Part 2
"Remy…Remy stop." Bobby flailed and tried to pull away but he was
trapped.
Using his massive weight, Logan held him on his side pinned against
the
sleekness of Gambit's chest while Remy torturously fondled him with
long
purposeful strokes. The palm of his hand, slicked with pre come slid
effortlessly up and down Bobby's shaft and the half hearted struggle
only added flare to the friction.
"No…Oh God…n-no."
Bobby tried pushing back to relieve the maddening hold that Remy had
on
his straining cock but instead of postponing his inevitable orgasm,
his
bare ass cheeks ground against the coarse denim crotch of Wolverine's
jeans heightening his arousal and sending jolts of pleasure throughout
his body.
"Please Remy, I don't wanna'…Not yet!" Bobby crooned. The bright red
flush on his cheeks matched the tint of his swelling pink erection
and
both stood out beautifully against the starkness of his pale white
skin.
"Shush kid, be over in a minute," Logan ordered huskily pressing his
lips to the back of Bobby's shoulder. *Shit, it'll be over for both
'a
us if ya' don't watch that tender lil' ass o' yours. *
They'd managed to divest the young blonde of most of his clothing save
his socks; his underwear too still remained caught somewhere between
his
ankles and mid thighs. Not that he had put up a fight-not by any means,
just that they had a hard time separating him from a warm body long
enough to pull the cumbersome fabric free. But for all intensive
purposes he was naked enough for his tormentors to accomplish their
goal. And now, just a few short minutes later the boy lay imprisoned
and
panting, teetering on the edge of his first orgasm…. Well, the first
one
that he'd reached at the hands of someone else. And GOD what TALENTED
hands they were.
"Oh God No…No-Logan! Uhhh…UHHH…" As the pitch of Bobby's cries picked
up, Remy slyly grasped the pair of tightening balls in his free hand
and
gave a gentle squeeze.
"REMY! FUCK!" Tremors rocked Bobby's body as milky torrents of hot come
spurted convulsively into the sheets.
Gambit nuzzled against Bobby's cheek as the young man collapsed against
him. Their warm hands finally releasing him into blessed oblivion,
his
penis softening, sated and twitching as Bobby labored to catch his
breath.
Coherent thought was slow in coming to him, and watching Logan
thoroughly lick and suck every last drop of HIS cum from Remy's fingers,
while against his stomach, Gambit lazily writhed through the sticky
mass
wasn't helping matters any. Against his neck, hot breath tickled
maddeningly, forcing up yet another bout of post coital trembling.
"How'd dat feel, Cher?" Gambit finally whispered.
Bobby laughed meekly. "It was …short. Sorry."
"F'what?"
Bobby dislodged his arm from underneath Gambit's side and held up a
cream slicked finger. "Couldn't hold out."
Taking his hand by the wrist, Gambit pulled it toward him and sucked
insatiably while holding Bobby captive by his gaze. Like a pro, his
tongue swirled around the tip cleaning off the last drops of the sweet
juice before nipping the sensitive webbing in between once for good
measure.
Red on black orbs tore through him as Remy smiled, slowly pulling the
finger from his mouth and spilling free a ribbon of spittle sending
it
trickling down his chin. "Wasn' dat da point?" he asked throatily.
With his mouth agape, Bobby could only nod dumbly and watch as Gambit
pulled the sheet over his head, disappearing, sensuously slithering
down
his body presumably to tap the source of the salty nectar. "Yeah, but…
I…wanted to…. ."
His train of thought was quickly derailed by the path that Gambit's
tongue was traveling; around his belly, over his hips and between his
legs, lapping hungrily every square inch of cream soaked skin while
maddeningly avoiding his reawakening shaft. "Lower…" Bobby pleaded,
arching his back determined to connect with that hot mouth, but Remy
seemed equally resolute to circumvent his erection.
All too soon the warmth retreated, and Bobby groaned. His brow furrowed
and his lips pursed in frustration. "Tease," he grumbled angrily as
Remy
came up for air.
