Fic: "Wipeout." (Veronica Mars: Logan/Dick/Cassidy.)
Wipeout
By Lexalicious70
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Genre: Slash, threesome, kink (tickling)
Pairing: Dick/Logan, Logan/Cassidy (they all get tangled up after awhile).
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,048
Warnings: Minor racial un-PCishness on the part of one character, very brief.
Summary: As Logan, Dick, and Cassidy weather a storm in Tijuana, Logan’s teasing pushes Dick to find out exactly what makes his best friend breathless; Cassidy also lends a hand.
A/N: To feed my OT3 love. I don’t own the characters-they own me. However, they belong to Rob Thomas and Warner Bros. This is for fun, not profit. Just as a reminder, this is slash, so please don’t comment me all outraged that OMG it’s slash because you’ve been warned: hot guys touching each other, next five miles. Feedback is love and petted more than Dick’s pretty, pretty hair! Thanks for dreamwvr73 for the title suggestion and for help with the porny particulars! You’re the best, BFF! Additional thanks to cinderella81 for the beta.
Wipeout
By Lexalicious70
Heavy sheets of rain moved across the Tijuana beach like a slow-moving soldier, finding and soaking everything in its path. Thunder boomed out behind it, and the sky lit up all around with yellowish flashes of lightning that turned near-dusk into day. In the wake of the storm, three young men ran for cover, cringing, ducking, and laughing all at the same time as they scrambled up the slope of the beach like wet ducklings and jostled each other as the tallest of them, an athletic blonde, unzipped the roomy nylon tent they had left set up at the head of the beach that morning.
“Come on, Dick, get it open!”
“I’m getting it, just hold your wad, Echolls!” Dick replied as he finally got the zipper down all the way and ducked inside. His best friend Logan followed, and Dick’s kid brother Cassidy brought up the rear. Logan shook water from his slightly tousled brunette hair, the ends frosted blonde at the crown and at the short bangs, the normally upright hair flattened by the torrential rain. Dick zipped up the tent and shielded his face with his arms.
“Fuck! Damn it, Logan!”
“Like you’re not already soaked?” Logan laughed as he rubbed a hand through his hair, pushing it back into its usual style. The hair obeyed its expensive cut and stood up once more, the dyed ends glistening with moisture. Cassidy sat down near his sleeping bag in the corner and squirmed out of his grey hoodie, which was now two shades darker and heavy with rain. He let the garment drop into a sodden pile as his face pinched up with disgust. Dick wore only a pair of long red and white swim trunks, and he ran a hand through his light blonde hair, squeezing water from its shaggy ends. Large drops of water dripped onto his big bare feet.
“I told you there was a storm watch for this afternoon!” Cassidy said to his older brother as he tried to push his wet, dark blonde curls from his face, curls that were only drying tighter with the moisture in the air. Dick rolled his eyes and let a few more drops of water drip onto Cassidy’s upturned face. Cassidy sputtered and slapped at Dick’s legs.
“Ass!”
Dick grinned, satisfied, and then he plopped down on his own sleeping bag across from Logan. His friend looked chilled in his wet dark red tee, his nipples standing out stiff and hard against the thin material, and Dick tried not to stare. He reasoned that hey, nipples were nipples, and he liked looking at them, but he didn’t want to be all obvious about it, even though he’d caught Logan staring at him more than once when they’d been swimming that afternoon. Not that he was all that surprised-both guys and girls cruised him all the time, and he had to admit, he dug the attention . . . especially when he got it from Logan.
Logan’s expression twisted with discomfort as he yanked off his dark blue water shoes, which were cold and clammy with drying rain. He held one up with two fingers and threatened Dick with it, shaking it in his direction, and Dick made an expression of mock-horror. Logan laughed and tossed it onto the middle of Dick’s sleeping bag, and Dick batted it away to the opposite wall.
“Dude!”
“Dude!” Logan mocked him in a Keanu Reeves imitation, and then yanked off the other shoe. Dick watched him, a guarded expression on his face.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Poor little Dickie, afraid of a shoe!”
“More like grossed out! They reek! And don’t call me Dickie!”
