"Ya' come, Cajun, and I ain' gonna' let Bobby here fuck ya. That what
ya' want?"

Wolverine grinned as his fist clamped tight around Gamibt's throbbing
erection. "You want me an' Bobby here ta' have a party of 're own?"

Delicately, he tipped Bobby's head back and kissed him deeply. His voice
smooth as he ran his thumb over the blonde's tender pink lips. "'Cause
that'd be fine with me."

Remy writhed against the coarse skin still imprisoning his cock. "Please
Logan," he pleaded, his voice sounding almost pained.

Bobby made to move away, swinging his leg over the side of the bed, but
Remy's fingers wrapped around his ankle before he was clear. "No,
don't," he half laughed. " 'E's torturing me!"

Bobby smiled and looked up at Wolverine who motioned him off. "Think ya'
c'n give 'im what 'e wants, Drake?" At the lusty tone of Logan's voice,
Remy's fingers slipped free from Bobby's leg. As he continued speaking,
Logan maneuvered Bobby between Gambit's legs.

The boy was tense, Wolverine could tell, and slightly apprehensive but
above all else, there was excitement. It was radiating from his pores.
Logan could smell it.

"Don't worry," he whispered dragging his hand across Bobby's stomach
with his free hand. "He's ready for you. He wants you. Don't you Rem?"
Tauntingly, he stroked eliciting a vigorous nod.

Bobby swallowed hard. "Is that really what you want, Rem?" He asked
nervously, smiling as Remy bit his lip and nodded more emphatically.
"You want me to take you?" He checked again, loving the sound of the
words as they fell from his lips.

*His dick pushing into Remy's beautiful body, those long muscular thighs
wrapping around his hips… Him, Robert Drake bedding Remy LeBeau….*

"Anytin' y' wan', Cher. Y' can do anyt'in you want with me…" he pleaded,
his voice thick and heavy with seduction befitting the great romancer
that he was rumored to be. "But do it now, please!" he suddenly whined,
his lack of control shattering the spell as he tried desperately to get
some friction going in Wolverine's tight grip. It was bad enough to have
Wolverine teasing him mercilessly but he didn't need Bobby stringing him
along as well.

Chuckling to himself at the spectacle, Logan moved to the head of the
bed; maneuvering carefully so he wouldn't have to release Remy's
engorged penis until he was good and ready. Then, grabbing a handful of
hair, he pressed his lips against Gambit's forcefully.

"Such a little slut, ya' know that don't you," he whispered lustily into
his lover's ear without removing either hand.

Gambit smiled seductively. " 'Y Know it, Cher."

Logan's eyes remained on Remy's, his face completely relaxed as he once
again reassured Bobby. "I wanna' watch," he said in a gravely tone. "I
wanna' watch both ma' boys…"

Bobby's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed hard, Logan's words
taking away the last of his reserves. Slowly, he pressed himself against
Remy's spit soaked hole, the tight entrance giving way reluctantly to
the intrusion, as he continued to listen intently as Wolverine
continued.

"I wanna' see your face as you take him for the first time," he said
releasing Remy's cock, leaving just enough room in his grasp to stroke.
Remy's hips instantly began to grind. "Wanna' swallow every whimper and
sigh he makes. "

A small sob escaped Remy's lips as Bobby pierced past the first tight
ring of muscle and Logan's entire mouth encompassed his, doing just
that, filling his chest with the small grunts and operatic croons.

Remy thrust up, in turn forcing himself tighter and faster into the
torturously slow rhythm that Logan was maintaining on his cock.

When Logan released his lips, Remy's tongue darted out furiously to
taste the residual warmth, his glowing eyes reflecting into Logan's deep
blue depths, immeasurable passion.

"Do it, Bobby," Remy breathed as he stared into Logan's eyes.
"Fin-finish, Mon amore. Please!"

He was speaking to both of his lovers as his eyes drifted shut, ecstasy
taking full reign on his senses. Nothing else existed for him except the
pleasure of touch. No more words were necessary, for none would
penetrate his sex induced fog.

Logan stroked him faster. One hand gliding perpetually over shaft, the
other caressing his face as Bobby drove himself home.

Remy reached out grabbing hold of Wolverine's shoulders, his fingers
digging into the muscular flesh as Bobby sped up. "God Logan…can't
last…" Bobby panted. His thrusts became shorter and Wolverine knew that
Bobby was very close.

Picking up the pace, he massaged Remy's cock from base to tip, adding a
slight twist at the head just the way Remy liked it. Suddenly the
Cajun's body stiffened. His stomach muscles visibly trembled and
tightened and he came, his hot cream spraying across his belly and chest
as his hips jerked sporadically.

"Oh fuck!" Bobby cried out in surprise as the first spasms of Remy's
orgasm began milking his cock. Moaning and shaking, he came with one
last thrust that buried him to the root, his come shooting deep into
Gambit's ass before he collapsed.

"That was amazing," Bobby finally murmured as he swiped his sweaty face
across Remy's stomach.

"Mmmm…" Remy mumbled in agreement as he drifted off to asleep.

Logan helped his boys get comfortable, the two of them too listless and
too content to move of their own volition and he covered them loosely
with the sheet. His eyes drank in the gratified expressions on both of
their faces as they slept, their bodies entwined together underneath his
protective embrace.

Gently, he swiped a lock of damp blonde hair from Bobby's forehead
tickling the young boy's nose. He smiled as a hand sleepily rose,
vigorously rubbing away the itch before falling back around Remy's hip,
neither boy waking or making another sound.

They were beautiful together, sated and snuggling and smelling of sex.
Logan's dick twitched. He hadn't come.

Smiling, he switched off the light and curled around Bobby's backside.

There was always tomorrow. Bobby still had a lot to learn.

THE END