ISH... STORY TIME!!! XD
This is a just for fun RP done between Karen and I. It is Wolverine/Gambit and is VERY GRAPHIC! Consider yourself warned... if you don't want to read it, DON'T! But then again, what are you doing on a journal called Twisted's Nymphomania in the first place if you are not a sex-crazed psycho like moi?
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Remy sat on the dock of the boathouse outside Xavier's mansion dangling his feet in the cool lake. It had been an unusually hot day for a New York summer and no one was out side, which suited Gambit nicely. The southerner soaked up the heat, he always thought it too cold in the north, and days like today when his cut-off jean shorts and over sized tank top clung to his sweaty skin and sweat dripped off his shades were perfect.
It was hot as hell, and Logan hated it. But worse than the heat, he hated the inactivity and lethargic atmosphere of the masion. He need to get out and just do something. Right now, a swim was sounding pretty nice. Wearing nothing but trunks and a towle around his shoulders, the mutant known as wolverine strode out to the lake.
Stretching like a cat Remy laid back on the dock to sunbath when a shadow fell across his chest. Nonchalantly he lifted his sunglasses without need; he could make out the rough out line of Wolverine standing over him anywhere. "What up Mon Amie?"
Logan growled. "It is too damn hot," he said gruffly by way of explanation. With that, he threw his towle down and dove into the lake. Not only was it as refreshing has he had hoped, but it also helped to conceal his reaction to seeing the cajun spread out like that on the dock.
With a light laugh Remy sat up and watch Logan swim through the water. It was amazing, how something so big and burly could be so graceful. "It wasn' dis hot a few minutes ago, Wolvie." Shooting his practically patented half grin at Logan, Remy slipped out of his shirt and slid off the dock and into the cool lake with a shiver.
Wolverine stopped mid stroke, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of the cajun's voice. In retrospect, it was not really a good idea. Metal skeletons made it difficult to float or tred water, and his height made stopping in the middle of the lake a bad idea. As he sunk a little, he summersulted and began to swim back to the shore and, coincidentally, toward Remy.
Remy bobbed in the water, treading lightly, close enough to the dock to hold on if need be. He watched Logan with much interest. "Where every one else at? Dey act like da sun gonna crash inta da earth or some'im." Remy really had no interest in everyone else, save to see how alone they really were.
"Doin' much the same as you were, only insde where it is cooler," Logan replied, eyes narrowing as he took in Gambit's appearance. He looked good.... really good.
"So, you and me, we all alone out here?" Remy licked his lips and pushed forward toward the feral mutant wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders and pulling him under the just overhead deep water. Pushing him down, Remy swam off to the other side of the lake, knowing Logan would catch the hint and follow, he always did and across the lake was much more private from roaming eyes.
The shorter mutant sputtered, then growled and took off after the other. It was a dirty trick, the sort Remy delighted in. Logan caught up to him easily, though, grabbing him by the ankle, forcing him under. Fighting fire with fire, Wolverine made it to the shore first. He stood in the shallows waiting.
By the time Remy made it to the surface he was coughing up water and what felt like his lungs. 'Bastard!' he though with a light smile swimming the rest of the way to where Logan was standing looking all smug. He stood them bent over and started coughing again.
Logan spared a moment to look concerned for his lover. "You all right?" he asked, frowning.
Remy's hand had dipped below the water without detection and as Logan grew closer to check on him, he stood up and flung a hand full of mud at him. "Course Remy ok, what you tink a little wata gonna take him down?" he asked with a laugh as Logan stood mud covered and growling.
Torn between annoyed and amused, he pounced the cajun, taking him down into the water. "Why you no good...I oughta..." he growled as he pinned the other to the bottom of the lake. It was shallow enough that the water did not cover Gambit's face.
Laughing hysterically Remy began to wrestle the burly man on top of him knowing he had no chance of winning. "What ya gonna do, eh Wolvie?" the prospect of punishment made Remy harder than he already was. "Spank meh?" he joked.
