Skies of Blue
Chapter 1
Trade Me Lives
Scott fell on the bed pulling Logan to him a broad smile on his face, "I love the sex we have when we haven't seen each other for months."
"Maybe I should leave you more often then." Logan mumbled pulling off Scott's clothing. Scott made an intoxicating noise half way between a giggle and a moan when Logan said this. Logan smirked and began to pump Scott's length, kissing him gently on every inch of his wide pale shoulders and neck. Scott ran his hands threw Logan's hair and down the ruff fabric covering his back. He could feel the rippling muscles under it, they were beautiful a perfect combination of strength and stamina. Scott loved the feel of Logan's large hands on his body; he loved the perfect smoothness of his palms.
Logan wanted Scott he wanted to feel Scott tight around him. There was nothing he loved more than to see Scott's head thrown back moaning his man and begging breathlessly for more. Scott was tugging at Logan's clothes now and he willingly obliged pulling off his own clothes stripping to the waist but then a loud knock came from the door. Scott froze in the middle of kissing Logan's collarbone and Logan whom had been undoing his pants grudgingly redid the button and tossed a blanket over Scott. Logan moved to the door with a look that could kill. The wrenched the door open and glowered at Bobby, "What?"
Bobby stepped back for protection then looked down the hall at the rest of the Junior X-men, "we were wondering if we could go into town…."
Logan took a deep breath and then glared at the rest of the kids standing at the end of the hall, "get out of here, back by seven."
Bobby stood silent for a moment surprised at how easy it had been to be aloud to go but then Logan turned his burning eyes back on him and Bobby went scampering back down the hall. Logan slammed the door and came back to the bed flopping down next to Scott, "fucking kids."
Scott smiled and pushed Logan down on the bed and began to sensually peal away the faded jeans Logan was wearing. Logan moaned huskily as Scott licked the tip of his throbbing cock.
Logan thrust into Scott's mouth and Scott took it deep into the back of his throat. Whatever Scott was moaning was incomprehensible but Logan didn't care. Scott sucked greedily on Logan's thick cock until with a deep growl Logan came shooting cum into Scott's throat. Scott swallowed the best he could and looked at Logan deviously. Logan grabbed Scott pulling him close and kissed him and feeling himself growing hard once again.
The radio played a soft jazz number as Scott lay naked on Logan's bed as Logan showered. Logan came back in the room and gazed at Scott's sinewy body pale in the dim light filtering from the hooded window. Scott smiled in Logan's direction; his vizor was resting on the bedside table. Logan liked to see Scott without the vizor it made him look younger and even though he had never seen Scott's eye's he could imagine them.
Scott reached out blindly and Logan put his hand in Scott's Scott pulled him gently into the bed and rested his head on Logan's brad chest, "I've got to go back to the states tomorrow to get the next set of kids."
Logan frowned and ran his hands over Scott's back, "Don't go." He murmured pulling Scott closer to him.
Scott relished the cool dampness of Logan's skin, "I have to Logan."
"No," Logan murmured, "let Hank go, I want you to stay."
Scott chuckled and ran his hands threw Logan's hair, "have to go, Hank needs to stay to set up a med lab."
Logan's frown deepened, "it's too dangerous."
"But you would but Hanks life in danger."
"I'm not in love with Hank." Scott stopped at this; it struck him as strange that Logan had never put that sentiment into words before this. It had never bothered Scott after all the trouble Logan had gone threw for him it went without saying but now that it had been said it hung like a forbidden fruit.
"I'm sorry Logan." Scott finally said kissing him once more, "unless you want to go back to the mansion." Scott reached for his vizor but Logan pushed it just out of his reach.
"I'll go then." Scott was taken aback he hadn't thought Logan would really go in his place, "if I get shot I'm not in the hospital forever."
Scott hit Logan playfully and tried to find his vizor again, "it's not my fault I almost died."
"Yeah it is," Logan scoffed, "you were the one who took off his Kevlar."
"Shut up!" Scott laughed fumbling with all of the objects on the bedside table. He felt Logan's hands on his face and then the cool metal of his vizor Scott opened his eyes to see Logan's face, a large loving smile playing across it.
"So I'm going then." Logan said going to his closet and pulling out some his clothes and storing them in a backpack. Scott gapped at Logan.
"And what do I do here?"
"Take of the kids, fix stuff. Whatever I do around here."
"So I should smoke and drink and curse and-"
"Make love to a skinny bitchy field leader who has no respect for his lover."
Scott smiled widely and sat back watching Logan then cleared his throat trying to make his voice sound like Logan's, "Hey bub come'er and suck my dick."
Logan looked at Scott quizzically, "was that supposed to be me?"
Scott nodded and squared his shoulders and thrust out his chest. Logan laughed deep in the back of his throat, "one Scott I don't look like and idiot and two I don't sound like a frog having an orgasm."
Scott slumped snickering, "you'd better come back in one piece."