Fic: One-Way Ticket On A Runaway Train - Chapter Twelve
Special note and thanks: The “Mile High Club” scene was originally conceived by Edna, who has graciously allowed me to use it. I’ve made some revisions and enhancements to fit the X-Men scenario, but the core idea of the scene is hers. Thank you, Edna. I’m eternally grateful to you for your generosity and your talent.
After a week of intensive investigation, the Professor’s numerous contacts within the mutant community yielded very little pertinent information. All they knew for certain was that Magneto had already recruited twin siblings Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, code names Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, his children by a woman named Magda. The other mutants he was hoping to enlist included Jason Wyngarde, code name Mastermind, as his name implied a master manipulator, and En Sabah Nur, code name Apocalypse, a mutant whose powers included the ability to alter his body’s atomic structure, telekinetic levitation and rapid healing.
Still unaware of exactly what Magneto had planned for the diverse little group he was assembling, the Professor was informed that Mystique had recently surfaced in Paris, in disguise as a wealthy New York socialite attending the fashion shows. He surmised that she was probably there to connect with some European-based mutants that were on Magneto’s wish list. There had also been some rumblings that Magneto might possibly be targeting the Eiffel Tower in some scheme to damage it, unless certain demands were met. The Professor decided to send Logan to Paris to do some reconnaissance, as with his enhanced olfactory senses, he had the best shot at recognizing the disguised shapeshifter. Needing a plausible excuse for Logan to be at fashion shows for women, the cover story was that he was a fashion photographer for Warren Worthington’s New York based magazine Manhattan Mutant.
As a way to perhaps bond the two combative men, the Professor decided to send Scott along with Logan to Paris. They wanted to take Rogue and Kitty with them, but the Professor was concerned that the observe-and-report aspect of the assignment may take a dangerous turn, if Mystique was not alone as reported, and trouble ensued. Both girls promised to spend their time doing nothing more harmful than sightseeing and shopping, although Charles was sure the damage to his credit limit would be anything but harmless when those two got done working their way through the Paris boutiques. After much begging and pleading from the girls, he still wouldn’t relent. Rogue then slyly suggested that it would look strange for Scott to be accompanying Logan, unless they were content to let it appear the two men were lovers. After all, why would two such handsome men be traveling together without the accompaniment of women, unless they were a couple? Logan blanched at the idea of anyone questioning his sexual preferences and wanted to change their background story immediately.
Conceding defeat against the determined foursome, Charles finally caved, with strong reminders to both men that he was holding them both responsible for the girl’s safety. The new cover story was that Logan and Scott were wealthy businessmen simply taking their girlfriends to the fashion shows. This, of course, necessitated the purchase of clothing suitable for the upper crust set. Rogue finally got to buy some dress-up clothes from Mom’s Night Out maternity store, while Kitty hit Vera Wang and the guys bought Hugo Boss suits. Complaining bitterly about the unfairness of not being able to go to Europe, Jubilee was placated with a mall allowance equal to what Rogue and Kitty were spending. The Professor just shook his head resignedly as the bills came in, while Jean muttered snide remarks about spoiled brats.
As the Blackbird was in the process of being refitted with some new enhancements, Warren agreed to loan the X-Men the use of his private Lear jet. The foursome left with a warning from the Professor to both men to keep close to the girls and use their time wisely. It became apparent soon enough that Logan and Scott both interpreted the command a little differently than he’d actually intended.
The jet was barely off the ground and over the Atlantic Ocean when Rogue had a naughty idea that would prove to be very entertaining for Logan.
She didn't know whether it was her hormones in high gear from the pregnancy or Logan looking extra sexy in his new clean-shaven businessman disguise, wearing a black silk long sleeved shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows) and black pants. All she knew was that she was definitely feeling very horny. A glance at the chest hairs peeking out of his unbuttoned collar made her instantly wet her panties. She leaned over the wide armrest and whispered into his ear, "I’ve heard about this thing called the Mile-High Club, care to join me in becoming a member?”
