Love Me Two Times
Summary: Scott. Logan. A shower. One week after "Just A
One-Time Thing"
Rating: NC-17 - slash, sex
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this piece of fan-written fiction intends no infringement on
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Notes: Thanks to Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete, especially Dot and
Pete, since they're not into the slash. Yeah, it's a series now.
There will be at least one more, and then we'll see...
Logan stood in the shower. It had been a week since the night he and Scott had spent together in the motel room.
A week since he'd fucked Scott.
He still couldn't get over it. Who'd have ever thought the Boy Scout would be so sexy? And such a good fuck? He was getting hard just thinking about it. Normally, he wouldn't jerk off in the shower in the men's locker room -- too public -- but the thought of Scott groaning his name, or, even better, the thought of Scott going down on him, was almost more than he could bear.
It was just a fantasy. Didn't mean he was gay or anything. He just liked sex and he occasionally fucked guys. Especially pretty guys who had mouths that looked so soft and sweet; guys who tasted like sunshine and leather and apple pie. Scott tasted of apple pie. It was fitting; he was the all- American boy, after all.
Logan was just getting into his fantasy when he heard someone approaching. Damn. The water made it difficult to pick out a scent, but -- damn! -- if it wasn't the object of his fantasies, naked and sweaty.
Letting out a groan, Logan tossed a glance over his shoulder. Scott had a wicked smile on his face that quickly disappeared.
"Hello, Logan," he said in his best Fearless Leader voice.
"Cyke."
There was a whole row of showers, but Scott took the one right next to Logan and turned the water on. "Rough day?" he asked, stepping into the stream of water. Logan watched as it sluiced over the younger man's well-sculpted torso. Down his belly and over his cock. Which, Logan noticed, was standing at attention, much as his own was.
"Er, good workout," he replied, dragging his eyes up to the other man's face.
"I'll bet," Scott said, beginning to soap up. "There's nothing like a nice hot shower after a hard workout, eh? Gets rid of all that tension and stress."
Logan growled and stepped toward the other man, pinning him against the wall and kissing him fiercely. Scott moved his hips and gasped at the feel of his erection rubbing against Logan's. Logan growled and nipped at the sensitive skin just below Scott's ear.
Scott took advantage of Logan's distraction and swung them both around so that Logan was pressed to the wall. He slid his tongue down the larger man's chest and carefully got down on his knees, taking Logan's cock in his mouth. Logan let out a roar Scott thought might bring the whole school running, but neither of them cared.
Using one hand to jerk himself off and the other to gently squeeze Logan's balls, Scott moved his lips up and down Logan's shaft, grazing the underside lightly with his teeth, making Logan's hips buck.
Swirling his tongue over the head of Logan's penis, he worked slowly, licking and sucking and reveling in the animalistic noises Logan was making. Knowing they were both close to climaxing, Scott pulled Logan all the way into his mouth, deep-throating him and swallowing spasmodically as Logan came. Then he felt himself orgasm and he fell back, limp.
"Fuck, Summers," Logan breathed, hauling Scott up and kissing him again.
"That was the idea," Scott replied, smiling against the other man's lips. "We can't keep doing this. Jean--"
Logan was already pulling away. "Don't say another word, Cyke. I got it." But his hand was wrapped around Scott's dick, pumping rapidly. Scott leaned his head into the crook of Logan's neck, biting at the sensitive flesh there as his hand mimicked Logan's actions.
They both came quickly that second time, within moments of each other. After one last, hard kiss, they separated, letting the hot water wash away all evidence that they'd done anything but shower.
Even the hickey he'd left on Logan's neck was gone when the other man exited the shower, leaving Scott alone with his thoughts, wondering again what had possessed him to fuck Logan in the first place, let alone initiate a repeat performance.
He was happy with Jean. He really, really was. There was just something so primal, so sexual, so *male* about Logan, and it called to him in ways that other men he'd been with -- and there had been a couple before he started dating Jean -- never had.
He had to stop thinking about it, wanting it. He had to erase the images and feelings from his mind, or Jean would pick them up, and she'd be hurt. All this time he'd spent worrying that she'd cheat on him with Logan, and he was the one fucking around. He laughed.
Life is funny sometimes.
The End