Chapter 2 

New beginnings.

Logan stood with Howie under a nearby tree.  They watched the turbulence from the Blackbird’s engines as it whipped up dust and small debris.  When the spectacle was over, Howie began to walk toward the street where he had parked his car.  Logan followed him.

Howie unlocked his car, a black Lincoln Continental and sank into the soft buttery leather seat.  Logan stood waiting outside the car.

“Opps, sorry.”  Howie said and pressed the button to unlock the door.

“Thought you might have changed your mind.”

“No, my mind was just wandering.”

“I need to stop by a mall or a store.  I didn’t bring much, Bobby and Gambit just sprang us from a prison.”

“Prison?”

“Yeah, I’ll fill ya in later.  Now how ‘bout a department store?”

“Any one you’d prefer in particular?”

“Naw, I can shop at Wal-Mart, I just need a few things.”

Howie nodded; there were something’s he would need as well.  He started the car and slipped it into gear.  He looked over his shoulder and then pulled smoothly out on to the street.

   “What kinds of things do you need to pickup?”

“Just a couple pairs of jeans, some shirts and a pair of shoes, socks underwear, and of course a toothbrush some floss and mouthwash.  Just your basic essentials, stuff I would have packed if I’d been planning this trip.”

“Are you hungry?  Should we stop somewhere?”

“Nah, I’m fine for right now.  Though I’d like to take you somewhere for dinner.  Know any good places?”

“Yeah, there’s a good place near my house.”

“What kinda place?”

“Italian, unless you’d care for something else.”

“How about a place where we can get a couple of really good steaks?”

“I should a guessed.  You’re a meat eater aren’t you?”

“You’re not?”

“Oh yeah, I enjoy a good steak.  I’ve been in the minority around here, all these health nuts in California.  There is a place it’s a bit further and a good deal more expensive.”

“Well, I haven’t splurged in a while.  I don’t think we’ll bankrupt ol’ Chuck on just one dinner.”

Howie pulled his car into the lot.  They found a space near the door.  Logan exited the car and Howie locked it, making certain to set the alarm. 

“What size shirts do you wear, Logan?”

“I’m a medium in a good flannel.”

“We’re the same size in that, now my trousers would be a bit long on you though.  I’ve a closet of shirts that you can borrow from, it’s a bit warm in this area for flannel, so you probably won’t find any here.”

“I may take you up on that.”

“I’ll leave you to it; there are some things I need to pick up as well.”

Logan quickly walked down the aisle toward the men’s department.  He tore through the department like a whirlwind.  He always hated shopping for clothing.  He was actually able to find jeans that would fit without alteration.  He grabbed up a pair of black and one pair of blue jeans.  They’d match just about anything that Howie might have.  He then dug through the slacks and found one pair of khakis that were his size.  He snatched up a pack of underwear, and socks in white and black.  The shoes he preferred weren’t a problem neither was finding a pair of loafers that would work with the khakis. 

He was about to leave the department when he saw a long sleeved button down, it was white and blue in vertical stripes.  That would work.  He took it down adding it to his bundle.  He walked past a display and snatched a black woven belt.  On another display he couldn’t help but pick up a pair of silk boxers, emblazoned across the front was the words “Hot Stuff” that curved over a bright red jalapeño pepper that was printed over the fly.  Logan laughed a bit as he grabbed them.

He left the Men’s Department and walked to the front of the store.  He grabbed a cart and threw his bundle into it.  Health and beauty were his next stop.  He walked quickly from aisle to aisle casually grabbing a toothbrush, paste, floss, shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, and a light hold gel for his hair.

He was about to go to the front of the store when another display caught his eye.  He quickly wheeled over and grabbed a box of Maxim condoms and a large tube of water base lube.

“Always pays to carry some with ya.”  He murmured to himself as he threw the items under the shirt.

He got into line.  There never were enough lanes opened in these stores.  The woman seemed to be moving in slow motion.  As he looked around trying to find a quicker moving line he realized that the rest were moving about as slowly as the one he was in.  He groaned and stayed put. 

Finally, he unloaded his selections from the cart.  The bleached blonde woman started scanning the items and shoving them into bags.  She stopped as she noticed the condoms.  She looked up and smiled at him, she obviously knew what the brand signified.  She continued to ring him up. 

“I need a box of cigars, cheroots.”

The cashier secured her register and then walked to the tobacco kiosk.  She rummaged for a minute and then returned with the item.  When she was done he swiped his card and then signed the receipt.

The woman handed him the long tape.  He noticed that there was some writing on the back of it.  He turned it over.  It was a phone number.

“My name’s Janet.  Give me a call.”  She said and winked.

Logan stuffed the tape in his pocket and wheeled the cart towards the door.  Once he was out of her sight he took the receipt back out and tore it to shreds. 

“It’ll be a cold day in hell.”  He murmured.

“Something wrong?” 

“Howie, don’t sneak up on me.”

“Sorry.  Logan, why are you tearing up your receipt, what if you have to return something?”

“The cashier wrote her phone number on it, she tried to pick me up.”

“Let me guess, Janet?”

“Yeah that’s her.”

“She’s passed me her number several times.  The Wal-Mart slut, I’d have warned you if I had thought about it.”

