So sorry I haven't added any new chapters in a while, it's been nuts here getting ready for Thanksgiving. However, I now have a follower on this story! Thanks so much hotcandy101 for liking it enough to follow!
Some m rated stuff in this one. Don't own, don't profit
(Break)
Gambit woke up lat the next morning to the scent of cooking food. He followed it down to the kitchen where Kurt was making bacon, eggs and pancakes and Logan was setting out plates.
"Bout time you woke up. I was just thinking about having Kurt port you to the front lawn of the mansion in your pajamas."
You know I sleep naked, chère. Don' wanna scar de kids, now." Gambit took the cup of coffee being held out by Kurt's tail and took a sip. "Is dere anyting you can't do wit dat tail?" Kurt chuckled.
"Ask Logan."
"That tail can do anything you can think of, and probably more. It's like a separate freaking being sometimes." The tail twitched happily in the air.
"I bet you can't-" Gambit was cut off quickly by Logan.
"You don't want to do that. Trust me."
"Aww, Logan, you never let me have any fun. I vas going to make him vear a sparkly purple and pink jumpsuit." Kurt finished cooking the food and slid it onto serving plates, which his tail set on the table one by one as he filled them.
"So what's de plan for today?" Logan looked at Kurt, who shrugged while taking a drink of orange juice. Then he almost choked on it.
"I have an idea. Ve could go paint-balling."
"Really? Dere's a paintball place around here?"
"Kurt built a paintball field for training. It's huge." Gambit chuckled.
"Dat's what he said."
(Break)
After they had finished breakfast they walked to the paintball field. It was a 15 minute walk through the woods from Logan's house.
"Did you make this before or after you found my house?"
"I just finished it zhe day before I found your house. Don't vorry, I vasn't stalking you. Zhen." Kurt let the other two in the gate, locked it and ported to the other side. He opened a storage shed and took out 3 paintball guns, 3 backpacks, 3 boxes of CO2 and 3 pairs of goggles. He divided the supplies among the backpacks, then added green paintballs to one, pink to another and blue to a third. He locked the shed and handed a gun and backpack to Logan and Gambit. Gambit opened his and frowned.
"Hey, why do I have de pink ones?" Logan chuckled.
"That's Kurt's way of saying he's going to make you his bitch." Kurt, who had merely been trying to pick on Gambit, went along with it.
"Ja" he purred "but don't vorry, you vill enjoy it."
"Funny, I wouldn't peg you fer a top."
"I am vhat is called a 'svitch' in zhe S&M communities."
"Oh, really now?" Logan broke in to stop the conversation before it got dangerous.
"Ok, enough of that. Ground rules: one, no teaming up. Two, time limit is two hours. Three, when the gong sounds, weapons are put away. Any questions?"
"Yeah, what'll I get when I win?" They all thought for a minute before Kurt had a brilliant idea.
"I know! How about zhe loser has to dance to 'Sexy and I know it' on zhe front lawn?"
"I can live wit dat."
"I suppose I can too," Logan grumbled.
"Ok! Zhen ve agree! Everyone pick a direction and walk for ten minutes, zhen zhe games begin!" Kurt gave Logan a quick kiss. "Viel Glück, meine Liebe." He grinned and disappeared. Gambit looked at Logan.
"Did he jest call you" he thought a moment " 'my love'?" Logan nodded.
"Yep." With that, he started jogging into the woods. Gambit shook his head and took off in the other direction. Kurt grinned from his perch high in a tree. This was going to be fun. He could cheat, but that would take all the enjoyment out of it, so he went in a third direction, leaping nimbly through the trees.
(Break)
Logan counted off ten minutes, then began looking for the other two. He picked up Remy's scent and followed it through loops and double-backs until he came into a clearing and the tree beside him exploded, throwing him sideways. He barely registered the three paintballs hitting him as he tried to clear his head and remove a stick from his hand. He heard Remy run away, then curse as paintballs hit him as well. Logan counted six, then heard the bamf of Kurt teleporting. There was a rustle in the leaves above him.
"Your friend is good at hiding." Bamf, the voice moved. "But I think he vill not vin." Bamf. "He is cocky." Bamf. "But so are you." Kurt was right behind him and Logan whirled around and fired, hitting him twice before being hit himself. There was another bamf and Kurt disappeared in a whirl of blue smoke.
