Title: Unusual behavior

Author: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17, sex and sex, a one night stand, unknown voyeurism

Pairing/main characters: Iceman/unknown male, Wolverine/Iceman

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: A Mooky boy as the X-Men have never seen him.

Disclaimer: Marvel's...

Archive/distribution: Sure! Just let me know where, ok?

Notes: For those that don't know...and shame on you... the line about 42, The Answer, and Deep Thought is from Douglas Adams and his wonderful series of "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" "Life, the Universe and Everything." "Restaurant at the End of the Universe" "So Long and Thanks for All the Fish" and "Mostly Harmless". If you haven't read them...go do it now! :P

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Unusual behaviour

By RabidX

He strode up to the door of the club, bypassing the line of anxious men waiting to get in. The bouncer didn't tell him to get back, but mearly commented that it had been a while and please go right in. He felt the envious and angry stares on his back as he did. He ignored them. Anyone who couldn't get in was not worth his time tonight.
His friends wouldn't have recognized him. The cruel, arrogant statement would have been a foreign one to them. The tight black leather pants and boots, the body hugging, long sleeved fishnet shirt and leather vest they had never seen. Black lacquered nails would have made them wonder if this was a joke. One look into his eyes, dark and hard, would have told them that for once, Robert Drake was not in a joking mood.
He walked into the club, dark, smoky, throbbing lights and music, throbbing bodies on the dance floor. Everywhere one looked, there were men. Most of them were leather boys but there were a few in drag. And collars. And chains. Drake, he never thought of himself as 'Bobby' here, that was for the X-Men who had branded him a perpetual child, pushed his way over to the bar and ordered a double whiskey.
As he sat on his stool, back to the bar, legs stretched out in front of him and to hell with anyone's need for space, men watched him, looked at him, some in open hunger, some wondering what his role here was. Hunter or Hunted. A large tattooed, pierced muscle man came over and grabbed his wrist possessivly. Drake looked at the hand gripping him, and back up at the man's face. With a practiced flick of his arm, he released the grip on it.
"Not your type." Drake said.
"Lemme judge that sweetheart." the man said leaning over.
Drake pushed him back. "No. *I* will be the judge of that. Now shove off muscle boy or you'll get hurt."
The large man staggered back a step and looked stunned. He made one more move forward and felt his pants grow ice cold. His eyes grew wide.
"Uncomfortable ain't it?" Drake drawled. "Keep coming and you. Will. Get. Hurt."
The man backed off quickly. Drake returned to his drink. Only the people at the bar had noticed the exchange and they went back to their drinks quickly. Drake drained off his whiskey. Time to dance.
A few songs later, Drake had found his target for the night. A young, slender boy really, just 18 if that, or a very young looking 21, bar laws and all, long eyelashes, bright eyes, long tender limbs. Drake smiled. Very nice. He danced closer to him. The boy noticed and smiled shyly. Drake smiled back, and licked his lips. The boy bit his lower lip. Very nice indeed.
Drake slid over and placed a hand on the boy's waist. The boy drew closer, placing an hand on Drake's chest. They danced, sliding and slowly gyrating against each other, chests and crotches grazing tantalizingly. Drake reached out and tangled his hand in the boy's shoulder length blonde hair and pulled him closer. He kissed the boy forcefully, driving his lips open, claiming his tongue and mouth with his. The boy whimpered and melted against him.
Drake broke the kiss and took the boy's wrist. He led him to the back, where there were small, closet like rooms where club goers could get to know each other... better. He found one that didn't have the red light over the door on and pulled the boy in. Locking the door and flicking on the light, a dim naked bulb, he pulled the boy roughly to him.
His hands roamed over the boy, touching, groping, caressing him. The boy writhed and moaned, his hands pressed against Drake's chest. His slender body was shaking with desire. Drake pressed hard kisses to his neck and bit the pulse beating there. The boy bucked against him.
"Oh God please." the boy whispered.
"Please what?" Drake growled in his ear.
"What ever you want." the boy panted, rubbing himself shamelessly against Drake's thigh.
