"One Week" (ficlet, sequel) Dark Angel, Logan/Alec
Title: "One Week" (Sequel to Can I Ask You Something?)
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Logan/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alec is back and Logan doesn't say no.
A/N: _empty_inside and sylph_ironlight kept bugging me to write more, and now my bunnies have mutated and I have another ficlet in mind that comes after this. I sense a short series coming on. Also, _empty_inside made me some inspirational icons to help me along! *points*
Alec stood in the doorway, silent, and observant, with both of his hands tucked in his jacket pockets. Logan hadn’t noticed him there until he turned from the table with a stack of dirty dishes in his hands. He nearly dropped them.
“Jesus, Alec, what are you doing here?” He already knew why. There was no point in asking. It had been a week since they last saw each other, and in that time, Logan had most definitely grown sexually frustrated by the nano virus situation. But how the hell could he know?
“You look constipated.” Alec said matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“Constipated or really frustrated. It’s Max, isn’t it?”
“You passed her on your way up.” Logan replied, and then suddenly grew nervous. “She didn’t see you, did she?”
Alec shouldered out of his jacket and dropped it on the floor. “And why would I tell her what I’ve been up to?”
Logan carried the dishes to the kitchen sink and called out, “So this isn’t just a friendly visit between two co-workers?” Alec’s soft chuckle was the answer he had expected. Logan returned to the table, unable to make eye contact. He wanted this, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. Or to instigate it. There was too much guilt on his behalf.
He wasn’t at all surprised when Alec grabbed him roughly from behind and slammed his back onto the empty table top. The whole piece shook violently beneath him, but he didn’t care. Alec’s hands were on him now, roaming and feeling every inch of him; above his white cotton shirt and beneath it. Alec’s long powerful fingers burned like fire across his chest, leaving half crescent circles from his fingernails and an equally vicious red line down to the top of Logan’s slacks.
He bent over Logan and licked the scratches, drawing out a deep shuddering breath, then unfastened the fly on Logan’s pants and tugged them down to his knees.
Logan’s boxer briefs were removed next, carefully as to avoid upsetting the waist band of his exoskeleton, and then his growing erection was free from their confines. Free to be devoured by Alec’s wet hot mouth. Something Logan had not expected. He was shocked that the transgenic would actually go beyond fisting, and was rendered completely speechless by Alec’s tongue rolling across the head of his cock.
The transgenic pushed Logan’s legs apart and held them tight beneath his fingers to allow better leverage. He set a steady deep throating rhythm.
“Uuhhh…” Logan lifted himself on his elbows to see. The visual alone had him teetering on the edge. Alec’s head was bobbing up and down, his mouth wide and lips thin around the length of Logan’s erection. His eyes were closed and his usual calm face flushed from the exertion. Logan lifted his hips pleadingly, and Alec’s hands made short work of his remaining sanity by massaging his balls. Logan came crying his name.
Alec swallowed a small amount of cum, but backed away and let the rest spill across Logan’s legs. He wiped his right arm across his mouth and sat at the edge of the table. It shuddered beneath his added weight.
Logan pulled himself into a sitting position and locked eyes with Alec’s. “Look, I uh…”
Alec smirked. “I’ll be back next week.”
“That’s not…”
“You don’t want any more of my counselling?”
“Counselling?” Logan raised his eyebrows. “That’s a strange way of putting it.”
Alec’s left hand reached for Logan’s uncovered cock and hovered above it, close enough for Logan to feel the heat, but just far enough to tease. “You don’t like the idea of paying some stranger to suck you off, and I’m too kind to let you sit and wallow in your sexual frustration. It’s not good for the business.”
“What do you get out of it?” Logan refused to believe it was all selfless. There had to be something Alec wanted in return.
“I don’t think you really care.” Alec traced the head of Logan’s penis with his index finger and grinned when Logan moaned in response. “But if you really don’t want it…”
“I…” He still couldn’t declare it. What would Max say if she knew? Alec rubbed his thumb along the underside of his cock and succeeded in melting it all away. “Yessss I want it.”
“Great!” Alec withdrew his hand and slapped Logan playfully on the shoulder. “I’ll be back next week.”
He leapt off the table making it lurch once more, and gathered up his jacket. “Hey, Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to fix your table.” And just as he said it, the legs finally gave out and brought Logan crashing to the floor. Alec disappeared into the hallway, but his laughter floated back to Logan who lay spent in the ruin of his dining room.
Back out on the street Alec slinked through a darkened alley, his eyes scanning for signs of life. He saw nothing but a rat digging in a garbage can. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his full erection. He stroked it with his right hand and leaned his left arm against one of the brick walls. He closed his eyes, let out a long tortured moan, and imagined that Logan was the one pleasuring him.