With a soft *shnkt* the Wolverine's claws were unsheathed. Lighlty, he drew them over Remy's exposed chest. "Oh, I dunno, Cajun, I think there might be something I could do."
Remy's body stilled, but his smile stayed. He moaned as the cool metal traced down his body, the slightest move and he would be run through. It was no secret Remy loved sex; he made sure it wasn't, but he also loved danger, and Wolverine was the most dangerously sexy person he knew. It was times like his that he loved Logan the most. Logan knew him and what he liked.
For Logan, this was about power, and an outlet for his more animalistic urges. That Remy accepted him, his needs, and his burdens would have made Logan sentimental, were he at all a sensitive man. He continued his dangerous exploration, knowing the slightest slip from either of them would cause irreperable damage. With his free hand, he stroked his lover's hair, an unusual desplay of affection from him.
Remy all but purred at the attention from the feral mutant and pressed his head into Logan's hand. "Com'on…" he panted, his need growing as Logan slid the claws down his body. He knew trying to rush the Canadian would get him nowhere, but he always tried.
Logan, of course, would not be rushed as he slid his claws down and along every inch of Gambit's chest. He moved to arms and legs, then, finally, over the front of the pinned man's shorts. He grinned smugly as the sharp ademantium caught the denim and ripped it further, making these particular shorts indecent for further wear.
Moaning Gambit fought the urge to press up against the deadly metal, "Marde!" instead he reached up and clung to Logan's wild hair, pulling it without thought or consideration. Not that it would hurt him. "If you don' do somthin' Remy gonna hurt himself."
"Can't have that, now can we? Ya might lose somethin' important." Logan grinned as he retracted his claws. "Shame about the shorts though," he said with a mock sigh.
"Yeah, real shame…" Remy pulled Logan down into a hard kiss, mashing their mouths together hard in a battle of wills. He pressed his tongue into Logan's mouth running it over sharp teeth. His shorts were all but destroyed, and had Logan not been captured in the delicious kiss, he would have noticed Remy's lack of undergarment.
The Canadian chuckled before taking control of the kiss. He slipped his hand down, roughly following the same trail his claws had taken, and slid his hand into the torn folds of the shorts. He had, of course, noticed that there was nothing but smooth, hot skin underneath. Roughly, he bit his lover's lip and wrapped his and around the hard cock he had foudn.
Remy moaned as Logan took over the kiss and writhed when his hand came into contact with his neglected cock. Quickly his thieving hands found their way onto Logan's body, pinching and massaging as his hips rolled into Logan's touch.
The feral man growled lowly. He began to fist Remy's rection harder and faster, spurred on by the heated touches to his own flesh. "Damn tease," he groaned after one especially erotic touch.
Laughing through a moan Remy repeated the touch to drive Logan mad. "Logan… fuck me…" he moaned, the Canadian could go all night, but after a couple of times Remy would be done, so why waste it?
Logan couldn't argue with logic, so he didn't. Unseathing his claws again, he made short work of the remains of Remy's modesty. "Do ya need a prep?" he asked. Usually he left it up to his lover, what he felt he needed. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes, Logan did not give him a choice, just buring himself in the tight, searing heat of the other's body.
With a loud moan Remy slid his hips against Logan, making it obvious that that wasn't even a question at this point in the game. "How ya want Remy, back or stomach?" he purred sitting up a bit to lick just behind Logan's ear, the smooth skin when his ear met his neck and body was by far his favorite place on the knuckle head.
Leaning down, Logan fiercely claimed Remy's mouth in a dominating kiss. Deftly, he worked his swimming trunks down and positioned himself against the Cajun's body. "I wanna look into those pretty red eyes while I fuck you, darlin'"
Remy moaned, he loved it when Logan called him 'darlin'' or 'kid', though it was corny, he knew it was meant to be affectionate, and Remy loved to be loved. Wrapping his legs around Wolvie he busied himself kissing every inch of the furry man he could reach, he knew water wasn't the best lubricant, but being in the water would probably help, yet he still felt the nervousness that crept into him every time. Problem was, he didn't know who's it was, his or Logan's.