Drake pulled his head back by his hair, exposing his neck to him. He licked the hollow of his throat while one hand opened the skin tight jeans and slid in. The boy's erection throbbed in his hand and he spun him around. He held the boy tight against him, grinding his own erection against the boy's ass as he roughly fisted his cock. Moments later, the boy came in Drake's hand with a loud cry, his body shuddering.
One hand on the back of his neck, Drake pushed the boy over, hands against the wall. He pulled his jeans down and fumbled his own tight leathers open. He slicked himself with the boy's cum. Grabbing the slim hips in front of him, Drake slammed his cock deep into the boy. The boy stifled a scream on his arm. Drake slammed himself over and over into the tight, grasping heat. After a few thrusts, the boy began to push back, and Drake fucked him harder. With a roar, Drake came, pumping himself deep into the boy.
A few shaking moments later, Drake pulled out of the boy. He fumbled a roll of paper towels off the only other thing in the room besides the light bulb, a ledge, and cleaned himself off. He pulled his leathers closed and turned to go. The boy raised a questioning eyebrow to him, as if to ask 'Want me for more?' but Drake shook his head and left. The boy shrugged and cleaned himself off. There would be others.
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Logan pulled his bike over to the curb. It couldn't have been. No way. He could have sworn he had seen Bobby Drake waltzing into a leather bar so exclusive it didn't have a sign out front. Just waltzing right on in, past the line and with a nod from the bouncer. He had almost wrecked, rubbernecking around to see. Logan used to go to that bar, years ago, and he was kind of surprised it was still around. It wasn't a place he could have seen Bobby in then, and he was pretty damn sure it still wasn't.
He had been on his way to drink too much beer and saki with some old friends, but now...
"I'd better go make sure that wasn't Bobby." He grumbled to himself.
He walked up to the door. The bouncer, too young to have known him, put an arm out to bar his way. Logan lit one of his foul smelling cigars and blew the smoke in the bouncer's face.
"Better check yer list, Bub." He said. "Garuntee I'm on it. Logan."
The bouncer looked at his clipboard. Sure enough, one of four names permanently printed on the list was 'Logan'. Just Logan. He smiled an apology and waved Logan in. Never knew who the bosses would let in.
Logan walked in slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. Through the press at the bar, he saw... yep, it was Bobby. He was shoving a steroid freak away from him. Logan moved closer, Bobby was going to need help. Just as he was almost there, he realized he had been wrong. Bobby hadn't needed any help. He had blown the man off and hit the dance floor.
Logan shrugged and took Bobby's place at the bar. He got a beer and watched Bobby dance. Nice moves. Nice outfit as well. Logan never knew Bobby was into the leather scene. He chuckled to himself. Boy, Cyke would blow a gasket right about now. His eyes narrowed as he watched Bobby lead an almost illegal young man off to the private rooms. What th' hell?
He moved through the crowd, hopping the other back rooms were still there. Bobby could be getting himself in real trouble here. So many of the unassuming boys here would knife you for the money in your wallet. He found the door he was looking for, nearly hidden behind the mirrors and pornographic pictures on the wall. Very few people even knew it was there. He knocked. The door opened, and a very heavily muscled man stood there.
Logan handed him a few folded up bills and the man let him pass. Logan hurried into one of the little booths. There was a stool and a video monitor with a control pad. He flicked through several scenes of men in various positions until he found Bobby. Well looks like he had been wrong again. Bobby was clearly in control of the situation, as he spun the boy around and started fisting his cock.
Logan watched, enraptured and hard, as Bobby took what he wanted. He was shocked and very turned on. When Bobby left, Logan shook his head and ran a hand through his out of control hair.
"Damn Drake! Didn't know ya had it in ya." He muttered.
Logan walked back out to the bar, shaking his head while he went. He was starting to feel like a very hairy Alice, fallen down the rabbit hole. He was beginning to wonder what he would find at home. Chuck in drag? Cyke telling jokes? Jean and Ororo... better save *that* image for later. But Bobby, in a leather bar, fucking some boytoy in heat? And watching him cut through the crowd, like a shark through the water, all dark looks and attitude. Logan had spent most of his rather long and clouded life as a predator and he knew one when he saw one. This was not the Bobby he thought he knew.
