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That Green '68 Ford Mustang	By : cathayshu Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1242 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-That Green '68 Ford Mustang
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By now Kurt had forgotten precisely why he was looking for Logan. The man was definitely not within the X-Mansion itself. Kurt had bamfed around twice over inside. He moved the search outdoors; he bamfed onto the roof to survey the grounds; Logan was not in sight.

There was one last place Logan could possibly be and Kurt bamfed to the entrance of the garage.

“Logan?” Kurt called out.

“Yeah, what?”

Kurt walked down the row of parked vehicles until he saw Logan's legs. Logan was puttering around with the undercarriage of his green 1968 Shelby Mustang. The windows were still open. Oh, ha, Kurt thought. By now all traces of teleportation stink was definitely gone.

“I have forgotten, actually. But you don't mind company, do you?”

“No, you're okay. Don't know why you'd want to stick around, though.”

Logan had a point; he was preoccupied with whatever it was that needed tinkering.

“Well, you are physically completely unable to leave the conversation. I'm going to tell you all about drama class!”

Logan made a grunt from underneath the car. Kurt's tail swished with triumph. It wasn't too much a disapproving sort of grunt, so he had leeway to continue.

He told Logan about his favorite students; the ones who actually took the time to memorize their lines and not only that, emote instead of mumbling. He told him about how he couldn't help but like the cheekier ones who forgot but ad-libbed anyway, he told of the shyest ones overcoming stage fright, he gave account of how far preparations for props and sets were going.

“Come on, Elf,” Logan finally used words.

Kurt tilted his head in question.

“What?”

“Come on. You have to have some kid you can't stand. Do some bitching. Who am I gonna tell?”

“Logan, that's the most uncharitable-”

“Every class has one. Some lousy little snot-”

Clinking punctuated Logan's words.

“But I don't have that at all!”

“Hmph.”

“Truly. It's just too early in their performing endeavors for prima donna behavior to develop. I am very grateful for it. I only need to remind them to hit their marks, take their cues, and to project to the third balcony every single class. They are always forgetting. I wonder why?”

“Feh.”

“No matter that they are trials to you, they certainly cooperate for me. I am very fortunate,” Kurt chuckled.

“Hn.”

“It's obviously because my subject is fun.”

“Meh.”

“Well, fine, I admit that close quarters combat is also very fun and that those who do not understand that are clearly missing something from their lives.”

“Yep.”

Kurt had been looking at Logan's left shoe for the duration of the conversation since Logan's upper half was hidden from view. It felt strange otherwise to not have something to focus on while talking. He stared at Logan's prone position for a few more minutes, until a whim came to him. He crouched and edged closer until he was between Logan's knees.

“Elf?”

“I just had a thought, Logan,” Kurt's tone was still casual. “On other fun things.”

Kurt reached out and put his hand on Logan's crotch. He stifled a laugh when he heard Logan's intake of breath.

“Though, this counts as interrupting you, doesn't it? I know how you don't like that very much,” Kurt softly kneaded with his fingers.

“Usually,” Logan finally said.

“Usually,” Kurt repeated, grinning as he undid Logan's fly.

He gripped both of the waistbands and pulled them down to Logan's knees, immobilizing him. Logan's cock was nearly full standing already and it twitched when Kurt's hand closed around it. Logan's balls were drawn up with arousal against his body and Kurt leaned down and gave a broad, soft tongued lick that made him shiver, silent.

He settled in, letting his lips and tongue wander over skin. Long swipes up the shaft and circling the cockhead, slicking it up. Logan's stirring now, he can hear his breathing clearly. He draws his nails along Logan's thighs, watching those muscles tense and flex. Kurt sits up and uses both of his hands on him, quick strong passes with his fingers and Logan's hips jump and he hears a muffled curse. He leans in and concentrates his licking and suckling kisses all over the cockhead as his hands move, listening. Logan's making rasping gasps now and it makes Kurt's tail curl with anticipation.

When it happens Kurt manages to catch it all in his mouth, hurriedly swallowing it down. Logan doesn't move for a few seconds. Kurt backs up to give him room and Logan scoots out from underneath the car and holds him tight, kissing him, because he couldn't stand not being able to see or touch Kurt.

“Hey, there,” Logan reaches down to touch Kurt through his pants, making him squirm.

Logan starts kicking off his shoes.

“Don't just stand there,” he opens the passenger side door to the Mustang and goes for the glovebox. “Get naked.”

“But-” Kurt's looking nervously at the door to the garage, tail looping question marks.

It's different standing up; he's no longer hidden from view by the row of parked cars in the garage.

Logan doesn't say anything; it's clear that he doesn't give a damn. He's got lube from inside the glovebox and he's dropped all of his clothing in the front seat. Kurt watches him for only a few seconds more before the heat under his skin makes him move, makes him start stripping down to join Logan. Logan folds the seat forward and makes his way onto the backseats, laying back and popping the cap off the lube.

It takes some doing for Kurt to even get into the cramped space; he bumps his head twice and their legs are all in confusion. He bursts into snickering at their predicament which just gets louder when Logan makes a pointedly displeased grunt.

“Where am I going to put my elbow- Oh! Sorry-”

The laughing leaves him much less coordinated than usual and Logan has to make do with simply pinning Kurt up against the back of the seats with one arm; that way he can't fall, slide, slip, or elbow him again.

“You done yet?” Logan won't admit it, but he's just a little amused by Kurt's flailing.

“I think so,” Kurt shuts the passenger door with his tail. “I've never done this before.”

After Logan is sure that Kurt has quit ruining the mood with his snickering and can keep himself from falling on top of him, he slicks his hand up and takes hold of Kurt's dick. He makes Kurt sigh and arch and when he lifts his head just a little and licks at one of Kurt's nipples, Kurt starts to quake.

Kurt doesn't have the wherewithal to figure out how Logan got it all ready; it's a burst of pleasure when the grip of Logan's hand gets replaced with the first squeeze of Logan's ass when Logan lines him up to guide the way. He pushes and feels the warm exhale of Logan's breath on him. Kurt rocks experimentally and has to stifle another laugh because of the squeaking from the shock absorbers.

Logan's making impatient rumbling noises underneath him and he moves in earnest when Logan starts nipping and biting. It's confining and awkward and Kurt doesn't care one bit. He hits that rhythm and Logan sounds out, loving it. The fever comes over him, where Kurt's lips and tongue and hands and dick were stoking him high, making him climb a ladder of fire.

When they finish, Kurt flops on top of Logan, laughing again. He's got a cramp in one leg and his head still hurts from two or three more bumps he got in the middle of sex.

“Next time, I'm warning you, you're going to get gagged if you keep on laughing,” Logan finally muttered.

“What do you mean, next time?”

“I'm not fixing this car up for the dust in the garage, Elf. You, me, road trip. Route 66, how about it?”

“Yes! You know it's always yes- Road trip!” Kurt's tail is thwacking against the interior from excitement.

Logan wants to say something about Kurt potentially ruining the upholstery, but doesn't bother because Kurt's all lit up and smiling.
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