Logan tossed the shoe over next to the other one and then stretched before he reached back to grab the rear collar of his tee shirt in order to pull it off. He lobbed it over with the shoes as Dick snuck looks at Logan’s chest, which was lean but muscled and led down to a very flat belly and defined abs. A barely-there coating of light brown hair fanned out across Logan’s pecs and then ran down between his small, erect nipples, which were a shade darker than the rest of his chest. The line continued down, broke at his belly, and then blazed a trail into his blue and white trunks, where Dick knew his best pal packed quite an impressive number of pubic inches. Not that he spent a ton of time looking, but hey, he and Logan went to the gym together and were in the same gym class at school, and when you were in the showers, you looked. It was a guy thing, just like how girls probably compared their boob size to other chicks.
The fact that the sight of Logan’s naked cock had turned him on during more than one occasion was a little more weird, but Dick didn’t dwell. He was a simple guy, and complicated shit bored him. At the moment, Logan’s bare chest was a lot more interesting than any kind of sexuality angst he might have had. Logan caught Dick’s eye briefly and then stretched his legs out, raising one into the air and wiggling his toes at Dick. Dick’s blue eyes narrowed.
“You’re asking for some serious ownage, dude.”
“They don’t stink too badly, do they?” Logan asked, and then plopped his feet down, soles first, onto Dick’s sleeping bag, where he rubbed them vigorously into the nylon fabric. Dick pounced, tackling Logan across his own sleeping bag, and Cassidy ducked only slightly as he picked up the electric lantern before a flailing limb could break it. He ran a hand through his damp, sherry-colored hair as he watched Dick pin Logan, his expression patient, as if he’d witnessed this a thousand times before. Dick, bigger and heavier than Logan and very athletic, sat on Logan’s lower belly and pinned his wrists.
“Give?”
“I gave at the office!” Logan grinned, his face flushed, and Dick regarded his friend’s face. He liked this breathless, giggling look on Logan, who rarely showed his teeth when he smiled. Dick very suddenly wanted to keep that expression on Logan’s face, both because he needed to smile after being dumped by Veronica Mars (and for that psycho Duncan Kane, no less,) and because everyone else in Logan’s life made him so fucking miserable-his punch-happy father, his weak mother, his bitch of a sister, the so-called friends who had deserted Logan after he’d been accused of murdering that beaner on the bridge, and the media, who had dubbed him “Little Orphan Asshole.” Dick knew he was the only one Logan could count on anymore. (Well, Beav too, but Beav was part of the Dick package, more like an appendage than anything.) He grinned and let go of Logan’s wrists, confident of his own weight, and then tickled Logan’s ribs with both hands. Yeah, it was stupid, something chicks did, but screw it, they were there alone, who was going to make that call?
“I said give!”
Logan’s response was instantaneous and a complete surprise. His back arched hard, his pubic bone pressing into Dick’s rear end, and a staccato burst of giggles streamed out of him as he slapped at Dick’s hands.
“Cut it out!”
“What’s this? Is Logan Echolls ticklish?” Dick grinned, and something like horror crossed Logan’s face.
“You bastard! Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t you dare!” Dick mocked him in a falsetto tone as he dug his fingers into Logan’s ribs and tickled him mercilessly. Logan sputtered and whooped, his face going red as he laughed almost breathlessly, his hands batting weakly at Dick’s as the sensations completely incapacitated him. He squirmed, and suddenly Dick felt something firm and hard nudge his tailbone. He froze for a second, and then glanced down at Logan. Logan was breathing hard, his eyes wet with tears of laughter, but there was something else there, too, something behind the tears that made his dark hazel eyes seem lit from within. Dick was pretty sure he knew what that something was-and that it was causing the boner currently poking him in the butt. The tickling was turning Logan on, and in a big way. This realization caused Dick’s cock to weigh in on the debate with an enthusiastic twitch. This wasn’t unusual . . . it made a lot of his decisions for him. Sometimes it got him laid, and sometimes it got him slapped or kneed in the groin. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. He went for Logan’s ribs again, and the leaner boy tensed, more helpless laughter streaming out of him.
“D-Dick, oh my G-God, seriously, I’m gonna d-die!” He cried.
“You should’ve thought of that before you stuck your feet in my face!” Dick taunted him with a grin and tried to get his hands up under Logan’s arms. Logan tried to keep them at his sides, his flat belly tensing, and then a pair of slender hands grabbed them at the wrists and pulled them over his head, pinning them there and exposing his underarms. Dick looked up to see Cassidy kneeling behind Logan’s head, holding his wrists to the ground. He met Dick’s eyes for a moment and there was heat in his expression, evident only by a slightly sly smile that played around the corners of Beav’s cupid’s-bow lips. Dick grinned at him in reply and then stroked his fingers along Logan’s rib cage before moving up to his underarms and up the insides of his arms.