This thought, he had to admit, excited him some. All right, alot. Bobby Drake was always the clown, the kid, good looking yes, but too all-fired innocent for Logan. He sighed. All right, more like *he* was too old and jaded for Bobby. He watched Bobby toss back a double whiskey with practiced ease. What had happened to the Bobby he knew? When had he gotten so jaded? And how had they all missed it?
Seeing Bobby toss another drink back, he decided it was time to get him out of there. Now. Out of there and to someplace they could talk. Wild swings in behavior never ment anything good. Just look at him and LeBeau. He was not about to let Bobby spiral down somewhere he couldn't get out. He moved towards him.
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Drake was starting on his fourth double whiskey, when a strong hand gripped his elbow. He sighed and turned to tell the person off. When he looked into the black eyes of a fellow X-Man, he froze, all color draining from his face. Logan. Here. Right now. Oh shit. Drake nearly evaporated... Bobby that is. Bravado fled at the sight of Logan's furrowed brow.
Logan reached over and plucked the glass from Bobby's hand and tossed back the drink himself. He pulled Bobby gently off the barstool and lead him towards the door. Bobby just went along, trying to figure out what to do or say. He wondered if anything could come out of his mouth without squeaking.
Logan remained silent as he lead Bobby up the street to his bike. When they got there, he let go of Bobby's elbow and just looked at him. Bobby wished he was a telepath, an empath, anything, so he could read Logan's mind right now. Was he mad? Was he going to take him home and tell everyone? Was he just going to turn his back in disgust after a long lecture? All of it? He didn't expect what Logan did next.
"You wanna go someplace an' talk, Bobby?" Logan asked quietly, running his hand down Bobby's arm.
Logan was concerned! Like, concerned concerned. Not 'your teammates is doing something stupid' concerned. Bobby didn't know what to say so he mearly nodded. Logan climbed on the bike and gestured for Bobby to get on. Bobby held onto the seat behind him as they took off up the road.
A few minutes up the road, Logan pulled into the parking lot of a once very swank hotel. It had run down in the years past, but it was still a favorite of his. They had the class to never seem to judge or ask questions and they knew how to keep their mouth shut. He'd used it alot when he came to town.
The ancient man behind the desk made no comment but smiled at Logan and asked if he wanted his usual room. Logan grunted and paid. Bobby stared at the faded carpet. Logan took the key and Bobby's arm and headed for the elevator. Once in, Logan had to chuckle. Bobby looked at him.
"What?" He asked, trying to not sound defensive.
Logan nodded at the closed elevator door. "I remember when th' desk clerk started off as a bell-boy."
Bobby smiled then, light breaking the clouds. "Boy, he must wonder what your secret is."
Logan grinned. "I told him once."
Bobby's eyes grew wide. "You didn't."
"Yup. All that dirty livin'." And Logan laughed outright then, a deep comforting laugh that made Bobby relax.
They made their way down the hall of the fourth floor to room 42. Bobby snickered at the number. Logan raised an eyebrow as he unlocked the door.
"The Answer." Bobby said, walking in.
Logan nodded sagely. "Deep Thought."
Both men, shocked at the shared reference, broke into laughter again. Bobby sat down on the bed and wiped tears from his eyes. He looked around the small room. A large, but comfortable bed, dresser, table with two chairs, all once very fine, but faded like the carpet. The telephone and t.v. were the only new things. Logan shrugged out of his jacket and spun a chair around to sit.
<Well, here it comes, the lecture portion of the evening.> Bobby looked at his nails.
"Hey, don't look all hang-dog, Drake. I ain't gonna give ya some boring Cyke talk. I just wanna know what's up." Logan said, smelling his nervousness.
Bobby sighed. "What's up? With me? I don't know. I just... I just sometimes like to go someplace where nobody knows me as Iceman or Bobby the Clown. Y'know, somewhere I can be different. Be something nobody else knows."
Logan nodded. "I know how that is, kiddo."
Bobby glared at him. "Don't call me that! I'm not a kid! I am so sick of people thinking I am just because I don't cope all nasty like they do!"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Hey, everyone *is* a kid ta me. An' you were copin' pretty nasty tonight, Bub."
Bobby looked at him open mouthed. Did he...?
"Yeah, I saw. They got cameras in the rooms Bobby." Logan stated.
