Fic - Lost, Chapter 5
Title - Lost
Chapter - 5 - Interruptions
Rating - PG
Pairing - Logan/Scott Summers
Disclaimer - Just for fun. Don't belong to me unfortunately, if it did canon would be much much different. Characters are all the property of Marvel and their affiliates.
Summary - A week after the Battle of Alcatraz Jean and the Professor return, but Cyclops remains missing. Logan goes looking for the leader of the X-men.
A/N - First go at writing something for this universe - so hopefully it'll turn out okay. I don't think there can ever be enough Scott/Logan fics out there.
A/N 2 - Sorry for the lateness of the update - I couldn't decide which way to go down - smut or not smut. I chose smut in the end. First time writing something smutty - I know it's not brilliant but practice makes perfect :). And then my internet decided not to work - fixed for now (*crosses fingers*)
Chapter 5
Interruptions
Any constraint that Logan had had, went out the window as he felt Cyke’s plump lips against his own. With a growl he switched their places, slamming the man up against the wall and pushing his tongue into the other man’s mouth when he gasped at the movement.
Scott’s arms came up around his neck, dragging his head closer, and his legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, as Logan’s hands slipped around to his ass and lifted the other man higher. Their tongues battled in dominance and Logan felt his arousal spike as the other man whimpered.
Logan growled again as Scott pushed his hips into him and he could feel that Cyke was enjoying this just as much as he was. Sucking and nipping his bottom lip, Logan dropped one of his hands, pushing it up and under Scott’s shirt, fingers finding and twisting one of his nipples.
Scott groaned and arched into him, and Logan couldn’t keep the feral grin off his face.
“Logan …” Scott whimpered. The sound went straight to Logan’s groin and he growled as he heard his phone going off. Damn it, he thought, head resting against Scott’s shoulder.
“Ignore it,” Scott whispered.
“Can’t” Logan replied, untangling himself and grabbing the phone out of his jacket. Taking a deep breath, to calm himself, he opened the comm device, already knowing who would be on the other end.
“Logan,” the Professor’s deep baritone sounded over the line, helping to calm him even further. “How goes the search?”
Snorting, he turned and faced the disheveled man now leaning against the wall. “You can’t just read my mind and find out?”
“Contrary to popular belief, Logan, I do not just invade people’s minds whenever I want to,” the professor replied, amusement evident in his tone. Logan’s eyes met Scott’s and he felt his pulse quicken at the lust-blown pupils.
“I found him,” Logan said. He heard the quick indrawn breath on the other end and could just imagine the look on the old man’s face. After so many dead ends, the whole team had started to lose hope that they would actually find Summers.
“Logan,” the professor breathed, shock and hope laced through that one word. “He’s with you right now?”
“You want to speak to him?” Logan asked, not able to stop the smile as he heard the professor let out a relieved laugh.
“No, no I think that can wait until you get back here. Has he agreed to come back with you?” he asked. Logan looked over at the kid who was still leaning there watching him, eyes slowly traveling up his body, looking as if he wanted to devour Logan.
“Haven’t asked him yet, but I don’t think it’s going to be a problem,” Logan replied, as Scott’s appraisal of him ended with the kid looking directly into his eyes. Of course there may be problems when they got back to mansion.
“I’ll send Storm and Jean,” the professor said. Logan tried not to growl as the professor mentioned Scott’s girlfriend, or was it ex-girlfriend now?
“Logan?” the professor asked, worriedly, obviously having picked up something over the line.
Logan turned away from the kid and fought down the feelings of jealousy that were running through him. How could the kid have made him feel like this in only a few hours? Especially, since they had known each other a lot longer than that and he had never felt it before.
“Sounds good,” he replied, a little gruffly. The professor seemed to let it go, telling him the others would be there in a couple of hours, before saying goodbye and hanging up. Logan scrubbed a hand over his face, jolting as arms wound around his waist.
“You okay?” Scott asked, concerned. Logan sighed before stepping out of the embrace and away from him. Scott raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem too hurt by Logan’s refusal.