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Logan/Alec
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Alec is back and Logan doesn't say no.
A/N: _empty_inside and sylph_ironlight kept bugging me to write more, and now my bunnies have mutated and I have another ficlet in mind that comes after this. I sense a short series coming on. Also, _empty_inside made me some inspirational icons to help me along! *points*
Alec stood in the doorway, silent, and observant, with both of his hands tucked in his jacket pockets. Logan hadn’t noticed him there until he turned from the table with a stack of dirty dishes in his hands. He nearly dropped them.
“Jesus, Alec, what are you doing here?” He already knew why. There was no point in asking. It had been a week since they last saw each other, and in that time, Logan had most definitely grown sexually frustrated by the nano virus situation. But how the hell could he know?
“You look constipated.” Alec said matter-of-factly.
“What?”
“Constipated or really frustrated. It’s Max, isn’t it?”
“You passed her on your way up.” Logan replied, and then suddenly grew nervous. “She didn’t see you, did she?”
Alec shouldered out of his jacket and dropped it on the floor. “And why would I tell her what I’ve been up to?”
Logan carried the dishes to the kitchen sink and called out, “So this isn’t just a friendly visit between two co-workers?” Alec’s soft chuckle was the answer he had expected. Logan returned to the table, unable to make eye contact. He wanted this, but couldn’t bring himself to say it. Or to instigate it. There was too much guilt on his behalf.
He wasn’t at all surprised when Alec grabbed him roughly from behind and slammed his back onto the empty table top. The whole piece shook violently beneath him, but he didn’t care. Alec’s hands were on him now, roaming and feeling every inch of him; above his white cotton shirt and beneath it. Alec’s long powerful fingers burned like fire across his chest, leaving half crescent circles from his fingernails and an equally vicious red line down to the top of Logan’s slacks.
He bent over Logan and licked the scratches, drawing out a deep shuddering breath, then unfastened the fly on Logan’s pants and tugged them down to his knees.
Logan’s boxer briefs were removed next, carefully as to avoid upsetting the waist band of his exoskeleton, and then his growing erection was free from their confines. Free to be devoured by Alec’s wet hot mouth. Something Logan had not expected. He was shocked that the transgenic would actually go beyond fisting, and was rendered completely speechless by Alec’s tongue rolling across the head of his cock.
The transgenic pushed Logan’s legs apart and held them tight beneath his fingers to allow better leverage. He set a steady deep throating rhythm.
“Uuhhh…” Logan lifted himself on his elbows to see. The visual alone had him teetering on the edge. Alec’s head was bobbing up and down, his mouth wide and lips thin around the length of Logan’s erection. His eyes were closed and his usual calm face flushed from the exertion. Logan lifted his hips pleadingly, and Alec’s hands made short work of his remaining sanity by massaging his balls. Logan came crying his name.
Alec swallowed a small amount of cum, but backed away and let the rest spill across Logan’s legs. He wiped his right arm across his mouth and sat at the edge of the table. It shuddered beneath his added weight.
Logan pulled himself into a sitting position and locked eyes with Alec’s. “Look, I uh…”
Alec smirked. “I’ll be back next week.”
“That’s not…”
“You don’t want any more of my counselling?”
“Counselling?” Logan raised his eyebrows. “That’s a strange way of putting it.”
Alec’s left hand reached for Logan’s uncovered cock and hovered above it, close enough for Logan to feel the heat, but just far enough to tease. “You don’t like the idea of paying some stranger to suck you off, and I’m too kind to let you sit and wallow in your sexual frustration. It’s not good for the business.”
“What do you get out of it?” Logan refused to believe it was all selfless. There had to be something Alec wanted in return.
“I don’t think you really care.” Alec traced the head of Logan’s penis with his index finger and grinned when Logan moaned in response. “But if you really don’t want it…”
“I…” He still couldn’t declare it. What would Max say if she knew? Alec rubbed his thumb along the underside of his cock and succeeded in melting it all away. “Yessss I want it.”
“Great!” Alec withdrew his hand and slapped Logan playfully on the shoulder. “I’ll be back next week.”
He leapt off the table making it lurch once more, and gathered up his jacket. “Hey, Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“You might want to fix your table.” And just as he said it, the legs finally gave out and brought Logan crashing to the floor. Alec disappeared into the hallway, but his laughter floated back to Logan who lay spent in the ruin of his dining room.
Back out on the street Alec slinked through a darkened alley, his eyes scanning for signs of life. He saw nothing but a rat digging in a garbage can. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his full erection. He stroked it with his right hand and leaned his left arm against one of the brick walls. He closed his eyes, let out a long tortured moan, and imagined that Logan was the one pleasuring him.