Logan cocked an eyebrow at her, as she gave him a long sultry look. With that, Rogue slowly stood up and with a slight sway of her hips, walked toward the private jet’s bathroom. Logan could only stare at the sexy movement of her hips encased in some floral-printed soft-fabric. The firm curves made his hands itch to grab them tight and massage them till she moaned.
Scott was entertaining Kitty with stories of previous missions and Logan was attempting to pay attention, which was a major feat, as all his blood had suddenly gone down to his crotch. Knowing he had to let a few minutes pass before he could reasonably follow Rogue and bang the daylights out of her, he listened half-heartedly.
After five minutes of putting up with mission stories where Scott "Saved the day single-handedly", Logan finally gave up and excused himself. He was in too much of a hurry to get to Rogue to even bother correcting Scott, and likely instigating an argument in the process. Hoping that the angry tent forming at his crotch would go unnoticed, he briskly walked to the back of the jet.
Knocking lightly twice, the door finally opened and Logan let himself in. Rogue immediately grabbed his face and locked their mouths in a deep searing kiss. She opened her mouth and he mercilessly invaded it with his tongue. She was just as merciless in engaging his tongue with hers. His hands tightly grabbed her firm buttocks and firmly ground her hips against the hardness of his crotch, revealing to her the evidence of his excitement.
"Hmmm," Rogue moaned, responding by grinding her hips against him even harder.
Logan started pulling up her skirt, reveling at the feel of the smooth skin of her derriere exposed by the thong panties she favored. Rogue continued to hold down Logan's head, as if she couldn't get enough of his tongue in her mouth. She was completely engulfed in the sensation of having every part of his strong, muscular body against hers. While he enjoyed gripping her ass, Logan knew how much Rogue liked the sensation of his fingers inside her. Pushing aside the cotton fabric of her panties, he slipped two of his fingers into her.
"Hmmm." Was all Rogue could moan, as she continued her deep-throat kissing with him.
Logan then matched the pumping motions of his tongue with his fingers. Wanting a deeper penetration, Rogue lifted her right leg and locked it behind him. Sensing her eagerness, he pumped even harder into her and felt her getting wetter and wetter with each stroke, as her inner muscles clamped around his fingers in a tight squeeze. Sensing her impending orgasm, he latched on tighter to her mouth to swallow her screams as she finally exploded. Recovering from her orgasm, Rogue pulled back and took deep, gulping breaths.
She stood facing him, her skirt bunched up slightly, but otherwise still fully clothed. Sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet, he gruffly pulled down her skirt and panties and she eagerly stepped out of them. She now stood half naked in front of him, the tantalizing small patch of hair covering her mound, just mere inches away from his mouth. He could smell her strong arousal and just couldn't resist. Snaking out his tongue, he took one long lick of her. Rogue felt her knees buckle at the slick feel of his tongue against her hot center. She had to place her hands against the walls of the tiny bathroom just to keep her balance.
Stopping to look up at her, Logan's dick went extra hard at the wanton sight of Rogue in just her blouse, hands pressed against the walls, knees bent outward, further opening her legs and her feet still encased in their high-heeled mules. He couldn't resist and just had to reach out his fingers and play with her a little bit more, as his mouth once again continued its assault.
Rogue could only circle her hips against Logan's hand as she reveled in the feelings he created for her with his talented mouth and fingers. Biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out, her second orgasm washed over her more intensely than the first.
She stared into Logan’s heated hazel eyes; her own eyes still glazed, and in a breathy voice said, "That was good, sugar, but I want your cock."
At that, she pulled him to a standing position, immediately unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his slacks. Without hesitation, she pulled down his pants along with his briefs and released his engorged penis, which was hot to her touch. She licked her lips at the sight of his large dick.
