Part 3 of SCOGAN. The "moment" has been had, and now it's time for the fun stuff. :D
Initially, there was going to be one final chapter to the story. "Ideal Brought To Life" was going to be one big sex-fest, and that was it. But when I got to the smut, I came down with a writer's block the size of the Hoover Dam.
TheMadSlasher, again, was an enormous help to me. In fact, from this point onwards, you might be able to catch his influence in quite a bit of the series.
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The locker room doors slammed shut with a click as Scott fumbled desperately for the lock, his lips and tongue completely overwhelmed by Logan's kiss. They were alone now...the barriers between them down for the first time...and Scott was damned if anything was going to fuck that up.
Logan's fingers found their way to his waist and yanked, pulling the sturdy armored mesh of his pants apart with sheer, brute force. Scott gasped as the two fragments of his pants fell to the side, freeing his stiff, swollen cock to lift and bob in the air. God-DAMN, he's strong, the leader thought. I keep forgetting how much power he actually has.
The feel of Logan's arms around him, knowing that strength, caused Scott to break into a sweat, but he felt Logan lap it up as soon as it started to bead on his skin. Their two naked bodies mashed together, Logan's stocky, hairy musculature pressing and rubbing against Scott's lean, smooth frame, and Scott gasped at the feel of the coarse fur and skin. Looking down, he saw their hard-ons mash together. Logan's was thick and stout, like the man himself, but to call it 'short' would have been a severe disservice. Not that he himself had anything to be ashamed of...his own manhood was a rising pillar of flesh, already leaking a steady stream of precum from his insane attraction to the gorgeous, rebellious man kissing him.
God...I can't get enough of him! The taste, the feel, the sounds of the man kissing him made Scott ravenous in a way he'd never been before. Dropping to his knees, he buried his face in Logan's genitals for a moment, nuzzling and licking the shaft and balls with moans of appreciation.
"Summers...dammit...don't you fuckin' tease me..."
Scott chuckled to himself as he heard the frustration in the man's voice. Years of infuriation and insubordination suddenly felt vindicated by this one moment where he got to irritate big, bad Logan for a change. But this wasn't about revenge. This was about pleasure, and showing respect and admiration for the man who had shown him there was more to life than the chain of command.
Scott opened his mouth and took Logan inside, tasting the salty head of his cock as he went down. He looked up at the wild, primal god standing over him, eyes closing in pleasure, and almost came right there. He felt Logan's fingers entwine in his hair and stay there, not gripping, not forcing or controlling him...just squeezing gently to encourage him. His confidence bolstered by this, Scott started to bob his head back and forth, feeling Logan's meat piston in and out of his mouth as he worked his tongue around.
"Unngh! Fuck, Slim...where the hell'd you get so good at this?"
Scott didn't answer...not only was his mouth full, but it was a chapter in his life he didn't like to revisit. But Logan wasn't like that string of callous, apathetic men in the years before Xavier's. He drove Scott insane with lust.
Logan pistoned slowly in and out of Scott's mouth, sounds of appreciation flowing from his throat. If he were honest with himself, he'd wanted to do this since Day One...to take the stiff, uptight leader and make him bring the barriers down, level the playing field between leader and team member by making him his sexual equal..
Now that he was on the same level, Logan could see past the title...see that there was a guy under the visor and the harshness and the 'big tough alpha' persona he projected, someone who only did all of that and pissed Logan off because he thought he was doing the right thing.
It's the dream. He sees Chuck's dream, an' he wants it t'be real. I admire that.
Whaddaya know, Slim's fuckin' hot after all.
When he pulled out of Scott's mouth with a pop, Scott let out a moan of disappointment, but that was quickly stifled with a hot, sloppy kiss as Logan hauled him to his feet.
"Chill, Summers. We're just gettin' started...you were doin' awesome. I just want some, too."
He sank to his knees and swallowed Scott whole, much to the taller man's surprise. The shock of it sent him reeling, and he couldn't take his eyes off the unutterably sexy sight of this human beast, this fierce, fiery man, on his knees in front of him, blowing him...
Because he wants to. He'd never do it if he didn't want to. And I swear to God, I love that about him.
Indeed, Logan was growling in pleasure, jerking himself off while he sucked Scott, and the vibrations travelling through Scott's dick almost made him blow right there.
"Logan, God, it's too much...I can't...I don't wanna..."
Logan pulled off...just long enough to grin defiantly at him. "Oh, you're gonna. An' this is just the first time."
When he dove back onto Scott's prick, the taller man sqeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to hold back...but he was no match for the years of experience and pure, raw drive of his lover, and the dam inside him broke in a surge of pleasure. With a cry halfway between a moan and a shout, Scott gripped Logan's hair and pumped madly into his mouth, his cock swelling and shooting harder than he had done in a long time. For a moment, he felt like his soul was going to shoot through his dick, but Logan's hands gripped him, steadied him, kneaded his muscular ass, and Scott regained his balance as he sat down. His heart raced, his skin flushed, sweat gleamed on his body as Logan licked off the last of his load and trailed kisses up his body, still rock hard. "Need a minute?" he asked, both gentleness and challenge in his voice as he smirked to his partner.
Scott looked up at Logan, his nethers tingling already. How the hell does he do that?! "I...I think I'd better...but..." he looked longingly at Logan's own raging hard-on, and then his eyes got purposeful. "...I can still handle you."
"Ya think so? OK, Slim...let's see what'cha got." With a smirk, Logan laid Scott full-length across the bench, straddling his face as he pushed his cock slowly past the leader's lips, his hands supporting Scott's head as he started pistoning in and out all over again, feeling Scott's tongue writhe over his shaft...now that the immediate edge was gone, Scott could do what he was good at, what he'd been famous for in the time between one hellish orphanage after another and a better life with the X-Men. Only now, he wanted to do it, wanted to make Logan feel as mind-blowingly good as he did. He's earned all the pleasure I can give him, and then some.
Logan's moans echoed in Scott's ears, seeming to travel straight to his cock and bring it back to life. His hands felt up the stocky, hirsuite body, gliding over the rough fur and loving the electric charge it sent through his skin. Every time he touched a new place on Logan's body, the smaller man seemed to lurch, pushing forward into his mouth and back into Scott's touch. Those lurches and thrusts were like booster shots for Scott's ego...this was Logan, untamed and untamable, and he was doing this to him!
"Guh! Dammit...Slim, I ain't...too far off..."
Scott moaned in encouragement....a moan that travelled through Logan's prick and seemed to vibrate his balls in the sac. That was all she wrote, as the wild man started bucking uncontrollably, pumping in and out of Scott's mouth with grunts and growls of primal, feral pleasure as his seed burst down the taller man's throat. For his part, Scott drank it down greedily, his throat and jaw muscles working to coax every last drop out of Logan's stiff cock.
Still hard as steel, Scott noticed as he pulled off, even after that load.
"Healin' factor," Logan said, panting for breath. "Takes a helluva lot ta make it go down once it's gone up." His dark eyes seemed to bore into Scott, burning to the core of his being and lighting the fires of his lust all over again. "Ya still want it?"
"Are you kidding? That's the hottest thing I've ever heard."
Even as it came out of Scott's mouth, he realized it was true. He'd spent his whole life repressing himself, bottling things up...even around Jean he only felt like he could let go so much, though he never let it on. He was good at never letting on.
But not anymore. Now Logan would take everything he'd bottled up, and give it all back. And Logan knew it, too. His smile was wolfish, hungry...he was looking forward to this as much as Scott was.
"Good answer, Scotty. Hope ya don't plan on sleepin' t'night...I sure's hell don't."
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