Gently, he nudged forward, sinking slowly into that gorgeous body. He may have been rough and gruff during foreplay, but when it came down to it, he really did love the boy. Logan would never intentionally hurt Remy, unless it was in the name of pl;easure, but that was something else entirely.
Moaning and wiggling under the Canadian, Remy felt the nervousness melt away, this was right, this was what he wanted, Logan. "Oui… more… Cher…" Remy ran his fingers roughly down Logan's back and kissed him.
Sucking in a deep breath, Logan burried himself in Remy. "Never can deny ya anything," he chuckled throatily. Funny, how this was always what he wanted, though he had never been able to admit it until recently. "Okay there, darlin'?" he asked as he held there, balls deep in his lover.
Remy felt he lost his breath as Logan sucked his in, he was so full, but tight and though it felt good, it hurt. Logan was so big, the Cajun loved that about him, but not preparing always left him walking a bit funny afterwards. He just hoped Scott wouldn't notice. "Oui cher… Remy fine." He spoke softly once his breath returned, rocking his hips gently against his lover.
That was all the reassurance the seasoned warrior needed. His body reacted before he could tell it what to do, and he was thrusting inside that sinful passage. Each long stroke came almost completely out and pushed in deeper than before. He could go forever like this, just in and out, being gripped in that perfect heat. One hand teased his lover's body, plucking at the tender nipples as he impailed Remy over and over.
It was perfect, the perfect motion, the perfect love; Gambit was lost in the sensation of his love. It felt so wonderful; Logan hit him perfectly with every thrust, a technique that could only be perfected over long years of practice that was fine with Remy, since he reaped the benefits of it. Tightening his legs around the feral mutant, Remy whispered words of encouragement, "love you… more cher… harda…"
He did not like to admit it, but it sometimes frightned Logan that Remy was so openly affectionate. He had no trouble professing love for the older mutant, yet, Logan rarely said anything of the sort. It is not that he didn't feel it... he just did not feel comfortable saying it. Of course, he had no problem letting the confessions spur him further, pounding harder into his lover. "Touch yourself, darlin'," he ordered as he contiuned to pull on Remy's nipples.
Remy moaned loudly and threw his head back, plunging his auburn hair into the water. He loved it when Logan ordered him around. He knew who was dominant in this relationship, Logan left no room for argument, and Remy liked it that way. Slowly he ran his hand down his body and stroked his cock lightly, already feeling he would explode.
"Go on, stroke yerself, ya know you wanna," he encouraged as softly as his coarse voice would allow. Moments like this never failed to amaze him. He may have been in control, but Remy held all the cards, so to speak. Logan shook his head. He could not beleive he was waxing philosophical at the moment. Clearing his mind, he focused solely on giving and receving the pleasures of Remy's body.
Moaning louder, Remy stroked himself harder with one hand and pulled Logan down into a deep kiss with the other. He felt it, he was about to come, he warded it off as long as he could but this was all too much, the feeling of Logan moving inside him, the ruff lips pressed to his, his hand gliding along the hard flesh of his cock… with a gasping moan into his lovers mouth, Remy came hard, spurting come over his and part of Logan's belly.
As though the smell of arousal was not enough, the scent of Remy's come between them brought out more of the beast in Logan. He growled deeply and attacked the boy's mouth, then neck, as he cotniued to drive into him.
All Remy could do was hold on and moan as Logan drove into him harder, his body responding the only way it knew how, his cock, spent and tired, was beginning to show interest again as Logan slammed his prostate over and over. "MARDE!" he gasped riding out the Canadians lust.
Biting roughly into Remy's neck, Logan continued to fuck him into the bottom of the lake. Reaching down between them, he pulled on the boy's cock in time to his hasty, animalistic thrusts.
Crying out in French, Remy clung to his lover. His body felt like it would give out under the Canadians ministrations, but it was so good, oh so good. The pain intensifying the pleasure as Logan fucked him. As much as Remy loved it when Logan made love to him, this was what Remy craved, to be taken, claimed by his lover. To be his and only his.