Logan gave a strangled half-moan and tried to squirm free, but the sensations sapped him and all he could do was give into them, especially since most of them were making arousal coil in the pit of his belly and bloom out over his groin in such a throbbing nest of pleasure that he felt that pretty soon he might shoot into his pants like a horny fifteen year old. He knew that Dick could feel his erection, but now something was pressing and jerking against his own belly, and he realized that Dick was getting turned on as well. His friend’s blue eyes were bright and his careless blonde hair, the envy of most people in town, be they male or female, fell over his forehead as he attacked the vulnerable skin just above Logan’s underarms. Logan sucked in a breath as his belly went nearly concave, and his erection quivered and dribbled into his trunks.
“Dick . . . can’t . . . breathe!” He gasped, trying to pass off his helpless arousal as agony. Dick moved off of Logan’s belly, and Logan glanced down to see that Dick’s trunks were also distended at the crotch. He knelt on either side of Logan’s ankles and grinned.
“You’re such a girl, Echolls! Can’t take a little manhandling?”
“You’ve . . . handled . . . enough!” Logan giggled, and his bare toes wriggled. He could only pray that Dick wouldn’t go there. His ribs and underarms were extremely ticklish, always had been, but Logan knew that if Dick tickled his feet, he’d probably go off like a rocket and then pass out, and maybe not in that order. There was a reason he’d never let anyone touch them.
Of course if you didn’t want him to touch them, why did you wave them in Dick’s face? A tiny voice asked in the back of Logan’s head, and then all mental processes went blank with white noise as Dick leaned over and blew warm air over his chest and belly in a slow, straight line as his fingers strummed around the backs of Logan’s knees. Logan’s hips arched again and he sputtered out more giggles that were now intermixed with moans. Christ! Where had Dick learned to do that? The warm air separated the fine hairs of his glory trail and made his belly muscles tighten in a way that was a thousand times more pleasurable than touch. He choked out a series of sounds as more lines of warm air moved up his inner thighs and then along the horizontal across his belly.
“Go for his feet, Dick,” Cassidy said suddenly, and Logan’s head snapped up.
“Come on guys . . . please,” he panted. “I can’t . . . you don’t know what that . . . you gotta let me breathe!”
“You can talk, you can breathe. Take it like a man, Echolls!” Dick laughed and pinned Logan’s feet to the ground with one big hand. Under normal circumstances, Logan might have been able to kick free of such a hold, but he was so weak from laughter and sensation and arousal that he could do little more but wiggle his toes helplessly. Cassidy watched silently, but Logan could almost smell his excitement. A hitching moan escaped Logan’s throat and then he gave a strangled yell as his body tensed when Dick started to tickle his feet. Dick watched Logan’s face as he fluttered his fingers against the soles of Logan’s feet, no pretense or playful words now. His expression reflected his heat. Logan’s head rolled back and forth on the sleeping bag as his hips began an uneven jerking.
