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Pants
By : KittyNin
Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Logan/Scott
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“Lo-gaaaaaaaaaaan!”

Wolverine twitched. He’d discovered that Scott Summers could be a whiny little bitch when he put his mind to it. And the kid was an insatiable horn dog. Which was why Logan had fled—yes, fled—to the woods behind the Xavier mansion to read his magazine. Healing factor notwithstanding, sometimes Logan just had to refuse his young lover sex. It was a mystery how Scott managed to still perform all his duties when it seemed to Logan that the kid was constantly dragging him to bed or jumping him in the locker rooms or molesting him under the breakfast table. Hell, he couldn’t even figure out how the kid didn’t chafe.

“Lo-gan! Fuck me!”

Somehow, the kid had found him. Probably used his cock as a dowsing rod.

“M’busy.”

“You’re reading playboy. That’s not busy,” Scott whined and planted himself on Logan lap.

“Yer worse than Jubilee when she wants to go to the mall,” Logan chided, ignoring Scott and the way he was rubbing like a cat in heat.

“I am not.”

Great. Now he was sulking and grinding in Logan’s lap. Bad combination. It was probably best to just continue to ignore him, let him get over his fit on his own.

Logan turned a page.

Scott scowled prettily, snatched the magazine from the feral’s hands, and tossed it to the side. He stripped off his t-shirt and starting unbuttoning Logan’s plaid.

Logan just rolled his eyes and leaned to the side to retrieve his girly rag, realizing his mistake too late. It was easy to forget that Scott was stronger than he looked, and a sneaky, sneaky little bastard to boot.

Scott grabbed his shoulders and shoved him down, Logan landing on his elbows with a soft ‘Oof’.

Logan turned his head to look at his boy, eyebrow raised, “I told you, not right now Scott.” His shirt had disappeared in the scuffle. Scott was kneeled behind him, grinding against his ass, pants inside-out a few feet away. Logan didn’t know how that was possible, but it was the kind of porn-physics Scott seemed to make use of all the time. All the time. “Jesus, don’t that hurt?” he asked as Scott continued to frot against the denim of his jeans.

Scott just ignored him and raked fingernails from his nape to the small of his back, hooking fingers into the waist of his pants, tugging at his belt. “Off.”

“No.”

“Fine.”

And Scott pulled them away from his skin, reached up, flicked his visor open, and blasted open the ass of his pants.

“Hey! What the fuck! You singed me! Bastard!”

“Shut up, it’s healed already,” Scott retorted, and yanked Logan’s ruined pants and belt down around his knees.

Logan was completely dumbfounded. “I can’t believe you just did that!” Note to self: Not only is Scott a sneaky, horny bastard, but a sneaky, horny bastard with fucking laser eyes.
Scot just shrugged, unconcerned, and used his knees to bump Logan’s legs wider.

Logan turned his head again to pin him with a glare, and knew he was fighting a losing battle. Scott was beautiful, his golden skin shining with sweat and dappled with the light filtering through the trees, hair a mess, a drop of precum caught in the reddish-brown hairs that crept up from his groin to his belly button. The smirk on his face looked like something he’d stolen from Wolverine’s arsenal as he ground the smooth curve of his cock against Logan’s ass, leaving a wet streak.

“Slim…”
But Logan’s threatening tone was useless and unconvincing as it trailed off into a groan when Scott leaned down and ran his tongue up his lover’s crease. Boy knew how to unravel his resolve every damn time and used that knowledge mercilessly. He felt Scott smirk against his skin and growled, but merely let his head drop to hang between his shoulders, panting as Scott rimmed him, soft hot mouth driving him crazy as arousal ripped him open in a white-hot razorblade line from cock to collarbone. Scott bit the base of Logan’s spine, flinging an arm out to snag his pants leg, digging for the tube in the pocket as he bit his way up his lover’s back, tongued a slick line from Logan’s nape to his earlobe, chest plastered to him as he grabbed Logan by the hair and twisted his head to the side for a rough kiss. Logan was pushing against him now, as Scott worked a slick finger into him. Logan gasped, snagged his lip with an incisor and Scott licked the blood away with a snarl, getting desperate and rough as he shoved in another finger, because Logan was like a virgin every damn time and the tight tight heat on his fingers was making him crazy.
“Ready for me?”
“Yes!”
“Yes what?”
“Just do it already!”
“Do what?”
“Fuck me you bastard!”
Scott leaned back and sat on his heels, slicked his cock, pulled Logan up and back, grabbed his hips and pulled him down, enjoying the broken sound Logan made when he was taken. It was so satisfying watching the Wolverine come undone like this, head tossed back on Scott’s shoulder. Scott turned and bit at the exposed throat, sucking red marks that faded after a few seconds across Logan’s neck and shoulder as he carded one hand through the thick hair on one pectoral to pinch a nipple and scraped shorts nails up the inside of a strong, trembling thigh with the other.
“Move,” he hissed.
Logan growled, “You’re fucking lazy,” but moved, hips rising and falling, ass grinding against Scott with every down stroke. Scott moaned lowly, hands splaying across Logan’s hipbones to feel the shift of hard, toned muscle as he was ridden, letting Logan go at a slow paced designed to drive him crazy. Logan loved it, loved everything about riding Scott like this, slow and hard and tortuous, Scott’s dick marking a burning path of fire inside him, the stretch on the inside of his thighs as Scott’s knees pushed his legs wide, making him feel exposed. He loved Scott’s scent and his hot, humid breath panting against his neck. He loved having these few minutes of control until Scott took over the action and broke his brain, turned him into a loud, needy, writhing mass that he couldn’t recognize.
Scott tangled his fingers in the thick dark hair at the back of his head, and Logan had time to think, ‘Fucking cowboyer’ before the elbow dug in between his shoulder blades, arching his back forward and head back, raising him up to his knees, Scott coming with him and uttering a low cry as Logan’s ass clenched around him. Logan was kneeling, back curved in a graceful arc like a parenthesis, muscles forced taut and immobile by the strong arm pressed into his spine.
Most of all, Logan loved letting Scott make him lose his mind. He was good at it, because Scott was nothing if not precise, and every one of his long thrusts into Logan’s body he aimed to hit that spot that made Logan make sharp, frantic little noises through his teeth. Scott groaned, low and drawn out as Logan reached back and grabbed Scott’s ass, drawing him in deeper and harder.
“Jesus,” he growled, licking a bead of sweat from Logan’s neck and biting the shell of his ear, “You’re so fucking good. So tight.” Scott’s free hand found Logan’s erection and it only took a few strokes until the man was begging scottscottjustalittlemoreohpleasescott and howling his release to the sky, Scott following him over the edge with a shout.
Logan collapsed onto his stomach and Scott spread himself over his back, absently kneading fingers into the knotted muscles of Logan’s shoulders, kissed the nubs of his spine.
“I love you.”
“Yeah.”
“Logan, I love you.”
“Me too.”
Scott pressed his smile into Logan’s back with a happy sigh.
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Pants	By : KittyNin Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Logan/Scott Views: 4951 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men. No money is being made.

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