Logan pushed himself up and adjusted himself. His obvious boner protruded through his pants in a way that almost made Hank laugh, but he knew not to. Logan opened the seat of the bike and pulled out the water bottles, then the leather uniforms, and finally a thick blanket that Hank had mistaken for simply the bottom of the compartment. He took the blanket with him as he walked farther into the field, and just before he disappeared into the darkness, he stopped. He unfolded the blanket and set it on the ground. Hank watched as Logan flattened out the blanket, pulling at each end until it was perfect. Then he walked back.
"What's the blanket for?"
"To sleep on." Hank took a second to think about what he just said.
"But it's freezing out."
"Are you cold?" Hank stood slowly. Other than the wind against his wet cock he felt fine.
"No" he responded. Logan smiled.
"Then we'll sleep out here."
"Logan... I don't know."
"Oh come on, blue." The nick name stuck in his heart like a warm sweater straight from the dryer. He felt himself blush again, but he knew it was a ridiculous idea.
"Logan, maybe we should-"
"Leather can be warm."
"Huh?"
"Actually, leather can be pretty hot."
"What are you talking about?" Logan gestured to the ground beside the bike. There, glistening lightly from the bikes headlights, were their uniforms. Hank caught on right away. "Oohh... Kinky."
"Thought you'd agree." Logan pulled his shirt off slowly, making it more of a show than anything. In the dim light, the shadows on his body made him look even more muscular than usual. Hank felt his erection growing. Logan then slipped off his jeans. He looked like he was about to freeze, but he still played up the sexiness.
"You gunna join me? Or do I have to freeze alone?" He smiled and slid down his underwear, exposing his cock again. It was just as big as before, but in the light it seemed to glisten, almost as though it was wet. Hank assumed it must be precum.

Hank unbuttoned his shirt very slowly, moving his hips from side to side in an attempt to look sexy, but he ended up looking more like a paraplegic Sasquatch. Logan smiled big and began to stroke himself. Hank dropped his shirt to the ground and undid his jeans.
"Can I put my uniform on? I'm gunna be a Logancicle pretty soon."
"Go ahead, just promise me I get to take it off you when were a little... warmer."
"You have my word." With that he bent down to pick up the jacket, but he did it in a way that put his ass right in front of Hank. Hank smirked and pushed him. Logan stumbled and caught himself on the bike.
"What was that for?"
"It was right there. Either I pushed it, or fucked it."
"You picked the wrong option..." Hank smiled and slid his underwear off. They both stood stark naked in the dark, seeing each other only by the dim light of the motorcycle. Its rumble was deep as it cut through the silence of the night. Logan bent down again and picked up his leather pants.
"We gunna do this? Or what?" Hank bent down and grabbed his jacket, and on the way up he gave Logan's cock a little lick.
"Were going to do this." He raised his arms and let the jacket slide on. It was snug, mostly for agility in battle, but for now it just looked hot. Logan pulled on his pants and buttoned them up, leaving his cock and balls hanging out through the opened zipper.
"That's hot."
"Ya think?"
"I do."
"Put some pants on." Logan picked up Hank's pants and threw them to him. He pulled them on, and buttoned them the same way Logan had, leaving everything hanging out.
"That does look hot."
"Aren't you cold without a shirt on?"
"It adds to the thrill of it."
"You sure like thrill."
"What can I say? I like being kinky."
"I can tell." Logan walked slowly closer and rubbed Hank's cock slowly with the palm of his hand. It was colder than usual, and Hank cringed at the freezing touch.
"Can you be kinky?" That seductive smirk made its way back to Logan's face, but more lustful than before.
"I can sure as hell try."
"Good." Logan slowly bent down to his knees. He looked at the monster before him, and smiled. "Hello again" he said, almost cheerfully before wrapping his lips around it. Hank thought of the words over and over in his head. "Can you be kinky?" Could he be? He didn't know. He had never been forced to be. His mind wasn't fully there, seeing how half of it was in his other head, the one Logan was attending to. He filed through his brain, playing out different situations, but scrapping each one. Finally, he gave in to his better instincts.

"Logan?" Logan looked up at him and licked his lips.
"Yeah?"
"How do you be 'kinky'?" Logan thought for a moment, stood and began to pace. Hank watched him for a while, admiring his body, but confused that Logan couldn't come up with an answer quick enough. "Logan?" Logan raised a finger to sush him, and continued to pace. Without looking up, he muttered to himself "well, I guess being kinky starts with a little force..."
"Force?" In a split second he was on the ground, Logan on top of him. Their mouths here pressed together, but Hank wasn't really doing anything. Logan lifted himself from Hank's face and smiled.
"What's going through your head right now?"
"You scared me, and my back hurts now..."
"And?"
"And why did you stop?" Hank wrapped his arms around the back of Logan's neck and pulled him in close, hovering for a second before taking the plunge. After a second or two, Hank began to rock himself. Logan stopped the kiss.
"What are you doing?" Hank just smiled. With one powerful rock, they turned, putting Logan on the bottom. Hank grabbed Logan by the wrists and forced his hands into the ground beside him. He couldn't move. Hank bent forward, and just before that were about to kiss, Hank opened his mouth.
"Quit stalling" he said, slight irritation and pure lust in his voice.
"You quit stallin'. Just fuck me already." Without letting go of Logan's wrists, Hank pushed himself up and sat on Logan's stomach.
"Oh, you would want that, wouldn't you...?"
"Now you're getting the hang of bein' kinky." Hank wasn't really sure what had come over him, but he liked the power. He shifted himself higher onto Logan's chest, his half flaccid cock lying just below Logan's chin.
"Suck it" he demanded. A look of confusion made its way to Logan's face. He wasn't used to Hank being this forceful, but it was hot. The grass under his bare back was cold and moist, and the weight of Hank was forcing him into the ground, making it harder to breathe, but he was too horny to notice. Hank took Logan's wrists and forced them over his head, then switched the left one into his right hand. His hands were large enough to hold both of Logan's to the ground, and this left him with a free hand. He grabbed his cock, shifted himself a little closer, and dropped it onto Logan's lips. "I said suck." Hank was scaring himself with how demanding he was being, but he had never been in control before, and it felt too good to pass it up. Logan opened his mouth and licked the underside of the meat slowly. Hank tilted his hips so that it was facing more down Logan's throat. Before he moved on, Hank had to make sure he wasn't making Logan uncomfortable. He lifted himself out of Logan's mouth. "You like this?"
"Oh fuck yes. I've never been the dominated one before. Don't stop." Hank lifted his hips and aligned himself, then plunged his rod deep into Logan's throat. Logan made a bit of a gargling noise, but took the whole thing. He stayed there for a while, then began to pump his hips, fucking Logan's mouth. He turned to see Logan's cock, hard as ever, just sitting stark up. He reached for it with his free hand and began to stroke it. Logan clenched his jaw slightly, not to bite, but with the shock of his cock being touched. Hank thrust in faster, and had it so each thrust matched with a pump of Logan's cock. Hank felt some precum run down his hand from Logan. Then Hank got an idea of his own. He let go of Logan's wrists, and slowly turned himself around, never stopping his hips. He made a full 180 turn, and found himself staring at Logan's hard member. He lowered his head, and began to suck. He sucked for a good 5 minutes, when he felt Logan push on his hips. He pulled out of Logan's mouth and sat on the grass beside him.
"You ok?"
"We gotta ditch the pants. I wanna go all the way."