The penultimate chapter in my SCOGAN series.
TheMadSlasher, as he has throughout this entire story, served as both inspiration and example to me. Parts of these final two chapters were derived heavily from our Scogan RP. For that, and everything else he helped me with (including keeping me on task!), I view this Scogan series as a collaboration with him.
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Of course, Logan hadn't bothered to dress.
Scott knew he didn't care one way or the other whether anyone saw him naked, unless they were someone he didn't want to offend. And now he knew that there was no way in hell him being naked could ever offend Scott.
Even if I walked in on you fucking the hell out of someone else...Remy, Ororo, hell, even Jean...it'd still be hot. I don't own you, I don't want to. I just want to take part in it with you.
Scott still didn't know how he'd gotten his own clothes on, let alone how he and Logan had made it up the elevator and stairs from the sub-basement to his bedroom without getting caught up in each other again.
But as soon as Logan closed the door behind him, it didn't matter anymore. All there was was heat, and hardness, and Scott's lean, only slightly hairy body was pressing against the feral's much more hirsuite, muscled frame. The "Xavier Institute For Higher Learning" shirt he'd thrown on was suddenly on the ground again, his blue jeans pooled about his ankles beside it.
The sight and smell and sound of him were beautiful, deep brown eyes locked on him with the most intense stare Scott imagined Logan had ever given anybody. Still trying to figure out how they'd gone from bickering like teenagers to wanting to fuck in the space of a single afternoon.
Scott didn't care. All he knew was that his sexy, rebellious, incredible creature was here, and for right now, he was here for Scott. He pulled Logan in for another kiss, their naked bodies grinding together, cocks hardening against the feel of one another. It was primal, the basest of savagery as Scott understood it, but it felt so fucking right...
"On the bed, Scotty," Logan breathed. "I'm sick of only gettin' to look at that fine ass. I want some. Now. An' later, that Summers dick that keeps Jean so fuckin' happy is goin' inside me too."
Oh God. Logan was saying everything Scott had ever fantasized about, and it was going straight to his dick. He was going to explode if he didn't get Logan's cock inside him right the fuck now, and he said so, even as Logan pushed him backwards onto the bed.
Logan chuckled. Christ, even his laugh is sexy. "Ya gotta wait a little bit longer, Slim. I ain't never hurt no one with this fucker, and I ain't never gonna, either. Yer gonna get my dick, Scott, that's a fuckin' promise. But not till yer ready for it." Then he went to his knees and lifted Scott's legs, spreading his muscular thighs apart.
"Beautiful..." was all Scott heard before Logan dove in face-first, rimming him to within an inch of his life, and it felt amazing. His cock strained into the air, throbbing and begging for attention, but Scott controlled himself. He knew if he touched his cock while Logan's tongue was buried in his ass, he'd lose it again, and they were just getting started.
So for a few torturous moments he lay on his back, and moaned, and cried out when Logan hit his prostate. He wanted more, wanted everything the feral could do to him, but at the same time, he didn't want Logan to ever stop what he was already doing...
Finally, his problem was solved for him, when Logan leaned over him again, his lips attaching to one of Scott's dark red nipples as he held the taller man's legs apart and thrust into him, slowly and inexorably. Scott squeezed his eyes shut and let out a long, drawn-out moan of pleasure/pain at the intrusion...he felt like he'd been waiting for this forever, and now that he had it it was everything he'd imagined it to be!
"Yeah, Slim, ya like that?" Logan's voice was coming back to him through his haze of pleasure, and Scott found himself aching again. "Toldja I wouldn't hurt ya...I'm just gonna fuck you like you fuckin' deserve."
"Y-yes...oh, fuck yes..." Scott breathed, panting. "Tell me...Logan...God, tell me everything. Everything I deserve, everything you wanted to do. Please..."
Logan looked at him askance for a moment, then broke into a salacious smile, giving Scott's nipple a long, slow lick as he lazily pushed in and out of him. "A'right...where th'fuck do I start?"
He leaned in close, still keeping up that slow, torturous rhythm as he whispered in his leader's ear. "Sometimes ya piss me off so bad I just wanna pop a claw in yer brain...but I know that ain't you, not fer real. When I see you, th'real you, it's so fuckin' hot..."
His hips were rocking faster, his thrusts deeper. Scott felt himself rocked back on the bed with every thrust, heard the protesting squeak of the springs...and didn't give a damn. This was his moment, and Logan's, and the rest of the world be damned.
"There's times...when I see ya need it, an' I ain't pissed off at'cha...I wanna take ya real slow an' gentle...make love to ya like a virgin on his weddin' night. Most a'the time, though, I just wanna plow ya, fuck ya hard enough ta make ya scream...hear my name on those hot fuckin' lips, beggin' me fer more, tellin' me ta do it..."