"Come for me, darlin"," Logan purred, a dangerous grin on his face. He fisted Remy's cock quickly, trying to get the kid off again before he surrendered to his own release.
Screaming with the force of it, Remy came again, his body spasm, clutching Logan close to himself as it did so.
A few final pounding thrusts, and Logan was coming too, filling Remy with his release. He could smell them both, and feel the heat seeping into the water from what the boy's body could not hold.
Gasping for breath Remy lay trembling in the water, his grip failing him, if Logan wasn't holding him he would have sunk into the shallow water. Most likely drowning since he felt his body would be dead weight.
"Hey, kid," he whispered, pulling Remy close and brushing a few fallen locks from his forehead, "you okay?" It was a foolish question, but he could not say what he really wanted to, so it would have to do.
Remy was dead weight in Logan's arms, but somehow managed to answer, "Oui… love ya too, Wolvie." He managed to wrap his arms around his gruff lover and kiss him weakly on the lips.
Logan smiled a little into the kiss. Not letting go of the cajun, he pulled up his trunks. Finally decent, he lifted his slight lover easily out of the water and carried him around the lake back to the dock. "Sorry 'bout your shorts. Guess you'll just have to wear the towel back to the mansion.." he commented idly.
Having snuggled into the safety of his lover's arms, Remy didn't want to leave them. "Or ya could jus' carry meh." He joked as they reached the dock and his doom became inevitable, he would have to walk back to the mansion and sneak into Wolvie's room to sleep with his lover.
"Might be a bit conspicuous, don't ya think?" he asked, chuckling. Would be nice for them to be able to be more open about their relationship, but that wasn't really realistic.
When Logan released him, Remy gingerly bent over, retrieving Logan's towel and wrapping it around himself. It was a bit short, but he had worn more revealing shorts just to get at Logan, so no one would think anything of it. Besides, people around here hardly ever questioned what that 'Slut Cajun' was up to anyways. He took one test step then stopped, his body still trembled, he had to give it a few minutes. "If ya wanna go, Remy be right behind ya." Why should Logan have to stand in the heat, and it would probably look better if they went in separate.
"If I wanted to go, I'd be gone already." Logan was never one to care what others thought.
Remy smiled, it was so like Logan to get upset over a suggestion. He nodded and took the opportunity to lean on Logan's shoulder, having to slump a bit because of the height difference, but it felt nice and if he wasn't careful he would fall asleep there.
"Com'on, Cajun," Wolverine growled. "Lets get you back to the mansion, then you can sleep all you want." He was tempted to just pick the boy up and carry him back. Maybe the could say he fell asleep and Logan was just carrying him back to prevent the invitable whining about sunburn.
Tiredly Remy stood up straight and stretched. "Al'ight." He couldn't wait to get to bed and snuggle with his deadly teddy bear. Slowly he made his way up the small hillside leading to the mansion, his body whined at the effort, but he pushed on. "Gawd Logan… what you doin' to Remy… I ain't been dis tired in ages." He joked lightly as the mansion came into view.
Casually, Logan swept the boy into his arms. It was easy enough to carry him to the masion. Logan ignored the looks from the others as he carried Remy upstairs to his bedroom. "Can't wait to tire you out even more," he growled lowly as he settled over top of the slim body that now lay in his bed.
Remy laughed the entire way; he didn't care what the others thought, but Logan… Logan?! He seemed worried they would be kicked out for doing what they wanted to do. He lay under his burly lover, tired but unable to fathom sleeping, not with Logan so eager to make sleep easy for the boy when they were done.
Wolverine nipped soflty at Remy's neck then rolled to the side. "Sleep now, kid. I want you to be able to keep up with me later." His tone held a hint of promise, though his hands were teasingly pulling at the towle around the boy's slim waist. "When you wake, I'll be ready to keep you busy for a while."
