Fic: Starting Over (X-Men: Scott/Logan) Chapter 1
Title: Starting Over
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 6,951
Summary: After leaving the school to take time for himself Logan encounters Scott, who is still alive and powerless. The two reconnect with one another and pick up where they left off in their relationship before Scott 'died'.
Author’s Notes: This fic is my AU based loosely on the Movieverse incorporating the three films along with a bit from the Wolverine Origins movie as well.
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The Fantasy
When life changed again for Scott it began as a day just like any other. The traffic was heavy, the people rude and the thunderstorm rolling overhead was all the motivation he needed to second guess the decision he’d made to take this next step in his life. Yes, as clichéd as it was he was ready for change. He’d told himself that he was again feeling eager for the next big adventure, but he had no idea what truly lay ahead for him on the path he’d taken. An adventure would’ve been easy, but this, well this was so much more. It was the last thing he’d anticipated, yet the much needed push in the right direction to where his life was ready to go.
“Damn rain,” an agitated voice rose with the thunder when Scott stepped into the smoky lounge adjacent to the busy airport terminal. While Scott had plenty of things he still had to do including putting in a few last minute email messages to everyone he had to follow up with before this trip, he couldn’t help, but silently agree with the man’s assessment of the weather. The rain seemed to bring out the worst in people, taking them from decent civilized people and transforming them into something darker, something more animalistic and primitive with the honking of the horns and the curse words they swore weren’t a part of their vocabulary while they sat in church. It was truly the worst of the worst when the weather howled and protested with thunder, but today was about new beginnings--about doing what was needed to go to the next level.
“The next level,” he mouthed to himself pulling out the tiny black jewelry box in his pocket. Yeah, what fun it would be to go there. Just one more expected step in the journey life had pushed upon him. Opening up the box, he stole a look at the diamond inside seeing it’s sparkle, but much like the jewel he felt cold and empty inside at the thought of what was ahead. It was a lie--one that was followed by another string of sins he would commit on the path of normalcy his history set out for him. Allowing that thought to darken his already sour mood, Scott closed the jewelry box and shoved it back into his trousers.
“Another day for another headache,” he mouthed to himself walking over to the bar to calm his nerves with a drink. It wasn’t that he hated the idea of flying commercial so much as opposed to piloting. He’d gotten used to it over the years, but today, well, with the weather and the reports of it only getting worse on the horizon, he needed something to distract him.
Walking over to the bar Scott spotted an opening in the midst of the crowded lounge up front and center. He took in a breath and made a move towards the one open seat near the end of the bar. Still being one for politeness and what was considered proper he spoke up to the man seated beside the stool.
“Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” he asked in that same casual, polite fashion that he had been raised to use in dealing with the world around him. It was rare trait in the world, but one that had served him well through the years.
The man shook his head, not bothering to look back over his strong, solid shoulder. He simply shrugged and returned his attention to the bowl of peanuts before him, “Suit yourself. Seat’s yours.”
“Thanks,” Scott scooted in onto the barstool feeling suddenly very out of his element crunched in between a man who smelled like mothballs and the one who allowed him access to the chair. He swiveled a bit trying not to bump either one of them with his elbows when the bartender arrived.
“What can I get for ya?” she questioned with a thick southern accent. She was clearly not a native of the area with her thick brown hair and almond shaped eyes, yet Scott couldn’t help, but feel as if she was at perfect ease in her surroundings working in such a dismal place.
“Huh?” Scott questioned seeing she was staring at him expectantly. “Oh right…I’ll take a club soda with lime please.”
“A club soda,” she gave him a look that read surprise. Then again Scott wasn’t like any other patron in the lounge judging by the beer bottles and shot glasses that lined up the bar before him.
“On second thought how about a cranberry juice and vodka?”
“Would you like to have me put in a little pink umbrella for you?” the bartender wrinkled her nose at Scott, amusement twinkling behind her chocolate colored eyes.
“Only if you want to,” Scott shrugged knowing that she was mocking him, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t have time to care now that he had a list of emails to return and a limited amount of time to get it done in. He pulled out his smart phone and returned to the task at hand only to discover that he’d lost the signal within the walls of the lounge. He’d contemplated leaving, but when the bartender returned setting down a glass with a tiny pink and green umbrella in it, he couldn’t help but smirk.
“Cute,” Scott fought to refrain from rolling his eyes. He tried to hide the sarcasm in his tone as he reached for his wallet. He threw a few bills down on the counter and reached for the glass bringing it up to his lips, “Bottoms up.”
“Yeah I’m sure,” she reached for the money tucking it into the front of her plunging neckline before walking away to tend to another customer.
Shaking his head Scott shifted the umbrella around and took a sip of the drink. It was much stronger than he’d anticipated, but then again after having found himself bullied by his own feelings of inadequacy over not ‘fitting in’ he figured it was just what he would have to endure. The liquid burned down his throat and he contemplated all the ways in which the drink order reflected his life. For so long it was about doing what everyone expected, about what everyone else wanted for him, never really taking the time to do what it was that he wanted. Hell, looking back on his life he wasn’t really sure what he wanted anymore. It didn’t seem fair to indulge the fantasy given there was no longer time for that anymore.
“I think she likes you,” the man beside him noted, nudging him in the ribs with a surprising poke. Although he hadn’t turned around to look at Scott before, Scott could hear the rumble of amusement in his tone when Scott set the glass down on the counter. “The umbrella was a nice touch.”
“I didn’t ask for…” Scott stopped feeling flustered when a puff of smoke fell from his lips. He held a cigar out in the air, waving it around lazily and Scott couldn’t help but cringe. Scott had never been into smoking, never really found his way to enjoying the taste or the smell of it when it was around him. He’d had allergies growing up and…it didn’t matter. The man beside him certainly didn’t seem the type to put the cigar out even if he’d asked politely, so there was no point in suggesting it.
“It suits you,” he mouthed, revealing a thick Australian accent in his voice. He sat up straighter, twisting in his bar stool just in time for Scott to take a first look at his face. He wasn’t at all what Scott anticipated when he took a seat beside him. The leather jacket he was wearing was tanned and weathered by years of use. His hair was dark and unruly, but his eyes were expressive and almost golden in color. They were beautiful really, far more impressive than anything he’d seen before and they fit his striking features more so than Scott had cared to admit. His face had a strong, solid, stubble dusted jaw, his mouth curving upward in amusement with the roll of laughter over his lips. He held a cigar in one hand, the other resting on the bar just beyond his glass. Scott couldn’t help, but follow the man’s fingers, his eyes traveling up the man’s jacket covered arm to take note of his strong, solid musculature. At first the man had been hunched over giving the illusion of someone who wasn’t really aware of his surroundings, just another drunk in the bar passing his time until his flight called upon him, but now Scott was able to see just how incredibly wrong he was about the man. Now, the man Scott hadn’t given a second thought to was suddenly by far the more fascinating creature in the room. Realizing he was staring Scott looked to his drink again.
“I’m just passing through,” Scott mouthed foolishly, feeling a heat in his face after the way he’d just been mentally sizing his companion up. Scott didn’t know why the thought had overtaken him, but when he felt his strong, solid thigh brush up against his lean, muscular leg, Scott felt something he hadn’t before. The sensation rippled through his body, drawing an entirely off course set of mental portraits he dared not speak of in his mind. Clearing his throat Scott gripped onto his glass again.
“I can see that,” he nodded giving Scott a long once over. While the man’s eyes weren’t upon Scott the perusal he was giving Scott was more than obvious in the mirror before them. Scott had tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed, but it was there…it was reflective of the same scrutiny Scott’s blue eyes had given him from behind the confines of his thin, wire rimmed glasses. Scott had been checking him out and he’d noticed. Now the ruggedly handsome man beside Scott was doing the same to him with a torturously slow brush of his gaze upon Scott. Nervously Scott spoke up fumbling with his words, “I’m just passing through and…”
“You’re a jittery one, aren’t you?” he questioned with another rumble of laughter. Sitting up straighter on his barstool he brought the cigar into his mouth again. He took another puff of it and laughed, “Though I should’ve guessed it by the way you walked in here. You looked out of place.”