Bobby's face grew red. "Oh my god! You... you watched!?"
"Yeah I did. I was worried. What th' hell were ya thinkin'? No protection. Ya didn't know th' kid. Hell Bobby, some of those guys are rough trade. They don't care how they get it or who gets hurt!" Logan replied.
Bobby's jaw set and his eyes got hard. "I know Logan. I've been in there alot. Ever ask yourself if I might *like* that? That it turns me on? *And* I can take care of myself. Something the X-Men seem to keep forgetting."
Logan sighed. This was not going well. "Bobby, my point is, you don't *have* to take care of yerself. Ya got friends ya know."
Bobby snorted. "Yeah I can see me asking Hank if he wants to come along to a leather gay bar and hang out while I screw in the back. Or maybe Scott and Jean. Or I know, Remy so he can laugh at me."
"Ya coulda asked me." Logan said quietly. "At least I know where ta go an' who not ta go in a back room with."
Bobby blinked. "I never, I mean, you... "
"Yeah well, ya never asked did ya? Seems we both got alot of secrets, ki...Bobby." Logan said quietly.
Bobby nodded and stared back down at the floor. How come it hurt? How come he hadn't asked? His own fears? Being laughed *at* and not with? Being though of as a freak... the freak among freaks, King Freak even, mutant and deviant.
He felt a large hand on his knee. He looked up into Logan's dark eyes. Nothing but concern was mirrored there. He sighed and slumped. Logan sat next to him on the bed and rubbed his back.
"C'mon Bobo, talk ta me. You like bein' like that, callous an' cold? Like not even you matter?" Logan asked.
Bobby shrugged. "Sometimes. Maybe. I don't know! It's kinda nice not to have to, y'know, worry about the other person."
Logan nodded. He'd been there several time before, but it always blew up in his face. Got him too close to the beast with in him. He knew Bobby wouldn't go feral, but self-destructive.
"Bobby, you ever had a relationship with a guy before?" He asked.
Bobby's head shot up and he stared at Logan. "N..no!"
Logan raised his eyebrows. "Well *that* was vehement. Yer gay, Bobo, so why not? Or do ya think ya can't have a relationship with a guy?"
"I'm not... o.k. I'm gay." Bobby sighed. "I guess coming out of the mutant closet was easier."
Logan snorted. "Ya didn't have much choice in that one. An' ya don't in this one either. Big deal, yer gay. Nothin' ta be ashamed of."
Bobby rolled his eyes. " Oh yeah sure! You tell that to most of the people around!"
"Bobby, people don't matter, you do. Yer friends do. Be honest with them *and* yerself. It's alot easier that way. You'll sleep better an' maybe find someone who'll tell ya his name before ya do somethin' stupid."
Bobby looked chagrined. "I have been stupid huh?"
Logan nodded. "Ya can't help it. Yer an accountant."
"Hey!" Bobby protested and punched Logan's arm.
Logan chuckled and pulled him close for a hug. Bobby relaxed into it. He hadn't felt this warm and safe since Hank used to hug him as a kid. He missed it. However, how do you ask someone for a big bear hug when you're an adult and the hugger is busy searching for a cure of the Legacy Virus? The answer was, you don't, unless you wanted a strange look, complete with a sigh and a 'I'm busy, Bobby, can this wait?'
Logan felt good, holding Bobby like this. He needed it almost as much as Bobby did. He found that he was stroking Bobby's shaggy, brown hair. He stopped and rested his hand on the back of Bobby's neck. What was he doing? Now was not the time for hormonal intrusions.
"Logan," Bobby said, "I'm kinda tired and I think a little drunk."
Logan let him go. "Then maybe ya better get some rest. An' we'll go back t' th' mansion tomorrow."
Bobby nodded and pulled off his vest and boots. Logan got up and went back to his chair. Bobby laid back. He rolled over. He flopped back around on his back. Logan watched it all with an amused statement.
"Problems?" he chuckled.
"Pants. I can't get comfortable." Bobby grumbled.
"Well, I ain't seen too many pairs of tight leather pajamas." Logan mused. "Take that back, just not ones fer sleepin'."
Bobby shot him a hairy eyeball. "I don't wanna know."
Logan laughed. "Hey yer th' one I found in th' leather bar. Take 'em off fer cryin' out loud."