“Thanks, that makes me feel better.”

“Come on let’s go.  I’ve got to drop off a written notice at the super’s about my apartment.”

They returned to the car.  Howie keyed a code into the pad beneath the door handle.  The trunk silently popped open.  Logan threw his purchases into the trunk.  He then walked over and took Howie’s bags and put them in with his.  He shoved the cart into the corral and got into the car.

“Next stop, my humble home.”

“Good, I need a hot shower.”

Howie tried to squash the mental image that those words brought to his mind.  A hot, wet, soapy Logan with those muscles bulging. 

Logan’s nose twitched at something.

“Something wrong?”

“Nah, just something in the air.”

“I don’t smell anything.”

“Heightened senses are just one of my mutant abilities.”

“What are your other, abilities?”

“I have a mutant healing factor.  I heal extremely quickly from any injury, also my speed and agility are heightened.  Because of my healing factor I was experimented on, I was a part of an elite team know as weapon X.  We were part of a project sanctioned by the Canadian government.  My skeleton was reinforced with Adamantium, the strongest alloy known to exist.  And I was given these.”

Logan balled his hands into fists and clenched them tightly.  The skin split and his claws extended.  The light flashed off the metal and then he allowed them to retract.

“Holy hell!  Doesn’t that hurt?”

“Every time.”  Logan said.  He held up his hands and allowed Howie to see the wounds as they sealed and within moments healed over.

“You said you healed fast, but that’s amazing.”

“Mind if I smoke?”

“Go ahead.”

Logan rolled down the window and pulled a cheroot cigar from the pack he’d taken from the box he’d just purchased.  He pressed the lighter in.  In a moment he withdrew the heated coil and touched it to the cigar as he drew in.  The tip caught and he replaced the lighter.

The smell of the cigar as well as Logan’s own scent was almost enough to drive Howie crazy.  He drove as quickly as he dared.  He had to get out of that car and away from Logan as least for a few minutes.

Finally, he pulled into the parking garage of his building.  He almost leaped from the car.  He grabbed some of the bags and then pressed the button in the trunk to lock the doors.  Logan took the remaining bags and then followed the man upstairs.  Howie unlocked the door, he put the bags down on the nearby counter. 

“Make yourself at home.  I’ll be right back.”

Howie almost ran from the room, he entered his bedroom and went straight for the master bath.  He locked the door and turned on the faucet.

“How in the hell am I going to deal with a week of this?”

His cock was almost throbbing as he unfastened his trousers and let them drop to his ankles.  He spat on his hand and began to pump his erection.  One, two, three strokes and his cock exploded, flooding his hands with his cum.  He bit his other hand to muffle his moans.  When it was over he quickly washed his hands, and his cock.  He pulled his trousers back up and fastened them.

Howie took a deep breath and then opened the door.  He returned to the living room.  Logan was sitting on the sofa, his eyes were closed and he’d leaned his head back.  One thing registered to Howie, the man was sniffing the air.  Could he actually know? 

*No, it’s not possible!* Howie chided himself.

“You said that you wanted a shower.”

“Yeah I did.”

“Just go straight though the bedroom and you’ll find the bath.”

“Thanks, I’ll just follow my nose.”

*Omigosh, he does know!*

“Since we’re going out, if you’d lay out what you want to wear I’d be happy to press it for you.”

“No need, I’ll just steam it in the bathroom.  It works every time.”

“Ok if you need to borrow anything, just help yourself.”

“I ’preciate that, Howie.”

Did the man almost purr at him?  Howie shook himself as Logan left the room.  Obviously he was delusional.  He decided to put his time to good use.  He walked into the small office that had originally been the second bedroom.

“Oh hell!  I’ve only the one bed!”

Well, he’d just take the sofa.  Logan could have the bed, he’d manage all the better on the sofa. 

He sat down at the computer and quickly pounded out his notice to the building Super.  He ran the spell checker and then printed out the document.  He took the paper from the printer and scanned it.

Howie grabbed his keys and left the apartment.  He locked the door behind him.  He caught the elevator and pressed the button for the basement.  The car proceeded straight down without stopping.  The doors opened and he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

He followed the hall, made a left then a right and knocked on the door labeled “Building Supervisor.”  He was about to knock again with the door was abruptly opened.

“Howie!  How are you?”

“I’m fine, Tim.  I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to break my lease.  I’m moving to New York.”

“New York!  Why in the hell would ya want to go there?”

“I got a new job.” 

“We’ll miss you around here.  Well let me have that, I’ll file it.  Your apartment is in better shape than when you rented it so you’ll get your deposit back in full.”

“How much will the early termination fees amount to?”

“I’ll cut you all the slack I can; I’ll need you to pay for two additional months.  You’re supposed to give sixty days notice.”

“I know, I was planning on paying two months.”

“That’s all I’ll need.  When will you be leaving?”

“In about a week or so.”

“Alright, your deposit should cover the two months, if you’d like me to apply it.”

“That’s fine.  I’ll just need a receipt, so I can get reimbursed.”

“Come on in, I’ll write it up now.”

They stepped in and Tim moved to a desk in the corner of the room.  He lifted a pen and began to scratch out the receipt.  When he was done he tore it off the pad and handed it to Howie.

