Scott, I'll love you forever.
Chapter 8
Countdown To Christmas.
Dec. 20th
Logan breathed softly on Scott's neck, Scott shivered as the heat brushed across his neck and he squirmed to get loose from Logan's arms. Logan tightened his grip as Scott pushed him deeper in the snow. They struggled for a moment longer but Scott went limp again against Logan's chest.
"You're right, I can't get away from you," Scott murmured in defeat, Logan smirked and kissed Scott's exposed neck sending shivers down Scott's body. Logan let go of Scott and sat up on his elbows only to have Scott push him back into the snow grapping his wrists and throwing all his weight in to keeping the older man down in the snow. Logan smirked and thrust his hips against Scott's. Scott Ground their hips together taking all that Logan would give.
Logan had apologized the night before; he had come in the room with his head bent in shame and his shoulders tense and ready for a fight. Scott had taken him in his arms and kissed him. Logan wasn't good with words, this was a fact that had become painfully obvious in these last few days, but he was excellent with body language. Last night he was a man defeated, lost, and confused, today he was a man redeemed.
Scott was flushed, partly from the physical excretion of the sparing lessons they had just completed and partly because of the sexual excitement he was feeling. Logan's eyes flicked to the hill and pushed Scott off of him standing unsteadily and grasping Scott's forearm in a vice grip and dragging him full tilt back to the cabin.
"What's going on?"
"Snowmobiles, we're going to have guests." Logan said breathlessly unceremoniously tossing Scott towards the bathroom, "Get cleaned up ok?" Scott hadn't heard the rumble of any snowmobiles but the noises of engines soon broke the silents of the house and he could hear Logan's gruff voice mixing with other boisterous voices. Scott scrubbed himself; he wondered why Logan wanted him to get cleaned up. It wasn't like he had to impress anyone here; Scott stopped and looked at the gently scented soap. Logan was trying to show him off; somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted the approval of those men out there. Logan wanted people to like his choose, it made Scott feel like he had just eaten he sun. Everything in the world seemed brighter and he was the center of it.
When Scott emerged from the bedroom hew was radiant the room when silent when he entered. Logan nearly dropped his beer in surprise. Both the young Johnson and Johnson Senior gazed at Scott like they had never seen him before. Scott smiled sheepishly and flopped on the couch thrusting his feet on top of the coffee table, watching Logan run his eye covertly over him; he had that eye patch back on. Scott would have to remember to ask him about it latter.
"Who do you think is likely to win the Stanley Cup this year?" the younger Johnson asked his general pleasant demeanor turned up for some reason.
"I don't… really know whose playing." Scott murmured glancing at Logan for any sort of hint. Logan shrugged and sat down on the couch next to the Johnson Senior and started chatting in French.
"Always with the business." The younger Johnson said rolling his eyes, "those two aren't happy unless they're talking business."
"I had no idea Logan spoke French."
Young Johnson Shrugged, "Well, you know, you have too around here. You know someday the English speaking folks are going to rise up and make them change it."
Scott smiled, "you speak English pretty well."
"Sure I do, we do business with English Speaking folks, and it's a little difficult to do business when you can't understand each other."
"So how long have you and your dad owned the mechanics shop?"
"Forever." Young Johnson shot a reproachful look at his father, "Like a pair of Jews on Delancey Street."
"What?" Scott asked looking at Young Johnson confusedly, then noticing for the first time a quite man sitting on the floor next to Young Johnson. He looked tan and moody, "I don't think we've been introduced." Scott took his feet off the coffee table and stretched his hand out to offer to the man but he turned his face away and stood up walking out of the house. Scott looked at his hand then at Young Johnson. Young Johnson only shook his head and looked at the back door where the man had stormed out.
"Keeton isn't very good with new people." A large man said from next to Johnson taking his nose out of an old issue of national geographic. He was huge it was as if some one had taken Logan and doubled his size.
"Are we going to go at any point or are we going to spend all our time talking about business?" Young Johnson asked testily.
Logan sighed and stood and playfully pushed Young Johnson back into his seat as they filed out into the back yard.
They had ended up at a bar. It was nice all things considered, better than any Scott had ever been in before and it was devoid of whores. The men all sat clustered around a table, even Keeton whom had been persuaded by Logan to join in a round of poker. Old music playing in the back round and the strong smell of cheep Canadian beer was beginning to fill the room as the evening rush came in. They played for a long time until the huge man patted Keeton on the back, "Well boy, we've got to get to the mill early tomorrow, it's time we headed home."
Logan shook hands all around as Scott hung back next to Logan's snowmobile; Logan came back and grinned at him, "you want to learn how to drive this thing?"
Scott looked at the snowmobile and nodded. Logan got on and motioned for Scott to climb on in front of him. Scott leaned back against Logan's chest and felt Logan's lips brush against his ear as he gave instructions. As it turned out driving a snowmobile was not as hard as it might have seemed.
Logan and Scott crashed into bed laughing and holding the other. Scott buried his face in Logan's chest breathing deep. Logan smelled like stale beer and expensive cigars. Logan kissed the top of his Scott's head and pulled ht young man closer to him.
"Did your friends like me?" Scott asked groggily running his hand across Logan's collar bone.