“I’m fine. I need to ask you before the others get here; do you want to go back to the mansion? Find out who you are?” He studied Scott’s blue eyes and saw hope and fear warring in them. The kid ducked his head, running a hand through his brown hair, before nodding.
“I don’t think I could live my life not knowing what memories I’m missing. Not knowing who I was and the people I cared about. I don’t remember anything from before, just waking up in the hospital and having this fear of opening my eyes,” he said, quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Logan nodded. Having gone through something similar to what Scott had, he knew what it was like not knowing your past and the fear of what you might find when you found out. Unfortunately, for him, he still had missing memories.
“I, ah,” Logan started, feeling unsure and hating it. “I should probably tell you a little more before the others get here.”
Scott nodded, eyes still glued to his face.
“Ah, well you had a girlfriend,” he said, noticing Scott looking surprised. “You two had been together for a long time, I think. I wasn’t lying when I said you hated my guts.”
Scott shook his head, looking at Logan with a small smile. “I doubt that I hated you, Logan.”
Logan almost groaned, hearing the way Scott said his name, the lust still evident and his voice huskier when he said it.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here, kid,” Logan snapped. He wasn’t used to thinking of other people. Before the X-men, it had been about getting what he wanted and damn the consequences. Now though … well, the consequences meant a lot. He had a feeling neither the Wolverine, nor he himself, would be able to give Scott up if they had a taste of him.
He had never felt that before and it was scaring the life out of him.
“What if I don’t want you to do the right thing, Logan?” Scott asked, moving closer, his hip and shoulder toughing Logan’s own, warmth emanating from him.
“I told you, kid,” Logan tried again. “You’ve got a girlfriend. You hated my guts. Ringing any bells?”
“Do you want me, Logan” Scott whispered huskily, his breath coasting over Logan’s ear, causing a shiver to run up Logan’s spine. Where had the kid learnt to be like this? Logan thought, before feeling the possessiveness at the bar rising again. “Because, right here, right now, I want you.”
Logan turned and stared into the lust-filled blue eyes, before making his decision. There was only so much he could take, after all, and the girls wouldn’t be here for at least a few hours. Turning quickly, he pulled Scott’s head towards him, devouring his mouth and pushing his tongue through Scott’s parted lips. Scott groaned and pushed Logan down on the bed, crawling over the top of him.
Logan’s hands caressed the other man’s back, going lower until he cupped Scott’s ass, squeezing it and pulling him harder against him, groaning as he felt Scott’s erection pushing against his own. Scott’s hands caressed his chest, before he pulled back, hands going to his buttons, quickly undoing them.
He helped him remove his flannel shirt and undershirt, stopping to help divest Scott of his black singlet, before capturing his mouth in another possessive kiss, hands caressing over his bare back, trailing down until it snuck under the back of Scott’s tight jeans, hands tracing lightly over the skin there.
“You sure about this, kid?” he asked, as his other hand trailed around to unbutton the jeans.
“Stop talking,” Scott growled, his hand also undoing Logan’s jeans. Logan trailed kisses down Scott’s jaw until he reached the join where shoulder met neck. Not able to help himself, he bit down, hearing Scott groan as he sucked on the skin, a smirk crossing his face as he pulled back and saw the purple mark he’d left.
He growled as Scott’s hand enclosed his cock, unable to stop it turning into a groan, as Scott’s hand started to pump up and down. Scott trailing kisses down Logan’s throat and chest at the same time.
He felt a shock run through him as Cyke sucked on one of his nipples, his fingers threading through Scott’s hair, as Scott continued his journey to the other one, tongue circling the nipple before tracing a line down his chest to his stomach. Scott’s tongue flicked out, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, before he nipped along the same line.
“Stop playing, kid,” Logan growled, fingers running through Cyke’s hair. Scott looked up at him, a devilish grin crossing his face, before he chuckled.
“Patience, Logan,” he said, pulling Logan’s pants down. Logan lifted up and helped him pull his jeans down, watching as Scott got rid of his own. He returned to kissing and licking Logan’s stomach, slowly tracing a line down his stomach, until he reached his groin. Logan hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but looking into Scott’s blue eyes, as his tongue slid over the head of his cock, he felt ready to burst.