“There all done.  I hate to lose you as a tenet.”

“I’ll miss this place, Tim.  It’s the only home I’ve had since my Dad died.”

Tim clapped his shoulder.  He felt a reassuring squeeze.

“Good luck, Howie.  If you’re ever back in San Fran drop in, I’ll buy you a drink.”

“I’ll remember that, Tim.”

Howie walked out of the man’s office and returned to his own apartment.  He unlocked the door and walked toward the bedroom.  He heard Logan call his name.

“Yes, Logan?”

“Where did you go?  I was about to come looking for ya.”

“Sorry, I just gave notice on the place.  My deposit covered the fees, so I just got a receipt.”

“I was supposed to take care of that!  That’s why I stayed.”

“I’m sorry, but it’s really alright.  I mean it’s not like I’m a pauper.”

“Can you do me a favor?”  Logan asked through the door.

“I’ll do my best.”

“I decided to take a bath instead, could you come in and scrub my back?  I’m not that limber, the metal bones and all, so I usually have trouble.  I forgot to get a brush while we were out.”

“Sure, give me a minute.”

Howie steeled himself and then turned the knob on the door.  He pushed the door back and looked in.  Logan was leaned back in his big bathtub.  One leg was thrown over the side of the tub, and a cheroot was in the corner of the man’s mouth.

“Well come on in, I don’t bite, unless ya want me to.”

 Howie walked over and sat down on the ledge of the tub.  He glanced down and sure as hell there were no bubbles, but by the color of the water and the scent in the room he could tell that Logan had used some of his sandalwood bath salts.

Logan held out a sponge.  Howie took it and watched as Logan leaned forward.  He dipped the sponge into the water and began to rub the broad muscled back.  He swallowed hard as he saw the twin globes of Logan’s ass through the water.

“Could ya scrub a bit harder?”

“Sure.” 

He wrenched his attention away from that perfect backside and began to really work on the shoulders.  The muscles were taut, not hard from working out, but probably tension.  Whatever Logan had been though had really taken a toll on him.

“You’re really tense.  You mind if I work on those shoulders?”

“Would ya?  I’m just as tense everywhere.”

“I think I can help with that.” 

Howie sent out his power and touched the water.  It immediately began to roll and churn, the water began to move as though being directed by dozens of jets.  He had turned the still water into a powerful hot tub.  He then wet his hands in the water and began to knead Logan’s shoulders.

“You’re kinda handy to have around.  Oh hell that feels so good!”  Logan moaned as the knots of tension began to loosen.

“Just hold still and enjoy this.”  I know I am.  He’s practically purring under my touch.  Howie thought with delight. 

Minutes passed as Howie’s skillful hand coaxed out all the tension from Logan’s powerful shoulders.  He then pushed the man back.

“You lie back and I’ll keep the jets going.”  Howie stood up.

“Where ya going?”

“To the kitchen.”

“What for?”

“I was going to get us a couple of beers.”

“Ok, I’ll be here when you get back.”

The lids closed over those gorgeous hazel eyes.

Howie left the bathroom and went to the kitchen.  He stopped by the sink and ran cold water over his hands.  He splashed his face.  It didn’t help.  He opened the fridge and brought out two bottles of imported beer.  He opened them and returned to the bathroom.

Logan was still in the tub; his skin had a pink color to it from the intensity of the massage.  He looked so damned gorgeous. 

“Here you go.”  Howie said holding out the bottle.

Logan reached to take it, his fingers brushing the backs of Howie’s.  He took the beer and brought it to his lips.  He took a deep pull and then put the bottle on the ledge.

“Water’s starting to get cold.”

“I can add some hot.” 

He started to lean toward the taps.  A hand lifted to hold him under the chin.  It gently guided him to look Logan straight in the eye.

“You’re driving me crazy, do you know that?”

“Huh?”

“I can smell your pheromones.  I’ve smelt them all afternoon, and then I come in here and smelt what you’d done.”

“If this is a joke.”

“It’s not a joke, I want you.” 

Logan brought his lips down on Howie’s.  When he pulled back gently he looked at the man.  Howie was trembling.

“Are you certain that this is a good idea?”

“I’m not really into one night stands, if that’s what you’re worried about.  I plan to hang around, if you’ll let me.”

That was all it took.  Howie willed his body to change into hot water; he flowed out of his clothes and into the tub.  He surrounded the naked body like a second skin.  He changed the structure of the water than usually comprised his head, it shifted and returned to a semi solid state, it was like his skin was transparent and filled with warm water below the neck he remained in the form of heated liquid.  He opened his mouth and engulfed the monstrous organ.

“Oh shit!  This ain’t fair!”  Logan started to complain, and then moaned as the wet heat of this talented man’s mouth enveloped his manhood.

In this state all he could do was tease Logan with his watery tongue, he also sent out ripples along the body, teasing the nerve endings just under that luscious skin.

Logan’s hands sought him out, unable to get a grip on him.  He heard the man growl in frustration.  He smiled as he sent powerful currents to stimulate the sensitive skin of the perineum. 

Logan leaned forward and laid a finger on the drain’s control.

“Either you turn solid or you’re gonna find yourself in a nasty place.”