(Break)
2 hours later Kurt ported to the gong and rang it. He had considered putting in a PA system, but it would have been too much of a pain. He made his way to the gate on foot, giving Logan and Gambit time to get there. When he arrived Logan was laughing and Gambit was pouting, and it didn't take a genius to see why. Kurt had about a dozen paint marks, Logan perhaps thirty, whereas Gambit was nearly covered.
"I tink you cheated."
"Remy, how did you manage to shoot yourself?" Kurt was amazed at the amount of pink paint on the older man.
"Le's jest say don' get an exploding card near CO2 an paintballs." Logan burst out laughing at this, causing Gambit to scowl all the more.
"Let's go back to zhe house, and I'll buy us lunch. Vill zhat make you feel better?"
"Add beer to dat and it's a deal."
"Done." Kurt put a hand on Logan and Gambit's shoulders and ported them back to the house. After they all showered and changed clothes, Kurt drove them in Logan's truck to a pizza shop in town, the same one where they had run from Scott. They sat at a booth and ordered a giant pizza loaded with toppings and a pitcher of beer. Halfway through the beer Gambit gave up on being sullen and began picking on Logan and Kurt. They ended up demolishing the pizza and going through four pitchers of beer. When their waiter came with their check, he eyed them warily.
"Which one of you is driving?" Logan held up his glass.
"That would be me."
"You're trying to tell me that you, who drank the most of the three of you, are going to drive? Give me your keys."
"How about this. I'll finish my beer, in ten minutes I'll go use your breathalyzer test on the wall there and if it says I'm not ok to drive, I will give you my truck. But if I AM ok to drive, you'll pick up the tab." The waiter was sure that the big man wouldn't pass the test even if he waited an hour, so he held out his hand.
"I'll take that bet." They shook hands and the waiter walked away to tell his coworkers about the truck he was about to win.
"Logan!" Kurt exclaimed "vhat are you doing?" Logan chuckled and pulled Kurt over to cuddle him.
"Trust me. This isn't my first rodeo."
Ten minutes later exactly, the waiter stood pointedly beside the breathalyzer mounted to the wall and waited impatiently while Logan stood, stretched and ambled over.
"What's your hurry?" Logan asked as he fed the machine a dollar and retrieved the straw it popped out.
"Just want to get my truck scheduled for a paint job."
"You're awful cocky." Logan blew into the straw as directed, and soon a green number popped up. The waiter's jaw dropped.
"That's not possible. Machine must be busted."
"Kurt?" Logan called across the room." Kurt ported over in a puff of blue smoke.
"Yes?"
"Need ya to prove a point for me." Logan fed the machine another dollar and set up another straw.
"Anyzhing, my love."
"Blow in this straw till a number pops up." Kurt complied, and soon a red number popped up. "Machine works fine. Have a good night." Logan put his arm around Kurt's waist and led him to the door, where Gambit met them with a huge grin.
"Way to score us free food." Logan chuckled.
"Kurt got us free Chinese once by opening the door in his straight jacket and a dog collar."
(Break)
At dinner, Kurt stood up and made an announcement.
"I vould like to announce zhat Gambit vill be presenting a special performance for zhe all X-men over zhe age of sixteen on zhe front lawn in an hour." This was met by applause by the ones who could attend and groans by those who couldn't.
An hour later, there was a decent crowd assembled around three sheets held up by sticks driven into the ground. There was a bamf behind them, and Kurt stepped out and addressed the crowd.
"I vould like to thank you all for coming to zhis special event. Vithout further delay, I present to you Gambit!" With a flourish, he pulled down the curtains to reveal Remy standing on a makeshift platform. He winked and pressed a button on a boombox, beginning the music. As the song played, he danced provocatively, unbuttoning his shirt and making a show of taking it off and whirling it around above his head to show off his well-defined abs. He continued to dance and throw out kisses and winks until the song ended and he bowed to thunderous applause.
(Break)
That night they decided to stay in and watch movies, so Kurt borrowed a stack of comedies from Kitty and Gambit bought some beer. The first two were good, then Logan grabbed one from the middle of the stack and put it in without looking at it. The plot seemed a little dull, something about three guys living together, but when they started taking off each other's clothes, it was easy to figure out what kind of movie it was. No one made a move to turn it off though, and by the time it was over they were all feeling the effects. As the credits were rolling, Remy looked over at Logan and Kurt and spoke rather huskily.