Scott’s hand encircled the base of Logan’s cock again, his lips parting, drawing Logan into the heat of his mouth. Logan groaned again, his fingers tightening on Scott’s hair, as Scott sucked on the aching wet head.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered, as Scott took more of him in, Logan having to fight the urge to thrust, groaning and growling as Scott continued, taking almost all of him in. His breath started to come in pants, as Scott’s mouth moved on him, sliding up and down on the shaft of his cock, slick and hot and velvety, and Logan knew he wasn’t going to last long.
In his peripheral vision he could see Scott’s other hand drift down to his own cock, hand moving hard and fast, matching the movements of his head on Logan’s cock. Any thoughts he had of stopping Scott, so that he could take care of it, leave his head, as Scott moans around him, drawing his climax from him, pleasure pouring over him, as Scott swallows around him.
He opens his eyes slowly, not realizing he had closed them, to see Scott’s face a picture of ecstasy as he comes, before groaning and falling on Logan.
“Fuck,” he whispered into Logan’s chest. “Do you have any idea how sexy you sound?”
Logan chuckled, hands coming around, to run up and down the sweaty back of the man on top of him. Breathing in, he can smell the scent of sex, of their combined smell in the room, and knows that this act probably wasn’t going to lessen the feelings of possessiveness he was developing for the kid.
“Come on,” he mumbled into the messy brown hair. “We should take a shower. The others will be here soon.”
Scott raised his head, giving him a grin and raising his eyebrow. “You have that quick a recovery time?”
Logan shook his head, unable to stop a smirk crossing his face. He actually did have a fast recovery time, but not that fast and that wasn’t what he had been implying
“You go first, bub.”
Scott continued to grin at him as he rolled off him and the bed, standing up he winked at Logan before walking, giving Logan full view of his ass, into the bathroom. Throwing an arm over his eyes, Logan shook his head.
No, this wasn’t going to help at all.
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A/N - So not completely happy with it - but couldn't re-write it again (already done it a few times!). Anywho, hoped you enjoyed it.
Chapter - 5 - Interruptions
Rating - PG
Pairing - Logan/Scott Summers
Disclaimer - Just for fun. Don't belong to me unfortunately, if it did canon would be much much different. Characters are all the property of Marvel and their affiliates.
Summary - A week after the Battle of Alcatraz Jean and the Professor return, but Cyclops remains missing. Logan goes looking for the leader of the X-men.
A/N - First go at writing something for this universe - so hopefully it'll turn out okay. I don't think there can ever be enough Scott/Logan fics out there.
A/N 2 - Sorry for the lateness of the update - I couldn't decide which way to go down - smut or not smut. I chose smut in the end. First time writing something smutty - I know it's not brilliant but practice makes perfect :). And then my internet decided not to work - fixed for now (*crosses fingers*)
Chapter 5
Interruptions
Any constraint that Logan had had, went out the window as he felt Cyke’s plump lips against his own. With a growl he switched their places, slamming the man up against the wall and pushing his tongue into the other man’s mouth when he gasped at the movement.
Scott’s arms came up around his neck, dragging his head closer, and his legs wrapped around Logan’s waist, as Logan’s hands slipped around to his ass and lifted the other man higher. Their tongues battled in dominance and Logan felt his arousal spike as the other man whimpered.
Logan growled again as Scott pushed his hips into him and he could feel that Cyke was enjoying this just as much as he was. Sucking and nipping his bottom lip, Logan dropped one of his hands, pushing it up and under Scott’s shirt, fingers finding and twisting one of his nipples.
Scott groaned and arched into him, and Logan couldn’t keep the feral grin off his face.
“Logan …” Scott whimpered. The sound went straight to Logan’s groin and he growled as he heard his phone going off. Damn it, he thought, head resting against Scott’s shoulder.
“Ignore it,” Scott whispered.
“Can’t” Logan replied, untangling himself and grabbing the phone out of his jacket. Taking a deep breath, to calm himself, he opened the comm device, already knowing who would be on the other end.
“Logan,” the Professor’s deep baritone sounded over the line, helping to calm him even further. “How goes the search?”
