In The Closet
Scott packed up his folders and stuffed them into a backpack. He heaved it over one shoulder and sighed.
He missed Logan.
Logan had been sent on a mission to Vancouver nearly two weeks ago. Sure, he wrote most days, email of course, but it wasn't anything like having his lover here, with him.
He walked out and carefully locked the door, before setting off down the hallway. His shoulders were slightly slumped and he scuffed his feet.
God, he felt like a love sick teenager again.
He walked up to the janitor's closet and paused. Was he hearing things, or was there a noise from in there?
Using common sense, he decided not to investigate. The last thing he wanted to do was stumble onto two of the students in there trying to get some, er, privacy.
He was about to walk away when a hand shot out and grabbed him, pulling him backwards into the closet.
His hand reached instinctively for his ear, for the controls of the visor he wasn't wearing at present. He went to scream for help, but a hand swiftly covered his mouth, pinning him against a hard body.
"Shh."
He grinned and twisted, dropping the bag, throwing himself into the waiting arms, mouth eagerly searching out the lips he knew so well.
They met for a bruising kiss briefly, before Scott pulled away. "What are you doing back?"
"Nice to know ya glad ter see me," his lover whispered in his ear.
"I didn't mean it like that. Umm, why in here?"
"Like surprisin' ya. 'Sides' everyone'll assume it's Bobby and John in here, and go away. Leave us alone."
Scott smiled and grabbed a handful of thick hair, forcing Logan's face upwards for another kiss. He held onto Logan tightly, trying to reacquaint himself with all of his lover at once, hands skimming all over the sturdy body.
Logan grabbed Scott's butt possessively, forcing him close to Logan's body again. Their groins ground together, eliciting slight moans from both of them.
Scott leant down to bite Logan's ear, licking the shell once to soothe the sting. "You know what I've been missing?"
Logan shook his head, still concerned with getting Scott decently dressed. The damn buttons were amazingly hard to undo at present.
Scott leant into Logan again. "I've missed fucking you into next week. I've missed the way you buck and howl under me, writhing, begging for it harder, deeper, faster, I've missed you thrusting back into me, desperate for more, to relieve that burning need in you."
This was the way it always went. Scott's words, Logan's actions. For each of them, a fight which the loser won and the winner lost. No winner, no loser, just what they both desired.
"I love you." Scott whispered. Logan grinned and bit the lean neck quickly. "Love ya too."
Scott shifted slightly, banging his arm against the wall. Logan chuckled slightly and kissed the limb. "Better?"
"No. What sort of kiss was that?" Their on going joke between them. Logan grabbed Scott and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into the slimmer man's mouth, arms wrapped tightly around the narrow waist. "Better?"
"Hmm. Much." Scott leant in and licked the side of Logan's face. "Ugh, stubble. When'd you last shave?"
"Last week." Logan said indignantly. "'Sides, ya love me stubble."
"I know." Scott kissed his cheek and promptly stuck his tongue in Logan's ear. Logan nearly yelped, but just gripped Scott's hips a bit tighter. "Yer rather eager."
"You got a problem with that?"
"No, jus' wonderin' what ya been up to get yer in this state."
"Nothing. That's the problem. No you for two weeks, no mission to distract me from that fact." He leant back, and Logan could see the red glow from his glasses. "Is that so hard to work out?"
"No. Rather glad of it. Have ter do this more often."
"Don't you dare, Logan." Scott shoved Logan back against the door, his hands deftly undoing the zip of Logan's jeans, pulling out his erection. "You aren't going anywhere without me again."
He pulled sharply on Logan's cock, running his thumb over the slit. "Got me? No where, not again. I was worried every time I heard from Charles, I thought something might have happened to you."
They met in a rough kiss as Scott stroked up and down Logan's length. Logan moaned into the soft mouth, and bucked up into Scott's hand. Scott grinned against his mouth and palmed harder and faster.
Logan cried out, quickly muffled by Scott's mouth, as he came against his lover. He felt like shaking with the intensity of his orgasm, but kept his feet, even as he was being turned and his jeans pulled down.
He bit his lip when a finger slid into him, lubricated by his come, pressing deep. He moaned and thrust back slightly as a second finger pushed inside. "Now, Scott. Stop stuffin' about."
The fingers went, but he didn't feel the disappointment. He knew what was coming next, needed it so badly it hurt inside of him.
He felt Scott slide into him, until his chest was lying against Logan's back. Logan took a deep breath and squeezed, smiling with a sort of relief when it caused Scott to thrust forwards, brushing against his prostate.
Scott slid back and slammed in again, forcing Logan's arms to buckle slightly where they leant against the door, bracing him and his lover.
He threw his head back to kiss Scott as he shoved into Logan over and over again, hitting his prostate every time he slid in, tickling it lightly as he drew out again.
Logan was about to burst. The pleasure running through him was more intense than almost anything else he had felt, barring the first time Scott had taken him.
Eventually he gave in, and let himself go, slamming back onto his lover's cock, triggering his release. He gasped, forcing himself not to scream, as he felt Scott come in him, going heavy for a second across his back.
They sank to the floor, wrapped around one another, still kissing passionately, though not with the same deep set desire and lust as before. Logan chuckled slightly at Scott's appearance. "Yer barely undressed."
"You too."
"Yeah, but at least I'm half undressed. Yer shirt's undone, but that's about it."
Scott smiled and stood up, pulling his lover to his feet. "Get decent. I'll be in our room."
"Damn, bub, yer gonna kill me, regeneration or no."
Scott smiled over his shoulder as he straightened his clothes. "Rubbish. I'm the only person who could keep up with you."
"Likewise, slim."
Scott just grinned and blew him a kiss. "Our room, ten minutes, or else."
Logan watched him go. Maybe he should make sure not to be there on time.
Could be fun.
The End