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Fire
Chapter Eight: Fire
X-Institute, The Same Day
I: Scott
Standing in front of the school in his boxers and undershirt, with his pants around his ankles, one phrase echoed through Scott Summers’ mind.
Motel up on the interstate.
Wait a minute, Scooter. Jean just walked in on you in the act of doing it to Emma Frost.
You actually, physically had your dick in her, and Jean saw you. What right do you have to tell her not to sleep with Logan?
None.
Speak of the devil, Logan came running out of the school, as Napalm liked to say, like his ass was on fire and his head was catching, making a beeline for his motorcycle.
“Hey!” Scott yelled.
Logan stopped in his tracks.
“Where are you going?”
Logan put his hand on the back of his head and puffed on his cigar.
“Awww, shit.” He said.
“Look, before we all just do…whatever, I think we need to talk. You and me and Jean and Emma and Mel. Like…rational adults.”
Logan gave him an incredulous look.
“Did Jeannie catch you in the act, with the White Queen, Scott?”
“Yep.”
“Didja have it in her?”
“Yep.”
“You’re in a shitload of trouble, bub.”
“I know.”
“Jus’ what the fuck were you thinkin’?”
“Logan, trust me. You don’t know what Jean is really like. Compared to Jean, Emma Frost is an Earth Mother. Sure, you’ll go up there to that motel, and you and her, you’ll have a real hot time, and maybe for awhile, everything will be great and grand and groovy. But then she’ll start taking your for granted. Treating you like a child. Poking around in your mind like it’s her panty drawer. Comparing you to me. That’ll cool you off pretty good. She’s not all she’s cracked up to be, believe me. The woman’s a real iceberg.”
Logan levelled a cold look at him, a look of distaste, like a slug had just crawled its slimy way across his face.
“So I guess Emma Frost is a fuckin’ fountain of human kindness. Between her legs, maybe. One side, bub. Comin’ through.”
Scott blocked Logan’s way again, and the cold looked turned angry, like he was about five seconds from snikt!
“Hey! What the fuck happened to you not wanting to build your happiness over my misery?” Scott demanded.
“If you’re fuckin’ Emma Frost, you ain’t miserable.”
“Goddamnit, Logan, if you take one more step, I will blast your hairy ass all the way to Hell!”
SNIKT!
“I’d like to see you fuckin’ try it…Scooter.”
Logan still had his claws out, and he beckoned to Scott with them.
“So, you want to fight? Fine, if we have to fight for Jean, I’ll do it!”
Logan poked a claw against Scott’s chest.
“Now you wanna fight for Jeannie? Now you listen to me, Summers. I tried to do the right thing. I gave you a chance to do the right thing. And you know what you did? Emma Frost. The White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Who has tried to kill all of us, you included, on multiple occasions. I have lived here with you for seven fuckin’ years, seven fuckin’ years, and I seen the way you treat Jeannie, and it ain’t never been good. You put her last. Dead last. People, if you can call ‘em that, who you never met, from another fuckin’ planet, they’ve meant more to you than Jeannie. If she’s a fuckin’ iceberg to you, then you deserve it, bub. And I left here and gave you a chance to make it up to her, to show her what kind of man ya really were, and ya did that, din’cha? Yah sowed her you’re the kind of man who’ll tell her a whole buncha pretty lies and then slink off to go slip it to Little Miss Cooze 1974. Now, there’s a broken-hearted woman up waitin’ for me in that motel up on the interstate, a woman who put her heart and her soul into lovin’ a man who don’t think enough of her that if he’s gonna fuck the fastest floozie who ever put on a mask, ta do it someplace in secret. And I’m gonna go up there, and I’m gonna try and clean up the mess you madea her heart. If you wanna stop me, you’ll hafta kill me, so you take your best fuckin’ shot.”
Logan turned on his heel and walked towards his motorcycle.
Scott didn’t impede him, further.
A broken man, he appropriated a case of beer from Logan’s stash in the basement, and locked himself in his bedroom, and resigned himself to his fate.
And when he was drunk enough, he made a desperate phone call.
“Emma…Emma, I know you’re there. Answer the phone…Emma?”
“Hello, Scott.” she said, sounding annoyed.
He didn’t say anything else, just started to cry.
II: Logan
He drove like a maniac, all the way to that motel on the interstate.
Monday.
Monday was going to be his new favourite day of the week.