“I’m waiting for a flight and…” Scott paused thinking about what he’d said. He brought his hand up through his neat, wavy brown hair and frowned, “What makes you think I look out of place?”
His companion’s brow creased, eyes shifting downward to the umbrella in his glass. Scott frowned, pulling it out of the glass and setting it on top of the bar.
“I didn’t ask for it,” Scott protested with a huff, his agitation expanding with the way the man was eyeing him with scrutiny.
“You didn’t refuse it either when she offered it to you,” he pointed out giving Scott another long once over, “but then again something tells me that you’re a yes man. You seem like the kind of guy who doesn’t put up much of a fight for what he wants.”
“You’d be surprised,” Scott wrinkled his nose at him. Scott had already had enough of this sexy stranger’s assessments. Even if the man was easy on the eyes and rather attractive in ways Scott didn’t care to admit to consider given his background, he didn’t appreciate being sized up.
“I doubt it,” he shrugged again, turning his attention to the beer he’d been nursing before Scott arrived.
“Yeah, well what does it matter to you?” Scott snapped back stubbornly, his frustration at being stuck in such a place getting the best of him in the moment.
“It doesn’t,” he took a long swig of the beer he’d been drinking, “I didn’t mean to get your panties in a bunch.”
“I don’t wear panties,” Scott hissed, in a pinched, agitated tone. Scott was a bit louder than he’d anticipated as a few eyes had fallen upon the both of them.
“Really?” he laughed, knowing full well Scott had set himself up for the look the man was now giving him. “Somehow you struck me as a pink, frilly kind of guy.”
“Well I’m not,” Scott snapped, unable to contain the bristling response that overtook him in the moment. Suddenly very embarrassed and annoyed, Scott spoke up again quietly, “not that it’s any of your business what I wear underneath my…never mind.”
“You were the one that brought it up,” he shrugged his shoulders and puffed on his cigar again. “I was merely trying to conduct a conversation with you…”
“Well don’t,” Scott replied like a petulant child who had been being harassed by others on the playground, “because I have plenty of important things I need to be focusing on--things that don’t include being harassed by you.”
“By all means then,” he pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew smoke in Scott’s face, “you’d best be getting back to those important…things.”
“I will,” Scott wrinkled his nose at him, not bothering to give him another thought. Scott returned his focus to his phone pretending to be working on an email even though it was clear the chance of his getting a signal in the lounge were even less than his finding someone who was polite and cordial.
Scott pushed the screen, doing his best to be that same, boring accountant that he’d gotten accustomed to being lost in a sea of numbers and normalcy. That’s what life was all about after all, Scott told himself time and time again. Being different always lead to trouble and trouble was the key to your undoing. Scott learned it at an early age when his environment had cajoled him into following their big footsteps. Scott had been pushed down his path and that path would lead to great rewards. At least that’s what he’d been told time and time again. Maybe one day Scott would believe it, but for now it was all about appearances. Scott had to keep up with what it was that was expected of him. It was the right thing to do.
After a few minutes of pretending Scott was pleasantly rewarded with a signal at long last. It seemed that the storm was fading out and Scott was able to return his focus to the things he’d put off for far too long already. Scott could put his energies into what was needed for a while longer until they called to alert him that his flight was back on. Life was good. Scott could still feel the solid strength of the man beside him, the man’s leg brushing up against Scott’s every so often, but the man said nothing, simply finished off his beer and paid for another before standing up to leave.
“Good luck with work princess,” he finally said leaning over Scott’s shoulder to eye his phone curiously. The brush of his breath carried over the side of Scott’s neck sending shivers racing over Scott until finally Scott felt a new rush of electricity overtake him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Scott finally snapped rising up and turning around to face him fully. It was then that Scott recognized the size difference between them. With him lingering beside Scott, eyeing Scott with an amused, daunting grin daring Scott to challenge him, Scott felt complete and total intimidation upon him. Scott gulped once, then another time trying to remember what it was that he’d wanted to say when he’d gotten the notion to rise to his feet. Scott was at a loss, however, as the man leaned in closer to him, eyes expectant and ready for a confrontation.
“Well?” he questioned wiggling his brow suggestively. “What was it you had on your mind?”
“You,” Scott paused feeling flustered at the word that had fallen from his lips. The man’s eyes widened, surprise and approval registering over his features before Scott gulped down hard, “I mean…I just wish…that you…that you’d just stop…”
“Stop what?” he inquired with a sexy drawl making Scott realize that all the layers of deception that he’d been using to camouflage himself from the world around him were falling to pieces, tearing apart one by one and revealing the truth of the man he’d become through the years. The wicked parting of lips taunted and dared Scott to defy the sexy stranger’s challenge. Inside a fire began to build in Scott’s abdomen only serving to further intensify the need to reach out and touch the man before him, to take a taste of those sour lips of his, showing him just how sweet Scott could be when properly motivated. Would he be so eager to sling an insult in Scott’s direction then when Scott was the one taking charge? Would he be able to deny how good Scott tasted? Could Scott really wipe that smugness off of his features to explore such a bold leap and express what Scott felt in taking him, wanting him and showing him a whole new world of lust? Scott’s every instinct wanted to throw him down on top of the bar and have his way with him, proving that timid didn’t always mean helpless, but Scott refrained. Scott maintained his meager persona and stepped back.
“Nothing,” Scott replied lowering his eyes just enough to see that others in the bar were watching them. They were suddenly very interested in this exchange between the handsome, roguish Australian and the meager looking accountant.
“Good,” he finally decided pushing his cigar back between his lips, puffing on it once again, “then let’s keep it that way.”
Scott said nothing, merely bristling from his companion’s tone as he turned around to leave. He walked out of the bar, his head held high, his chest puffed out and arms down by his side. His stride was full of arrogance, his persona larger than life now that he’d ‘put Scott back in his place’ so to speak. The bar knew it. Scott knew it and as Scott pushed his smart phone back into his pocket he decided that it was time for all of that to change. Scott wasn’t going to be pushed around any longer.
Raising his head up, Scott reached for his glasses knowing they would serve no purpose in the battle he was about to engage in. Scott tucked them neatly into their case before rubbing his palms together. This went against everything that Scott was taught to do, but tonight it didn’t matter. Scott didn’t care about the right and wrong because tonight with his flight on hold he was going to take a bold step towards reclaiming the life he’d kept repressed for so very long. Scott pushed the barstool aside, all the while ignoring the eyes upon him in the bar and marched towards it’s exit.
Once outside it didn’t take long for Scott to discover the Australian in the crowd. He stood out like a masterpiece in a sea of pre-school finger paintings. His strong, solid stance was an exquisite contrast to the bleak surroundings of the airport. He was beautiful, every perfect inch of him and despite the saccharine demeanor he was lacking, Scott would be sure to set him straight on things once and for all. Scott approached him not bothering to consider how ridiculous he looked in his movements. Scott was tired and agitated and ready for a fight. At this moment Scott had found a perfect target. Seeing him bend down to speak with a woman in one of the chairs by a table, Scott felt a rush of courage overtake him.
“We need to talk,” Scott announced watching his leather clad upper torso stretch out across the plastic seats of the chairs set out before him. He kicked his legs up on a couple of them before the woman he’d spoken to rose to her feet clearly disinterested in being part of whatever confrontation was at hand.
“So talk,” he rolled his eyes at Scott. He stretched his arm up across his face and sighed lazily, “since apparently that’s what you rather enjoy doing the most.”
