrusts as a busy tongue curled around his erection, one hand holding him in place on the chair. Soft graze of teeth as Logan pulled his mouth back before sliding back down, and he moaned into the cover of his hand, trying to stay quiet. Had to. And hope that none of the students with enhanced senses or mind powers came down the hall.
“Gott, Gott, Logan...” he gasped out against the soft skin of the palm of his hand, faint copper taste from where he’d bitten down on his hand lingering in his mouth. Knew that the other man would hear him, loud and clear. And then Logan started to hum. He couldn’t place the tune, and didn’t actually care. It just added to the electric feeling that was sparking through his body, hot and sharp with lust. Logan made him burn, from the inside out and it felt so good it was almost like dying. Bliss. Not quite bliss, but he was so very close.
Looked down at wild hair as Logan drove him insane with his mouth, biting into his hand again to keep down the noises that he wanted to make. That burned at the back of his throat. Aching and tight, almost in sympathy with the rest of his body as the coils of heat drew in and in. Not breaking yet. Logan gave head just like he fucked, determined to focus on this one endless now, devouring and ravenous like what he was doing was all he’d been waiting for since forever. Wasn’t the one on his knees often, but Gott. When he chose to, it was so good. So focused. It almost made Kurt feel unworthy, to have this much attention lavished on him with such hungry intensity. Brief glance of winter blue eyes meeting his own golden gaze as Logan looked upwards, blaze of heat that matched his own. Orgasm hit like a thunderbolt, breaking him apart and putting him back together at the end of it, leaving him shuddering and panting for breath at his desk. Rough caress of tongue across the head of his cock and he shivered, eyelashes falling down for a moment as he bit his lip gently.
Too much.
Couldn’t think, could barely breathe as Logan zipped up his pants and leant in for a kiss as he stood up. Tasted, Gott, tasted like him, salt and bitter on the tongue that invaded his mouth so familiarly. Kissed him back, tracing the cool shape of the fangs that made Logan’s smile such a frightening thing to those that didn’t know him with the tip of his tongue. Logan leaned in against him, one hand covering his on the armrest and still hungry. Like he’d been always starved of closeness. Which, as far as Kurt knew, he had been.
“You better get your breathing settled.”
“Mm.”
Why did he need his breathing settled? Kurt couldn’t remember. He was still coasting on endorphins, and that was making it hard to think. He just wanted to bask.
“Kentucky’s here,” Logan announced blandly, turning to leave as the door opened and a blond head peered around the door. Kurt stiffened, and shot his reckless lover a glare as he straightened his shirt and hoped that his skin would hide the blush. The grin that Logan gave him back was full of teeth, and still hungry. Gott. He couldn’t believe he’d let Logan do that, when he’d had a student meeting arranged. What had he been thinking? “See you later, darlin’.”
Kurt had no words for what Logan was, but it was possible that with the aid of an English-German dictionary, he’d at least be able to come up with some new ones that Logan would actually understand. Lecherous came to mind, for one. But he had no idea how to say that in English. It made him wish he actually knew how to curse properly, because he wasn’t sure what else would be able to get through to Logan exactly how angry he was with him for this stunt.
Which had given him an earth shattering orgasm, and was one of the few selfless acts he’d ever seen Logan do. That pulled him back for a bit, and from the look in Logan’s eyes, the Canadian knew it too. That - that - arrgh! He really needed to learn how to curse.
“Verdammter Mist,” he breathed softly to himself, shaking his head slightly. Logan’s mouth just twitched in a smirk, the used look already faded so he looked like nothing had happened. Paige was hovering around the door, looking anxious. She always did.
“I can come back later,” she said hesitantly, hint of Kentucky drawl still in her voice. She’d been working at scrubbing it out, he knew. Her older brother still talked like he had when he had arrived, Southern to the core. Kurt had to wonder what made her drive herself so intensely. What she was working towards, that included a remaking of her identity to distance herself from what she’d been before. What and why. Something he would probably never know, and, he told himself firmly, he didn’t need to know.
“Nein, Kind,” he said, looking past Logan’s body to her face. “You can come in. Logan and I, we were just...” Having oral sex. The thought never even came close to crossing his lips. “Talking.” He smiled at her, and gestured to the chair on the other side of his desk before he stacked up the papers he’d been marking neatly. He’d just have to get back to that later, if he could. Logan played havoc with his work ethic. “Why don’t you sit down? Logan was just leaving,” he stressed, staring at the far too amused and not at all cowed man.
“Sure.” Logan ambled out, slow and easy like he hadn’t a care in the world. Like he hadn’t just brought his lover to a gasping, perfect orgasm in the classroom when he’d had a meeting with a student organized. The acid burn of Kurt’s anger turned to amusement, as he watched Logan walk out the door. And yes, he had to admit that the way Logan looked from the back in the blue jeans he habitually wore helped. A lot.
“Guten Morgen, Fräulein Guthrie. Was wünschen Sie?”
She sat down across from him, and Kurt focused his attention on the girl in front of him who needed his help. Logan could wait until later. By then, he might even have come up with something.
Guthries turn up everywhere, yo.