“Dick . . . oh Jesus God . . .” He gasped, and then looked up as Cassidy leaned over him, bringing his own hands to his bare chest, to his nipples, which strained out stiff and hard, Cassidy’s slender hands still wrapped around his wrists. He moved Logan’s own hands over the tight buds, encouraging him to touch them. Logan looked up into Cassidy’s eyes, the grey depths a dark cobalt in the fading light. He didn’t speak, but there was an intensity in his gaze that was much older than his sixteen years, and Logan returned it, breathing hard, alternating with trembling gasps and half-laughter mixed with weary protests that he didn’t even mean anymore, but he made them anyway so he could maintain later that he never really gave in. He flicked two fingers over his nipples and it set off a chain reaction that sent off massive tectonics all over his body. His feet began to shudder in Dick’s hold as his hips arched up hard and he tweaked his own nipples hard as it all pushed him over the trembling edge of pure pleasure with the demanding hand of orgasm. He gave a wavering cry that was all but drowned out by the storm raging outside as he came hard, shooting into his trunks in a series of contractions that made his lean frame tense and release in half a dozen shuddering motions. As if from a distance, he heard Dick growl out a strangled “Fuck!” Cassidy gave a quiet gasp a moment later, and the mingled scent of their issue filled the tent. Finally, Dick let Logan’s feet go and he sat back, looking a bit dazed. Cassidy also moved away, the front of his trunks dark and slippery. Logan’s head fell back heavily as he let his hands slide off his chest and to his sides. Thunder shook the air around them again, and Dick frowned briefly at the wetness in his lap before he skimmed off his trunks and stood up, his cock still twitching even as it softened. He unzipped the tent just enough so his hand fit through the opening, and he held his trunks out in the pounding rain for a few moments, flapping them as he did so until the mess was washed away. Logan sit up, still a bit dizzy, as Cassidy turned away from them both and used the shadows in the corners to hide himself as he slipped out of his trunks and into a pair of soft black sweats. Dick used his rain-wet trunks to brush at his tangled blonde pubic hair, and then he tossed the trunks into the opposite corner. He crouched, unconcerned by his nudity, and dug a pair of sweats from his duffel bag. He stepped into them, tugged on a fleece Hollister sweater, and then plunked down on his sleeping bag. Logan blinked at him, rumpled, wet, and rapidly growing clammy in the nether regions, and Dick picked up a Rolling Stone that sat near his sleeping bag as Cassidy lit the electric lantern. Taking the non-verbal cue that the moment had passed, Logan changed quickly and then fished his iPod out from his own backpack as the timpani beat of the rain on the tent began to slacken. Cassidy crawled between the thick folds of his sleeping bag and zipped himself away from the world like a field mouse in its burrow. Logan untangled his ear buds, which always managed to tangle up on themselves, no matter how carefully he wound them up. Dick turned a page of his magazine and caught Logan’s eye before he grinned, a quick, bright grin that was both careless and smug and made Logan wonder if he needed to make an exception for Dick(Beaver) when he told himself every morning that he didn’t give a shit about anyone.
“Dude. You totally gave,” Dick smirked, and Logan only smiled in an inscrutable manner that neither confirmed nor denied this claim as he put his ear buds in and plotted a midnight assault on his friend that would involve sticking other assorted body parts in Dick’s face-and exactly how much it would take to make him give.
FIN
By Lexalicious70
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Genre: Slash, threesome, kink (tickling)
Pairing: Dick/Logan, Logan/Cassidy (they all get tangled up after awhile).
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,048
Warnings: Minor racial un-PCishness on the part of one character, very brief.
Summary: As Logan, Dick, and Cassidy weather a storm in Tijuana, Logan’s teasing pushes Dick to find out exactly what makes his best friend breathless; Cassidy also lends a hand.
A/N: To feed my OT3 love. I don’t own the characters-they own me. However, they belong to Rob Thomas and Warner Bros. This is for fun, not profit. Just as a reminder, this is slash, so please don’t comment me all outraged that OMG it’s slash because you’ve been warned: hot guys touching each other, next five miles. Feedback is love and petted more than Dick’s pretty, pretty hair! Thanks for dreamwvr73 for the title suggestion and for help with the porny particulars! You’re the best, BFF! Additional thanks to cinderella81 for the beta.
Wipeout
By Lexalicious70
Heavy sheets of rain moved across the Tijuana beach like a slow-moving soldier, finding and soaking everything in its path. Thunder boomed out behind it, and the sky lit up all around with yellowish flashes of lightning that turned near-dusk into day. In the wake of the storm, three young men ran for cover, cringing, ducking, and laughing all at the same time as they scrambled up the slope of the beach like wet ducklings and jostled each other as the tallest of them, an athletic blonde, unzipped the roomy nylon tent they had left set up at the head of the beach that morning.
“Come on, Dick, get it open!”
“I’m getting it, just hold your wad, Echolls!” Dick replied as he finally got the zipper down all the way and ducked inside. His best friend Logan followed, and Dick’s kid brother Cassidy brought up the rear. Logan shook water from his slightly tousled brunette hair, the ends frosted blonde at the crown and at the short bangs, the normally upright hair flattened by the torrential rain. Dick zipped up the tent and shielded his face with his arms.
“Fuck! Damn it, Logan!”
