Fic - Lost, Chapter 10
Getting out of the shower, Logan wrapped a towel around his waist, heading into his bedroom and slipping his boxers on. He used to sleep in nothing, but after what had happened with Rogue, he thought it was a safer idea to sleep with something on.
Lying down in bed, he rested his hands behind his head, wondering if the kid would make another appearance tonight, or if Jean would try to get him to remember, his thoughts becoming hazy, as he felt himself relax at the smell of Scott on his pillows.
He jolted up, glancing over at his clock, seeing the red 1:00, and realizing he must have fallen asleep, before he turned to the door, seeing Scott walking in, closing the door quietly behind him, and padding barefoot over to the bed.
Something was off about the kid. He wasn’t as relaxed or as sure as he had been in the past, the way he moved was different. Looking up at him, Logan frowned, about to ask what had happened, when he found himself with a lap full of Cyke.
Groaning, he let his hands find there way to the kid’s ass, kneading the muscle there, as Scott ravished his mouth, tongue exploring every inch, moving in and out, mimicking what the kid clearly had in mind.
“I can’t,” Logan groaned out, as Scott broke off the kiss, to suck along his neck, the small nips and sucks making Logan even harder, barely holding onto his control, to the Wolverine’s control.
“Why?” Scott asked, breath drying where he had been sucking.
“Because,” he replied, unable to stop the slow grind of his hips, “because if we do this …”
He trailed off and growled as Scott started to thrust back against him, his breaths starting to come in pants, hands gripping tighter.
“Because why, Logan?” Scott whispered against his lips.
“Because I won’t …” he trailed off, not wanting to tell him, but knowing he would in the end.
“Because?” Scott asked, hips still moving against his, hands scratching up and down over his chest, tracing his muscles, slowly driving him insane,
“Because I won’t be able to let you go,” he whispered, before leaning up and devouring his mouth, wanting to take Scott’s mind away from what he had just said.
He leaned backward, taking Cyke with him, before rolling over, one hand by Scott’s head, the other sneaking under his shirt, to touch the golden skin he had been lusting after for the past few days.
“Logan,” Scott whispered, staring up at him with lost blue eyes. “Please.”
Hearing the desperation in the other man’s voice, Logan and the Wolverine both felt something snap, the will to not take this further was broken, with just that one word. Nodding, Logan leaned down to kiss him again, moving gently against Cyke, feeling both their heart rates increase.
He pulled the shirt Scott was wearing up, leaning down to suck and bite his way up Cyke’s abdomen, tracing the muscle. Scott moaned as he writhed underneath him, breaths becoming more laboured, hips arching up to try and find friction.
“I want you, Logan” Scott breathed, as he tugged his shirt off and threw it off to the side. “I need you. Fuck me.”
Groaning, Logan felt himself harden even more, forehead resting on Scott’s chiseled chest, as he tried to calm himself. To stop himself simply from taking the man right now.
“You ever done this before, kid?” he asked, hoping that he had, knowing that with the way he was feeling, he wouldn’t be able to be gentle.
“Yeah,” Scott said, eyes closing as Logan continued to suck back down his abdomen. “A long time ago.”
Logan grinned, looking up at the other man, before pulling Scott’s shorts down, licking a long stripe up Scott’s cock, grinning in satisfaction as it jerked and pre-come leaked from the end.
“Logan,” Scott breathed, eyes closed, hands clutching the sheets of the bed.
Reaching out with one arm, Logan felt for his bedside drawer, hand digging around in it until he found the bottle of lube, not even giving the fact that the drawer had tumbled to the floor a second thought, getting rid of both of their shorts at the same time.
He made his way back up Cyke’s body, mouth devouring his again as he covered his fingers with the lube, his fingers trailing down across his balls, behind to the shallow valley between Scott’s cheeks.
Scott let out a gasp, bringing one knee up, hands tightening in Logan’s hair, tongue demanding entrance, and starting a slow thrust in and out.
Logan pushed one finger in slowly, trying to ease it in past the resistance, adding a second one when the first was able to glide in and out easily. He pulled away from the kiss as his fingers started a rhythm, scissoring apart, taking in Scott’s face as he panted, biting his lower lip.
Logan let out a groan as he felt Scott’s slick hand wrap around his cock, sliding up and down, before he flipped them over, with a strength Logan hadn’t realized he possessed. Scott straddled him, easing himself down, Logan’s cock sliding past the tight muscle, the preparations Logan had done easing the way, and what couldn’t be eased Scott pushed through, face grimacing before slowly relaxing.
“So tight …” Logan breathed, eyes opening and looking up into the crystal blue ones of Scott, who was regarding him with something more than lust in his eyes. He rocked upward to capture Scott’s mouth, tongue delving in and out, unable to stop the smirk as he heard Scott groan.
He echoed the groan when Scott started to move, his hips setting a slow rhythm, Logan’s hips starting to thrust up, meeting Scott’s movements, his hands moving to Cyke’s hips, guiding him, feeling coherent thought leave him as he heard the soft groans and whimpers coming from the man above him.
Scott’s head snapped back, as his hand reached down, fisting his cock in time with Logan’s thrust, the sight of it making Logan thrust harder, deeper, tension winding tighter and tighter in his belly.
He released one of his hands, moving it and covering Scott’s own, sliding his hand up and down, their pace quickening, breaths coming in pants.
“Lo-Logan,” Scott stuttered out, before come spilled over Logan’s hand and onto his stomach. Logan growled as the tight heat that he was thrusting into seemed to get tighter, making lights flash in front of his eyes, pleasure rushing through him.
“Scott,” he breathed, as he spilled into the other man, breath heavy, as he collapsed back onto the bed.
He wrapped his arms around Scott as the other man fell back on top of him, ignoring the stickiness between them, and enjoying the heat coming from Scott, eyes feeling heavy, hand running through the messy brown hair of the man on top of him.
“Scott,” he whispered, as he fell back asleep.
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A/N - So I've finally completed this fic! Yay! Only three chapters to go :). I'm super excited as this is my first completed X-Men fic. I'm going to have a poll at the end of chapter 13, to better gage what you guys think about what I should write next :).