Ficlet: No Woman, No Cry (R) Logan/Dick
Title: No Woman, No Cry
Author: rachel_shanz
Characters: Logan/Dick
Rating: R for sex, slash and language.
Word Count: 596
Spoilers: Spoilers through 2x01.
Summary: Gratuitous boy!sex. There is no plot here.
Notes: Written for 15minuteficlets, so it’s unbetaed, all mistakes are mine all mine. Logan/Dick is my new kink, I think. The title is for truemyth.
“What’re you doing here, dude?” Dick asked when Logan came storming into his room at seven o’clock on a Saturday night. “I thought you had a date with Veronica.”
“She broke up with me,” Logan muttered, dropping onto the bed and running his hands through his hair. He looked…lost, almost, and Dick was suddenly at a loss for words.
“That sucks, man,” he said lamely. On the television screen in front of him, the bright red Corvette he’d been racing crashed spectacularly and went up in an orange fireball. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
And then Logan reached across the bed and, fisting his hand in the front of Dick’s shirt, yanked Dick towards him. Their mouths met, a hard crush of teeth and lips, and Dick tasted blood immediately. But he didn’t care. Logan hadn’t touched him in months, since he started dating Veronica, and Dick was man enough to admit that he’d missed it. At least to himself, anyway.
Logan rolled them so that he was on top, the hot weight of his body pressing down on Dick as he sucked a bruise onto Dick’s throat. Fuck, now he was going to have to explain that to his dumb-ass little brother. But it felt too goddamn good to tell Logan to stop. Then Logan’s mouth was back on his, not as rough this time, and he tasted like tequila even though Dick was almost positive he wasn’t drunk. Not yet, anyway. Dick figured there was plenty of time for that later. The night was young, after all.
Fingers tore at clothes as their pace became frantic. Harsh biting kisses left red marks on skin and hands gripped hips and biceps hard enough to leave bruises blooming behind them. It was a struggled for dominance, but in the end, Logan won. Logan always won. But Dick didn’t really give a fuck, because that just meant that he got his cock sucked first.
Sure enough, Logan was working his way down Dick’s body, leaving burning hot open-mouthed kisses along Dick’s hipbone. His tongue slid up the underside of Dick’s cock, swirling along the thick vein there and making Dick’s whole body arch off the bed. Logan looked up, smirking at the raw need on Dick’s face before he leaned in and wrapped his lips around Dick’s cock. His mouth was wet and warm and, goddamn, Dick had almost forgotten how good Logan was at this.
When he came, it was with a growl of Logan’s name and a thrust of his hips that had him spilling down Logan’s throat. Logan swallowed and the sight of his throat muscles working was almost enough to make Dick hard all over again.
Logan crawled back up Dick’s body to kiss him with bruised red lips, and Dick groaned at the taste of himself in Logan’s mouth. Logan rocked his hips against Dick’s, letting his cock slide over the skin of Dick’s stomach. “Fuck, yeah,” he hissed when Dick’s hand closed around him. “Just like that.”
Dick stoked faster, swiping his thumb over the head of Logan’s cock and gathering slick pre-come to make his motions smoother as he jerked his best friend off. It wasn’t long before Logan was arching into him, cursing steadily under his breath as he came, hot, wet, and sticky over Dick’s hand.
Collapsing back onto the bed, Dick fumbled around in the drawer of his nightstand until his fingers closed around the small glass bottle of vodka he kept there, just in case. This, Dick decided as he twisted off the cap, definitely called for a drink.
Author: rachel_shanz
Characters: Logan/Dick
Rating: R for sex, slash and language.
Word Count: 596
Spoilers: Spoilers through 2x01.
Summary: Gratuitous boy!sex. There is no plot here.
Notes: Written for 15minuteficlets, so it’s unbetaed, all mistakes are mine all mine. Logan/Dick is my new kink, I think. The title is for truemyth.
“What’re you doing here, dude?” Dick asked when Logan came storming into his room at seven o’clock on a Saturday night. “I thought you had a date with Veronica.”
“She broke up with me,” Logan muttered, dropping onto the bed and running his hands through his hair. He looked…lost, almost, and Dick was suddenly at a loss for words.
“That sucks, man,” he said lamely. On the television screen in front of him, the bright red Corvette he’d been racing crashed spectacularly and went up in an orange fireball. “Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
And then Logan reached across the bed and, fisting his hand in the front of Dick’s shirt, yanked Dick towards him. Their mouths met, a hard crush of teeth and lips, and Dick tasted blood immediately. But he didn’t care. Logan hadn’t touched him in months, since he started dating Veronica, and Dick was man enough to admit that he’d missed it. At least to himself, anyway.
Logan rolled them so that he was on top, the hot weight of his body pressing down on Dick as he sucked a bruise onto Dick’s throat. Fuck, now he was going to have to explain that to his dumb-ass little brother. But it felt too goddamn good to tell Logan to stop. Then Logan’s mouth was back on his, not as rough this time, and he tasted like tequila even though Dick was almost positive he wasn’t drunk. Not yet, anyway. Dick figured there was plenty of time for that later. The night was young, after all.
Fingers tore at clothes as their pace became frantic. Harsh biting kisses left red marks on skin and hands gripped hips and biceps hard enough to leave bruises blooming behind them. It was a struggled for dominance, but in the end, Logan won. Logan always won. But Dick didn’t really give a fuck, because that just meant that he got his cock sucked first.
Sure enough, Logan was working his way down Dick’s body, leaving burning hot open-mouthed kisses along Dick’s hipbone. His tongue slid up the underside of Dick’s cock, swirling along the thick vein there and making Dick’s whole body arch off the bed. Logan looked up, smirking at the raw need on Dick’s face before he leaned in and wrapped his lips around Dick’s cock. His mouth was wet and warm and, goddamn, Dick had almost forgotten how good Logan was at this.
When he came, it was with a growl of Logan’s name and a thrust of his hips that had him spilling down Logan’s throat. Logan swallowed and the sight of his throat muscles working was almost enough to make Dick hard all over again.
Logan crawled back up Dick’s body to kiss him with bruised red lips, and Dick groaned at the taste of himself in Logan’s mouth. Logan rocked his hips against Dick’s, letting his cock slide over the skin of Dick’s stomach. “Fuck, yeah,” he hissed when Dick’s hand closed around him. “Just like that.”
Dick stoked faster, swiping his thumb over the head of Logan’s cock and gathering slick pre-come to make his motions smoother as he jerked his best friend off. It wasn’t long before Logan was arching into him, cursing steadily under his breath as he came, hot, wet, and sticky over Dick’s hand.
Collapsing back onto the bed, Dick fumbled around in the drawer of his nightstand until his fingers closed around the small glass bottle of vodka he kept there, just in case. This, Dick decided as he twisted off the cap, definitely called for a drink.