“Like you’re not already soaked?” Logan laughed as he rubbed a hand through his hair, pushing it back into its usual style. The hair obeyed its expensive cut and stood up once more, the dyed ends glistening with moisture. Cassidy sat down near his sleeping bag in the corner and squirmed out of his grey hoodie, which was now two shades darker and heavy with rain. He let the garment drop into a sodden pile as his face pinched up with disgust. Dick wore only a pair of long red and white swim trunks, and he ran a hand through his light blonde hair, squeezing water from its shaggy ends. Large drops of water dripped onto his big bare feet.
“I told you there was a storm watch for this afternoon!” Cassidy said to his older brother as he tried to push his wet, dark blonde curls from his face, curls that were only drying tighter with the moisture in the air. Dick rolled his eyes and let a few more drops of water drip onto Cassidy’s upturned face. Cassidy sputtered and slapped at Dick’s legs.
“Ass!”
Dick grinned, satisfied, and then he plopped down on his own sleeping bag across from Logan. His friend looked chilled in his wet dark red tee, his nipples standing out stiff and hard against the thin material, and Dick tried not to stare. He reasoned that hey, nipples were nipples, and he liked looking at them, but he didn’t want to be all obvious about it, even though he’d caught Logan staring at him more than once when they’d been swimming that afternoon. Not that he was all that surprised-both guys and girls cruised him all the time, and he had to admit, he dug the attention . . . especially when he got it from Logan.
Logan’s expression twisted with discomfort as he yanked off his dark blue water shoes, which were cold and clammy with drying rain. He held one up with two fingers and threatened Dick with it, shaking it in his direction, and Dick made an expression of mock-horror. Logan laughed and tossed it onto the middle of Dick’s sleeping bag, and Dick batted it away to the opposite wall.
“Dude!”
“Dude!” Logan mocked him in a Keanu Reeves imitation, and then yanked off the other shoe. Dick watched him, a guarded expression on his face.
“Don’t even think about it.”
“Poor little Dickie, afraid of a shoe!”
“More like grossed out! They reek! And don’t call me Dickie!”
Logan tossed the shoe over next to the other one and then stretched before he reached back to grab the rear collar of his tee shirt in order to pull it off. He lobbed it over with the shoes as Dick snuck looks at Logan’s chest, which was lean but muscled and led down to a very flat belly and defined abs. A barely-there coating of light brown hair fanned out across Logan’s pecs and then ran down between his small, erect nipples, which were a shade darker than the rest of his chest. The line continued down, broke at his belly, and then blazed a trail into his blue and white trunks, where Dick knew his best pal packed quite an impressive number of pubic inches. Not that he spent a ton of time looking, but hey, he and Logan went to the gym together and were in the same gym class at school, and when you were in the showers, you looked. It was a guy thing, just like how girls probably compared their boob size to other chicks.
The fact that the sight of Logan’s naked cock had turned him on during more than one occasion was a little more weird, but Dick didn’t dwell. He was a simple guy, and complicated shit bored him. At the moment, Logan’s bare chest was a lot more interesting than any kind of sexuality angst he might have had. Logan caught Dick’s eye briefly and then stretched his legs out, raising one into the air and wiggling his toes at Dick. Dick’s blue eyes narrowed.
“You’re asking for some serious ownage, dude.”
“They don’t stink too badly, do they?” Logan asked, and then plopped his feet down, soles first, onto Dick’s sleeping bag, where he rubbed them vigorously into the nylon fabric. Dick pounced, tackling Logan across his own sleeping bag, and Cassidy ducked only slightly as he picked up the electric lantern before a flailing limb could break it. He ran a hand through his damp, sherry-colored hair as he watched Dick pin Logan, his expression patient, as if he’d witnessed this a thousand times before. Dick, bigger and heavier than Logan and very athletic, sat on Logan’s lower belly and pinned his wrists.
“Give?”
“I gave at the office!” Logan grinned, his face flushed, and Dick regarded his friend’s face. He liked this breathless, giggling look on Logan, who rarely showed his teeth when he smiled. Dick very suddenly wanted to keep that expression on Logan’s face, both because he needed to smile after being dumped by Veronica Mars (and for that psycho Duncan Kane, no less,) and because everyone else in Logan’s life made him so fucking miserable-his punch-happy father, his weak mother, his bitch of a sister, the so-called friends who had deserted Logan after he’d been accused of murdering that beaner on the bridge, and the media, who had dubbed him “Little Orphan Asshole.” Dick knew he was the only one Logan could count on anymore. (Well, Beav too, but Beav was part of the Dick package, more like an appendage than anything.) He grinned and let go of Logan’s wrists, confident of his own weight, and then tickled Logan’s ribs with both hands. Yeah, it was stupid, something chicks did, but screw it, they were there alone, who was going to make that call?