"HARDER!" Scott cried out, as a dam burst inside him. His eyes locked with Logan's, desperation and demand in them. "Come on then, you sexy fucking bastard, give it to me like you know you want to!"
"All ya had ta do was ask, Scotty," Logan replied, and then Scott's world exploded in a blaze of pleasure as the feral pistoned in and out of him with the speed and intensity of a jackhammer, battering his prostate with a barrage of thrusts so fierce and intense that Scott felt like he was going to split in two. Their hands were all over each other, groping, tugging, and caressing, as their lips met in a searing kiss that seemed to burn Scott from the inside out...delicious, agonizing waves of sensation he never wanted to end.
All too soon, it was over in a blinding flash of heat. Light flashed behind Scott's eyelids as his entire body surged with energy, and his cock swelled in Logan's fist as he convulsed, screaming his lover's name as he came, the waves of seed exploding all over him. The spasms of his body, and especially the clenching of his ass around Logan's cock, triggered something in the feral, and he leaned forward and latched onto Scott's neck, biting down as he gave a final barrage of thrusts, and growling intensely around his mouthful of flesh as he, too, hit his climax.
To Scott, everything went black for a moment. He was brought to his senses by a warm, wet tongue lapping at him, starting with the fresh bite mark on his neck, and travelling over the rest of his body from there.
"Didja like that?" Logan whispered roughly in his ear, sending a thrill through Scott all over again.
"Logan...that was...I've never..."
"No, you ain't never," the feral man responded with a grin. "Sex ain't never been that big a deal fer ya, has it, Slim? Just came with the whole relationship package, ya went through the motions, shot th' load, an' got on with yer life."
"Well, not exactly..." Scott started, but Logan put a finger to his lips. Christ, he wanted to suck that finger.
"Oh yeah, I got it. Yer too much of a Boy Scout t'not treat'cher partners right...make sure they got their rocks off too. But sex ain't just a matter o' give an' take...it's somethin' ya gotta feel. That's what separates us from the animals, Scooter...f'r them, it's all about the act, scratchin' the itch. We're th' only species onna planet that has it f'r reasons besides poppin' out more babies or establishin' a hierarchy...well, us an' dolphins." His grin bespoke pure filth. "But I'd rather fuck you than fuck a dolphin any day."
"Me too," the taller man said wryly. This close, he couldn't avoid it, and didn't want to...he planted an affectionate kiss on Logan's lips. He was rewarded by the surprised expression on the other man's face, followed by an eager return of the kiss, a tidal wave of shared masculinity that surged through both of them, blasting Scott's brain into pieces again.
Then, Logan was climbing off him, grabbing a towel from his nightstand. Scott reached for him almost unconsciously...when do I get my turn? he was about to say, when he caught the glint of the man's dark eyes...just a second before something landed on the bed beside him.
He turned to look. It was a leather jacket.
"Get cleaned up an' put that on. We're goin' ridin'."
Scott nodded and reached for his jeans, but Logan shook his head. "Nuh-uh. Th' jacket, boots, gloves, an' a helmet. That's it."
"You're kidding." Scott was convinced. Logan had finally flipped. Somehow his orgasm had short-circuited his brain.
Logan smirked. "Not this time, Scotty. You need t'loosen up in the worst fuckin' way...an' I'm gonna do that the best way I know how...by showin' ya what it's like t'be me fer a night."
"And flashing everyone in upstate New York is part of this plan?"
"Yup. You gotta learn t'say 'fuck you' t'all those things ya set store by...the rules, the regulations, the goddamn timetable ya set'cher whole life by...you stay in control every fuckin' second o'yer life, never let yerself be really free. I'm gonna fix that."
Scott gave Logan a quizzical look even as he reached for his boots. "And this accomplishes..."
"It don't accomplish a damn thing. Yer gonna have fun with me t'night, Scotty. Stupid, sexual, college-boy fun. Got a problem with that?"
Scott mulled it over in his mind. Cyclops was screaming in his head...going on about responsibilities and images to uphold and putting the good of the team before his own selfish desires.
Cyclops could piss off.
He was Scott Summers tonight...not the Boy Scout, not the Fearless Leader, but the man he could have been. And he was going to be a little bit selfish, a little crazy, just for this one night.
He pulled on his boots, threw the jacket on, and put on his gloves. Nothing else touched his skin, save for his sunglasses.
"Where's my helmet?"
Logan's grin got him hard as a rock again. This was going to be a night unlike any other he'd had his entire life. Even if Cyclops never let him do anything like this ever again, Scott was damned well going to enjoy himself for this one night.
Fuck control. Fuck inhibitions. Logan's right...tonight, I'm going out there completely unfettered.
The door slammed shut behind them, and Scott felt like he'd left an immensely heavy burden back in that room. He didn't ever want to have to pick it up again.
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