Snorting, he turned and faced the disheveled man now leaning against the wall. “You can’t just read my mind and find out?”
“Contrary to popular belief, Logan, I do not just invade people’s minds whenever I want to,” the professor replied, amusement evident in his tone. Logan’s eyes met Scott’s and he felt his pulse quicken at the lust-blown pupils.
“I found him,” Logan said. He heard the quick indrawn breath on the other end and could just imagine the look on the old man’s face. After so many dead ends, the whole team had started to lose hope that they would actually find Summers.
“Logan,” the professor breathed, shock and hope laced through that one word. “He’s with you right now?”
“You want to speak to him?” Logan asked, not able to stop the smile as he heard the professor let out a relieved laugh.
“No, no I think that can wait until you get back here. Has he agreed to come back with you?” he asked. Logan looked over at the kid who was still leaning there watching him, eyes slowly traveling up his body, looking as if he wanted to devour Logan.
“Haven’t asked him yet, but I don’t think it’s going to be a problem,” Logan replied, as Scott’s appraisal of him ended with the kid looking directly into his eyes. Of course there may be problems when they got back to mansion.
“I’ll send Storm and Jean,” the professor said. Logan tried not to growl as the professor mentioned Scott’s girlfriend, or was it ex-girlfriend now?
“Logan?” the professor asked, worriedly, obviously having picked up something over the line.
Logan turned away from the kid and fought down the feelings of jealousy that were running through him. How could the kid have made him feel like this in only a few hours? Especially, since they had known each other a lot longer than that and he had never felt it before.
“Sounds good,” he replied, a little gruffly. The professor seemed to let it go, telling him the others would be there in a couple of hours, before saying goodbye and hanging up. Logan scrubbed a hand over his face, jolting as arms wound around his waist.
“You okay?” Scott asked, concerned. Logan sighed before stepping out of the embrace and away from him. Scott raised an eyebrow, but didn’t seem too hurt by Logan’s refusal.
“I’m fine. I need to ask you before the others get here; do you want to go back to the mansion? Find out who you are?” He studied Scott’s blue eyes and saw hope and fear warring in them. The kid ducked his head, running a hand through his brown hair, before nodding.
“I don’t think I could live my life not knowing what memories I’m missing. Not knowing who I was and the people I cared about. I don’t remember anything from before, just waking up in the hospital and having this fear of opening my eyes,” he said, quietly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Logan nodded. Having gone through something similar to what Scott had, he knew what it was like not knowing your past and the fear of what you might find when you found out. Unfortunately, for him, he still had missing memories.
“I, ah,” Logan started, feeling unsure and hating it. “I should probably tell you a little more before the others get here.”
Scott nodded, eyes still glued to his face.
“Ah, well you had a girlfriend,” he said, noticing Scott looking surprised. “You two had been together for a long time, I think. I wasn’t lying when I said you hated my guts.”
Scott shook his head, looking at Logan with a small smile. “I doubt that I hated you, Logan.”
Logan almost groaned, hearing the way Scott said his name, the lust still evident and his voice huskier when he said it.
“I’m trying to do the right thing here, kid,” Logan snapped. He wasn’t used to thinking of other people. Before the X-men, it had been about getting what he wanted and damn the consequences. Now though … well, the consequences meant a lot. He had a feeling neither the Wolverine, nor he himself, would be able to give Scott up if they had a taste of him.
He had never felt that before and it was scaring the life out of him.
“What if I don’t want you to do the right thing, Logan?” Scott asked, moving closer, his hip and shoulder toughing Logan’s own, warmth emanating from him.
“I told you, kid,” Logan tried again. “You’ve got a girlfriend. You hated my guts. Ringing any bells?”
“Do you want me, Logan” Scott whispered huskily, his breath coasting over Logan’s ear, causing a shiver to run up Logan’s spine. Where had the kid learnt to be like this? Logan thought, before feeling the possessiveness at the bar rising again. “Because, right here, right now, I want you.”
