Author's Note: Happy New Year and sorry this is a little late but what started out as a short relationship drabble somehow became telepathic 'ring in the new year' sex. :)

Chapter 5: New Year's Eve, 1969

Logan has never been particularly stealthy, preferring to tackle everything from problems to fights head on. So he's frankly a bit surprised to find himself sneaking his way to the Professor's room, arms loaded and using his heightened senses to avoid bumping into anyone still wandering the halls half an hour before midnight.

"The children are all asleep, Logan, and the others are downstairs waiting to countdown to the New Year."

"You could have told me sooner before I did all this sneaking around Chuck."

The laugh in his head is low and amused. "Best be careful anyway. We wouldn't want to traumatize poor Sean again."

And that makes him snort out loud because the look on Cassidy's face the night he'd caught Logan leaving the Prof's room was damned hilarious. "Yeah, it would probably break his brain if he knew half the shit I'm gonna do to you tonight."

He pushes the door open with a slight nudge of his foot, the Prof having the foresight to leave it slightly ajar. Charles is sitting on the bed with his hands in his lap, looking all kinds of smug and gorgeous in navy silk pajamas.

Tossing the bag of pretzels to the other man he sets the champagne and beer on the night stand before slipping his shoes off and climbing into bed. He doesn't even have a chance to get seated next to Charles before the telepath grabs his arm and yanks him into a heated kiss.

"What was that for?" Not that he's going to complain about the welcome.

The Prof gives him a wicked grin and leans forward until his plush lips just graze the edge of Logan's mouth. "You...," he breathes out slowly and then licks his lips, "...brought pretzels."

And fuck if he isn't getting hard already. "Xavier you're a god damn tease."

Charles arches an eyebrow at him and says with that voice that's part Headmaster and part sex fiend, "It's not teasing if I plan on following through."

Logan laughs and backs away slowly before slipping off the bed to lock the bedroom door. When he turns back around he's treated to the sight of the Professor tearing into the bag of pretzels and then grabbing a beer and tossing it over to him.

"How did you get out of going to the party downstairs?"

He snorts and drops on the bed next to Charles, grabbing a handful of pretzels and taking a swig of his beer. "Easy. I don't do parties. How 'bout you?"

The telepath waggles his brows a bit and then puts on his very serious Professor face for Logan. "I'm feeling a bit tired everyone, I think I'll head up to bed early tonight. You all enjoy your evening and have fun."

Not for the first time Logan thinks, how lucky it is that Charles Xavier is a good and gentle man. With that face and those eyes and his telepathic abilities he could take over the world without lifting a finger. "Lying to your teachers and students Chuck? That's not your usual style," he says with a smirk.

His eyes track the pale white throat as he watches the Prof swallow a mouthful of beer and answer, "Not lying Logan. I was tired. But now I've gotten a second wind and I intend to ring in the new year with a more intimate get together in my room."

The growl is out of his mouth before he's even aware of it. "How intimate are we talking about here Professor?"

Charles takes the beer from Logan's hand and sets it alongside his own on the night stand, then sweeps the bag of pretzels on the floor. "Very intimate. Intensely personal. Thoroughly naked."

That's all the invitation he needs to lean in and kiss him, hands on either side of the telepath's face as he parts the man's luscious mouth with lips and tongue. Their encounters are always intense, just shy of rough and the Prof gives as good as he takes for all he appears to be the soft academic.

"Naked is good," he doesn't even bother with the buttons, pulling Charles' pajama top over his head and yanking it off his arms as the Prof does the same with his shirt. They fall backwards onto the bed, Logan sprawled on top, touching and nuzzling every inch of bare skin he can get his hands on.

Charles nips his bottom lip and then drags his tongue down his neck before diving in for another open mouthed kiss that knocks the wind out of him. He runs his hands across Logan's chest, sliding them down his stomach to his waist and starts unbuckling his jeans. "Hmm...so good."

He sits up and shoves his jeans and underwear off impatiently while Charles watches with a lust filled gaze that sends a tingle up his spine. Logan is naked and hard and aching; his body is tense and the blood in thrumming through his veins in anticipation. "Your turn. I want to see you."