Logan stepped out of the slacks pooled at his feet and sat back down on the lid of the toilet. He firmly gripped her hips and turned her around so her backside now faced him. He then held each of her inner thighs with his hands, pushed them apart just enough and slowly pushed her down onto his erection. Rogue let out a sigh, as she was finally impaled on his engorged cock.
The position granted her control of their movements. She realized that what they were doing was almost doggy-style, and oddly felt more aroused at the thought. She stretched out her toes and pushed up her legs repeatedly to create slamming motions. Logan then let his hands roam upward and pulled off her blouse to reveal braless breasts made even fuller from the pregnancy. As Rogue increased the tempo, he cupped both breasts from behind and gently massaged the soft mounds of flesh, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers.
Rogue closed her eyes as she felt her body slowly splitting apart. She arched her back away from his chest and stretched out her hands behind her to grip the sides of his head. Slowly opening her eyes, she stole a glance of them in the mirror on the opposite wall. She couldn't believe how terribly arousing it was to see herself gasping and arching, while Logan's large hands gripped her creamy breasts from behind.
He felt her shudder and knowing her next orgasm was only seconds away, surprised her by pushing his hips upward to meet her in one final thrust. Rogue immediately felt the sensations burst through her. Before she could scream at the intense pleasure, Logan's large hand immediately went up to cover her mouth, as he exploded with his own orgasm.
Rogue’s reflexes let her continue her pumping motions as the residual spasms from her orgasm finally settled. Kissing that place between her shoulders and neck, Logan held her, until he felt her finally recover and relax.
Then he whispered, "Well, baby, how did you like your first *Mile-High* experience?”
"Fabulous." Came her breathy reply.
After a few moments, they were finally able to gather the strength to put their clothes back on and walk back to their seats.
As they entered the main cabin they saw Kitty and Scott were hastily arranging their own clothes, both very flushed. Obviously, they were now certified members of the *Mile High Club*, too. As he sat down, Logan gave Scott a conspiratorial wink as Scott merely grinned in acknowledgment. Kitty slumped onto the leather couch, boneless in post-sex satiation, while Scott looked very pleased with himself. The jet landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport that evening, containing four extremely satisfied and happy people.
After a week of intensive investigation, the Professor’s numerous contacts within the mutant community yielded very little pertinent information. All they knew for certain was that Magneto had already recruited twin siblings Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, code names Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver, his children by a woman named Magda. The other mutants he was hoping to enlist included Jason Wyngarde, code name Mastermind, as his name implied a master manipulator, and En Sabah Nur, code name Apocalypse, a mutant whose powers included the ability to alter his body’s atomic structure, telekinetic levitation and rapid healing.
Still unaware of exactly what Magneto had planned for the diverse little group he was assembling, the Professor was informed that Mystique had recently surfaced in Paris, in disguise as a wealthy New York socialite attending the fashion shows. He surmised that she was probably there to connect with some European-based mutants that were on Magneto’s wish list. There had also been some rumblings that Magneto might possibly be targeting the Eiffel Tower in some scheme to damage it, unless certain demands were met. The Professor decided to send Logan to Paris to do some reconnaissance, as with his enhanced olfactory senses, he had the best shot at recognizing the disguised shapeshifter. Needing a plausible excuse for Logan to be at fashion shows for women, the cover story was that he was a fashion photographer for Warren Worthington’s New York based magazine Manhattan Mutant.
As a way to perhaps bond the two combative men, the Professor decided to send Scott along with Logan to Paris. They wanted to take Rogue and Kitty with them, but the Professor was concerned that the observe-and-report aspect of the assignment may take a dangerous turn, if Mystique was not alone as reported, and trouble ensued. Both girls promised to spend their time doing nothing more harmful than sightseeing and shopping, although Charles was sure the damage to his credit limit would be anything but harmless when those two got done working their way through the Paris boutiques. After much begging and pleading from the girls, he still wouldn’t relent. Rogue then slyly suggested that it would look strange for Scott to be accompanying Logan, unless they were content to let it appear the two men were lovers. After all, why would two such handsome men be traveling together without the accompaniment of women, unless they were a couple? Logan blanched at the idea of anyone questioning his sexual preferences and wanted to change their background story immediately.