“First of all you can’t humiliate someone just because you aren’t comfortable with yourself and…” Scott protested digging his heels down into the carpet beneath his feet. Scott could see he was blowing off what Scott said to him, so Scott continued to raise his voice. “You owe me an apology.”
“A what?” he questioned with a roar of laughter. He was suddenly interested for the first time since Scott arrived to confront him.
“An apology,” Scott folded his arms in front of his chest stubbornly, “I want it right now.”
“Good for you,” he laughed wildly, “because you can want it all you like, but you’re not getting it.”
“The hell I’m not,” Scott stepped in closer to him, wanting to prove his determination and fire within his rage. “You will apologize.”
“Make me,” he challenged in a mocking tone. He wiggled his brow at Scott suggestively and that was all it took for Scott to let loose of the control that carried over him. Scott reached out to him seizing him by his collar and catching him off guard with a rough pull.
“What the…?” he scattered to his feet, his hazel eyes opening wider as Scott looked up at him.
“That apology…I‘ll be taking it now,” Scott demanded placing his hands on his hips defiantly. Yes, maybe it was ridiculous to expect it, but Scott wasn’t leaving until he got it.
“Good luck with that,” he dusted his arm off before turning to walk away from Scott .
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Scott shoved at his back, giving him just enough of a push to make him stop.
“Look kid,” he snarled dropping his head down and turning around to meet Scott’s enraged eyes, “back off.”
“No,” Scott answered defiantly, “not until you tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m never sorry, so it’s a moot point,” he shrugged before returning to the path he’d started taking. Scott watched him slip out of the waiting area, heading into the men’s room.
“We’ll just see about that,” Scott vowed.
Against his better judgment Scott followed him into the men’s room determined to get a response out of him, but it wasn’t until Scott was inside that he realized he had already awakened one. In an instant before Scott could say a word, Scott felt his rival’s arms surround him, his rival’s mouth hovering over the side of Scott’s neck in a tight squeeze.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he questioned pressing his palm out flat across Scott’s chest. His teeth sank into Scott’s shoulder in a primitive bite, tongue teasing out in a flick across the side of Scott’s neck.
“Not when you’re being rude,” Scott mouthed in response, turning around to face him fully. His eyes were divided by amusement and interest when Scott pushed him back into the wall, doing his best to compensate for the height difference between them. He fell back, flinging into the wall as Scott moved forward reaching up to tangle a thick chunk of his unruly dark hair between his fingers. Scott yanked his head forward, sliding eagerly on his toes to kiss him like Scott had been dying to from the moment he had walked into the bar. It was something Scott had been holding back on, but now there was no ignoring what Scott wanted. Scott’s tongue lashed at his, fingers clawing at the front of his shirt to feel the muscled abdomen he knew lay beneath the dirty burgundy colored shirt he’d been wearing. Scott felt him inhale a harsh breath, desire stirring up inside of him all over again when their mouths collided.
“You’re a real spitfire tonight, aren’t you?” he ran his fingers over the back of Scott’s neck, touching the dip between his neck and shoulder in a rough, sensual brush.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Scott blurted out rising up to nip at his lower lip once again. Scott felt him wince at the feel of his teeth sinking into his plump, kiss swollen lips, but Scott kept digging deeper wanting to show him a whole new meaning of intensity now that they’d surrounded themselves with madness. His arms wrapped around Scott’s waist possessively, a low growl building in the back of his throat, vibrating through their kiss. Scott’s hand traveled down further sliding over the front of his jeans. He groaned, a low, primitive howl of delight when Scott massaged him, taking the time to enjoy his hardening body beneath his touch.
“You owe me an apology,” Scott explained firmly, his blue eyes making their way to his rival’s again. Scott squeezed his companion’s pants once more, feeling the deliciously intense response his rival had to the movement in his body. His breath grew ragged, his body tensing up beneath Scott’s touch. Scott pushed the zipper down on his jeans, sliding the tips of his fingers in to touch his length, knowing of the treasure buried within his jeans. As anticipated he hadn’t bothered with boxers tonight, but that only served as a tool for the torturous notions Scott had for him. Scott’s fingers curled around his body, squeezing and tracing his tip with his thumb until finally Scott began to stroke his length. His companion’s hips arched up towards Scott making Scott want so much more in the moment, but Scott held back remembering his purpose in following him.
“That apology,” Scott taunted, dangling the promise of pleasure in his face, seeing it’s tortuous glow upon his strained features, but Scott wouldn’t budge. Scott couldn’t give in until he provided Scott with what he wanted.
“You’re really acting like a bitch,” he conceded with a shake of his head. He closed his eyes and brought his wrist down over Scott’s in a silent plea to urge Scott on further, “I hope you realize that.”
“Tonight we’re going to do things my way,” Scott rose up on his toes to kiss the side of the man’s neck, tongue swirling hot patterns over his skin, “and until you apologize you can’t have anything more.”
“Damn you,” he groaned, his hold on Scott’s wrist constricting further, “I’m…”
“Yes?” Scott questioned, gloating a little in his amusement. He was caving. For the first time since they’d encountered one another Scott had the upper hand.
“I’m…” he let out a pinched wail, his fingers digging into the underside of Scott’s palm.
“What was that?” Scott raised his hand to his ear in a mocking gesture.
“I’m sorry,” he finally spit out hating every single second of the apology. It wasn’t in his nature to utter such words, but as Scott’s fingers stroked him, sliding over his hot flesh, he found himself rewarded by the feel of Scott’s fingers working over him, drawing out pleasurable sensation one after another until finally Scott released him from his grasp knowing he wasn’t ready yet.
“Hey,” his eyelids fluttered open, protest coming from his lips, but it was soon replaced by Scott’s mouth over his lips longing to show him a whole new side of things. Tonight Scott wasn’t the meek and mild accountant any longer. Tonight Scott was roaring with control--about to show him exactly what kind of man he had in his life. He hadn’t seen it coming even if he’d thought he did, but now, well now was about retribution. Scott wanted more than an apology. More than anything Scott wanted him.
“You little…” he frowned feeling Scott pull away from him. He opened his mouth to say something more, but was rewarded by the feel of Scott’s hands on his hips pushing his pants down beneath his knees.
“Watch it,” Scott warned raising his finger up in the air to trace his companion’s lips. Scott watched his playmate kiss the pad of his index finger before Scott wrinkled his nose at him, “I might take offense to your words.”
“Point taken,” he agreed leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes again. He had agreed to Scott’s terms. Quiet wasn’t necessarily what he was good at, but tonight he was willing to try. Seeing his attempt at giving Scott what he needed, Scott dropped down to his knees taking his flustered companion into his mouth. Scott’s tongue flicked and teased over him hoping to provide him with the same kind of pleasure Scott had derived from their interactions. Scott wanted him to know how good this could be---how amazing their time together would prove to be for them both.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, fingers sliding into Scott’s hair, twisting and tangling tightly. His hips thrust forward, sending him further into Scott’s warm, eager mouth. The steely contours of his body constricted and writhed up towards Scott, his thigh brushing up against Scott’s cheek now that Scott had his full attention. He cursed again yanking roughly on Scott’s hair, refusing to let up on the grip he had on Scott. Scott winced in the back of his throat opening it up to indulge his lover’s length a bit further now that his partner’s hips rocked back and forth desperate for a release. Scott reached out brushing the soft edge of his fingers against his lover’s thigh, savoring the hair dusted contours of his flesh until finally the first delicious explosion carried over his lover, causing him to relinquish all control to Scott completely. Scott relaxed taking in every last second of his hot release feeling the vibrations of him upon Scott’s lips until he hunched over, cradling the back of Scott’s head in a tender, brush of his fingers over the back of Scott’s neck.