The man smirks at him and then pushes himself up to sit with his back to the headboard before slowing sliding his pajama bottoms down...and he almost comes at the sight of creamy skin and an already slicked entrance laid bare. "Fuck...no underwear Chuck?"

"I had time to kill waiting for you," Charles grins, stroking himself languidly with one hand and pinching his nipple with the other, letting out an obscene moan that makes Logan want to take him and fuck him for hours. "And I like to be prepared."

"Get in my head now Xavier," he parts the Prof's legs gently, tugging the pants off completely and then crawling forward until he's pressing them chest to chest. "I want you to feel what you're doing to me. You're so fucking hot."

And the smile that Charles gives him then is so warm and wide and brilliant that it makes something twist in his stomach; he's not sure he wants to know what it means. He ignores it in favor of licking a pert nipple and worrying it with his teeth, making the body beneath him stiffen and arch into his mouth and hands.

"Oh god...Logan...yes...," and the burst of wanthappygorgeoustouchme wraps around him like a second set of arms. "Touch me please."

He slides down and takes Charles in his mouth, hands pressing the other man's hips to the bed as he licks and sucks and drinks in the sounds and ragged breaths he's pulling out of the Prof. "Like this Chuck? Do you like it when I suck your cock?"

"Yes! Fuck...Logan...want you..."

"Anything you want," he pulls off and presses a soft kiss between hip and thigh, where he knows the sensations are muted for the other man but is no less sweet. "Tell me what you want Charles."

The wide blue eyes looking at him are almost completely black with desire and he thinks he'll never stop wanting to see the Prof like this, so unguarded and trusting with his mind and body totally open to him.

"Fuck me," Charles pants and whines when Logan slips two fingers inside and pushes. "Want you to fuck me hard. Ah!...want to feel every inch of you for hours...want to feel...oh yes...you fucking me and how tight I am around your cock."

"Christ Chuck you're killing me," he slicks himself up with the jar that Charles shoves at him and then slides the other man further down on the bed until he's lying beneath him, flushed and wanton and demanding. "You're gonna make me come like a school boy with that dirty mouth of yours."

And then there's no more talking because he's easing himself inside and it's so fucking tight and hot and incredible and Charles is gripping his shoulders and pushing movemovemove at him as he thrusts. Logan closes his eyes and slams in and out and Charles keens and they're both moaning and their breathing is ragged and he sees himself, sweaty and teeth clenched, fucking in and out like a man possessed and he sees Charles, skin flushed and hair wild, taking it and wanting more and he hears the rising noise coming from downstairs...

"10..."

"9..."

"8..".

He leans down and kisses the Prof's neck and whispers in his ear, "I'm gonna fuck you right into 1970 Chuck," and Charles laughs and parts his mouth with a kiss that's rough and perfect and makes Logan's toes curl.

"7..."

"6..."

"You'd better," and Charles clutches harder, hands gripping and pushing Logan's ass in and out as he pumps inside the tight heat.

"5..."

"4..."

"3..."

And he lifts one of the Prof's legs carefully and shifts and thrusts hard and Charles arches and moans. "Again! Logan...god don't stop!"

"2..."

"1...Happy New Year!"

He's still slamming his hips hard and fast, making the bed creak and Charles is projecting yesfuckmeharderdamnitsogood at him and he's so close and he snarls when the telepath bites his shoulder and he gasps and comes and Charles comes too, riding along with Logan's release, drowning under the cresting waves of intensity and the tight clench of his own ass around the other man's cock.

"Fuck."

"Quite right darling."

He pulls out and rolls onto his back, still panting and trying to catch his breath. "Happy New Year, Chuck."

Charles laughs and that makes him laugh and then they're both laughing hysterically. "Happy New Year, Logan." There's a light kiss on his forehead and then a warm body pressing against his. "I have a feeling 1970 is going to be a good year."

He rolls over and throws an arm around the other man and smirks, "Nah. It's gonna be a fucking great year."

Edited to add: In this 'verse, Charles hasn't lost complete function from the waist down though the sensations are muted and achieving orgasm is hit and miss. He's getting pleasure mostly from riding along with Logan in his head and experiencing things via his telepathy. So please excuse technical and medical inaccuracies as I'm not an expert in paralysis or paraplegic sex. :)