Conceding defeat against the determined foursome, Charles finally caved, with strong reminders to both men that he was holding them both responsible for the girl’s safety. The new cover story was that Logan and Scott were wealthy businessmen simply taking their girlfriends to the fashion shows. This, of course, necessitated the purchase of clothing suitable for the upper crust set. Rogue finally got to buy some dress-up clothes from Mom’s Night Out maternity store, while Kitty hit Vera Wang and the guys bought Hugo Boss suits. Complaining bitterly about the unfairness of not being able to go to Europe, Jubilee was placated with a mall allowance equal to what Rogue and Kitty were spending. The Professor just shook his head resignedly as the bills came in, while Jean muttered snide remarks about spoiled brats.
As the Blackbird was in the process of being refitted with some new enhancements, Warren agreed to loan the X-Men the use of his private Lear jet. The foursome left with a warning from the Professor to both men to keep close to the girls and use their time wisely. It became apparent soon enough that Logan and Scott both interpreted the command a little differently than he’d actually intended.
The jet was barely off the ground and over the Atlantic Ocean when Rogue had a naughty idea that would prove to be very entertaining for Logan.
She didn't know whether it was her hormones in high gear from the pregnancy or Logan looking extra sexy in his new clean-shaven businessman disguise, wearing a black silk long sleeved shirt (with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows) and black pants. All she knew was that she was definitely feeling very horny. A glance at the chest hairs peeking out of his unbuttoned collar made her instantly wet her panties. She leaned over the wide armrest and whispered into his ear, "I’ve heard about this thing called the Mile-High Club, care to join me in becoming a member?”
Logan cocked an eyebrow at her, as she gave him a long sultry look. With that, Rogue slowly stood up and with a slight sway of her hips, walked toward the private jet’s bathroom. Logan could only stare at the sexy movement of her hips encased in some floral-printed soft-fabric. The firm curves made his hands itch to grab them tight and massage them till she moaned.
Scott was entertaining Kitty with stories of previous missions and Logan was attempting to pay attention, which was a major feat, as all his blood had suddenly gone down to his crotch. Knowing he had to let a few minutes pass before he could reasonably follow Rogue and bang the daylights out of her, he listened half-heartedly.
After five minutes of putting up with mission stories where Scott "Saved the day single-handedly", Logan finally gave up and excused himself. He was in too much of a hurry to get to Rogue to even bother correcting Scott, and likely instigating an argument in the process. Hoping that the angry tent forming at his crotch would go unnoticed, he briskly walked to the back of the jet.
Knocking lightly twice, the door finally opened and Logan let himself in. Rogue immediately grabbed his face and locked their mouths in a deep searing kiss. She opened her mouth and he mercilessly invaded it with his tongue. She was just as merciless in engaging his tongue with hers. His hands tightly grabbed her firm buttocks and firmly ground her hips against the hardness of his crotch, revealing to her the evidence of his excitement.
"Hmmm," Rogue moaned, responding by grinding her hips against him even harder.
Logan started pulling up her skirt, reveling at the feel of the smooth skin of her derriere exposed by the thong panties she favored. Rogue continued to hold down Logan's head, as if she couldn't get enough of his tongue in her mouth. She was completely engulfed in the sensation of having every part of his strong, muscular body against hers. While he enjoyed gripping her ass, Logan knew how much Rogue liked the sensation of his fingers inside her. Pushing aside the cotton fabric of her panties, he slipped two of his fingers into her.
"Hmmm." Was all Rogue could moan, as she continued her deep-throat kissing with him.