“You’re insatiable,” he finally murmured dropping his head to the side. Scott pulled back still feeling his own body on fire at the rush of delight he’d brought in helping his lover lose all control. Scott licked his lips thinking about his own hard body burning from the inside out. Standing up Scott leaned forward kissing the side of his neck, wanting him to know just how hot he still was in the moment. Scott scratched lightly at his abdomen, pushing forward just enough to rub in against his thigh. His lips curved upward in a coy movement, very unlike the man he usually was and he sighed, “I know. A promise is a promise.”
“That’s right,” Scott nodded feeling him reach out to Scott’s neatly pressed slacks. His fingers circled over Scott, appreciating the full attention he’d brought Scott too.
Tipping his head up, he smiled at Scott, knowing only too well Scott was ready to collect on their deal with one another. He said nothing, but merely unzipped Scott’s pants, doing his best to feign an air of cool, collected demeanor, but Scott knew that he was nervous. Scott could feel the same anxiety he’d carried with him the first time Scott doubted the situation. The first time Scott touched him, Scott had been afraid--Scott had been uncertain about where things would go, but now, tonight as he stepped outside of his boundaries to give Scott what he needed, Scott knew they’d reached a turning point in their relationship.
“You sure you’re up for this?” he half teased, the arrogance he’d carried with him earlier tapering off to the uncertainty he was experiencing with this change.
Scott bit down on his lip and nodded. Tonight was about taking concessions with each other. It was about new experiences and new beginnings for them. They’d played this game so many times before, but tonight Scott was the one in control. Scott was the one who was going to show him all that our union could mean for them.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Scott swatted at the side of his face, mocking the tone he’d used with Scott time and time again. He seemed almost amused by it when he reached for Scott. His rough fingers carried over Scott’s length, sizing Scott up for what we were about to enter into with one another. Although he’d been quite familiar with Scott’s body, tonight he was going to experience it in a whole new fashion. Tonight they were going to shift gears on what they’d shared.
“Fair enough,” he nodded. With firm, steady hands, he continued to stroke Scott, offering Scott up his full attention. Scott knew he was stalling, but Scott had done so in the past--far too many times then he cared to own up to. It just was all the more amusing to see he was doing it too. Then again was it genuine? Was it his way of revealing that apprehension he felt, or was he merely immersing himself in Scott’s role, showing Scott a reflection of what Scott had been like in their time together?
“I want you,” Scott groaned rising up on his shaky legs to ravage his lover’s mouth again and again. It took everything inside of Scott to keep control with their tongues and teeth engaged in each other--giving and taking with the same intensity that they always known.
“What are you waiting for?” he finally questioned reaching out to slide his thick fingers over Scott‘s arm. He deposited his fingertips into Scott’s hand and smirked that same sensual, crooked smirk, “This is after all your game tonight.”
“That’s right it is,” Scott growled reaching up to tug on the back of his hair. Although Scott knew the movement wasn’t enough to really generate a big response from him, he was playing up the game they’d started with one another, twisting his head to the side and awaiting Scott’s next move. Scott stood up taller, rising up on his toes to claim another wild, reckless kiss from his lips. Tonight he was going to know what it was like to be at Scott’s mercy for the rest of the night.
“Well?” he questioned almost impatiently, surprising Scott with the growl that rumbled over his sensual lips.
“Not here,” Scott finally decided knowing only too well the plans Scott had for him went well beyond any kind of bathroom bliss they might’ve found with one another. The meeting in the lounge had been Scott’s idea, but the more Scott thought about it, the more Scott realized that the first time Scott claimed him fully it needed to be memorable. Perhaps it was a bit of the romantic in Scott, but the more Scott pondered just how screwed up life had been for them over the last few years, the more Scott realized the importance of making tonight matter. Stroking the side of his face tenderly, Scott met his eyes again with an air of sentimentality in his tone. “I want to do this right. Tomorrow everything changes, but tonight…”
“You’re in control,” he half nodded unable to resist reaching out to wrap his arms around Scott. He pulled Scott into his chest breaking the terms of their arrangement, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t relevant for the time being now that Scott had what he wanted. Everything Scott had ever needed was there within his reach, held close beside him with his lover’s strong chest begging for them to stay that way forever. He dipped down nibbling on Scott’s ear before whispering with a hint of teasing, “Where to lover?”
“I have a hotel room,” Scott explained thinking about the back up plan Scott had put together in the event Scott lost his nerve. Tipping his head up ever so slightly Scott could see the question behind his eyes, the words forming behind his lips, but rather than going into the semantics of the situation with Scott he nodded.
“Lead the way,” he mouthed in a smooth, even tone revealing nothing about the depths of the lust that radiated between them. It had been there for longer than either one had wanted to admit. It was deeper than any other bond and while Scott wanted to write it off as a simple game of cat and mouse, there was no denying the raw, animalistic force driving them to one another again and again.
Shifting gears Scott took in a harsh breath, one followed by another until Scott was able to regain focus and clarity. Scott turned away from him, using what strength and control he had left to readjust himself in his slacks. It hurt like hell to simply turn away, to force himself to pretend that Scott wasn’t ready to lose all control with him here and now. Feeling him step forward to wrap his arms around Scott’s waist, Scott groaned outwardly.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to offer a little help before our retreat?” he questioned sliding his thick, oversized fingers down over to the center of Scott’s pants in an attempt to provide Scott with the long overdue relief his body had been seeking out.
“I’m positive,” Scott answered stiffly knowing full well that the next time Scott lost himself to pleasure it would be in a place where they had purpose and reason. The strangers in a bar scenario had worked wonders for the fantasy in the beginning, but tonight there was no way in hell that Scott would miss out on an opportunity to truly immerse himself in making love to the one man he’d found real comfort and hope in. He’d provided Scott with that for so very long in his own special way and tonight was about showing Scott’s appreciation about…
“You’re doing a monologue in your head again, aren’t you Summers?” he questioned sliding his arms around Scott in a more secure, possessive hold. He placed his chin on Scott’s shoulder, breath skimming over the side of Scott’s neck when his words crashed over Scott’s bristling skin. He’d dropped the Australian accent, instead opting to reveal the hint of his Canadian roots in his tone. He was attempting to switch gears, to bring them back to the reality Scott been hoping to escape from a bit longer, but Scott wouldn’t have it. Pushing his arms away, Scott turned around to face him with a scowl crossing over his features.
“Logan,” Scott frowned refusing to say anything further on the subject. Scott shook his head at him before nodding towards the door, “Let’s get out of here.”
“It’s your show,” he conceded reaching into his pocket and pulling out another cigar. Instead of lighting it, he simply placed it between his lips and grudgingly followed Scott out of the men’s room into the airport lobby. Much to Scott’s surprise there were a few people watching, some who had clearly anticipated a brawl between the two of them, but they remained still, silently watching.
“Wouldn’t they be in for a shock if they had any idea what we were up to with one another?” Scott pondered with a triumphant smirk.
“We could always offer them a preview of what they’re missing out on if that tempts you,” Logan teased with that same gruff, playful tone that set Scott’s body ablaze returning to the days of a schoolyard crush.
“Why offer up on promises we couldn’t truly deliver?” Scott questioned lazily, wondering if Logan could sense what he was thinking now that the idea of kissing him again with an audience consumed Scott’s every thought, his every movement. Then again the fact that he couldn’t read Scott completely was a relief in itself. Unlike the relationships in the past Scott experienced, with Logan he didn’t have to constantly keep himself guarded, hidden from his thoughts. They were no longer a weapon to be used against Scott now that Scott found someone he could be free to explore his subconscious with. That brought around a sense of ease and comfort. However, when Scott glanced over his shoulders to see the playful wink Logan issued him, Scott knew he was thinking it at as well. He was ready for a change of scenery too. Together they walked out of the airport into the storm ready for a night the would never forget!
