New Story. Its three chapters, three couples, related in certain ways, and the best part is, all of these couples are sexually excited! Hooray! Anyway, reviews are nice and make me happy; flames make me want to kill you with a cracker dipped in hot sauce. Enjoy :D
Logan and Scott
Logan knocked on Scott's bedroom door, which was alright sitting slightly open, just enough for the older mutant to spot the young man sitting in his bed, his head in his hands, his tan body only covered by a pair of blue boxer shorts.
"Aren't you going to welcome me home?" Logan smiled, sarcastic, as he strode into the room. Scott lifted his head, showing his wet face, his eyes stained red, his cheeks damp from tears.
"Didn't think you'd be that upset I'm back," Logan remarked with a sigh. Scott groaned, irritated.
"Certain things have happened, Logan," Scott said, quietly, "Certain things that make seeing you hard for me."
"Certain things? Such as…" the older asked, plainly curious, oddly interested.
"Why would you care?" Scott growled, pain showing through his deep blue eyes, "You'd just forget me, like you forget everyone else."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Logan snapped, furious. He was bad at controlling his emotions, particularly anger.
"I just don't see why I should tell you," Scott said, "You'd never feel the same."
Logan eyed him, confused. Then, realization dawned on his face. Summers was in love with him. He'd never really thought about it before. Well, no, he'd thought lots about what he wanted to do to Scott, but he never imagined that his wildest fantasies were shared. He'd always hoped he might have a one night stand with the man. Just one night, experiencing everything he'd pictured in his thoughts.
"You never said anything," Logan whispered.
Scott laughed, "And what would have happened if I had? I'm not a screw Logan. I'm a relationship guy. You never would have done anything. You'd just force me into something, and I'd get hurt."
"I wouldn't force you into anything, if you didn't want it," Logan defended.
"I wouldn't be thinking strait. Of course I'd want it, I couldn't have resisted!" Scott hissed. Logan grabbed his slender body, and forced him up against the wall.
"Do you want it?" he asked, pressing his knee gently up, so it pressed against Scott's manhood. Scott's mouth gaped open, but a tiny gasp was released, rather then any opposing words. Logan pressed a little harder, and Scott sucked in air, clenching his fists.
"Stop, Logan!" he finally protested, trying to get the other man off him.
"Give me one good reason why," Logan demanded.
"I love you!" Scott groaned, "But I can't just be your boy-toy. I want you so bad, but not just this way. In every way."
"Who says you can't have me?" Logan asked.
"Please, Logan. You'd never let it be so. It'd be a secret, something to hide. I have nothing to hide."
"How can you be so sure?" Logan growled.
"You aren't that type of person. Flaunting a relationship, being brave and showing it. You're a coward, too damn selfish to do it. I can't be your secret. I can't be your truth you cannot face. So please, get off me."
Logan locked Scott's hand against the wall, and applied a little more pressure with his knee. He felt a sudden hardening next to his leg, and got exactly what he wanted, a more obvious proof of joy from Scott. The younger moaned.
"Damn it, Logan, cut it out."
"You've yet to tell me a good reason," Logan argued.
"Get your hands the hell off me!" Scott cried, shoving the bigger male backwards. "Fuck you Logan!"
"If you love me, then why are you being so fucking difficult?" Logan yelled.
"Because it will be something different to me, then it is to you. If we do this, I can't just forget about you in the morning. I'd be giving you a part of me, part of my heart, and I'm not willing to give something up if I don't receive anything for it. People are not worthless things you can screw around with and then just ditch. You cannot just leave. Not on me."
"Look, Summers, I can see this is hard for you to believe, but I'm tired of just running around. I'm tired of escaping, and running away, I want something that will keep me from fleeing. Something that matters, and will keep me distracted from how fucking scared I am. That nothing is going to happen, ever, in my life that matters. I've thought about you so much, the whole time I was gone. I couldn't stop. I want you, Scott. I want you, too."
"Why are you settling now?" Scott asked, a little calmer.
"Jean's death snapped my head right. I know it took me almost three years to return, but I've been thinking. Doing a lot of thinking. She mattered to me, I loved her, but I think I could love you too. There's always been something here, Scott. I know you see it. There always has. A tension. A spark. Friction. But none the less, something I've always wanted to explore, but never could. Now I can and nothings denying me of that. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, now are you giving me another reason to stay, or not?"
"C'mere," Scott ordered.
"Yes Sir," Logan replied, mockingly, and pulled the younger into a long passionate kiss. Logan turned and pushed Scott down onto the bed, quickly pressing their lips together again. Logan slid his hand to the elastic of Scott's boxers. Scott smiled in the kiss, but held his hand from continuing.
"He quietly whispered, "Lock the door."