Howie flowed out of the tub and reverted to his normal state.  He was standing there naked as the day of his birth.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Course I wouldn’t but it got ya here like this didn’t it?”

Logan stood and stepped out of the tub; he caught the man in his strong arms and pulled him down into a earth shattering kiss.  His tongue darted forward into Howie’s mouth, teasingly.  Howie caught it and sucked it gently.  He felt Logan’s cock big and hard against his thigh.

“Bedroom!”  Howie stated as he pulled away, but took the shorter man by the hand and began to pull him after him.

“I’ll get your bed wet!”

“If you were bone dry you’d still get it wet, I plan on making you sweat!”

 The only answer was a deep chuckle as Logan was pushed down on the bed.  His hand kept the grasp on Howie’s and he pulled the man down to join him.  Their lips met, tongues dueling as their hands sought out the most sensitive areas on each other.

Howie rolled on top of Logan, his cock pressing against that of the man under him.  He began to move slowly, creating an intimate friction.  Logan gasped as the sensations began to build within his powerful body.  His calloused hands grasped handfuls of hair and pulled the man’s face to his where he attacked those lips yet again, he sucked on the tongue that probed his mouth.  He caught Howie’s bottom lip between his teeth a pulled gently.

“You want to put your big buddy here inside me, Logan?”

“Yeah, wanna feel him deep inside you.”

“What you gonna do to me?”

“Gonna pound you through the mattress, make you feel so good.  Make you scream my name.”

Howie moved lower, he opened his mouth a brought the big cock to his lips.  He began to lathe it down with his saliva, when it was good and wet he took it as deeply into his throat as he could manage.

“Oh, yeah!  Suck my cock, baby.  That’s good, yeah take it deeper!”  Logan’s hands fisted into the sheets beneath him as the sensations began to overwhelm him.  He felt the man’s sharp exhalation as he pulled off. 

Logan pulled the man up to face him, he wiped the wetness from those blue eyes. 

“It’s alright, don’t force it.”

Logan slid down and took Howie’s length in one smooth movement.  He swallowed the cock all the way to the root.

“Oh, shit!  Logan, oh man yeah that’s it!” 

Logan slid smoothly along the length of Howie’s shaft, swallowing around it as he took it in completely and then hummed deep in his throat.

The man’s manipulations worked in concert to push Howie over the edge as his body began to contract under Logan’s hands.  Logan swallowed the hot fluid as it pumped into him.

When it had stopped, the man gently withdrew the organ from his mouth, he reached for the bag he’s placed by the bed earlier and brought out the pack of condoms and the tube of lube.  He placed the items within reach and the leaned down to lick at the skin just behind Howie’s balls.  As he tongue moved lower he felt the man begin to squirm under his renewed ministrations.

He continued until Howie’s demands for more were loud and guttural pleads.  He popped open the tube and coated his fingers heavily with the substance.  He pressed a single finger into the tight opening, felt it give way as he penetrated to the second knuckle. 

“More!”  The single word was Howie’s only response.

Logan began by adding a second finger, thrusting the two into the man.  He felt the way begin to loosen and he added a third. 

Howie moaned at the intrusion as those thick fingers began to play over his prostate.  His lover’s fingers began to thrust deeply within him, the man adding a twist of his wrist to the movement.  On and on those fingers teased the muscles deep within him, coaxing them to relax to open for him.  A fourth finger slipped inside him.  His jaw clenched, there was a bit of burning pain.  Yet this was soon forgotten as Logan’s attention again focused on his “sweet spot.”

“Logan, fuck me!”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, go to it!”

“You’ve seen it, it’s gonna hurt a bit.”

“FUCK ME!”

Logan quickly withdrew his fingers from Howie’s butt.  He tore open the package and brought out one of the large condoms.  He tore open the foil pack and quickly rolled on the sheath.  It was tight on his cock; he coated the latex with the lubricant, and then smeared more inside his lover’s passage.

“You may want to turn over.”

Howie didn’t say a word, he just brought his legs up and bent his knees until they rested by his ears.  One of the benefits of his preferred exercise regime was his superior flexibility.

“Oh hell, are you made outta rubber?”

“Put it inside me!”

Logan moved into position and pressed against Howie’s neither entrance.  Even with the stretching the way was difficult.  He pressed hard against the man and felt as the corona of his penis penetrated.  He slowly pressed in until the way began to tighten.  He stopped to allow the man to relax before he continued.

Howie’s eyes were clenched tightly, his jaw locked to keep from crying out at the pain.  He was no virgin but he’d never taken a cock as big as this.  But he’d be damned if he was gonna quit.”

Slowly Logan continued to penetrate, little by little until finally his groin was pressed tightly against Howie’s butt.  He stayed still, until the man beneath him began to wiggle, demanding that he move.

“So tight, Howie.  You’re so tight oh it’s so good!”  He sighed as he pulled back a couple of inches and slowly thrust back in.

Howie groaned as the thrust touched areas in him that had never been stimulated.  The corners of his eyes were moist and his breath was coming in short gasps.

Logan noticed the tears, he paused uncertainly and then began to pull completely out.  Howie’s hands reached up and caught him.  The man shook his head negatively.

“Don’t stop, baby.  Please don’t, I want this.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Always hurts a bit, that’s part of it Logan.  Just given me a couple minutes more.  I’ll be alright.”