"They thought you were the shit." Logan said quietly, adjusting his grip on Scott. Logan kissed Scott again.
Dec. 21st
They hadn't gotten up at all that day they had just been laying in bed doing nothing and gabbing.
"You know, I don't know anything about you." Scott said drawing a little cercal on Logan's shoulder with his forefinger, "I don't know if I can sleep next to a man I don't know anything about."
Logan narrowed his eyes but continued to smile, "It's a little late to be concerned about that isn't it?"
"Well at least answer a few of my questions."
Logan shrugged and rolled on to his back, Scott planted himself on Logan's chest and smirked.
"Why do you ware that eye patch thing here?"
"Secret Identity," Logan murmured, "I have a life here and a life at the mansion and I don't generally like to mix them." Logan pushed Scott's sunglasses back up his nose a little, "what kind of cake do you like?"
"Chocolate. What color eyes do you have?"
Logan shrugged under Scott, "I have no idea."
"Why?"
"I'm Color blind."
A look of realization came over Scott's face, "oh."
"So what kind of icing do you like on your cake?" Logan asked running his hand down Scott's back.
"Fudge. Have you ever been with a man before?"
Logan nodded curtly and looked away, "Yeah."
"Who?" Scott asked picking his head up off of his arms and blinking in surprise.
"S'not your turn." Logan tucked his hand that had been roaming Scott's back behind his head, "What's your favorite flower?"
"Lilac. Who was it?"
"You know they say that it's a bad idea to tell a current lover about previous lovers… causes jealously and stuff."
"Who?"
"I mean I wouldn't want to know who your customers… I mean I would just get-"
"Who!?" Scott demanded punching Logan in the arm.
"Remy."
"Remy-? He's Gay-? Really?"
Logan's eye went stormy and he roughly flipped Scott onto his back and towered over him, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Scott wrapped his arms around Logan's neck and kissed him still smiling, "Nothing just it seems like he was pretty strait every time I hung out with him."
Logan sighed and kissed Scott back then bending to nibble on Scott's ear lobe. Scott arched and gasped. It was beautiful the way Logan towered over Scott, Scott felt safe and wild whenever they were like this. Logan felt content he felt like he could stay forever in this one place and never have that desire to run off.
"One more question Logan."
Logan nodded and smiled indulgently, "Go on."
"Who is the woman in the photograph?"
"I don't want to talk about her."
Scott studied Logan's face it was a different kind of stormy behind his eyes, Scott consented to lay in silents tracing the muscles under Logan's skin. Logan's face slowly returned to normal and when Scott opened his mouth to apologies Logan stifled it with a long and passionate kiss.
Dec 22nd
Scott opened his yes to see Logan standing shirtless in their room, he turned and smiled at Scott, "Oh good you're awake. I was going to get a shower, you wana' wash my back?"
Scott grinned and slid out of Logan's bed.
They were pressed together tight, hot, wet. Water ran down Logan's face and trickled between their lips as they kissed. The room smelled of hot water and soap and Scott was aching with need. Logan broke the kiss and ran his hand down the length of Scott's side.
Scott dropped to his knees, his hands grasping the tender flesh that hung, now ridge, between Logan's legs. Scott heard Logan's breath catch. He smiled and ran his fist over the tender flesh. Logan thrust an arm out to steady himself against the wall. Scott lowered his lips to Logan's throbbing cock. He liked the tip slowly sensually and he heard a tortured moan come from above his head. Logan tossed his head back and closed his eyes. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as Scott licked the shaft up and down. Scott opened his mouth and let Logan slid in slowly, sensually, deeper and deeper. Logan clenched his fist, in an attempt to stop himself from grapping Scott's hair and fucking his mouth. Scott tortured Logan for a few moments longer before he gave Logan what he wanted.
It was beautiful; it was like music to hear the way Logan moaned under his touch. It was flattering just how much Logan relished Scott's touch. Logan's cum was fantastic, something Scott couldn't have said for most men he had been with. Scott looked up into Logan's eyes as he licked his lips. Water dripped from Logan's shoulders. He was stooped now looking down at Scott a soft look in his eyes. Scott smiled up at Logan and brushed a hand against his muscular leg.
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Happy Boxing Day! Sorry about the delay I've just been busy with the holidays; 'Count Down to Christmas Part Two' will be up soon. This might have had a lot of Grammar issues I'm sorry if it did but I wanted to get it out there. To be honest I keep having stress dreams about this story… I'll be writing and then Wolverine breaks into my house and breaks my computer, then starts yelling about grammar and syntax and theme… yeah Wolverine talking about theme it's… not a fun dream. Any way I stayed up all night trying to hammer this out… sorry if it's awful… *sigh* Ultimately I just wanted my room mate to stop teasing me about talking in my sleep.
Also the amazing tasting cum… maybe not realistic but I have always dreamed of a world where cum would be less bitter… and not make my mouth tingle… not that I'm giving head that often any way… I haven't been a catcher for a long time… Oh look I've been rambling again… I'm sure all of you didn't give a dam about that last bit. Well any way the first bit of 'Boys of Waden School' is up on my bio now… feel free to read it. ^^ I promise to have the second half of the chapter up by… Wednesday.