Logan had heard Cyke screaming inside his office, and he had seen the White Queen running across the lawn.
He knew that Jean loved Cyke, and that she felt about him pretty much the way he and Napalm felt about each other.
And he knew that these Mondays wouldn’t last long.
Cyke would have a story, Jean would buy it, she’d go back to him for a little while, maybe a long while.
But he didn’t care.
Because Monday came at the beginning of every week, and as long as it did, there would always be a chance of Jeannie.
And if that was all he could get, it was more than he had before, and goddamn it all, he was going to take it.
It was like he flew over the road, and when he was walking towards the door of Room 14, he couldn’t feel the ground underneath his boots.
He tried to door and it was open, and Logan didn’t just open it, he slammed that door open.
Even if he didn’t fill the doorway to the top, he was bracketed by it from shoulder to shoulder.
Jeannie pulled the bedsheets up to her neck; she wasn’t just waiting for him, she was in bed, waiting for him.
Logan slammed the door behind him, locked it, chained it, bolted it.
He put his hat on the dresser and kicked his boots into the corner, took off his undershirt and tossed it wherever, unbuckled belt and unzipped his Levis and stepped out of them, and the hand he wasn’t using to pull back the blankets, he used to tear the phone out of the wall.
“I don’t want nobody to bother us, Jeannie, darlin’.” He told her
Told her as Jean was pulling him into her arms, seeking his lips with hers.
“I don’t either. Jesus, Logan, I’ve wanted this since the first time I ever saw you.”
“Me too, darlin’.”
The blankets were in his way, he growled and tore them off the bed.
“Logan, I need you, I need…more.” She told him.
“You own me, Jeannie. I told you that, before.”
Jean thought it for a second about walking into his office and seeing Melanie Reinhardt spread across the desk with Logan behind her, his hands on her hips, both of them moaning and groaning, oblivious to everything except their own obvious pleasure.
She rolled over onto her belly, got up on all fours and looked over her shoulder at him, almost shyly.
Logan chuckled.
“Is that the way you like it, Jeannie?” he laughed.
“I never did it this way. But I always wanted to try.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’.” He told her.
She felt him move between her legs and opened them a little wider as Logan ran his tongue from the small of her back all the way up to her neck.
Jean shuddered, and moaned.
He kissed her on the back of her neck.
“Mmmm, darlin’, you’re so damn hot. Poor baby. The way poor ol’ Scooter fucks you, you might as well not get any at all. But I’m gonna give you everythin’ you want, Jeannie. Like you never had it before. Now, put your head down a little further. Good girl. Now, arch your back for me, darlin’.”
Jean did what he said and she could feel the hair on his muscular thighs tickling her, and the heavy heat of his cock pressing between them.
She hoped he wasn’t going to tease her, but he wasn’t; he guided his cock into her with a long, slow, deep thrust.
“Ohhh, Jeannie, oh my sweet little darlin’, that feels so goddamn good…”
Jean moaned again; it sure did.
“Oooo, it does, Logan, it really does! Fuck me, oh, Logan, please, fuck me like you mean it!” She heard herself gasp.
Napalm was right, Logan was the best at what he did and it was very, very nice.
He was so goddamn big, so hard, so hot, so…
So much Logan.
He kept rotating his hips around , thrusting into her hard and fast until he found it, that spot Jean was sure that every woman in the world but her had, but Logan found it, with his big, thick cock, oh he found it, yes he did, found it over and over and over again with every sweet, sweet stroke.
Jean was barely aware that she was making a low sound like some kind of wild animal, she was pushing back against him, groaning and keening, her eyes lolling around in her head.
She was peeling herself off the ceiling awash in the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, limp as an empty dress when Logan rolled her onto her back, and got on top of her.
She was surprised she was looking right into his eyes.
Scott and her boyfriend in college were both much taller than she; she’s never been able to look a man in the eyes when he was on top of her, making love to her.
“Logan, oh God, Logan, I never felt anything like that, never in my whole life…”
He kissed her, putting one arm under her to pull her closer as Jean wound her arms and her legs around him.
“That’s good, darlin’. But I wanna see your face, now, while I’m lovin’ you, Red. I wanna remember it when I’m old and grey.”
She put her arms and her legs around him.
“Make love to me, Logan. Fill me up.” She murmured.
“Darlin’, things ain’t never going back the way they were. Never!”