Logan sank back into his lover.  The man’s face showed that the pleasure he was feeling had began to overcome any pain.  Still Logan held still until finally Howie bucked against him.

“Move Logan!  Please move!  Damn it fuck me!”

Logan chuckled, a deep chuckle that Howie felt echoed deep within him.  His lover began to thrust into him, at first only pulling out slightly and thrusting back in gently.  As Howie began to move with him Logan’s movements gained more and more range of movement until he was pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in.

“Oh shit!  It’s so damn big, Logan.  So goddamned big!”

“You like that big dick?  Like that big cock up your ass?”

“Yeah, oh hell yeah, I like it.”

Logan’s thrusts began to increase in rhythm as well as the power behind them.  He felt the familiar burning in his gut that told him his orgasm was imminent.  He gave a twist to his hips as he sank back down into the velvety heat of Howie’s ass.

Howie screamed as his orgasm started.  His hands reached up and pulled handfuls of the blue black hair and his back arched under the torrent of pleasure that tore through his body.  He pulled Logan down and arched his neck to meet him, he caught those lips and thrust his tongue deeply into the man’s mouth as Logan’s hips began to pound into him, and he felt Logan’s body tense against his as the cock deep within him began to throb wildly. 

Logan held his weight off the man beneath him as his body relaxed.  He began to back out of the man, gently easing his member out of the now stretched ass.

“I may have started out a tight end, but Logan I believe you’ve turned me into a wide receiver!” 

Logan reached down and pulled the condom off his now limp dick.  He knotted the end and threw it in the wastebasket by the bed.

“You ok?”

“I’m ok, just gonna be sore in the morning.  Damn, Logan you’ve wrecked me you know that?”

“I hope not.”

“Glad you’re planning on staying around, now a regular man wouldn’t do me any good.  I’ve found me a mountain man.”

“Mountain man?”

“Yeah well that’s one hell of a mountain that you keep in your pants.”

“Come on, I’ll draw you a hot bath.  It’ll help with the soreness.”

“To tired to move.  Can’t we just sleep?”

Logan walked to the bathroom and brought back a warm cloth, he cleaned his lover’s chest and then wiped away the excess lube from his bottom.  He was glad to see that there was no blood.

He took the cloth back to the bathroom and rinsed it clean.  He returned to the bed and spooned against, Howie.  The man’s breathing almost immediately settled into an even pattern as he slipped into sleep. 

Logan was thankful that Jean had taught him the Prantic meditation that would immobilize the muscles that extended his claws.  He went through the breathing and muscle exercises.  When he was satisfied that Howie was truly safe sleeping in his arms he too slept.

 ~X~

Logan woke slowly, languidly.  He felt a sensation that niggled at his consciousness.  Heat, wet, on his…His eyes snapped open.  To his surprise Howie was kneeling over his lap, his mouth filled with Logan’s cock.  Logan gasped as the man swirled his tongue over the engorged head.

“Howie?”

The man gently removed the member from his mouth.  He sat back and smiled.

“You had a killer hard-on; I thought that I’d make use of it.”

“After last night, it’s a wonder you’re fit for anything.”

“Oh, I’m fit.  I’ll just show you how fit.”

Howie moved astride Logan.  He reached back and lifted the hard organ and pressed it against his anus.  He pressed back until it penetrated him deeply.

“Whoa, no condom!”

“You’ve that healing factor, so you’re clean right?”

“Yeah.”

“On the nightstand you’ll find my test results from last week.  I’m clean, now you remarked about no wanting a one night stand, does that mean that you’re planning on a monogamous relationship?  Because I am, and if you’re not then I’d like to know.”

“Covered all the bases have we?  No I’m not planning on fucking anybody else.  It’s all I can do to handle one lover at a time.”

“Now if there are not further objections?  Good, I trust you don’t mind if I continue?”

“No, don’t let me stop ya.  Ah, shouldn’t ya get the grease?”

“Trust me there’s still plenty in there from last night.” 

The man then pressed down and showed Logan that he was still primed and ready.  Howie began to buck against Logan, the movement forcing Logan’s engorged member deeper and deeper within him.

Logan’s hands began to knead the muscular thighs.  His ass lifted to match the man’s downward movements. 

“You like that baby?  You like that tight ass?  Do you like being deep down in me?”

“Yeah, oh hell yeah!”

Logan felt the muscles surrounding him begin to contract, felt the fluttering motion take him deeper and deeper into his lover.  His balls drew tightly against his body as his lower abdominal muscles began to contact with almost violent force.  His seed jetted out of his cock, going into his lover’s dark recesses.

Howie felt the organ within him, felt it begin to throb.  The liquid fire flowed into him, sending its heat into his guts.  His own body responded in kind.  His essence was forcibly expelled from his body, the creamy white substance landing on Logan’s chest, one jet hitting the man’s cheek.

Howie collapsed against that muscular chest, his head coming to rest on the right pectoral.  It was large and well formed, hard from the extreme conditioning that his beloved obviously subjected himself to on a regular basis.  For all its strength and hardness it was the most comfortable place that he’d ever remembered resting his head.

“That was incredible.”

“Mmmmm.”  Howie almost purred the monosyllable. 

