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Safe Harbor	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Safe Harbor (NC-17)
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Everything in this fic belongs to someone else except the plot and I get
no profit from this story whatsoever.
Further, this is SLASH. That
means males have sexual intercourse.
And liking it, in this case. If
that�s not your cuppa, go away please thank you.

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta�mmmm. Slash.
;) This fic is for Yma, who
asked nicely. ;)

His lover
stretched sleepily and shifted beside him, not quite awake but not really
asleep, either. He did smile finally as his partner opened one eye, then the
other, looking slightly confused then pleased.
�Mornin�.�
�Hello. What time is it?�

�Not even six yet. We�ve got plenty of
time�� He leaned over and pressed a
kiss to the other man�s forehead before cupping his chin and kissing him full
on the lips. �If you want to, that is.�
�That would be nice,� he murmured,
closing his eyes again and shifting carefully to lay on his side, his back to
his new bed partner.
�You okay?� He pressed close against his friend, running his
hand down bare skin, warm with sleep, and across hair-roughed limbs. �You seem quiet.�
�I just woke up,� he replied,
amused. �We were up for far too long
last night talking.�
�Talking�right.� Thick fingers found growing arousal and
closed around it, encouraging in their pressure and ministrations. He smiled faintly as he felt his new lover
grow tense, then relax as he began stroking him slowly.
�Well, it started out as talking,�
he chuckled. He could feel rather than
hear the answering laugh before he felt a strong arm around his waist, pulling
him closer. He vented a small moan as
arousal prodded gently as sensitized flesh, still tender from the activities of
just a few hours before.
�Do you want me to stop?�
�No, not really.� He relaxed fractionally and tilted his head
forward to accept the kisses down the back of his neck and across his shoulder,
the hand on his length stroking with more confidence. It really had began as talking.
For weeks they had been talking, mourning together the loss of identity
and memory, the loss of a future that
would never be. The night before,
though, somehow, it escalated. It had
seemed so right and so good and so obvious that neither questioned it when they
wound up in the bedroom, undressing as hastily as possible, touching and
murmuring and finding new ways to enjoy themselves and each other. �Why�d you stop?�
�You�re upset about something.�
�No, you�re mistaken. I was just thinking about our conversation
last night��
�Don�t,� he whispered in his
ear. �You think too much sometimes.�
�It�s my job.�
�Take a break!� Almost roughly, he pulled him onto his back
and knelt over him. �You can�t solve
everyone�s problems all the time!�
�I��
�No,� he said sharply. �No talking!�
He picked up the other�s hand and pushed his own arousal into it. �This is the only thing we�re gonna worry
about��
Eyes narrowed in something near
amusement, he responded, �That�s hardly fair is it?�
�You want fair?� Humor glinted in his eyes. �There�s ways to do that��
Shifting and jostling and an elbow
bump later, they were rearranged in the interests of fairness. It was tentative at first, neither, despite
much speculation on the behalf of several students, having much experience in
the matter. Touching and exploration
was more sure than the night before, each having some idea now what pleased the
other. On their sides, each teasing the
other�s length, they lost all pretense of conversation and sleepiness, falling
to their activities with enthusiasm. It
was nothing like the night before, not at all shy and curious and a little melancholy
as each sought to relieve some sort of depression within themselves and each
other. This time, it was needful and
wanting. The room became filled with
soft groans and whispered entreaties for more, just there, harder, yes, please� Skin slid against skin and flesh became wet with
kisses and suckling pleasure, mouths and fingers making up for other
inadequacies of the body. Pressing and
drawing and hot, wet drawing on hard flesh became frantic, each trying to make
the other be first while seeking release themselves, selfishness born of
pleasure. Groaning grew louder, any
sort of speech subsumed by more primal sounds and instincts, until finally the
first tensed and seemed to explode in his lover�s mouth, spurts of salty fluid
swald had hastily and thoroughly and wantonly.
Pushed away gently, the second lasted just a little longer, his own
release torn from him in a grunting thrust, flooding his lover�s mouth with
sudden climax, spilling onto the bed beneath them.
It did not take long to dress, to
get ready to face the day. �Still got
about twenty minutes before the first of �em gets up,� Logan murmured, running
his fingers through his hair roughly.
�Then maybe��
�Yeah, probably. Uh, Chuck��
�It�s a safe harbor, Logan.� He smiled kindly, silently amazed at what
had transpired between them. �Human need
is a powerful thing. The need to feel
safe, the need to feel loved��
�Love? I don�t think��
�There are many kinds of love,
Logan. It isn�t all romantic love. We sought safety, understanding�This was
done out of the love of friendship.�
His tone begged an answer even when his words did not.
�Yeah, I guess so. I�ve never�I really haven�t done that
before.�
�Loneliness makes strange
bedfellows, I should think.�
�So��
�Go prepare the Danger Room for the
first session. We will discuss this
later, if that is what you want.�
�Later? Like tonight later?�
�Later like when you feel
comfortable later.�
He nodded curtly and nearly made it
out of the room before he turned and, with his eyes strangely alight, murmured,
�Thank you, Charles.�
�Thank you, Logan. It�s alright to feel confused now, you know.�
�I know, but the problem is�I don�t
think I am.�
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