“I said give!”
Logan’s response was instantaneous and a complete surprise. His back arched hard, his pubic bone pressing into Dick’s rear end, and a staccato burst of giggles streamed out of him as he slapped at Dick’s hands.
“Cut it out!”
“What’s this? Is Logan Echolls ticklish?” Dick grinned, and something like horror crossed Logan’s face.
“You bastard! Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t you dare!” Dick mocked him in a falsetto tone as he dug his fingers into Logan’s ribs and tickled him mercilessly. Logan sputtered and whooped, his face going red as he laughed almost breathlessly, his hands batting weakly at Dick’s as the sensations completely incapacitated him. He squirmed, and suddenly Dick felt something firm and hard nudge his tailbone. He froze for a second, and then glanced down at Logan. Logan was breathing hard, his eyes wet with tears of laughter, but there was something else there, too, something behind the tears that made his dark hazel eyes seem lit from within. Dick was pretty sure he knew what that something was-and that it was causing the boner currently poking him in the butt. The tickling was turning Logan on, and in a big way. This realization caused Dick’s cock to weigh in on the debate with an enthusiastic twitch. This wasn’t unusual . . . it made a lot of his decisions for him. Sometimes it got him laid, and sometimes it got him slapped or kneed in the groin. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained. He went for Logan’s ribs again, and the leaner boy tensed, more helpless laughter streaming out of him.
“D-Dick, oh my G-God, seriously, I’m gonna d-die!” He cried.
“You should’ve thought of that before you stuck your feet in my face!” Dick taunted him with a grin and tried to get his hands up under Logan’s arms. Logan tried to keep them at his sides, his flat belly tensing, and then a pair of slender hands grabbed them at the wrists and pulled them over his head, pinning them there and exposing his underarms. Dick looked up to see Cassidy kneeling behind Logan’s head, holding his wrists to the ground. He met Dick’s eyes for a moment and there was heat in his expression, evident only by a slightly sly smile that played around the corners of Beav’s cupid’s-bow lips. Dick grinned at him in reply and then stroked his fingers along Logan’s rib cage before moving up to his underarms and up the insides of his arms.
Logan gave a strangled half-moan and tried to squirm free, but the sensations sapped him and all he could do was give into them, especially since most of them were making arousal coil in the pit of his belly and bloom out over his groin in such a throbbing nest of pleasure that he felt that pretty soon he might shoot into his pants like a horny fifteen year old. He knew that Dick could feel his erection, but now something was pressing and jerking against his own belly, and he realized that Dick was getting turned on as well. His friend’s blue eyes were bright and his careless blonde hair, the envy of most people in town, be they male or female, fell over his forehead as he attacked the vulnerable skin just above Logan’s underarms. Logan sucked in a breath as his belly went nearly concave, and his erection quivered and dribbled into his trunks.
“Dick . . . can’t . . . breathe!” He gasped, trying to pass off his helpless arousal as agony. Dick moved off of Logan’s belly, and Logan glanced down to see that Dick’s trunks were also distended at the crotch. He knelt on either side of Logan’s ankles and grinned.
“You’re such a girl, Echolls! Can’t take a little manhandling?”
“You’ve . . . handled . . . enough!” Logan giggled, and his bare toes wriggled. He could only pray that Dick wouldn’t go there. His ribs and underarms were extremely ticklish, always had been, but Logan knew that if Dick tickled his feet, he’d probably go off like a rocket and then pass out, and maybe not in that order. There was a reason he’d never let anyone touch them.
Of course if you didn’t want him to touch them, why did you wave them in Dick’s face? A tiny voice asked in the back of Logan’s head, and then all mental processes went blank with white noise as Dick leaned over and blew warm air over his chest and belly in a slow, straight line as his fingers strummed around the backs of Logan’s knees. Logan’s hips arched again and he sputtered out more giggles that were now intermixed with moans. Christ! Where had Dick learned to do that? The warm air separated the fine hairs of his glory trail and made his belly muscles tighten in a way that was a thousand times more pleasurable than touch. He choked out a series of sounds as more lines of warm air moved up his inner thighs and then along the horizontal across his belly.