Howie felt those powerful arms encircle him, holding him tightly.  He felt cared for, needed, wanted, warm, and for the first time in a long time he felt safe.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”  Howie replied.

He felt Logan press a kiss on his forehead at the same time he flexed his hips and the now flaccid organ slipped from his body.  Howie felt almost bereft at the loss.  He straightened his legs, entwining them with those of Logan.

“So, babe what do we do today?”

“Well, as soon as I feel like my legs can support me, I’ll make breakfast.  You didn’t eat anything last night, and we have to keep your strength up.”

 “Yours too.” 

The next second there was a rumbling from Logan’s stomach, an instant later an answering rumble emitted from Howie.  The two men laughed.

“By all the holies, we’re even got attuned digestive systems.”  Howie quipped.

Howie converted to a gelatinous liquid and flowed from Logan’s grasp.  He reconstituted in a standing position beside the bed.  He reached for a thick terry cloth robe and struggled into it.  He knotted the belt at his waist.

“That’s not fair, not fair at all!”

“I’m sorry, but if I hadn’t I would have wanted to stay in your arms all day.  Unfortunately, we have things to get done.  You make the bed and I’ll get breakfast started.” 

Howie went to the closet and pulled out another robe.  He threw it to Logan, and quickly he walked out of the room.  He walked down the hall and into the kitchen.  He sat out a pan and then washed his hands.  Next he opened the fridge.  He began to assemble the necessary ingredients.  He would have to throw out a lot of his food that required cold storage.  However, he would make good use of his stores this morning.  He cracked eggs into a bowl and then began to dice ham and slice onions, and sweet peppers. 

~X~

 Logan watched as his lover left the room.  He smiled to himself, he felt more human than he had felt in quite a long time.  He got to his feet and walked to the bathroom.  He turned on the taps in the tub and warmed the water.

Logan entered the water and began to scrub himself clean.  As the water cascaded down his body he without thinking began to sing to himself.  “I’ve been lied to, been despised too. When will I be loved?”

Logan didn’t realize that the tune was coming from him, it evidently was a fragment from his former life.  He realized he was singing as his voice became stronger in the chorus.

*What the hell?* He thought to himself as he forced himself to stop.

Logan shook his head ferociously; there was something there just out of reach.  An image was almost visible through the haze, almost but not quite clear enough to make out any details. 

Logan exited the shower and dried himself on one of the giant fluffy towels that he’d found in the bathroom closet.  He looked in the mirror and rubbed a hand over his hairy cheeks.  He walked back out to the bedroom and brought in one of the bags.  He returned to the sink and closed the drain, he brought out a can of shaving cream and opening it he dispensed a puff onto his hand.  With his other hand he brought hot water to his face and wet the skin.  He applied the soap evenly to his face and then lifted the razor.

He made slow meticulous strokes with the razor, leaving behind silky skin.  When he was finished he rinsed his face and then opened the medicine cabinet he found a bottle of Pierre Cardin after shave.  He opened the bottle and slashed a bit of the liquid on his face. 

He continued with his work, as he pulled out the bottle of gel.  He squeezed dollop of the blue substance into the palm of his hand, and then rubbed them together to liquefy the gel.  He spread this through his hair.  He grabbed a brush and combed the entire mass straight back.  It took a life of it’s own as he put the brush down, it fluffed back into it’s regular form, the two symmetrical peaks on each side of his head giving him the characteristic animal like appearance.

Logan rummaged through his bags and brought out a pair of white socks, a pair of black underwear and the black jeans.  He took these items back into the bedroom where he placed them on the bed, he opened the closet and looked through the clothing.  He found a shirt that he liked; he opened drawers and found a white ribbed tank. 

He pulled on the tank and stepped into the black micro briefs.  He pulled on the jeans and buttoned the fly.  He added the shirt and tucked it in, leaving the majority of the buttons opened.  He stuffed his feet into the black leather boots and pulled the belt through the loops of the jeans.  He looked in the mirror and smiled. 

He remembered the bed.  Logan quickly pulled the sheet tight and straightened the comforter.  He fluffed the pillows and returned them to their place.  He turned off the light and left the bedroom.

As he entered the kitchen he saw Howie standing over the cook top, he walked up behind the man.  He took in the look of Howie's body from the back.  He was a tall man with sandy blonde hair, which almost seemed to flow with a life of its own.  Not that it was long for it stopped just below the collar for the robe.  The shoulders were broad and well muscled, the back tapered down into a well toned v where it met the waist, from there was a firm swell of muscles that formed that perfect ass that crowned two very manly and well developed legs, which merged into long slender feet, that ended in long and finely boned toes.

Logan wondered what such a beautiful man could see in him.  Yes he was powerfully built, but for all his muscles he was still short.  He stood barely five and a half feet tall, he wasn't physically unattractive, but by the same measure, neither was he a "handsome" man. 

"Have a seat, Logan.  Your breakfast is ready."

Logan sat down; he smiled up at Howie as the man began to settle platters on the small table.

"Where's the army?"

"Right here."  Howie said as he rubbed Logan's rock hard stomach.