With a sleepy smile Remy rolled against Logan, curled up like a cat and fell right to sleep dreaming of Logan 'keeping him busy'.
Maybe if you are good this will be a too be continued! XD
Later!
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Remy sat on the dock of the boathouse outside Xavier's mansion dangling his feet in the cool lake. It had been an unusually hot day for a New York summer and no one was out side, which suited Gambit nicely. The southerner soaked up the heat, he always thought it too cold in the north, and days like today when his cut-off jean shorts and over sized tank top clung to his sweaty skin and sweat dripped off his shades were perfect.
It was hot as hell, and Logan hated it. But worse than the heat, he hated the inactivity and lethargic atmosphere of the masion. He need to get out and just do something. Right now, a swim was sounding pretty nice. Wearing nothing but trunks and a towle around his shoulders, the mutant known as wolverine strode out to the lake.
Stretching like a cat Remy laid back on the dock to sunbath when a shadow fell across his chest. Nonchalantly he lifted his sunglasses without need; he could make out the rough out line of Wolverine standing over him anywhere. "What up Mon Amie?"
Logan growled. "It is too damn hot," he said gruffly by way of explanation. With that, he threw his towle down and dove into the lake. Not only was it as refreshing has he had hoped, but it also helped to conceal his reaction to seeing the cajun spread out like that on the dock.
With a light laugh Remy sat up and watch Logan swim through the water. It was amazing, how something so big and burly could be so graceful. "It wasn' dis hot a few minutes ago, Wolvie." Shooting his practically patented half grin at Logan, Remy slipped out of his shirt and slid off the dock and into the cool lake with a shiver.
Wolverine stopped mid stroke, his sensitive ears picking up the sound of the cajun's voice. In retrospect, it was not really a good idea. Metal skeletons made it difficult to float or tred water, and his height made stopping in the middle of the lake a bad idea. As he sunk a little, he summersulted and began to swim back to the shore and, coincidentally, toward Remy.
Remy bobbed in the water, treading lightly, close enough to the dock to hold on if need be. He watched Logan with much interest. "Where every one else at? Dey act like da sun gonna crash inta da earth or some'im." Remy really had no interest in everyone else, save to see how alone they really were.
"Doin' much the same as you were, only insde where it is cooler," Logan replied, eyes narrowing as he took in Gambit's appearance. He looked good.... really good.
"So, you and me, we all alone out here?" Remy licked his lips and pushed forward toward the feral mutant wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders and pulling him under the just overhead deep water. Pushing him down, Remy swam off to the other side of the lake, knowing Logan would catch the hint and follow, he always did and across the lake was much more private from roaming eyes.
The shorter mutant sputtered, then growled and took off after the other. It was a dirty trick, the sort Remy delighted in. Logan caught up to him easily, though, grabbing him by the ankle, forcing him under. Fighting fire with fire, Wolverine made it to the shore first. He stood in the shallows waiting.
By the time Remy made it to the surface he was coughing up water and what felt like his lungs. 'Bastard!' he though with a light smile swimming the rest of the way to where Logan was standing looking all smug. He stood them bent over and started coughing again.
Logan spared a moment to look concerned for his lover. "You all right?" he asked, frowning.
Remy's hand had dipped below the water without detection and as Logan grew closer to check on him, he stood up and flung a hand full of mud at him. "Course Remy ok, what you tink a little wata gonna take him down?" he asked with a laugh as Logan stood mud covered and growling.
Torn between annoyed and amused, he pounced the cajun, taking him down into the water. "Why you no good...I oughta..." he growled as he pinned the other to the bottom of the lake. It was shallow enough that the water did not cover Gambit's face.
Laughing hysterically Remy began to wrestle the burly man on top of him knowing he had no chance of winning. "What ya gonna do, eh Wolvie?" the prospect of punishment made Remy harder than he already was. "Spank meh?" he joked.
With a soft *shnkt* the Wolverine's claws were unsheathed. Lighlty, he drew them over Remy's exposed chest. "Oh, I dunno, Cajun, I think there might be something I could do."