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To Chapter Two
Fandom: X-Men
Pairing: Scott/Logan
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 6,951
Summary: After leaving the school to take time for himself Logan encounters Scott, who is still alive and powerless. The two reconnect with one another and pick up where they left off in their relationship before Scott 'died'.
Author’s Notes: This fic is my AU based loosely on the Movieverse incorporating the three films along with a bit from the Wolverine Origins movie as well.
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The Fantasy
When life changed again for Scott it began as a day just like any other. The traffic was heavy, the people rude and the thunderstorm rolling overhead was all the motivation he needed to second guess the decision he’d made to take this next step in his life. Yes, as clichéd as it was he was ready for change. He’d told himself that he was again feeling eager for the next big adventure, but he had no idea what truly lay ahead for him on the path he’d taken. An adventure would’ve been easy, but this, well this was so much more. It was the last thing he’d anticipated, yet the much needed push in the right direction to where his life was ready to go.
“Damn rain,” an agitated voice rose with the thunder when Scott stepped into the smoky lounge adjacent to the busy airport terminal. While Scott had plenty of things he still had to do including putting in a few last minute email messages to everyone he had to follow up with before this trip, he couldn’t help, but silently agree with the man’s assessment of the weather. The rain seemed to bring out the worst in people, taking them from decent civilized people and transforming them into something darker, something more animalistic and primitive with the honking of the horns and the curse words they swore weren’t a part of their vocabulary while they sat in church. It was truly the worst of the worst when the weather howled and protested with thunder, but today was about new beginnings--about doing what was needed to go to the next level.
“The next level,” he mouthed to himself pulling out the tiny black jewelry box in his pocket. Yeah, what fun it would be to go there. Just one more expected step in the journey life had pushed upon him. Opening up the box, he stole a look at the diamond inside seeing it’s sparkle, but much like the jewel he felt cold and empty inside at the thought of what was ahead. It was a lie--one that was followed by another string of sins he would commit on the path of normalcy his history set out for him. Allowing that thought to darken his already sour mood, Scott closed the jewelry box and shoved it back into his trousers.
“Another day for another headache,” he mouthed to himself walking over to the bar to calm his nerves with a drink. It wasn’t that he hated the idea of flying commercial so much as opposed to piloting. He’d gotten used to it over the years, but today, well, with the weather and the reports of it only getting worse on the horizon, he needed something to distract him.
Walking over to the bar Scott spotted an opening in the midst of the crowded lounge up front and center. He took in a breath and made a move towards the one open seat near the end of the bar. Still being one for politeness and what was considered proper he spoke up to the man seated beside the stool.
“Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” he asked in that same casual, polite fashion that he had been raised to use in dealing with the world around him. It was rare trait in the world, but one that had served him well through the years.
The man shook his head, not bothering to look back over his strong, solid shoulder. He simply shrugged and returned his attention to the bowl of peanuts before him, “Suit yourself. Seat’s yours.”
“Thanks,” Scott scooted in onto the barstool feeling suddenly very out of his element crunched in between a man who smelled like mothballs and the one who allowed him access to the chair. He swiveled a bit trying not to bump either one of them with his elbows when the bartender arrived.
“What can I get for ya?” she questioned with a thick southern accent. She was clearly not a native of the area with her thick brown hair and almond shaped eyes, yet Scott couldn’t help, but feel as if she was at perfect ease in her surroundings working in such a dismal place.
“Huh?” Scott questioned seeing she was staring at him expectantly. “Oh right…I’ll take a club soda with lime please.”
“A club soda,” she gave him a look that read surprise. Then again Scott wasn’t like any other patron in the lounge judging by the beer bottles and shot glasses that lined up the bar before him.
“On second thought how about a cranberry juice and vodka?”
“Would you like to have me put in a little pink umbrella for you?” the bartender wrinkled her nose at Scott, amusement twinkling behind her chocolate colored eyes.
“Only if you want to,” Scott shrugged knowing that she was mocking him, but he really didn’t care. He didn’t have time to care now that he had a list of emails to return and a limited amount of time to get it done in. He pulled out his smart phone and returned to the task at hand only to discover that he’d lost the signal within the walls of the lounge. He’d contemplated leaving, but when the bartender returned setting down a glass with a tiny pink and green umbrella in it, he couldn’t help but smirk.
“Cute,” Scott fought to refrain from rolling his eyes. He tried to hide the sarcasm in his tone as he reached for his wallet. He threw a few bills down on the counter and reached for the glass bringing it up to his lips, “Bottoms up.”
“Yeah I’m sure,” she reached for the money tucking it into the front of her plunging neckline before walking away to tend to another customer.
Shaking his head Scott shifted the umbrella around and took a sip of the drink. It was much stronger than he’d anticipated, but then again after having found himself bullied by his own feelings of inadequacy over not ‘fitting in’ he figured it was just what he would have to endure. The liquid burned down his throat and he contemplated all the ways in which the drink order reflected his life. For so long it was about doing what everyone expected, about what everyone else wanted for him, never really taking the time to do what it was that he wanted. Hell, looking back on his life he wasn’t really sure what he wanted anymore. It didn’t seem fair to indulge the fantasy given there was no longer time for that anymore.
“I think she likes you,” the man beside him noted, nudging him in the ribs with a surprising poke. Although he hadn’t turned around to look at Scott before, Scott could hear the rumble of amusement in his tone when Scott set the glass down on the counter. “The umbrella was a nice touch.”
“I didn’t ask for…” Scott stopped feeling flustered when a puff of smoke fell from his lips. He held a cigar out in the air, waving it around lazily and Scott couldn’t help but cringe. Scott had never been into smoking, never really found his way to enjoying the taste or the smell of it when it was around him. He’d had allergies growing up and…it didn’t matter. The man beside him certainly didn’t seem the type to put the cigar out even if he’d asked politely, so there was no point in suggesting it.
“It suits you,” he mouthed, revealing a thick Australian accent in his voice. He sat up straighter, twisting in his bar stool just in time for Scott to take a first look at his face. He wasn’t at all what Scott anticipated when he took a seat beside him. The leather jacket he was wearing was tanned and weathered by years of use. His hair was dark and unruly, but his eyes were expressive and almost golden in color. They were beautiful really, far more impressive than anything he’d seen before and they fit his striking features more so than Scott had cared to admit. His face had a strong, solid, stubble dusted jaw, his mouth curving upward in amusement with the roll of laughter over his lips. He held a cigar in one hand, the other resting on the bar just beyond his glass. Scott couldn’t help, but follow the man’s fingers, his eyes traveling up the man’s jacket covered arm to take note of his strong, solid musculature. At first the man had been hunched over giving the illusion of someone who wasn’t really aware of his surroundings, just another drunk in the bar passing his time until his flight called upon him, but now Scott was able to see just how incredibly wrong he was about the man. Now, the man Scott hadn’t given a second thought to was suddenly by far the more fascinating creature in the room. Realizing he was staring Scott looked to his drink again.
“I’m just passing through,” Scott mouthed foolishly, feeling a heat in his face after the way he’d just been mentally sizing his companion up. Scott didn’t know why the thought had overtaken him, but when he felt his strong, solid thigh brush up against his lean, muscular leg, Scott felt something he hadn’t before. The sensation rippled through his body, drawing an entirely off course set of mental portraits he dared not speak of in his mind. Clearing his throat Scott gripped onto his glass again.
“I can see that,” he nodded giving Scott a long once over. While the man’s eyes weren’t upon Scott the perusal he was giving Scott was more than obvious in the mirror before them. Scott had tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed, but it was there…it was reflective of the same scrutiny Scott’s blue eyes had given him from behind the confines of his thin, wire rimmed glasses. Scott had been checking him out and he’d noticed. Now the ruggedly handsome man beside Scott was doing the same to him with a torturously slow brush of his gaze upon Scott. Nervously Scott spoke up fumbling with his words, “I’m just passing through and…”
“You’re a jittery one, aren’t you?” he questioned with another rumble of laughter. Sitting up straighter on his barstool he brought the cigar into his mouth again. He took another puff of it and laughed, “Though I should’ve guessed it by the way you walked in here. You looked out of place.”