His pleasure fell over her like a cloud, she slipped into his mind and found she was the only thing on it and slipped out again, thinking he couldn’t make her burn again so soon, but she caught both his rhythm and his fire, sorry she clawed his back, but it was too much, too much, too…
…
“Never, Logan! Never, never, never… NEVER!”
The glass in every window, in every mirror, in every room of the motel didn’t so much shatter as vaporise, seemingly into thin air.
People’s glasses, women’s compacts, shaving mirrors, dishes and cups and glasses and mugs, the windshields and headlights of cars in the parking lot, everything, everything that was made of glass, ionized in a silvery spray before it was completely gone, just like it had never been there.
And Logan growled, deep in his throat, thrusting into her faster and she could feel him getting harder and harder until he just broke, like a dam, like the camel’s back, and he came, and came again, crying out.
“Ah, ah, ah…Jeannie, I love you! I love you!”
Then he was quiet, and she was quiet, and the room was quiet.
Jean held onto him, felt his weight on her, heard his ragged breaths in her ears, and she wished she could have said she loved him too.
“I know you do. I need you to love me. You’re my best friend in the whole world. The only person who really understands me. I know that sounds corny, but it’s true. I’ll always need you to love me, Logan. No matter what.” She told him.
She let him go, and he rolled over onto his back, and Jean curled up against his chest.
“Do you, darlin’?”
“Yes. I do. Will you love me, forever, Logan? No matter what? Because even if I die, Logan, you have to understand, I might not be dead. I may still be able to come back. Will you still love me? Will you wait for me?”
“As long as I have to, darlin’. I got all the time in the world.”
Jean knew he was telling her the truth.
“Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Dear Jesus, oh, God help me, I think I love you, too.”
Author’s Note: Did she say that? Yes! She did! (insert Hallelujah Chorus here!) But, to paraphrase Shakespeare, the course of true love never did run smooth. Especially in these X-books. Which means that all will not be well when Jean and Logan return home, as I hinted previously. Now, in the plug department, for those of you who want to read the whole “I AM IRON MAN” story, check out “Dirty: The Erotic Adventures of the Harlequin” in Comics-Avengers. As for this exciting story, tune in to the same X-time, same X-channel, in which we will be having some nice ultraviolence to go along with all this sex and sudsiness.
X-Institute, The Same Day
I: Scott
Standing in front of the school in his boxers and undershirt, with his pants around his ankles, one phrase echoed through Scott Summers’ mind.
Motel up on the interstate.
Wait a minute, Scooter. Jean just walked in on you in the act of doing it to Emma Frost.
You actually, physically had your dick in her, and Jean saw you. What right do you have to tell her not to sleep with Logan?
None.
Speak of the devil, Logan came running out of the school, as Napalm liked to say, like his ass was on fire and his head was catching, making a beeline for his motorcycle.
“Hey!” Scott yelled.
Logan stopped in his tracks.
“Where are you going?”
Logan put his hand on the back of his head and puffed on his cigar.
“Awww, shit.” He said.
“Look, before we all just do…whatever, I think we need to talk. You and me and Jean and Emma and Mel. Like…rational adults.”
Logan gave him an incredulous look.
“Did Jeannie catch you in the act, with the White Queen, Scott?”
“Yep.”
“Didja have it in her?”
“Yep.”
“You’re in a shitload of trouble, bub.”
“I know.”
“Jus’ what the fuck were you thinkin’?”
“Logan, trust me. You don’t know what Jean is really like. Compared to Jean, Emma Frost is an Earth Mother. Sure, you’ll go up there to that motel, and you and her, you’ll have a real hot time, and maybe for awhile, everything will be great and grand and groovy. But then she’ll start taking your for granted. Treating you like a child. Poking around in your mind like it’s her panty drawer. Comparing you to me. That’ll cool you off pretty good. She’s not all she’s cracked up to be, believe me. The woman’s a real iceberg.”
Logan levelled a cold look at him, a look of distaste, like a slug had just crawled its slimy way across his face.
“So I guess Emma Frost is a fuckin’ fountain of human kindness. Between her legs, maybe. One side, bub. Comin’ through.”
Scott blocked Logan’s way again, and the cold looked turned angry, like he was about five seconds from snikt!
“Hey! What the fuck happened to you not wanting to build your happiness over my misery?” Scott demanded.
“If you’re fuckin’ Emma Frost, you ain’t miserable.”
“Goddamnit, Logan, if you take one more step, I will blast your hairy ass all the way to Hell!”
