Office Romance
Summary: Cyclops and Wolverine do the gay thang. PWP.
Rating: NC-17
Distribution: Kate's archive, otherwise just ask
Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'm going to borrow them from Marvel for a bit.
They might be a little sullied when I return them, however I will remain as
poor.
Notes: Another idea that shot through my mind on the second viewing of
X-men. See if you can guess when. Also, I kept running out of personal
pronouns, so sorry if it seems a little repetitive. Dedicated to my best
friend David, who I forced to go see the film when he didn't really want to.
Thanks also to the gorgeous Isabeau for her betaing.
"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with
great force." - Dorothy Parker
The two rivals stood in the office and faced each other, their expressions neutral, their stance unthreatening. For a moment nothing happened. Suddenly, Scott grabbed Logan and pulled him close, his hands feverishly undoing the buttons on Logan's shirt. His partner crushed his lips on to Scott's own, and Scott opened his mouth to the other man's searching tongue.
He pulled the shirt off Logan and let his hands roam through the rough hair of Logan's hard pectorals, twisting the nipples hard to elicit groans of pleasure from their owner.
Logan, for his part, simply grabbed his partner's top and ripped it in two, letting the rags slide down the slimmer man's arms. Scott had a surprisingly hairy chest -- not quite as hirsute as Wolverine, but hairy nonetheless, and Logan, breaking off the kiss, was eager to run his tongue through the coarse growth that ran in a line down the centre of Scott's torso to his navel and beyond. Scott ran his hands through the thick mane of hair Logan sported on his head, pushing the stockier man's face tight to his body as Logan took a small red nipple between his teeth, sucking and nipping and biting almost to the point of drawing blood.
Scott's knees were buckling under the assault of pain and pleasure, and his cock strained in his pants.
"Logan... please," he hissed, although he wasn't sure what he was asking for. He felt his pants being tugged down and then they were pooled at his ankles, he stepped out of them, already barefoot, before he let out a loud moan as Logan sucked on one of his testicles, and his knees were wobbling again.
Then that wonderful, warm, wet mouth was around his swollen shaft, teeth scraping the underside as a tongue washed over the head, licking away the precum that had already appeared there. Callused hands ran over his buttocks, rubbing the smooth flesh. One finger delved into the parting between them rubbing over the small hole, Scott thrusting to the touch.
Then a hand travelled up his stomach to grab a nipple, whilst the mouth continued to suck on his aching length at a pace Scott couldn't help but match with thrusts of his own. The nipple was pinched hard and the sensation travelled straight to his cock.
"Oh, God," Scott cried, and he could hold on no longer. His seed shot into Logan's willing mouth and Logan kept sucking until Scott's trembling ceased.
The other man then stood and kissed Scott again, Scott tasting himself on Logan's tongue.
"My turn now," said Logan, and pulled off his own pants. Scott licked his lips as Logan's thick cock bounced up at a 45 degree angle. Wolverine then grabbed the bottle of lube from the little table near him, squirted a good dose onto his hand before chucking the bottle to Scott. The other man grabbed it and both prepared themselves.
Logan stole another lingering kiss from Scott before using his arm to clear the desk in the room of all that was on it. Pens and paper and office equipment crashed to the ground. Logan grabbed Scott and threw him across the table, bending him over to expose his ass. Logan put his throbbing cock to the tight entrance and slowly pushed in to the sound of both men's moans.
Slow at first before building to a rapid pace, matched by Scott, Logan thrust himself deep into the slimmer man, sweat coursing down his chest in rivulets that plastered the hair to his skin and stung his now sensitive nipples.
He began to build to a crescendo, letting out animalistic howls above the more human moaning of his partner. Finally he could take no more and his sac tightened as he reached orgasm. He fired jet after jet of sperm deep into Scott's tight channel before collapsing on top of his lover, both gasping for breath.
He slid out of Scott as his cock softened, and the two fell to the floor, wrapped in each other's arms and feeling their thudding hearts slowly begin to slow down.
Then, they stood up and stared blankly at each other again.
Behind the desk, his own breath shallow and rapid, and a thin film of sweat on his forehead, Professor Charles Xavier softly repeated what he had told Logan on his first day at the School, "When I was younger, I learned I could control people's minds -- make them do and think what I wanted."
He allowed himself a small smile before twitching an eye. His two proteges picked up their clothes, walked out of the office and headed back to their own rooms. There, they would shower before going to bed. When they woke up the next morning neither would remember a thing.
At least, they hadn't the other times...
The End