"I'm not wearin' any underwear." Bobby groused.
Logan waggled his eyebrows. "I know."
Bobby blushed several shades of red. With a noise of frustration, he jumped up and peeled the pants off. He slid under the covers quickly. Logan chuckled again and took off his coat. He grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor. Bobby peeked over the side of the bed at him.
"Why are you on the floor?"
<Cause it's safer that way.> "I don't wanna be kicked all night." Logan replied.
Bobby pouted. "I don't kick."
"Shut yer trap an' go t' sleep, Bobo." Logan grumbled.
Bobby stuck his tongue out at him and rolled over. Seconds later, it seemed, he was snoring quietly. Logan sighed and got up and turned off the light. He lay back on the floor. Nothing but the sound of Bobby sleeping.
<Poor kid. He's all kindsa messed up. Don't know what he wants.> Logan scrubbed his face with a big hand. <Like I do.>
He shut his eyes. Time to get some sleep. He couldn't, however, get the vision of Bobby in that room out of his head. It was quick, callous and... sexy. But not Bobby. Bobby needed to be held, played with, pampered. If he liked rough games sometimes, fine, but always with a soothing hand afterwards. Logan's eyes flew open. He cursed himself. Why was he thinking of Bobby like that?
<Cause little Bobby has grown up. An', ya got to admit, looks pretty damned good.>
He punched his pillow in frustration. This was getting him nowhere but hard and frustrated. He got up and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a long, cold shower would help.
Standing under the freezing cold water didn't help. Why was he even dwelling on what wasn't going to happen? Bobby was just admitting to liking men, he wasn't going to pick Logan. He was too old, too violent, too ugly for someone like Bobby. He leaned his head against the cold tile, letting the water pound down on his back.
"Yer slippin', old man." he whispered to himself.
Bobby thrashed around in his sleep. His dreams were anything but peaceful. Large shapes, bulky shapes, all laughing, had him pinned down. He had tried to ice up, to get away, but, being a nightmare, he couldn't. They were beating him, calling him names. Suddenly, a metallic whine filled his ears and the ones holding him fled. Now there was just one, with hands ending in claws. But this one held him, soothed him, told him he would be all right. He woke up, blinking blearily. It had been just like when he was young. But this time, there was no power manifestation and there had been no... Logan... then.
Where was Logan? Bobby sat up and looked around. He wasn't on the floor, he wasn't in the chairs. Had he left? Then Bobby heard the shower. O.K., a, he looked at the clock on the nightstand, 1:30 am shower. Why not? He propped himself up on the pillows and waited for Logan to finish.
Soon, Logan came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his thick waist, drying his wild hair with another. Short, compact, hairy, heavily muscled, lethal and... Bobby swallowed, very male and very hot. He'd been having the occasional stroke-fest about Logan for a long time. Always mixed with fear and excitement. What would Logan be like in bed? He shook his head.
Logan caught the movement and looked up. Bobby was blushing slightly. Logan sniffed the air. Bobby was more than embarrassed. Logan decided to ignore it. After all, the boy was in heat and didn't seem to care who he took along for the ride. Too long a life and too many one-niters had left Logan wanting more.
He tossed his wet hair towel at Bobby. "Yer supposed ta be asleep."
Bobby plucked the towel off his head. "I... had a bad dream, sorta."
Logan's brow furrowed. He sat on the edge of the bed. "How ya doin' now?"
Bobby shrugged, staring at his hands as he twisted the towel around them. " 'm O.K. I guess."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "You sure?"
Bobby smiled a lopsided smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Logan could have sworn he couldn't be snuck up on. And most times he couldn't be. But here, with a confused mind and a confused person, Bobby got him. Right on the lips. A soft, sweet, insistent kiss. Arms snaked around his neck, hands ran up into his wet hair. Logan reached up and put his hands around Bobby's elbows and pulled him off.
"No."
Bobby pouted. "Why not?"
Logan shook his head. Bobby was flushed, his pout inticing. This was not how he wanted this to go.
"Because, it's not what ya really want. Yer just confused is all." Logan said, quietly.
Bobby just stared. Then he moved. Quickly. He nearly knocked Logan over, jumping out of the bed. He jerked on his pants, grabbed his boots and shirt and headed out the door.