Remy's body stilled, but his smile stayed. He moaned as the cool metal traced down his body, the slightest move and he would be run through. It was no secret Remy loved sex; he made sure it wasn't, but he also loved danger, and Wolverine was the most dangerously sexy person he knew. It was times like his that he loved Logan the most. Logan knew him and what he liked.
For Logan, this was about power, and an outlet for his more animalistic urges. That Remy accepted him, his needs, and his burdens would have made Logan sentimental, were he at all a sensitive man. He continued his dangerous exploration, knowing the slightest slip from either of them would cause irreperable damage. With his free hand, he stroked his lover's hair, an unusual desplay of affection from him.
Remy all but purred at the attention from the feral mutant and pressed his head into Logan's hand. "Com'on…" he panted, his need growing as Logan slid the claws down his body. He knew trying to rush the Canadian would get him nowhere, but he always tried.
Logan, of course, would not be rushed as he slid his claws down and along every inch of Gambit's chest. He moved to arms and legs, then, finally, over the front of the pinned man's shorts. He grinned smugly as the sharp ademantium caught the denim and ripped it further, making these particular shorts indecent for further wear.
Moaning Gambit fought the urge to press up against the deadly metal, "Marde!" instead he reached up and clung to Logan's wild hair, pulling it without thought or consideration. Not that it would hurt him. "If you don' do somthin' Remy gonna hurt himself."
"Can't have that, now can we? Ya might lose somethin' important." Logan grinned as he retracted his claws. "Shame about the shorts though," he said with a mock sigh.
"Yeah, real shame…" Remy pulled Logan down into a hard kiss, mashing their mouths together hard in a battle of wills. He pressed his tongue into Logan's mouth running it over sharp teeth. His shorts were all but destroyed, and had Logan not been captured in the delicious kiss, he would have noticed Remy's lack of undergarment.
The Canadian chuckled before taking control of the kiss. He slipped his hand down, roughly following the same trail his claws had taken, and slid his hand into the torn folds of the shorts. He had, of course, noticed that there was nothing but smooth, hot skin underneath. Roughly, he bit his lover's lip and wrapped his and around the hard cock he had foudn.
Remy moaned as Logan took over the kiss and writhed when his hand came into contact with his neglected cock. Quickly his thieving hands found their way onto Logan's body, pinching and massaging as his hips rolled into Logan's touch.
The feral man growled lowly. He began to fist Remy's rection harder and faster, spurred on by the heated touches to his own flesh. "Damn tease," he groaned after one especially erotic touch.
Laughing through a moan Remy repeated the touch to drive Logan mad. "Logan… fuck me…" he moaned, the Canadian could go all night, but after a couple of times Remy would be done, so why waste it?
Logan couldn't argue with logic, so he didn't. Unseathing his claws again, he made short work of the remains of Remy's modesty. "Do ya need a prep?" he asked. Usually he left it up to his lover, what he felt he needed. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. Sometimes, Logan did not give him a choice, just buring himself in the tight, searing heat of the other's body.
With a loud moan Remy slid his hips against Logan, making it obvious that that wasn't even a question at this point in the game. "How ya want Remy, back or stomach?" he purred sitting up a bit to lick just behind Logan's ear, the smooth skin when his ear met his neck and body was by far his favorite place on the knuckle head.
Leaning down, Logan fiercely claimed Remy's mouth in a dominating kiss. Deftly, he worked his swimming trunks down and positioned himself against the Cajun's body. "I wanna look into those pretty red eyes while I fuck you, darlin'"
Remy moaned, he loved it when Logan called him 'darlin'' or 'kid', though it was corny, he knew it was meant to be affectionate, and Remy loved to be loved. Wrapping his legs around Wolvie he busied himself kissing every inch of the furry man he could reach, he knew water wasn't the best lubricant, but being in the water would probably help, yet he still felt the nervousness that crept into him every time. Problem was, he didn't know who's it was, his or Logan's.