“I’m waiting for a flight and…” Scott paused thinking about what he’d said. He brought his hand up through his neat, wavy brown hair and frowned, “What makes you think I look out of place?”
His companion’s brow creased, eyes shifting downward to the umbrella in his glass. Scott frowned, pulling it out of the glass and setting it on top of the bar.
“I didn’t ask for it,” Scott protested with a huff, his agitation expanding with the way the man was eyeing him with scrutiny.
“You didn’t refuse it either when she offered it to you,” he pointed out giving Scott another long once over, “but then again something tells me that you’re a yes man. You seem like the kind of guy who doesn’t put up much of a fight for what he wants.”
“You’d be surprised,” Scott wrinkled his nose at him. Scott had already had enough of this sexy stranger’s assessments. Even if the man was easy on the eyes and rather attractive in ways Scott didn’t care to admit to consider given his background, he didn’t appreciate being sized up.
“I doubt it,” he shrugged again, turning his attention to the beer he’d been nursing before Scott arrived.
“Yeah, well what does it matter to you?” Scott snapped back stubbornly, his frustration at being stuck in such a place getting the best of him in the moment.
“It doesn’t,” he took a long swig of the beer he’d been drinking, “I didn’t mean to get your panties in a bunch.”
“I don’t wear panties,” Scott hissed, in a pinched, agitated tone. Scott was a bit louder than he’d anticipated as a few eyes had fallen upon the both of them.
“Really?” he laughed, knowing full well Scott had set himself up for the look the man was now giving him. “Somehow you struck me as a pink, frilly kind of guy.”
“Well I’m not,” Scott snapped, unable to contain the bristling response that overtook him in the moment. Suddenly very embarrassed and annoyed, Scott spoke up again quietly, “not that it’s any of your business what I wear underneath my…never mind.”
“You were the one that brought it up,” he shrugged his shoulders and puffed on his cigar again. “I was merely trying to conduct a conversation with you…”
“Well don’t,” Scott replied like a petulant child who had been being harassed by others on the playground, “because I have plenty of important things I need to be focusing on--things that don’t include being harassed by you.”
“By all means then,” he pulled the cigar from his mouth and blew smoke in Scott’s face, “you’d best be getting back to those important…things.”
“I will,” Scott wrinkled his nose at him, not bothering to give him another thought. Scott returned his focus to his phone pretending to be working on an email even though it was clear the chance of his getting a signal in the lounge were even less than his finding someone who was polite and cordial.
Scott pushed the screen, doing his best to be that same, boring accountant that he’d gotten accustomed to being lost in a sea of numbers and normalcy. That’s what life was all about after all, Scott told himself time and time again. Being different always lead to trouble and trouble was the key to your undoing. Scott learned it at an early age when his environment had cajoled him into following their big footsteps. Scott had been pushed down his path and that path would lead to great rewards. At least that’s what he’d been told time and time again. Maybe one day Scott would believe it, but for now it was all about appearances. Scott had to keep up with what it was that was expected of him. It was the right thing to do.
After a few minutes of pretending Scott was pleasantly rewarded with a signal at long last. It seemed that the storm was fading out and Scott was able to return his focus to the things he’d put off for far too long already. Scott could put his energies into what was needed for a while longer until they called to alert him that his flight was back on. Life was good. Scott could still feel the solid strength of the man beside him, the man’s leg brushing up against Scott’s every so often, but the man said nothing, simply finished off his beer and paid for another before standing up to leave.
“Good luck with work princess,” he finally said leaning over Scott’s shoulder to eye his phone curiously. The brush of his breath carried over the side of Scott’s neck sending shivers racing over Scott until finally Scott felt a new rush of electricity overtake him.
“What the hell is your problem?” Scott finally snapped rising up and turning around to face him fully. It was then that Scott recognized the size difference between them. With him lingering beside Scott, eyeing Scott with an amused, daunting grin daring Scott to challenge him, Scott felt complete and total intimidation upon him. Scott gulped once, then another time trying to remember what it was that he’d wanted to say when he’d gotten the notion to rise to his feet. Scott was at a loss, however, as the man leaned in closer to him, eyes expectant and ready for a confrontation.
“Well?” he questioned wiggling his brow suggestively. “What was it you had on your mind?”
“You,” Scott paused feeling flustered at the word that had fallen from his lips. The man’s eyes widened, surprise and approval registering over his features before Scott gulped down hard, “I mean…I just wish…that you…that you’d just stop…”
“Stop what?” he inquired with a sexy drawl making Scott realize that all the layers of deception that he’d been using to camouflage himself from the world around him were falling to pieces, tearing apart one by one and revealing the truth of the man he’d become through the years. The wicked parting of lips taunted and dared Scott to defy the sexy stranger’s challenge. Inside a fire began to build in Scott’s abdomen only serving to further intensify the need to reach out and touch the man before him, to take a taste of those sour lips of his, showing him just how sweet Scott could be when properly motivated. Would he be so eager to sling an insult in Scott’s direction then when Scott was the one taking charge? Would he be able to deny how good Scott tasted? Could Scott really wipe that smugness off of his features to explore such a bold leap and express what Scott felt in taking him, wanting him and showing him a whole new world of lust? Scott’s every instinct wanted to throw him down on top of the bar and have his way with him, proving that timid didn’t always mean helpless, but Scott refrained. Scott maintained his meager persona and stepped back.
“Nothing,” Scott replied lowering his eyes just enough to see that others in the bar were watching them. They were suddenly very interested in this exchange between the handsome, roguish Australian and the meager looking accountant.
“Good,” he finally decided pushing his cigar back between his lips, puffing on it once again, “then let’s keep it that way.”
Scott said nothing, merely bristling from his companion’s tone as he turned around to leave. He walked out of the bar, his head held high, his chest puffed out and arms down by his side. His stride was full of arrogance, his persona larger than life now that he’d ‘put Scott back in his place’ so to speak. The bar knew it. Scott knew it and as Scott pushed his smart phone back into his pocket he decided that it was time for all of that to change. Scott wasn’t going to be pushed around any longer.
Raising his head up, Scott reached for his glasses knowing they would serve no purpose in the battle he was about to engage in. Scott tucked them neatly into their case before rubbing his palms together. This went against everything that Scott was taught to do, but tonight it didn’t matter. Scott didn’t care about the right and wrong because tonight with his flight on hold he was going to take a bold step towards reclaiming the life he’d kept repressed for so very long. Scott pushed the barstool aside, all the while ignoring the eyes upon him in the bar and marched towards it’s exit.
Once outside it didn’t take long for Scott to discover the Australian in the crowd. He stood out like a masterpiece in a sea of pre-school finger paintings. His strong, solid stance was an exquisite contrast to the bleak surroundings of the airport. He was beautiful, every perfect inch of him and despite the saccharine demeanor he was lacking, Scott would be sure to set him straight on things once and for all. Scott approached him not bothering to consider how ridiculous he looked in his movements. Scott was tired and agitated and ready for a fight. At this moment Scott had found a perfect target. Seeing him bend down to speak with a woman in one of the chairs by a table, Scott felt a rush of courage overtake him.
“We need to talk,” Scott announced watching his leather clad upper torso stretch out across the plastic seats of the chairs set out before him. He kicked his legs up on a couple of them before the woman he’d spoken to rose to her feet clearly disinterested in being part of whatever confrontation was at hand.
“So talk,” he rolled his eyes at Scott. He stretched his arm up across his face and sighed lazily, “since apparently that’s what you rather enjoy doing the most.”