“Go for his feet, Dick,” Cassidy said suddenly, and Logan’s head snapped up.
“Come on guys . . . please,” he panted. “I can’t . . . you don’t know what that . . . you gotta let me breathe!”
“You can talk, you can breathe. Take it like a man, Echolls!” Dick laughed and pinned Logan’s feet to the ground with one big hand. Under normal circumstances, Logan might have been able to kick free of such a hold, but he was so weak from laughter and sensation and arousal that he could do little more but wiggle his toes helplessly. Cassidy watched silently, but Logan could almost smell his excitement. A hitching moan escaped Logan’s throat and then he gave a strangled yell as his body tensed when Dick started to tickle his feet. Dick watched Logan’s face as he fluttered his fingers against the soles of Logan’s feet, no pretense or playful words now. His expression reflected his heat. Logan’s head rolled back and forth on the sleeping bag as his hips began an uneven jerking.
“Dick . . . oh Jesus God . . .” He gasped, and then looked up as Cassidy leaned over him, bringing his own hands to his bare chest, to his nipples, which strained out stiff and hard, Cassidy’s slender hands still wrapped around his wrists. He moved Logan’s own hands over the tight buds, encouraging him to touch them. Logan looked up into Cassidy’s eyes, the grey depths a dark cobalt in the fading light. He didn’t speak, but there was an intensity in his gaze that was much older than his sixteen years, and Logan returned it, breathing hard, alternating with trembling gasps and half-laughter mixed with weary protests that he didn’t even mean anymore, but he made them anyway so he could maintain later that he never really gave in. He flicked two fingers over his nipples and it set off a chain reaction that sent off massive tectonics all over his body. His feet began to shudder in Dick’s hold as his hips arched up hard and he tweaked his own nipples hard as it all pushed him over the trembling edge of pure pleasure with the demanding hand of orgasm. He gave a wavering cry that was all but drowned out by the storm raging outside as he came hard, shooting into his trunks in a series of contractions that made his lean frame tense and release in half a dozen shuddering motions. As if from a distance, he heard Dick growl out a strangled “Fuck!” Cassidy gave a quiet gasp a moment later, and the mingled scent of their issue filled the tent. Finally, Dick let Logan’s feet go and he sat back, looking a bit dazed. Cassidy also moved away, the front of his trunks dark and slippery. Logan’s head fell back heavily as he let his hands slide off his chest and to his sides. Thunder shook the air around them again, and Dick frowned briefly at the wetness in his lap before he skimmed off his trunks and stood up, his cock still twitching even as it softened. He unzipped the tent just enough so his hand fit through the opening, and he held his trunks out in the pounding rain for a few moments, flapping them as he did so until the mess was washed away. Logan sit up, still a bit dizzy, as Cassidy turned away from them both and used the shadows in the corners to hide himself as he slipped out of his trunks and into a pair of soft black sweats. Dick used his rain-wet trunks to brush at his tangled blonde pubic hair, and then he tossed the trunks into the opposite corner. He crouched, unconcerned by his nudity, and dug a pair of sweats from his duffel bag. He stepped into them, tugged on a fleece Hollister sweater, and then plunked down on his sleeping bag. Logan blinked at him, rumpled, wet, and rapidly growing clammy in the nether regions, and Dick picked up a Rolling Stone that sat near his sleeping bag as Cassidy lit the electric lantern. Taking the non-verbal cue that the moment had passed, Logan changed quickly and then fished his iPod out from his own backpack as the timpani beat of the rain on the tent began to slacken. Cassidy crawled between the thick folds of his sleeping bag and zipped himself away from the world like a field mouse in its burrow. Logan untangled his ear buds, which always managed to tangle up on themselves, no matter how carefully he wound them up. Dick turned a page of his magazine and caught Logan’s eye before he grinned, a quick, bright grin that was both careless and smug and made Logan wonder if he needed to make an exception for Dick(Beaver) when he told himself every morning that he didn’t give a shit about anyone.
“Dude. You totally gave,” Dick smirked, and Logan only smiled in an inscrutable manner that neither confirmed nor denied this claim as he put his ear buds in and plotted a midnight assault on his friend that would involve sticking other assorted body parts in Dick’s face-and exactly how much it would take to make him give.
FIN