Logan turned and stared into the lust-filled blue eyes, before making his decision. There was only so much he could take, after all, and the girls wouldn’t be here for at least a few hours. Turning quickly, he pulled Scott’s head towards him, devouring his mouth and pushing his tongue through Scott’s parted lips. Scott groaned and pushed Logan down on the bed, crawling over the top of him.
Logan’s hands caressed the other man’s back, going lower until he cupped Scott’s ass, squeezing it and pulling him harder against him, groaning as he felt Scott’s erection pushing against his own. Scott’s hands caressed his chest, before he pulled back, hands going to his buttons, quickly undoing them.
He helped him remove his flannel shirt and undershirt, stopping to help divest Scott of his black singlet, before capturing his mouth in another possessive kiss, hands caressing over his bare back, trailing down until it snuck under the back of Scott’s tight jeans, hands tracing lightly over the skin there.
“You sure about this, kid?” he asked, as his other hand trailed around to unbutton the jeans.
“Stop talking,” Scott growled, his hand also undoing Logan’s jeans. Logan trailed kisses down Scott’s jaw until he reached the join where shoulder met neck. Not able to help himself, he bit down, hearing Scott groan as he sucked on the skin, a smirk crossing his face as he pulled back and saw the purple mark he’d left.
He growled as Scott’s hand enclosed his cock, unable to stop it turning into a groan, as Scott’s hand started to pump up and down. Scott trailing kisses down Logan’s throat and chest at the same time.
He felt a shock run through him as Cyke sucked on one of his nipples, his fingers threading through Scott’s hair, as Scott continued his journey to the other one, tongue circling the nipple before tracing a line down his chest to his stomach. Scott’s tongue flicked out, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, before he nipped along the same line.
“Stop playing, kid,” Logan growled, fingers running through Cyke’s hair. Scott looked up at him, a devilish grin crossing his face, before he chuckled.
“Patience, Logan,” he said, pulling Logan’s pants down. Logan lifted up and helped him pull his jeans down, watching as Scott got rid of his own. He returned to kissing and licking Logan’s stomach, slowly tracing a line down his stomach, until he reached his groin. Logan hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but looking into Scott’s blue eyes, as his tongue slid over the head of his cock, he felt ready to burst.
Scott’s hand encircled the base of Logan’s cock again, his lips parting, drawing Logan into the heat of his mouth. Logan groaned again, his fingers tightening on Scott’s hair, as Scott sucked on the aching wet head.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered, as Scott took more of him in, Logan having to fight the urge to thrust, groaning and growling as Scott continued, taking almost all of him in. His breath started to come in pants, as Scott’s mouth moved on him, sliding up and down on the shaft of his cock, slick and hot and velvety, and Logan knew he wasn’t going to last long.
In his peripheral vision he could see Scott’s other hand drift down to his own cock, hand moving hard and fast, matching the movements of his head on Logan’s cock. Any thoughts he had of stopping Scott, so that he could take care of it, leave his head, as Scott moans around him, drawing his climax from him, pleasure pouring over him, as Scott swallows around him.
He opens his eyes slowly, not realizing he had closed them, to see Scott’s face a picture of ecstasy as he comes, before groaning and falling on Logan.
“Fuck,” he whispered into Logan’s chest. “Do you have any idea how sexy you sound?”
Logan chuckled, hands coming around, to run up and down the sweaty back of the man on top of him. Breathing in, he can smell the scent of sex, of their combined smell in the room, and knows that this act probably wasn’t going to lessen the feelings of possessiveness he was developing for the kid.
“Come on,” he mumbled into the messy brown hair. “We should take a shower. The others will be here soon.”
Scott raised his head, giving him a grin and raising his eyebrow. “You have that quick a recovery time?”
Logan shook his head, unable to stop a smirk crossing his face. He actually did have a fast recovery time, but not that fast and that wasn’t what he had been implying
“You go first, bub.”
Scott continued to grin at him as he rolled off him and the bed, standing up he winked at Logan before walking, giving Logan full view of his ass, into the bathroom. Throwing an arm over his eyes, Logan shook his head.
No, this wasn’t going to help at all.
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A/N - So not completely happy with it - but couldn't re-write it again (already done it a few times!). Anywho, hoped you enjoyed it.