Logan then matched the pumping motions of his tongue with his fingers. Wanting a deeper penetration, Rogue lifted her right leg and locked it behind him. Sensing her eagerness, he pumped even harder into her and felt her getting wetter and wetter with each stroke, as her inner muscles clamped around his fingers in a tight squeeze. Sensing her impending orgasm, he latched on tighter to her mouth to swallow her screams as she finally exploded. Recovering from her orgasm, Rogue pulled back and took deep, gulping breaths.
She stood facing him, her skirt bunched up slightly, but otherwise still fully clothed. Sitting down on the closed lid of the toilet, he gruffly pulled down her skirt and panties and she eagerly stepped out of them. She now stood half naked in front of him, the tantalizing small patch of hair covering her mound, just mere inches away from his mouth. He could smell her strong arousal and just couldn't resist. Snaking out his tongue, he took one long lick of her. Rogue felt her knees buckle at the slick feel of his tongue against her hot center. She had to place her hands against the walls of the tiny bathroom just to keep her balance.
Stopping to look up at her, Logan's dick went extra hard at the wanton sight of Rogue in just her blouse, hands pressed against the walls, knees bent outward, further opening her legs and her feet still encased in their high-heeled mules. He couldn't resist and just had to reach out his fingers and play with her a little bit more, as his mouth once again continued its assault.
Rogue could only circle her hips against Logan's hand as she reveled in the feelings he created for her with his talented mouth and fingers. Biting down on her lower lip to keep from screaming out, her second orgasm washed over her more intensely than the first.
She stared into Logan’s heated hazel eyes; her own eyes still glazed, and in a breathy voice said, "That was good, sugar, but I want your cock."
At that, she pulled him to a standing position, immediately unfastened his belt buckle and unzipped his slacks. Without hesitation, she pulled down his pants along with his briefs and released his engorged penis, which was hot to her touch. She licked her lips at the sight of his large dick.
Logan stepped out of the slacks pooled at his feet and sat back down on the lid of the toilet. He firmly gripped her hips and turned her around so her backside now faced him. He then held each of her inner thighs with his hands, pushed them apart just enough and slowly pushed her down onto his erection. Rogue let out a sigh, as she was finally impaled on his engorged cock.
The position granted her control of their movements. She realized that what they were doing was almost doggy-style, and oddly felt more aroused at the thought. She stretched out her toes and pushed up her legs repeatedly to create slamming motions. Logan then let his hands roam upward and pulled off her blouse to reveal braless breasts made even fuller from the pregnancy. As Rogue increased the tempo, he cupped both breasts from behind and gently massaged the soft mounds of flesh, rolling the hardened nipples between his fingers.
Rogue closed her eyes as she felt her body slowly splitting apart. She arched her back away from his chest and stretched out her hands behind her to grip the sides of his head. Slowly opening her eyes, she stole a glance of them in the mirror on the opposite wall. She couldn't believe how terribly arousing it was to see herself gasping and arching, while Logan's large hands gripped her creamy breasts from behind.
He felt her shudder and knowing her next orgasm was only seconds away, surprised her by pushing his hips upward to meet her in one final thrust. Rogue immediately felt the sensations burst through her. Before she could scream at the intense pleasure, Logan's large hand immediately went up to cover her mouth, as he exploded with his own orgasm.
Rogue’s reflexes let her continue her pumping motions as the residual spasms from her orgasm finally settled. Kissing that place between her shoulders and neck, Logan held her, until he felt her finally recover and relax.
Then he whispered, "Well, baby, how did you like your first *Mile-High* experience?”
"Fabulous." Came her breathy reply.
After a few moments, they were finally able to gather the strength to put their clothes back on and walk back to their seats.
As they entered the main cabin they saw Kitty and Scott were hastily arranging their own clothes, both very flushed. Obviously, they were now certified members of the *Mile High Club*, too. As he sat down, Logan gave Scott a conspiratorial wink as Scott merely grinned in acknowledgment. Kitty slumped onto the leather couch, boneless in post-sex satiation, while Scott looked very pleased with himself. The jet landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport that evening, containing four extremely satisfied and happy people.