“First of all you can’t humiliate someone just because you aren’t comfortable with yourself and…” Scott protested digging his heels down into the carpet beneath his feet. Scott could see he was blowing off what Scott said to him, so Scott continued to raise his voice. “You owe me an apology.”
“A what?” he questioned with a roar of laughter. He was suddenly interested for the first time since Scott arrived to confront him.
“An apology,” Scott folded his arms in front of his chest stubbornly, “I want it right now.”
“Good for you,” he laughed wildly, “because you can want it all you like, but you’re not getting it.”
“The hell I’m not,” Scott stepped in closer to him, wanting to prove his determination and fire within his rage. “You will apologize.”
“Make me,” he challenged in a mocking tone. He wiggled his brow at Scott suggestively and that was all it took for Scott to let loose of the control that carried over him. Scott reached out to him seizing him by his collar and catching him off guard with a rough pull.
“What the…?” he scattered to his feet, his hazel eyes opening wider as Scott looked up at him.
“That apology…I‘ll be taking it now,” Scott demanded placing his hands on his hips defiantly. Yes, maybe it was ridiculous to expect it, but Scott wasn’t leaving until he got it.
“Good luck with that,” he dusted his arm off before turning to walk away from Scott .
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” Scott shoved at his back, giving him just enough of a push to make him stop.
“Look kid,” he snarled dropping his head down and turning around to meet Scott’s enraged eyes, “back off.”
“No,” Scott answered defiantly, “not until you tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m never sorry, so it’s a moot point,” he shrugged before returning to the path he’d started taking. Scott watched him slip out of the waiting area, heading into the men’s room.
“We’ll just see about that,” Scott vowed.
Against his better judgment Scott followed him into the men’s room determined to get a response out of him, but it wasn’t until Scott was inside that he realized he had already awakened one. In an instant before Scott could say a word, Scott felt his rival’s arms surround him, his rival’s mouth hovering over the side of Scott’s neck in a tight squeeze.
“You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he questioned pressing his palm out flat across Scott’s chest. His teeth sank into Scott’s shoulder in a primitive bite, tongue teasing out in a flick across the side of Scott’s neck.
“Not when you’re being rude,” Scott mouthed in response, turning around to face him fully. His eyes were divided by amusement and interest when Scott pushed him back into the wall, doing his best to compensate for the height difference between them. He fell back, flinging into the wall as Scott moved forward reaching up to tangle a thick chunk of his unruly dark hair between his fingers. Scott yanked his head forward, sliding eagerly on his toes to kiss him like Scott had been dying to from the moment he had walked into the bar. It was something Scott had been holding back on, but now there was no ignoring what Scott wanted. Scott’s tongue lashed at his, fingers clawing at the front of his shirt to feel the muscled abdomen he knew lay beneath the dirty burgundy colored shirt he’d been wearing. Scott felt him inhale a harsh breath, desire stirring up inside of him all over again when their mouths collided.
“You’re a real spitfire tonight, aren’t you?” he ran his fingers over the back of Scott’s neck, touching the dip between his neck and shoulder in a rough, sensual brush.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” Scott blurted out rising up to nip at his lower lip once again. Scott felt him wince at the feel of his teeth sinking into his plump, kiss swollen lips, but Scott kept digging deeper wanting to show him a whole new meaning of intensity now that they’d surrounded themselves with madness. His arms wrapped around Scott’s waist possessively, a low growl building in the back of his throat, vibrating through their kiss. Scott’s hand traveled down further sliding over the front of his jeans. He groaned, a low, primitive howl of delight when Scott massaged him, taking the time to enjoy his hardening body beneath his touch.
“You owe me an apology,” Scott explained firmly, his blue eyes making their way to his rival’s again. Scott squeezed his companion’s pants once more, feeling the deliciously intense response his rival had to the movement in his body. His breath grew ragged, his body tensing up beneath Scott’s touch. Scott pushed the zipper down on his jeans, sliding the tips of his fingers in to touch his length, knowing of the treasure buried within his jeans. As anticipated he hadn’t bothered with boxers tonight, but that only served as a tool for the torturous notions Scott had for him. Scott’s fingers curled around his body, squeezing and tracing his tip with his thumb until finally Scott began to stroke his length. His companion’s hips arched up towards Scott making Scott want so much more in the moment, but Scott held back remembering his purpose in following him.
“That apology,” Scott taunted, dangling the promise of pleasure in his face, seeing it’s tortuous glow upon his strained features, but Scott wouldn’t budge. Scott couldn’t give in until he provided Scott with what he wanted.
“You’re really acting like a bitch,” he conceded with a shake of his head. He closed his eyes and brought his wrist down over Scott’s in a silent plea to urge Scott on further, “I hope you realize that.”
“Tonight we’re going to do things my way,” Scott rose up on his toes to kiss the side of the man’s neck, tongue swirling hot patterns over his skin, “and until you apologize you can’t have anything more.”
“Damn you,” he groaned, his hold on Scott’s wrist constricting further, “I’m…”
“Yes?” Scott questioned, gloating a little in his amusement. He was caving. For the first time since they’d encountered one another Scott had the upper hand.
“I’m…” he let out a pinched wail, his fingers digging into the underside of Scott’s palm.
“What was that?” Scott raised his hand to his ear in a mocking gesture.
“I’m sorry,” he finally spit out hating every single second of the apology. It wasn’t in his nature to utter such words, but as Scott’s fingers stroked him, sliding over his hot flesh, he found himself rewarded by the feel of Scott’s fingers working over him, drawing out pleasurable sensation one after another until finally Scott released him from his grasp knowing he wasn’t ready yet.
“Hey,” his eyelids fluttered open, protest coming from his lips, but it was soon replaced by Scott’s mouth over his lips longing to show him a whole new side of things. Tonight Scott wasn’t the meek and mild accountant any longer. Tonight Scott was roaring with control--about to show him exactly what kind of man he had in his life. He hadn’t seen it coming even if he’d thought he did, but now, well now was about retribution. Scott wanted more than an apology. More than anything Scott wanted him.
“You little…” he frowned feeling Scott pull away from him. He opened his mouth to say something more, but was rewarded by the feel of Scott’s hands on his hips pushing his pants down beneath his knees.
“Watch it,” Scott warned raising his finger up in the air to trace his companion’s lips. Scott watched his playmate kiss the pad of his index finger before Scott wrinkled his nose at him, “I might take offense to your words.”
“Point taken,” he agreed leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes again. He had agreed to Scott’s terms. Quiet wasn’t necessarily what he was good at, but tonight he was willing to try. Seeing his attempt at giving Scott what he needed, Scott dropped down to his knees taking his flustered companion into his mouth. Scott’s tongue flicked and teased over him hoping to provide him with the same kind of pleasure Scott had derived from their interactions. Scott wanted him to know how good this could be---how amazing their time together would prove to be for them both.
“Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, fingers sliding into Scott’s hair, twisting and tangling tightly. His hips thrust forward, sending him further into Scott’s warm, eager mouth. The steely contours of his body constricted and writhed up towards Scott, his thigh brushing up against Scott’s cheek now that Scott had his full attention. He cursed again yanking roughly on Scott’s hair, refusing to let up on the grip he had on Scott. Scott winced in the back of his throat opening it up to indulge his lover’s length a bit further now that his partner’s hips rocked back and forth desperate for a release. Scott reached out brushing the soft edge of his fingers against his lover’s thigh, savoring the hair dusted contours of his flesh until finally the first delicious explosion carried over his lover, causing him to relinquish all control to Scott completely. Scott relaxed taking in every last second of his hot release feeling the vibrations of him upon Scott’s lips until he hunched over, cradling the back of Scott’s head in a tender, brush of his fingers over the back of Scott’s neck.