Logan almost purred as Howie's hands lightly caressed his abdominal muscles.  He looked up into that flawless face and into those blue eyes, he felt like he could drown in those twin pools.  They were crystal blue, like the waters of the Caribbean.  The tip of his tongue ran slowly across his parted lips, and Howie's mouth slowly, tentatively descended to claim his.

The kiss was slow, languorous and tender.  Logan felt his knees turn to rubber, thankfully he was sitting down.  He pulled the man closer, molding his body against the tall frame, as though trying to crawl inside his lover's skin.

They parted slowly, as unhurriedly as the kiss had began.  Howie stared into Logan's eyes; a brilliant smile lit the face and brought a glowing radiance to his eyes.

"You're so damned handsome."  Howie whispered.

Logan was taken aback.  He'd never been called that before.  Yes his lover was an Adonis but he was little more than chopped liver in comparison.

"What ya talking about?  You're the one with all the looks.  I'm just a muscle bound runt, with freaky hair."

Howie was taken aback, could this man be so unaware to his own looks?  He had been drawn to Logan because of the depths he'd seen in the man's eyes.  Secrets to be plumbed and shared over the course of a lifetime resided within that soul.  The freaky hair as Logan termed it was another attraction; it gave Logan the look of a predator.  It made him look dangerous and untamed; willing to protect what was his.  Howie had always been attracted to shorter men, but while Logan was compact, his strength more than made up for it, he wasn't meek or submissive like many of the short men that Howie had dealt with, he was strong, self-assured, independent and carried himself with a pride that usually was reserved for those who stood head and shoulders above the others in the crowd.  It all added up and made Logan an extremely striking package.  Yet Logan was more than the sum total of his parts, those things melded together and became so much more due to Logan's protective nature, his easy smile and an air of total guilelessness.  If he had a problem Howie could see him telling anyone without pulling any punches.  Get it out in the open and deal with it or move on.

"You have no idea how beautiful I find you, do you Logan?  Someday I hope that you will.  I could wax poetic with fancy words about what I see in you, but I prefer you hang around and see for yourself.   Actions speak louder than words, and I'd like them to speak for me."

Howie's hand had come to rest against the soft cheek, the thumb rubbed lightly over the silky, full lips.  Logan's head pressed into his palm.  The face turned and Logan dropped a kiss gently into that smooth hand.

"Now you eat up, we've got to get rid of some food before we blow this town."

"So now I'm a garbage disposal?"

"If you are, you're the sexiest garbage disposal I've ever seen.  Now eat up."

"What's on the agenda for today?"

"Today, I go in and clean out my office.  I don't need to give a notice because I actually own a fair percentage of the gym.  My assistant will take over and manage the place; the partners will start dropping in from time to time they way they did before I took the management position six years ago.

"You talked to your partners already?"

"No, but when I stepped in to the position there was an agreement that I could vacate the position at my leisure, they even put it in writing.  Doyle said that I'd eventually find a life.  I guess he was right."

"This Doyle, who's he?"

"Doyle’s a friend, no not a lover.  He has Angel.  They had some excess capital and were looking to invest.  I'd be introduced by a mutual friend and so I pitched the idea.  They agreed and Powerhouse came into being.  We've all enjoyed a good return on our investments."

"I thought that money was a problem?"

Howie laughed.  He managed to stop and cleared his throat.

"Logan I was raised by my Grandparents.  They grew up during the depression.  As a result, they lived frugal lives, in spite of the fact that they managed to amass a considerable fortune.   I inherited that as well as the estate that belonged to my father.  In addition I have numerous investments which at the present time are quite profitable.  In spite of my resources, I have found it difficult to go against the precepts of my upbringing.  If I want something, yes I get it.  However, I trade off.  Such as if I want a vacation home, I buy it.  But I may rent it out for the first couple of years.  If another property catches my eye, instead of buying that one too, I may sell the first or negotiate a trade for the new property."

"I see.  So if I'm not snooping, how much are you worth?"

"As of the end of the last quarter I was worth around two hundred-seventy million dollars."

Logan dropped his fork, and stared.  His eyes clouded over as this new information hit him full force.

"You may have heard of me by my given name.  I'm Howard Rouch."

"Howard Rouch, as in Rouch Computers?"

"That was years ago, I sold the company when IBM started snapping up all the independents.  I made a good profit and moved on to other things."

"I don't believe this."

"What's not to believe Logan?  In spite of my money, I have a desire to feel desired, and cared for.  Just as I have a yearning to have someone in my life I can respect and admire.  Does the fact that I am financially independent really matter in what we feel for each other?"

Logan thought a moment.  He shook his head.

"Nah, I cared about you before you told me ya's loaded.  That hasn't changed."

"And if I lost my riches tomorrow?"

"I don't care as long as you're with me."

"Alright, I'll clear the table and then I'll have to call Angel and Doyle."

"You go make your call, I can do this.  You've a dishwasher over there, so I can rinse em' and put em' in."

"Thank you; I'll only be a few minutes."

Howie slid his chair out and walked into the office.  He sat down and pressed a touchpad on the desk.  A plasma screen slid out of the end of his desk and into position.

"Computer, dial Angel Investigations."

"Dialing."  The melodious voice of his computer replied.  A moment later it again spoke.  "Connected, would you like to initiate visual broadcast?"

"Yes."