"Tease?" Remy exclaimed feigning insult with a crooked grin. "Remy ain'
even b'gun t' tease ya', Cher."
Climbing to his knees the silk sheet slipped away completely finally
giving Bobby a full frontal view of his perfectly contoured frame.
His
eyes drank in the hard muscle and subtle dips from head to toe before
being drawn in by the bright auburn thicket of well manicured curls
that
surrounded his impressively rigid erection.
Even on his knees he towered over the younger boy who stared on in awe.
"God you're beautiful," was all he could manage.
"'An y' were expectin'…?" Remy only half chided as he absently touched
himself.
Bobby shuddered as a warm wave of heat engulfed his body courtesy of
Remy's charm. Tentatively he reached out to stroke Remy's thigh, but
the
Cajun pulled back grinning evilly.
"Remy, please."
"Please what, Bobby?" he asked thickly, licking his lips and running
his
hand across his flat abdomen. Between his legs, his heavy cock stood
out
proudly, all nine inches throbbing with need and swaying hypnotically
in
rhythm with his gyrating his hips.
Bobby thought about it for a minute but realized that he really didn't
know what he was asking. All he knew was that he was going burst if
he
couldn't get closer to the groin mere inches away from his own. He
started to reach out to the Cajun, but Remy snatched his wrists up
and
in a flash had them contained, his long fingers imprisoning both of
them
in one of his own.
"Uh uh," he reprimanded. "What da magic word?"
"I said please!" Bobby insisted, but Gambit, with a sly grin only shook
his head hell bent on making the spiky haired youth beg for all that
he
was worth.
Biting his tongue and letting it hang precariously from his lips, Bobby
thought hard, only his mind was filled with that body and nothing else.
"Pretty please?" he ventured hopefully. And again, Gambit shook his
head
eliciting a disapproving chuckle from Logan who now stood by the dresser
with his re-lit cigar in hand watching the scene with an all too knowing
smirk. Charmer that he may be, Remy LeBeau could be a real shit when
he
wanted to.
"Oh fuck, I don't know." Desperately, Bobby looked to Logan for help
and
was rewarded by a cunning wink and devilish smile.
*Can't say I didn't warn 'im. * Logan thought to himself…
After snubbing out his cigar, he took a minute to drink in the unguarded
view of Remy's beautiful build from behind; lank and yet well contoured,
the breadth of his shoulders broad, every muscle rippling and rolling
gently beneath taut gold skin. His waist was slim, exquisitely narrow
as
it tapered down seamlessly into the sharp plains of his angular equally
trim hips. But the cincher was his ass; tight, ample, firm globes ripe
for the taking. A bod built for sex and an owner that flaunted it with
practiced ease.
*Not this time…* Logan grinned. *Payback time, kid…* Unbeknown to Remy
who continued to taunt Bobby mercilessly, Wolverine stalked up behind
him.
"What's da magic…"
Catching Bobby's eye, Logan silently motioned for him to roll out of
the
way on his word and Bobby's eyes positively glowed with amusement.
In
traditional X-men fashion, the maneuver went smoothly; as soon as the
shock of being grabbed from behind hit Remy, Bobby was able twist his
hands free and roll off the bed.
"…word--UMPH!"
Pushing him face down on the mattress, Wolverine twisted Remy's arms
behind his back and breathed heavily in his ear. "Warned ya' about
teasin', didn't I boy," he growled headily.
Remy's heart sped up and his dick instantly stiffened. "Now, what do
ya'
s'pose I do about this?"
Using any leverage he could in his precarious position to bring that
hard body into contact with his own, Gambit thrust his ass into Logan's
groin. "Fuck me, Logan," he moaned brokenly. "Fuck me, please."
"Drake?" Logan smiled.
*Oh yeah, * his mind screamed. *I'll fuck him and you can fuck me, just
like in my dream!* But then he thought better of it "Mmm, I say we
make
him suffer," he grinned back. Obviously the answer that Wolverine was
looking for because he seemed very pleased.
TBC…