Remembering Your Touch
by Erika

Pairing: Methos/Wolverine
Disc: The X-men characters are property of Stan Lee, Marvel and their associated companies. Highlander and its characters belong to TPTB at Panzer/Davis and their associated companies.
Rating: Slash
Summary: Follows Healing Powers. My first PWP. If you want to read deep meaning stuff, go away. Someone has second thoughts.
Beta-reader: Mofalle who makes sure my Wolverine has bite, and Anika who makes sure the sex scene work and gives them a naughty quality.
Series:
1. Healing Powers
2. Remembering Your Touch.
3. As the World Turns.
4. A Watcher's Council
website: http://www.geocities.com/carlajanep/Erika/EEpart00.html
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Upon leaving the motel room, Methos ran back to his loft, putting as much distance between himself and Logan, his lover, for the night. He leaned against the door, trying to calm his racing heart.

Logan.

He shook his head. He could not allow himself to fall under the spell of this man, but a part of him knew it was too late. He was already caught.

I can still sense him, desperately thought Methos. Still feel him. It felt like he'd left his soul back in that motel room. Ridiculous, he thought.

"That's impossible," he whispered in the empty apartment.

Methos sat down on the floor with his fists clenched. He closed his eyes, fighting the desire raging within him, fighting the need that had unexpectedly arisen. He was not going back. Not going back. He had to do something. Anything. The oldest immortal needed to keep his mind occupied and away from the man who had made love to him over two hours ago. Methos got up and made his way to the shower. He needed to cleanse himself. To rub away the other man's scent. To forget. Forget everything.

Logan had made it just down the street from the motel when he stopped, catching a whiff of Methos's scent. He knew he should leave, allow the solace of the road to calm his turbulent spirit, but he couldn't. He needed to see this through. Needed to find answers to his questions. Needed to touch Methos one more time.

Logan followed the scent until he reached a well-scale apartment building. He parked Scott's bike and made his way to the building. Using his claws, he was able to open the main front door. Following the scent, he made his way up to the second story. Logan went down the hallway and then stopped in front of Methos's door. Now that he was here, he did not know what to do.

He knocked. No answer. He knocked again and again, until finally the door was opened by a half-clad Methos with only a towel wrapped around his hips, another he held in his hands.

"Yeah!" Methos said as he hurriedly dried his hair, the towel now covering his face. Logan watched as water droplets fell down the other man's chest. He growled, and Methos quickly dropped the towel. Upon catching sight of him, Methos smiled sweetly, then grabbed Logan, pulling him inside the apartment, shutting the door behind them.

"Me..." That was all Logan was allowed to say before Methos pushed him against the closed door, kissing him roughly.

"Want this ... want this." Methos repeated as he let go of Logan's mouth to quickly disrobe Logan of his clothes.

Logan just tugged at the towel wrapped around Methos. He watched as it came loose, falling to the floor. "Hey!" Logan shouted, feeling Methos's cold hands on his cock.

"Sorry," Methos told him, the twinkle in his eyes helping to refute the statement. "Stay."

"I am not a mongrel..." Whatever else Logan was about to say quickly left him upon Methos going down on him. That mouth.

God. Methos just kept deep-throating him, setting an impossible rhythm. Logan found himself fighting the urge to grab hold of Methos's head and thrust deeper. He barely controlled the impulse, calling on every ounce of obedience in his body. Logan opened his eyes when he felt a slight breeze. He had not known he had closed them. He glanced down at Methos kneeling before him. He watched as Methos nibbled just the tip of Logan's cock.

He breathed deeply, and his body arched, seeking further contact into that warm mouth

Before Logan's hands could reach for him, Methos got up and asked with an impish grin, "Liked?"

"Fuck. Bed. Now," Wolverine growled.

The bastard actually chuckled. "Nah ... here's fine."

"Ye think we could ever start on a bed?" Logan asked breathlessly as they rubbed their cocks together frantically, causing them to moan from the delicious friction.

"Um ... maybe someday." Methos answered him, then no more words were exchanged as the rubbing continued. They both increased their pace, Logan's hand traveling up and down Methos's back, the other hand cupping the man's ass, gently teasing the crease.

They kissed. Logan arched, causing Methos to gasp, his head falling forward, coming to rest on Logan's shoulder.

Methos licked and sucked along Logan's collarbone. Too soon, they orgasmed together, Methos's scream muffled slightly when he bit Logan on the neck.

Afterwards, they held each other, Methos still nuzzling Logan's neck.

"Sticky," he murmured. "Really sticky."

"Hmm..." was all Logan could say.

"I was that good?" Methos asked, unable to hide the laughter in his voice.

"We ever goin' to have a normal conversation?" Logan asked.

"God, I hope not," Methos mischievously answered him, pulling Logan away from the door and further into his apartment. "I don't know about you, but I think we need to exercise this ... whatever this is ... out of our systems. Then we'll talk." With that said, Methos pulled Logan into the bathroom, his grin giving him an even younger appearance.

The End