CHAPTER SEVEN.
Peter kicked his feet up onto the coffee table, an arm behind his head as his hand reached for the remote. He fished through some channels before coming across the news, there was Earth's Mightiest Heroes standing proud amongst the destruction. The teen tilted his head, blinking as he calls out for his lover in the kitchen.
"Hey, babe, come here for a second!"
"Whaaat!? I'm tryin' to make breakfast~"
Pete rolled his eyes. "Just come here!"
Chuckling at the sound of Logan growling as the older man walks in with a rag cleaning his wet hands and wearing a "Kiss the Cook" apron, the teen points at the two newest figures that shown on the wide screen. "Aren't those Mags' kids?"
Logan squinted his eyes, staring thoughtfully before widening for a fraction of a second and letting out an amused huff. "Looks like it." They both looked at each for a moment before Peter turns to fully stare up at his man. His face held confusion, but also curiosity at the thought that ran through his mind.
"We fought robots."
"Yeah."
"Metal robots."
An eyebrow raised.
"Yeah?"
"Why the heck didn't he come down himself and do away with them? Seriously?"
"Because he's an asshole."
Peter blinks, "And you know this beca—"
"He tore Adamantium from my body once..." Peter made a face that described the idea of how painful that sounded, induced with him flinching along with furrowing eyebrows and a shudder. "...and not to mention he's the main 'bad' guy my team has been fighting for years."
"He's an asshole."
"That's what I said."
Logan snorts into a chuckle, ruffling the younger's bed head as he turns to leave.
"Now, is that it?" Peter shrugged indifferently making his boyfriend roll his eyes. "What ya want for breakfast?"
"PB and J."
"For breakfast?"
"Yep."
Peter could feel the stare burning into his back. "You did ask." A smile made its way as he chuckles at the growling Wolverine entering back into the kitchen. Mumbling on how he's making bacon, ham, and eggs with a side of toast so that Peter gets a good meal. "Hey, PB and J is a good meal!" His laughter rang louder, he loved teasing his mutant.
Later, Pete is enjoying being curled up in Logan's arms, nuzzling into the scruff of the older male as his legs entwined with the others. Sighing as fingers thread through his hair and massaged his scalp while an arm brought them closer. He loved days like these, being able to share warmth and adoration with soothing touches, loving cuddles and the feeling of lips brush against the skin of his forehead. Life after graduation had definitely picked up. At least in his opinion.
"Move in with me."
The brunet cooed into another massage before his eyes widen, Did he just ask what I think he did? Blinking and looking up, his eyes met ones that were soft in questioning, devotion with a hint of anxiousness that no doubt Peter thought the man was thinking of being rejected.
"What?"
"I'm not sayin' now, unless ya want that, just some time down the road." Logan shrugged off the stare and focused more on bringing his brunet to relaxing against him. "There's no hurry, I've got time. I just wanted you to know if you ever want to we can. It's closer to your work, not to mention college, and makes having a dual life easi—"
"Okay."
Now, it was Logan's turn to blink and stare at his younger lover.
"What?"
The spidey teen smiled, he brushed their lips into a kiss while his arms wrapped around his man to bring their bodies close. He moaned with a light arch at how wonderful the weight felt against his lithe form. He took a moment to relax as he still has to deal with his adorable lover before they could move on to thinking, or rather having sex.
"I said Okay, I wanna move in with you. You're right it's closer to work and college-honestly, Aunt May keeps asking me when the wedding is." He saw the Wolverine arched an eyebrow at that and he shrugged. "She really likes you, something more along the lines of you being a total package and perfect for me. Good looking, handy-man, can cook and looks fantastic in and out of everything."
"She said that?"
"More or less hinted it with plenty of flyers for wedding planners and even going as far as talking about re-fitting me into her wedding dress. Jeez, I swear I can't have a regular conversation anymore without her asking about the date. What the flying fuck."
"Huh."
"Yeah."
"Marriage?"
"Don't think about it."
"I'm not."
He was.
"Alright, in a couple weeks we'll tell her and soon you''ll be living here." Logan couldn't help the shit-eating grin as he watched his lover think about their newly upcoming event in their relationship.
"Stop grinning."
"I'm not grinning."
He was definitely grinning.
"You so are, jeez like a damn cat that finally caught the canary."
Logan chuckled, leaning down to nuzzle their noses with a wide amused smirk. He really did love being with the kid and having him move in? He couldn't help, but be excited for it.
"Does this make you my canary?"
"No, it makes me a spider." Peter rolls them so he's on top, rump wiggling down to grind onto his man's bulge, smiling at the hissing growl he received. "And the spider catches everything, even the cat." Logan smiled back, his eyes hazing with lust as he brushed their lips, teeth coming to nip and tug on the lower lip as his voice drops to a heated husk. Even decided to grope the plump rump and rubbed their bodies deliciously, making his spider arch in pleasure.
"Now that you caught me, what are you going to do to me?"
Rough fingers slide under the shirt as Logan tweaks and pulls at his lover's sensitive nipples, grinning when got the result he wanted. Peter shouted a loud, "Fuck!" as his eyes shut and his teeth gritted with his hands firmly grasping onto the man's beater. Hooded eyes looked down and Logan shivered with a smirk full of pride and want at what flew out of his lover's mouth.
"I'm gonna rock you like a hurricane."
Like a god damn hurricane.
His eyes watched how the web-slinger's fingers made quick work of his removing his top, splaying kisses along the dusting of his chest; making him rumble into a soft purr. He loved watching his kid work, loved everything that hot mouth did as much as he did that sizable rump. Logan growled, feeling fingers tease beneath the waistband of his denim, the eyes of the teen were filled with hot arousal and that only had his cock twitching beneath the jeans. The things this kid made him feel.