Logan picked himself up from the half-crouch he'd ended up in.
He could hear Bobby storming down the hall. He could hear the buzz for the elevator. When the doors to the elevator shut, he shook himself and began to move. Jeans, shirt, boots on and out and down the stairs.
Bobby struggled into the rest of his clothes on the elevator ride. He hopped across the lobby, pulling on each boot. He ignored the looks the night clerk was giving him and went out the door.
He was near to icing up, he was so furious.
Seconds later, the stairway door flew open and Logan skidded into the lobby. The clerk pointed at the front door. Logan nodded and ran out in Bobby's wake. Bobby was about a half a block ahead. Logan sprinted up and grabbed his arm. Bobby jerked free and spun to face him.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Bobby shouted.
Logan took his arm again. "Bobby, I..."
Bobby straight-armed Logan, shoving him away. "Let go!"
Logan backed off. "Listen... "
"No, *you* listen! How do you know what *I* want? Huh, Logan? Tell me that! How do you," He poked Logan in the chest. "Know," Poke. "What I want?" Poke.
Logan growled and grabbed Bobby's poking finger. Bobby's eyes got wide. They stood that way for a long time.
"Bobby, I'm sorry." Logan finally said. "Yer right. I don't know what ya want. I do know I don't want ya t' run off. Come back to the room. Please."
Bobby inhaled, ready to make another brash statement. He let it out in a whoosh, deflating. "O.K."
They walked back and up in silence. Once in the room, Bobby collapsed back on the bed. Logan paced. Bobby watched him warily. Logan looked at Bobby, paced more. Look. Pace.
"Bobby... I guess... Ah hell!" Logan threw his arms up and flopped down in his chair. "I guess I ment that... " He swallowed convulsively. "Ya can't want me."
Bobby opened his mouth to say something, anything, protest, but Logan held up a hand. "Look, I'm not a one night kinda guy... anymore. An' there ain't know way you can convince me you want this old man fer anything else right now."
Bobby blinked. Logan felt... insecure too? "You're still making my decisions for me."
He slid off the bed and knelt in front of Logan. "And you're wrong, I do want you. Have for a long time, Logan. Just couldn't, didn't know how to say it." He snorted "I was kinda afraid you'd rip my face off."
Logan just stared. He wasn't sure he was hearing this. Wasn't sure he wanted to believe it. And Bobby was still going.
"I... can't say I love you. I mean I do!" He added quickly. "Cause I've known you for so long... but I do want to see if I can be *in* love with you. To see if we can... start something. I don't want the one-niters anymore either."
"But you said you wanted to be someone no one else knew. That you liked not caring about the other person sometimes." Logan said carefully. He wanted Bobby to think about the whole evening.
Bobby nodded, his face fell. He ment it, but he didn't. It was nice to be something else, something no one expected. It was also lonely and, occasionaly, scary. He sat back and wrapped his arms around his knees. How could he explain?
"But I'm alone." He whispered finally, tears starting in his eyes.
Logan knew then that he was doomed. The walls he had around his heart started to crumble. He knew what Bobby ment, and now he knew that Bobby knew it too. He slid off the chair and knelt next to Bobby. He pulled Bobby to his chest and rocked. He stroked Bobby's hair. He wiped tears off Bobby's face.
Slowly, Bobby uncurled and buried his face against Logan's shoulder. His fingers twisted up in Logan's flannel shirt. Here! This is what I want! He wanted to shout. To be safe, to be held, to be loved, to never doubt or be afraid. He cried harder, thinking it was all lost, that Logan didn't, wouldn't believe him.
Logan felt Bobby tense back up. He was sobbing loudly now, and Logan felt like his heart was tearing in two. Just like Bobby sounded. He reached down and pulled Bobby's face up by his chin. Bobby's eyes fluttered open as Logan kissed the tears running down his cheeks.
"Whu... why?" he stammered, sniffing.
Logan looked deep into Bobby's watery brown eyes. Even filled with tears, they were beautiful, showing everything he felt. Framed by long dark lashes, wet with his tears.
"Because I don't want ya t'cry anymore, Bobby." Logan whispered, softly and kissed Bobby gently. "I want you too."