“You’re insatiable,” he finally murmured dropping his head to the side. Scott pulled back still feeling his own body on fire at the rush of delight he’d brought in helping his lover lose all control. Scott licked his lips thinking about his own hard body burning from the inside out. Standing up Scott leaned forward kissing the side of his neck, wanting him to know just how hot he still was in the moment. Scott scratched lightly at his abdomen, pushing forward just enough to rub in against his thigh. His lips curved upward in a coy movement, very unlike the man he usually was and he sighed, “I know. A promise is a promise.”
“That’s right,” Scott nodded feeling him reach out to Scott’s neatly pressed slacks. His fingers circled over Scott, appreciating the full attention he’d brought Scott too.
Tipping his head up, he smiled at Scott, knowing only too well Scott was ready to collect on their deal with one another. He said nothing, but merely unzipped Scott’s pants, doing his best to feign an air of cool, collected demeanor, but Scott knew that he was nervous. Scott could feel the same anxiety he’d carried with him the first time Scott doubted the situation. The first time Scott touched him, Scott had been afraid--Scott had been uncertain about where things would go, but now, tonight as he stepped outside of his boundaries to give Scott what he needed, Scott knew they’d reached a turning point in their relationship.
“You sure you’re up for this?” he half teased, the arrogance he’d carried with him earlier tapering off to the uncertainty he was experiencing with this change.
Scott bit down on his lip and nodded. Tonight was about taking concessions with each other. It was about new experiences and new beginnings for them. They’d played this game so many times before, but tonight Scott was the one in control. Scott was the one who was going to show him all that our union could mean for them.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Scott swatted at the side of his face, mocking the tone he’d used with Scott time and time again. He seemed almost amused by it when he reached for Scott. His rough fingers carried over Scott’s length, sizing Scott up for what we were about to enter into with one another. Although he’d been quite familiar with Scott’s body, tonight he was going to experience it in a whole new fashion. Tonight they were going to shift gears on what they’d shared.
“Fair enough,” he nodded. With firm, steady hands, he continued to stroke Scott, offering Scott up his full attention. Scott knew he was stalling, but Scott had done so in the past--far too many times then he cared to own up to. It just was all the more amusing to see he was doing it too. Then again was it genuine? Was it his way of revealing that apprehension he felt, or was he merely immersing himself in Scott’s role, showing Scott a reflection of what Scott had been like in their time together?
“I want you,” Scott groaned rising up on his shaky legs to ravage his lover’s mouth again and again. It took everything inside of Scott to keep control with their tongues and teeth engaged in each other--giving and taking with the same intensity that they always known.
“What are you waiting for?” he finally questioned reaching out to slide his thick fingers over Scott‘s arm. He deposited his fingertips into Scott’s hand and smirked that same sensual, crooked smirk, “This is after all your game tonight.”
“That’s right it is,” Scott growled reaching up to tug on the back of his hair. Although Scott knew the movement wasn’t enough to really generate a big response from him, he was playing up the game they’d started with one another, twisting his head to the side and awaiting Scott’s next move. Scott stood up taller, rising up on his toes to claim another wild, reckless kiss from his lips. Tonight he was going to know what it was like to be at Scott’s mercy for the rest of the night.
“Well?” he questioned almost impatiently, surprising Scott with the growl that rumbled over his sensual lips.
“Not here,” Scott finally decided knowing only too well the plans Scott had for him went well beyond any kind of bathroom bliss they might’ve found with one another. The meeting in the lounge had been Scott’s idea, but the more Scott thought about it, the more Scott realized that the first time Scott claimed him fully it needed to be memorable. Perhaps it was a bit of the romantic in Scott, but the more Scott pondered just how screwed up life had been for them over the last few years, the more Scott realized the importance of making tonight matter. Stroking the side of his face tenderly, Scott met his eyes again with an air of sentimentality in his tone. “I want to do this right. Tomorrow everything changes, but tonight…”
“You’re in control,” he half nodded unable to resist reaching out to wrap his arms around Scott. He pulled Scott into his chest breaking the terms of their arrangement, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t relevant for the time being now that Scott had what he wanted. Everything Scott had ever needed was there within his reach, held close beside him with his lover’s strong chest begging for them to stay that way forever. He dipped down nibbling on Scott’s ear before whispering with a hint of teasing, “Where to lover?”
“I have a hotel room,” Scott explained thinking about the back up plan Scott had put together in the event Scott lost his nerve. Tipping his head up ever so slightly Scott could see the question behind his eyes, the words forming behind his lips, but rather than going into the semantics of the situation with Scott he nodded.
“Lead the way,” he mouthed in a smooth, even tone revealing nothing about the depths of the lust that radiated between them. It had been there for longer than either one had wanted to admit. It was deeper than any other bond and while Scott wanted to write it off as a simple game of cat and mouse, there was no denying the raw, animalistic force driving them to one another again and again.
Shifting gears Scott took in a harsh breath, one followed by another until Scott was able to regain focus and clarity. Scott turned away from him, using what strength and control he had left to readjust himself in his slacks. It hurt like hell to simply turn away, to force himself to pretend that Scott wasn’t ready to lose all control with him here and now. Feeling him step forward to wrap his arms around Scott’s waist, Scott groaned outwardly.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to offer a little help before our retreat?” he questioned sliding his thick, oversized fingers down over to the center of Scott’s pants in an attempt to provide Scott with the long overdue relief his body had been seeking out.
“I’m positive,” Scott answered stiffly knowing full well that the next time Scott lost himself to pleasure it would be in a place where they had purpose and reason. The strangers in a bar scenario had worked wonders for the fantasy in the beginning, but tonight there was no way in hell that Scott would miss out on an opportunity to truly immerse himself in making love to the one man he’d found real comfort and hope in. He’d provided Scott with that for so very long in his own special way and tonight was about showing Scott’s appreciation about…
“You’re doing a monologue in your head again, aren’t you Summers?” he questioned sliding his arms around Scott in a more secure, possessive hold. He placed his chin on Scott’s shoulder, breath skimming over the side of Scott’s neck when his words crashed over Scott’s bristling skin. He’d dropped the Australian accent, instead opting to reveal the hint of his Canadian roots in his tone. He was attempting to switch gears, to bring them back to the reality Scott been hoping to escape from a bit longer, but Scott wouldn’t have it. Pushing his arms away, Scott turned around to face him with a scowl crossing over his features.
“Logan,” Scott frowned refusing to say anything further on the subject. Scott shook his head at him before nodding towards the door, “Let’s get out of here.”
“It’s your show,” he conceded reaching into his pocket and pulling out another cigar. Instead of lighting it, he simply placed it between his lips and grudgingly followed Scott out of the men’s room into the airport lobby. Much to Scott’s surprise there were a few people watching, some who had clearly anticipated a brawl between the two of them, but they remained still, silently watching.
“Wouldn’t they be in for a shock if they had any idea what we were up to with one another?” Scott pondered with a triumphant smirk.
“We could always offer them a preview of what they’re missing out on if that tempts you,” Logan teased with that same gruff, playful tone that set Scott’s body ablaze returning to the days of a schoolyard crush.
“Why offer up on promises we couldn’t truly deliver?” Scott questioned lazily, wondering if Logan could sense what he was thinking now that the idea of kissing him again with an audience consumed Scott’s every thought, his every movement. Then again the fact that he couldn’t read Scott completely was a relief in itself. Unlike the relationships in the past Scott experienced, with Logan he didn’t have to constantly keep himself guarded, hidden from his thoughts. They were no longer a weapon to be used against Scott now that Scott found someone he could be free to explore his subconscious with. That brought around a sense of ease and comfort. However, when Scott glanced over his shoulders to see the playful wink Logan issued him, Scott knew he was thinking it at as well. He was ready for a change of scenery too. Together they walked out of the airport into the storm ready for a night the would never forget!
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