Gently, he nudged forward, sinking slowly into that gorgeous body. He may have been rough and gruff during foreplay, but when it came down to it, he really did love the boy. Logan would never intentionally hurt Remy, unless it was in the name of pl;easure, but that was something else entirely.
Moaning and wiggling under the Canadian, Remy felt the nervousness melt away, this was right, this was what he wanted, Logan. "Oui… more… Cher…" Remy ran his fingers roughly down Logan's back and kissed him.
Sucking in a deep breath, Logan burried himself in Remy. "Never can deny ya anything," he chuckled throatily. Funny, how this was always what he wanted, though he had never been able to admit it until recently. "Okay there, darlin'?" he asked as he held there, balls deep in his lover.
Remy felt he lost his breath as Logan sucked his in, he was so full, but tight and though it felt good, it hurt. Logan was so big, the Cajun loved that about him, but not preparing always left him walking a bit funny afterwards. He just hoped Scott wouldn't notice. "Oui cher… Remy fine." He spoke softly once his breath returned, rocking his hips gently against his lover.
That was all the reassurance the seasoned warrior needed. His body reacted before he could tell it what to do, and he was thrusting inside that sinful passage. Each long stroke came almost completely out and pushed in deeper than before. He could go forever like this, just in and out, being gripped in that perfect heat. One hand teased his lover's body, plucking at the tender nipples as he impailed Remy over and over.
It was perfect, the perfect motion, the perfect love; Gambit was lost in the sensation of his love. It felt so wonderful; Logan hit him perfectly with every thrust, a technique that could only be perfected over long years of practice that was fine with Remy, since he reaped the benefits of it. Tightening his legs around the feral mutant, Remy whispered words of encouragement, "love you… more cher… harda…"
He did not like to admit it, but it sometimes frightned Logan that Remy was so openly affectionate. He had no trouble professing love for the older mutant, yet, Logan rarely said anything of the sort. It is not that he didn't feel it... he just did not feel comfortable saying it. Of course, he had no problem letting the confessions spur him further, pounding harder into his lover. "Touch yourself, darlin'," he ordered as he contiuned to pull on Remy's nipples.
Remy moaned loudly and threw his head back, plunging his auburn hair into the water. He loved it when Logan ordered him around. He knew who was dominant in this relationship, Logan left no room for argument, and Remy liked it that way. Slowly he ran his hand down his body and stroked his cock lightly, already feeling he would explode.
"Go on, stroke yerself, ya know you wanna," he encouraged as softly as his coarse voice would allow. Moments like this never failed to amaze him. He may have been in control, but Remy held all the cards, so to speak. Logan shook his head. He could not beleive he was waxing philosophical at the moment. Clearing his mind, he focused solely on giving and receving the pleasures of Remy's body.
Moaning louder, Remy stroked himself harder with one hand and pulled Logan down into a deep kiss with the other. He felt it, he was about to come, he warded it off as long as he could but this was all too much, the feeling of Logan moving inside him, the ruff lips pressed to his, his hand gliding along the hard flesh of his cock… with a gasping moan into his lovers mouth, Remy came hard, spurting come over his and part of Logan's belly.
As though the smell of arousal was not enough, the scent of Remy's come between them brought out more of the beast in Logan. He growled deeply and attacked the boy's mouth, then neck, as he cotniued to drive into him.
All Remy could do was hold on and moan as Logan drove into him harder, his body responding the only way it knew how, his cock, spent and tired, was beginning to show interest again as Logan slammed his prostate over and over. "MARDE!" he gasped riding out the Canadians lust.
Biting roughly into Remy's neck, Logan continued to fuck him into the bottom of the lake. Reaching down between them, he pulled on the boy's cock in time to his hasty, animalistic thrusts.
Crying out in French, Remy clung to his lover. His body felt like it would give out under the Canadians ministrations, but it was so good, oh so good. The pain intensifying the pleasure as Logan fucked him. As much as Remy loved it when Logan made love to him, this was what Remy craved, to be taken, claimed by his lover. To be his and only his.