"So, anyone wanna re-enact de last scene?" Logan whispered something in Kurt's ear, Kurt thought and whispered something back. They looked at Remy, then each other and nodded. Logan whispered something else to Kurt, and Kurt nodded, stood, walked over to Remy and straddled him.
"So, you vant to play, do you?" He leaned over and nipped at Remy's ear, then bit gently at his neck as he nodded, unable to form words. Logan walked over and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, working on unbuttoning Remy's shirt. Kurt ported them to the bed, and Logan shifted to kneel behind Remy to work on the shirt and bite the other side of his neck. After the pesky shirt had been removed, Logan stepped back and let Kurt work.
Kurt pushed Remy down to lay on his back, then straightened and removed his own shirt. Remy ran his fingers over Kurt's stomach, feeling the lines of his scars and taking in the muscles hidden under Kurt's baggy clothes. He pulled him down to him and was about to kiss him when he was stopped by Kurt's tail and Logan's growl of "no." Kurt smiled and began nipping his neck and down his chest. He left a trail of marks down to the waistband of Remy's jeans, then unbuttoned them using his mouth. Remy moaned as Kurt removed his pants and resumed biting and sucking at his neck. Logan moved behind Kurt and made quick work of his pants by simply cutting them off. Kurt reacted by biting Remy's nipple, making him yelp. Kurt grinned and used his tail to grab the lube, coat himself and his fingers with it and hand it back to Logan. He began to prepare Remy as Logan prepared him while Remy groaned under him, unable to wait any longer.
"Dat's good enough, jest do it already!" Kurt pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at Remy's entrance, waiting for Logan to get into position before slowly pushing in. His eyes rolled back in his head at the feeling of being inside Remy while Logan was inside him, and he allowed Logan to set the pace. Logan kept it slow until they were all breathing heavily and Kurt was muttering under his breath in German, then he picked up the pace until Remy cried out and came, which caused Kurt to go over the edge, which of course caused Logan to climax. They collapsed in a pile on the bed, too exhausted to move. Eventually Remy moaned and pushed the other two off of him.
"Boy, if he ever treats you wrong, you come to me," he said breathlessly to Kurt, who laughed.
"Not likely, but danke, Remy. How about ve go soak in zhe hot tub?" Logan sat up and promptly rolled off the bed.
"Ow. Let's go do that."
Soaking in the tub, Remy sunk down, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Dis is nice. Too bad I gotta leave in de mornin'." Logan lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring.
"Where ya heading now?"
"Paris, I tink. Rogue mutant's been terrorizin' de tourist attractions."
"Sounds like fun."
"Yep, gonna be a real blast. I'm goin to bed, you two take care, now."
"Night."
"Gute Nacht, Remy."
(Break)
In bed later, Kurt snuggled up to Logan and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Zhat vas fun, but let's not make it a regular zhing." Logan chuckled.
"Good, I was worried about you taking Remy up on his offer."
"You know you're zhe only man I need. He kissed Logan tenderly. "Ich liebe dich"
"I love you too."
"Logan?"
"Hmm?"
"Up for round two?" Logan grinned.
"Oh yeah."
(Break)
Back at the mansion, Kitty was panicking, she couldn't find her 'Hot College Threesomes' DVD. She remembered handing Kurt a stack of movies and tried to bang her head against the wall, but ended up going through it and landing in a heap in the hallway.
(Break)
Early the next morning Kurt crawled out of bed unwillingly. He had fun the night before but now he was tired and sore. Walking into the room Gambit had stayed in, he found the bed had been stripped and the bedding was in a neat pile with a note on top of it.
'Thanks for everything. -G'
Kurt grabbed the laundry, ported to the basement, got it in the washer, then ported to the kitchen to start the coffee before beginning his prayer and meditation.
Logan woke up to an empty bed and frowned. He knew Kurt had training this morning, but he hadn't known it was so early. He followed the smell of coffee to find a note propped against the pot.
'Early training today, then helping Storm, so you're on your own for breakfast and lunch. -K
P.S. Would you return Kitty's movies please?'