SNIKT!
“I’d like to see you fuckin’ try it…Scooter.”
Logan still had his claws out, and he beckoned to Scott with them.
“So, you want to fight? Fine, if we have to fight for Jean, I’ll do it!”
Logan poked a claw against Scott’s chest.
“Now you wanna fight for Jeannie? Now you listen to me, Summers. I tried to do the right thing. I gave you a chance to do the right thing. And you know what you did? Emma Frost. The White Queen of the Hellfire Club. Who has tried to kill all of us, you included, on multiple occasions. I have lived here with you for seven fuckin’ years, seven fuckin’ years, and I seen the way you treat Jeannie, and it ain’t never been good. You put her last. Dead last. People, if you can call ‘em that, who you never met, from another fuckin’ planet, they’ve meant more to you than Jeannie. If she’s a fuckin’ iceberg to you, then you deserve it, bub. And I left here and gave you a chance to make it up to her, to show her what kind of man ya really were, and ya did that, din’cha? Yah sowed her you’re the kind of man who’ll tell her a whole buncha pretty lies and then slink off to go slip it to Little Miss Cooze 1974. Now, there’s a broken-hearted woman up waitin’ for me in that motel up on the interstate, a woman who put her heart and her soul into lovin’ a man who don’t think enough of her that if he’s gonna fuck the fastest floozie who ever put on a mask, ta do it someplace in secret. And I’m gonna go up there, and I’m gonna try and clean up the mess you madea her heart. If you wanna stop me, you’ll hafta kill me, so you take your best fuckin’ shot.”
Logan turned on his heel and walked towards his motorcycle.
Scott didn’t impede him, further.
A broken man, he appropriated a case of beer from Logan’s stash in the basement, and locked himself in his bedroom, and resigned himself to his fate.
And when he was drunk enough, he made a desperate phone call.
“Emma…Emma, I know you’re there. Answer the phone…Emma?”
“Hello, Scott.” she said, sounding annoyed.
He didn’t say anything else, just started to cry.
II: Logan
He drove like a maniac, all the way to that motel on the interstate.
Monday.
Monday was going to be his new favourite day of the week.
Logan had heard Cyke screaming inside his office, and he had seen the White Queen running across the lawn.
He knew that Jean loved Cyke, and that she felt about him pretty much the way he and Napalm felt about each other.
And he knew that these Mondays wouldn’t last long.
Cyke would have a story, Jean would buy it, she’d go back to him for a little while, maybe a long while.
But he didn’t care.
Because Monday came at the beginning of every week, and as long as it did, there would always be a chance of Jeannie.
And if that was all he could get, it was more than he had before, and goddamn it all, he was going to take it.
It was like he flew over the road, and when he was walking towards the door of Room 14, he couldn’t feel the ground underneath his boots.
He tried to door and it was open, and Logan didn’t just open it, he slammed that door open.
Even if he didn’t fill the doorway to the top, he was bracketed by it from shoulder to shoulder.
Jeannie pulled the bedsheets up to her neck; she wasn’t just waiting for him, she was in bed, waiting for him.
Logan slammed the door behind him, locked it, chained it, bolted it.
He put his hat on the dresser and kicked his boots into the corner, took off his undershirt and tossed it wherever, unbuckled belt and unzipped his Levis and stepped out of them, and the hand he wasn’t using to pull back the blankets, he used to tear the phone out of the wall.
“I don’t want nobody to bother us, Jeannie, darlin’.” He told her
Told her as Jean was pulling him into her arms, seeking his lips with hers.
“I don’t either. Jesus, Logan, I’ve wanted this since the first time I ever saw you.”
“Me too, darlin’.”
The blankets were in his way, he growled and tore them off the bed.
“Logan, I need you, I need…more.” She told him.
“You own me, Jeannie. I told you that, before.”
Jean thought it for a second about walking into his office and seeing Melanie Reinhardt spread across the desk with Logan behind her, his hands on her hips, both of them moaning and groaning, oblivious to everything except their own obvious pleasure.
She rolled over onto her belly, got up on all fours and looked over her shoulder at him, almost shyly.
Logan chuckled.
“Is that the way you like it, Jeannie?” he laughed.
“I never did it this way. But I always wanted to try.”
“Whatever you want, darlin’.” He told her.
She felt him move between her legs and opened them a little wider as Logan ran his tongue from the small of her back all the way up to her neck.
Jean shuddered, and moaned.