Bobby stared, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to memorize Logan's face. "You... you mean that?"
Logan kissed him again. "Yes I do." he murmured against Bobby's lips.
"Oh... " Bobby trailed off, and kissed Logan passionately.
Lips parted and Bobby's tongue delved deeply, exploring and twining around Logan's. His hands pulled at Logan's shirt, trying to get closer. When, at last, they had to break to breathe, Bobby was laughing. Logan chuckled and raised an eyebrow.
Bobby swooped one hand up and down. "Emotional rollercoaster."
Logan nuzzled his neck. "Sorry 'bout that."
Bobby shrugged, giggling at the scratch of hair on his neck. He sighed happily and relaxed in Logan's arms. Logan kissed the top of his head and hauled him to his feet.
"Whee..." Bobby grinned, dizzy from the quick change.
"Now, you and me are goin' t'go to bed." Logan said, sitting Bobby down on the edge of the bed.
Bobby grinned. "Yes!"
"No." Logan watched Bobby's face fall a bit. "We are gonna get some sleep."
"Together?" Bobby asked, coyly.
Logan shook his head, smiling. "Yes, together. An' just sleep fer now."
Bobby nodded and kicked off his boots. He stood to pull off his leathers and stopped. He grinned at Logan.
"We'll be naked."
"No kidding."
Bobby's grin got even bigger.
"No. Sleep."
Pout.
Logan ignored it and stripped. He climbed into bed. Bobby was still pouting.
"Ya gonna stand there all night?"
"Maybe."
Logan shrugged. "Suit yerself."
Bobby finished undressing and climbed in to bed, over Logan. Logan wrapped an arm around him and held him close. Bobby squirmed around until he was comfortably resting with his head on Logan's furry chest. He sighed contentedly and tangled one of his hands in that chest fur.
Soon, lulled by the warmth of Logan's body and the beating of his heart, he drifted off to sleep.
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Logan woke with a start. Someone was nibbling on his ear. He grabbed their hair and pulled their head back. They moaned. He blinked. Bobby. Bobby with his eyes half closed, a small smile on his face. His head pulled back as far as it would go, neck exposed. Logan's nostrils flair as he smelled the heat and excitement coming off of him. He growled deep in his throat and kissed that neck hard, rubbing his teeth, his fangs over the flesh there.
Bobby groaned as Logan licked and sucked at the straining pulse point there. Waking next to Logan, pressed against that hard body, had made him very horny. The exposed ear had proven to be too much of a temptation. And now... oh now, Logan was awake and horny too. One big, strong hand tangled in his hair, the other rubbing, grabbing, stroking him all over.
"Ya should be more careful, " Logan growled in his ear, dangerous, electric. "Wakin' me up like this."
"Don't want careful, " Bobby gasped, as one hand squeezed a nipple hard. "Want you."
Logan's mouth covered his, lips pushing his open, tongue thrusting, sucking his, teeth biting his lower lip. Powerful arms held him still. All he could do was moan and shiver. That mouth trailed down his jaw and neck leaving wet kisses, scraping of teeth and goosebumps.
Bobby tried to move, to stroke Logan, to claw at him as that mouth sucked one nipple hard. Logan would have none of it, grabbing Bobby's arms and holding them, him, down. Panting, whining, Bobby felt warmth in his belly and lower. Logan's domination of him was everything he wanted just now.
Logan could feel his animal, his wilder side trying to come out. It wanted to take Bobby now, rough, hard, violently. Mark him, bleed him, claim him. He stopped, mouth on that firm, slightly rippled belly. Bobby was breathing hard, straining to move, hold still, anything.
"Bobby, don't want t' hurt you." Logan said, raising his head to look at Bobby's sweaty, flushed face. "Gotta take th' edge off."
"Let me." Bobby husked.
Logan released him and sat up. Bobby slid down between his legs. He ran his hands along corded thighs, up between them. His fingers brushed the heavy sack snuggled in dark hair. His head dipped, tongue flicking over the tip of the hard, wide cock above them. Logan let out a sharp bark, hands slamming down to grab the mattress. No time for finesse here.