The belt was dexterously unbuckled and slid up out of the loops while the zipper is undone by pulling of teeth and his jeans gone before having to grip onto the bed and not fuck the hot mouth that's wrapping around the head of his dick.
His fingers thread through the brunet fibers as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, another rumbling purr is left heard in the air as he watched his lover. The plush lips spread wide by the girth of the cock, smooth, yet rough hands stroked the length and rolled the heavy sack underneath. Peter couldn't help, but moan loudly at the feeling of having the man's cock down his throat.
The lack of air flow made him dizzy, but hard as he worked to swallow every inch; teeth teasingly scraping the velvet tight skin as he pulls up to release before bobbing himself down onto the base with a vibrating groan. The single rolling thrust into his throat had him go limp, eyes looking into his man's and gave him the silent permission that was needed.
Rough fingers yank at Peter's hair, stilling his head as gentle thrusts rolled in waves; wetting the thickness inside him with his saliva until they became faster, diving in deep enough to cut out his air before pulling out and doing it again. Peter loved it, loved every dirty thing they did and his hand stroking his hard-on was just one of many proofs of that. Eyes rolling up into the back of his head as his throat is fucked over and over with each movement becoming harsher with the tugs to his hair and the sack slapping against him.
The teen was gagging, drooling profusely with tears in his eyes as the cock reached too deep before dragging out and he couldn't help the coughing retch that came from him or the shivering shudder his body went through as it weakly climaxed. That felt amazing, but it wasn't enough. Tackling his man into a bruising kiss, his hand finding the wet length and stroking it twice before lining it between his straddling legs and sliding down to fill his spasming ring wide. Thighs trembling when their hips met, hands coming up to hold onto Logan's strong shoulders as he rocks his hips in adjustment before lifting and slowly slamming down.
Biting his lip in a pant, eyes unfocused even as he was kissed, hands gripping his hips to help him steady further. Peter let his head loll back, throat open for the mutant to leave his mark along the bare skin. A shudder went through him from the thick tongue sliding up and down the length of his neck before the mouth wrapped and sank teeth.
The teen's hips jerked, a hitched cry both from the bite and from his prostrate nudged had them both needy for more.
Using his spidey strength he yank Logan's head back, chuckling inwardly at the pouting whine before bringing his lover into a passionate series of tongue entwining kisses. Hips rocked and rolled against each other, their need for pleasure heightens further. Lips pulling back for air as the saliva breaks and Peter couldn't help the yummy thought that ran through his sinful young mind. Grabbing the discarded belt before his lover's wrists, Logan staring at him curiously, but he could tell from the cock thickening inside him that his "cat" was all for fun and games. He tied his lover's wrists above his head, Peter leans in, licking a stripe on those bruised lips that mirrored his own.
"No escaping, and don't you dare come unless I say so. Got it?", dark eyes met another set that held a glimmer of a smirk and Peter had to admit to himself the heated animalistic look he received gave him a cool shiver just as the raspy nearly breathlessly obedient reply pooled a warmth inside his knotting stomach.
"Yes, Master."
Fuuuuuuck. This bastard... Sometimes I wonder how I can hate him, but looove him so fucking much. Fuck.
Peter decided if his lover was going to a jerk, he was going to be one too. The spider's tight ring squeezes just right with every roll of his hips, hands right on top of the mutant's shoulders as a means of holding the man down, but also keeping himself a little more balance while his hips move erotically. Up, down, a rotating grind that had him cooing lewdly with his tongue lolling until he's pounding himself hard onto the large cock. Using his lover as a life-size sex toy that belongs to him and only him. His eyes caught sight of a purring, hissing Wolverine. Panting each time his ring tightens so hard it cuts off circulation for a moment before releasing to slam down onto the base with each slide.
Fangs over-peering lips in a near-snarl, face red in his huffing to keep from escaping and fucking his lithe lover into mindless amounts of orgasms, hair in a bigger mess from Peter yanking the man up for a kiss whenever he's in a need for it. Logan doesn't mind the kid being dominant, heck, he finds it down-right sexy as fuck for the kid to tie him up and abuse the fuck out of him. Maybe it's the inner animal or the bloodlust, he doesn't know, he doesn't care he'll do anything the kid asks at this rate.
He'll be the obedient pet.
It felt too good not to be.
The spider whines, hand stroking himself off as with a few more jerks into the hand and onto the cock he was riding and he's coming hard; looking down with smirking eyes as his come paints his lover in his white. The man still hasn't climax yet and Pete feels bad, almost anyways. With a mock pout, he licks a streak that marked his lover's cheekbone.
"Sorry, did you want to come too?" A growl rumbled, but he knew how to tell from an angry growl to a happy growl and this, this purring was a happy growl. Peter licks his lips slowly, "Gotta say Logan, I can finally understand why you like marking me from the inside out with your come. It feels good knowing you're fucking mine."
Another obedient purr. Peter raised an eyebrow, he had to say, Logan is a fine upstanding soldier to be so willing to follow orders. With chuckle he kissed his lover, hands at the tied wrists. "I'm gonna let you go now, I know ya wanna come so badly inside me. But do me a favor and promise me this?" He leans down, nipping at his mutant's ear before whispering in a tone so lewdly seductive he felt proud of himself.
"Fuck me like the animal I know you are."
The belt is loose.
A howling guttural sound vibrates off the walls and Peter had never felt so god damn horny in his short teenage life. All he knows next is that he won't be able to walk for weeks, let alone be a hero for a while.
He's released the Animal from within and that's hot as fuck.
Fuck me YEEEEEESSS—!