He kissed her on the back of her neck.
“Mmmm, darlin’, you’re so damn hot. Poor baby. The way poor ol’ Scooter fucks you, you might as well not get any at all. But I’m gonna give you everythin’ you want, Jeannie. Like you never had it before. Now, put your head down a little further. Good girl. Now, arch your back for me, darlin’.”
Jean did what he said and she could feel the hair on his muscular thighs tickling her, and the heavy heat of his cock pressing between them.
She hoped he wasn’t going to tease her, but he wasn’t; he guided his cock into her with a long, slow, deep thrust.
“Ohhh, Jeannie, oh my sweet little darlin’, that feels so goddamn good…”
Jean moaned again; it sure did.
“Oooo, it does, Logan, it really does! Fuck me, oh, Logan, please, fuck me like you mean it!” She heard herself gasp.
Napalm was right, Logan was the best at what he did and it was very, very nice.
He was so goddamn big, so hard, so hot, so…
So much Logan.
He kept rotating his hips around , thrusting into her hard and fast until he found it, that spot Jean was sure that every woman in the world but her had, but Logan found it, with his big, thick cock, oh he found it, yes he did, found it over and over and over again with every sweet, sweet stroke.
Jean was barely aware that she was making a low sound like some kind of wild animal, she was pushing back against him, groaning and keening, her eyes lolling around in her head.
She was peeling herself off the ceiling awash in the most intense orgasm she’d ever had, limp as an empty dress when Logan rolled her onto her back, and got on top of her.
She was surprised she was looking right into his eyes.
Scott and her boyfriend in college were both much taller than she; she’s never been able to look a man in the eyes when he was on top of her, making love to her.
“Logan, oh God, Logan, I never felt anything like that, never in my whole life…”
He kissed her, putting one arm under her to pull her closer as Jean wound her arms and her legs around him.
“That’s good, darlin’. But I wanna see your face, now, while I’m lovin’ you, Red. I wanna remember it when I’m old and grey.”
She put her arms and her legs around him.
“Make love to me, Logan. Fill me up.” She murmured.
“Darlin’, things ain’t never going back the way they were. Never!”
His pleasure fell over her like a cloud, she slipped into his mind and found she was the only thing on it and slipped out again, thinking he couldn’t make her burn again so soon, but she caught both his rhythm and his fire, sorry she clawed his back, but it was too much, too much, too…
…
“Never, Logan! Never, never, never… NEVER!”
The glass in every window, in every mirror, in every room of the motel didn’t so much shatter as vaporise, seemingly into thin air.
People’s glasses, women’s compacts, shaving mirrors, dishes and cups and glasses and mugs, the windshields and headlights of cars in the parking lot, everything, everything that was made of glass, ionized in a silvery spray before it was completely gone, just like it had never been there.
And Logan growled, deep in his throat, thrusting into her faster and she could feel him getting harder and harder until he just broke, like a dam, like the camel’s back, and he came, and came again, crying out.
“Ah, ah, ah…Jeannie, I love you! I love you!”
Then he was quiet, and she was quiet, and the room was quiet.
Jean held onto him, felt his weight on her, heard his ragged breaths in her ears, and she wished she could have said she loved him too.
“I know you do. I need you to love me. You’re my best friend in the whole world. The only person who really understands me. I know that sounds corny, but it’s true. I’ll always need you to love me, Logan. No matter what.” She told him.
She let him go, and he rolled over onto his back, and Jean curled up against his chest.
“Do you, darlin’?”
“Yes. I do. Will you love me, forever, Logan? No matter what? Because even if I die, Logan, you have to understand, I might not be dead. I may still be able to come back. Will you still love me? Will you wait for me?”
“As long as I have to, darlin’. I got all the time in the world.”
Jean knew he was telling her the truth.
“Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Dear Jesus, oh, God help me, I think I love you, too.”
Author’s Note: Did she say that? Yes! She did! (insert Hallelujah Chorus here!) But, to paraphrase Shakespeare, the course of true love never did run smooth. Especially in these X-books. Which means that all will not be well when Jean and Logan return home, as I hinted previously. Now, in the plug department, for those of you who want to read the whole “I AM IRON MAN” story, check out “Dirty: The Erotic Adventures of the Harlequin” in Comics-Avengers. As for this exciting story, tune in to the same X-time, same X-channel, in which we will be having some nice ultraviolence to go along with all this sex and sudsiness.