"Come for me, darlin"," Logan purred, a dangerous grin on his face. He fisted Remy's cock quickly, trying to get the kid off again before he surrendered to his own release.
Screaming with the force of it, Remy came again, his body spasm, clutching Logan close to himself as it did so.
A few final pounding thrusts, and Logan was coming too, filling Remy with his release. He could smell them both, and feel the heat seeping into the water from what the boy's body could not hold.
Gasping for breath Remy lay trembling in the water, his grip failing him, if Logan wasn't holding him he would have sunk into the shallow water. Most likely drowning since he felt his body would be dead weight.
"Hey, kid," he whispered, pulling Remy close and brushing a few fallen locks from his forehead, "you okay?" It was a foolish question, but he could not say what he really wanted to, so it would have to do.
Remy was dead weight in Logan's arms, but somehow managed to answer, "Oui… love ya too, Wolvie." He managed to wrap his arms around his gruff lover and kiss him weakly on the lips.
Logan smiled a little into the kiss. Not letting go of the cajun, he pulled up his trunks. Finally decent, he lifted his slight lover easily out of the water and carried him around the lake back to the dock. "Sorry 'bout your shorts. Guess you'll just have to wear the towel back to the mansion.." he commented idly.
Having snuggled into the safety of his lover's arms, Remy didn't want to leave them. "Or ya could jus' carry meh." He joked as they reached the dock and his doom became inevitable, he would have to walk back to the mansion and sneak into Wolvie's room to sleep with his lover.
"Might be a bit conspicuous, don't ya think?" he asked, chuckling. Would be nice for them to be able to be more open about their relationship, but that wasn't really realistic.
When Logan released him, Remy gingerly bent over, retrieving Logan's towel and wrapping it around himself. It was a bit short, but he had worn more revealing shorts just to get at Logan, so no one would think anything of it. Besides, people around here hardly ever questioned what that 'Slut Cajun' was up to anyways. He took one test step then stopped, his body still trembled, he had to give it a few minutes. "If ya wanna go, Remy be right behind ya." Why should Logan have to stand in the heat, and it would probably look better if they went in separate.
"If I wanted to go, I'd be gone already." Logan was never one to care what others thought.
Remy smiled, it was so like Logan to get upset over a suggestion. He nodded and took the opportunity to lean on Logan's shoulder, having to slump a bit because of the height difference, but it felt nice and if he wasn't careful he would fall asleep there.
"Com'on, Cajun," Wolverine growled. "Lets get you back to the mansion, then you can sleep all you want." He was tempted to just pick the boy up and carry him back. Maybe the could say he fell asleep and Logan was just carrying him back to prevent the invitable whining about sunburn.
Tiredly Remy stood up straight and stretched. "Al'ight." He couldn't wait to get to bed and snuggle with his deadly teddy bear. Slowly he made his way up the small hillside leading to the mansion, his body whined at the effort, but he pushed on. "Gawd Logan… what you doin' to Remy… I ain't been dis tired in ages." He joked lightly as the mansion came into view.
Casually, Logan swept the boy into his arms. It was easy enough to carry him to the masion. Logan ignored the looks from the others as he carried Remy upstairs to his bedroom. "Can't wait to tire you out even more," he growled lowly as he settled over top of the slim body that now lay in his bed.
Remy laughed the entire way; he didn't care what the others thought, but Logan… Logan?! He seemed worried they would be kicked out for doing what they wanted to do. He lay under his burly lover, tired but unable to fathom sleeping, not with Logan so eager to make sleep easy for the boy when they were done.
Wolverine nipped soflty at Remy's neck then rolled to the side. "Sleep now, kid. I want you to be able to keep up with me later." His tone held a hint of promise, though his hands were teasingly pulling at the towle around the boy's slim waist. "When you wake, I'll be ready to keep you busy for a while."
With a sleepy smile Remy rolled against Logan, curled up like a cat and fell right to sleep dreaming of Logan 'keeping him busy'.
Maybe if you are good this will be a too be continued! XD
Later!