Bobby wrapped one hand around the base of Logan's shaft and stroked as he took as much of it as he could into his mouth. The salty, musky taste of it made his mouth water. He sucked it in, swirling his tongue around it. Moving mouth and hand in tandem, he slid up and down.
Logan watched Bobby's dark head, buried between his legs. The sight, the feel of his mouth on him sent flares, fires through him. He tried not to thrust, he didn't want to choke Bobby, but the faster, deeper Bobby moved, the more Logan lost that battle. He grabbed the back of Bobby's head with one hand to steady them both and came, snarling and tearing at the mattress with the other.
Bobby sat up, swallowing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled at Logan. Logan reached out and pulled him in for a kiss. Bobby melted against his chest as their tongues swirled around, Logan tasting his saltiness in Bobby's mouth.
"Please fuck me, Logan." Bobby whispered against his lips.
Logan smiled and nuzzled his neck. "I'm gonna, but we need something t' make it easier on ya."
Bobby jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Three bottles of complimentary hotel things were on the sink. He grabbed the lotion and ran back out. He presented it to Logan with a small flourish.
Logan chuckled and pulled Bobby down on top of him. He kissed him deeply, again letting his hands roam. "Yer gonna ride me, Bobby. Easier for me t' control myself. Can ya do that?"
Bobby's eyes glittered. "Yeah, I can." He breathed.
Logan had him kneel over his hips. He coated his thick fingers with lotion and reach between Bobby's legs to tickle the tight opening there. He put his other hand on Bobby's hip to steady him. He slid one in and twisted and stroked. Bobby held still, eyes closed. Carefully, Logan added another, twisting them, opening Bobby. Bobby shuddered and bit his lip. Logan's cock twitched and hardened again at the site.
He removed his fingers after a moment. Bobby made a noise of disappointment. Logan reached up and caressed his face, as he spread lotion over his erection. He raised an eyebrow and Bobby nodded. He positioned himself against Bobby's now slick opening.
Bobby took a deep breath. Now or never. He pushed down. The head of Logan's cock slipped into him, spreading him more than he had ever been. He panted hard, trying to get used to it. Logan rubbed his thighs, his stomach, whispering encouragement. He slid down more, more, feeling heat and pain. He whimpered.
"Take it slow, babe. Don't rush." Logan said.
Bobby nodded. Then he felt Logan's hand on his somewhat less than erect cock. "Hoooo." He said, in a shuddering breath.
Down, down, down. And then, there was nowhere more to go. Logan was all the way in him. He made small, rocking movements, getting used to the hugeness in him. He shifted a bit more and a current ran through him. That was it. He started to move up and down, pleasure replacing pain. Logan's hand squeezed and fisted him, slowly.
"Oh God. Logan... mmmmm unh. Harder."
Logan jerked Bobby harder and growled when he matched the movement. Bobby leaned forward and grabbed Logan's shoulders for leverage. Soon, he was pounding down on Logan, riding him faster. He cried out when Logan's hips slammed up to meet him. Logan's hand, his cock was driving him closer, oh so hot, sweet and closer, over the edge.
Logan held himself back as best he could. He was going to cum any second now, but he wanted Bobby to first. He wanted to feel the grasping, throbbing heat around him. Bobby's face, his voice, sexy, abandoned, full of passion, drove him over the edge.
"Rrrrrrraaaaaahhhhh! Bobby!" He all but screamed, pumping himself deep in to Bobby.
That last deep thrust, the pumping in him, that hand on him did it. Bobby shouted Logan's name, mixing his voice with Logan's. He came, shooting out on Logan's hand and belly.
He shuddered and fell down on Logan's chest.
Logan kissed his sweaty face, showering his forehead, cheeks, eyelids. Bobby's breath gasped and hitched as he cooled down. Logan slid out of him and rolled them over to their sides.
"Wow." Bobby said in a small, wondrous voice.
"Wow's good." Logan said against his neck.
"Can we do that again?" Bobby asked.
Logan laughed. "Yeah, I'd say so."
Bobby nodded. "Good. But maybe in a bit, o.k.?"
"No problem. Maybe when we get home?"
"Sounds good. Better warn 'em thought. Gonna get noisy around there."
Logan laughed again and rolled Bobby over for a kiss. The rest of the X-Men would just have to get used to it.

 

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