The screen flickered and the image of a light skinned man with dark hair appeared. 

"Howie?  How are ya dis fine morning?"  The voice was light and carried the hint of an Irish brogue.

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, Doyle."

"Ya're smiling like a cat dat jus' ate the canary.  Ya got laid.  Don' try'n deny it I can tell."

"I'm not denying anything."

"So who is he?  Is he gonna make a' honest man o'yea?"

"Whoa, down boy.  There's a lot of potential."

"Do we know 'im?"

"That's doubtful.  His name's Logan.  He's an X-man."

"Ya mean de Wolverine?"

"Aye, t'would be 'im laddie."  Howie said mimicking the man's accent.

Doyle turned to look over his shoulder.  He called out.

"Angel, Luv!  You'll never guess.  Howie's doing the mattress mambo with da Wolverine!  Yea' dat one, ya know the X-man!"

Angel came into view on the monitor.  He looked well; obviously Doyle was taking extremely good care of his lover.

"So you've found someone, at last?"

"Yes, in fact that's really the reason that I called.  I've taken a position with the X-men.  I'm relocating to New York."

"How soon?"

"As soon as possible.  I originally planned on two weeks."

"That's not necessary.  We've got someone who can take over administration of Powerhouse."

"Yea' is name’s Xander.  He's been micromanaging the hell out of us since Princess left to become a TV star."

"How is Cordy?"

"Last tim' we spoke da lass was in high spirits.  She'd just begun production of "Ask Cordy."  That was about six or seven weeks ago."

"Next time you speak with her tell her I asked about her."

"I will.  Now I'll have Xander out there first thing in the morning.  You go and get your office cleaned out and tell Misty to expect a Mr. Alexander Harris, and that he'll be taking over your position."

Howie scratched out the name on a pad by the phone.  He'd not want to forget and cause a problem. 

"Xander will manage the gym until when and if you decide that you'd like to take it back."

"I wouldn't want to snatch someone's job away."

"Oh, trust me he's mor'n enough to keep 'im busy when e's home.  T’ween Angel and myself, the poor lad hasn't had a good night sleep in months."

"Good luck, Howie.  Be certain that you keep in touch, we'll also need you to provide your new address and if you change banks your new account numbers so that we can keep depositing your checks."

"I'll call you as soon as we're settled in.  As for my accounts they'll remain unchanged.  I can always open a secondary in New York and transfer funds as necessary."

"Very well.  Good luck."  Angel said and moved out of view of the camera."

"May the road rise to meet you.  May the wind be always at your back.  May the sun shine warm upon your face.  The rains fall soft upon your fields.  And until we meet again- May God hold you in the palm of His hand."  Doyle quoted the Blessing written so long ago by Saint Patrick.

"Thank you, Doyle."

"Ay' fare thee well."  Doyle answered as the screen blanked.

Howie dialed another number.  There were a few more things that he needed to take care of.  Once his desk was cleared here he would go into work and clear up his work there.

~X~

Logan had just finished loading the dishwasher.  He walked into the living room and sat down, sinking into the leather recliner.  He lifted the remote control and turned on the television.  He'd surfed through several channels when his phone started to ring.

Logan extracted the small device and flipped it open.  He made a face as he realized he'd forgotten to check in last night.

"It's your dime."

"Logan?  It's Bobby."

"Hey ice cube.  Do ya miss me?"

"Ha ha, you've hardly been gone.  The Professor asked that I call and make certain that there have been no problems."

"None, Howie's put in his notice on his apartment and his deposit covered the last two months rent.  Not that money should be an issue.  Don't you dare tell a soul, Bobby.  Howie is, well let’s just say he's quite comfortable."

"I know, I did some research on Mr. Howie.  He never told me his name so I went to the Powerhouse website and downloaded a picture; I had the computer match it with several international databases.  I knew that he looked familiar."

"He shocked the shit outta me when he told me."

"So how are things progressing on a more personal level between you and the illustrious Mr. Rouch?"

"I don't kiss and tell."

"So you've kissed him?"

"Maybe, maybe a little more."

"Oh Wolvie you're absolutely no fun.  Just tell me one thing; do you think that you two will be sharing quarters any time soon?"

"There’s that likelihood."

"Well then I've got news.  The Professor had decided that our little family is growing beyond the scope of the Mansion.  So he's having cottages built on the grounds.  There's one for Jean and Scott and one for Remy and me.  There's also about three more that in the planning stages.  He's probably going to have them built as soon as ours are ready.  The crew started yesterday and they've already got the roof on ours.  The foreman told me that it should be ready for occupancy in about a week."

"No grass grows under Xavier's feet does it?"

"Nope, never has and probably never will."

"Listen; tell the Professor that everything’s fallin' into place.  We should be there ahead of schedule."

"Will do.  Oh and Logan, if you need a refresher course, I've got a couple of books I could lend you."

"Funny, ice cube.  Keep 'em you'll probably need to learn some new tricks."

"Man, Remy is teaching me all the tricks I'll ever need to know."

"Too much information, way too much."

"See ya soon, Wolvie."

"You too, Bobby."

Logan shut the phone and returned it to his pocket.

Logan heard Howie's footfalls as he entered the room.  He sniffed the air, how he loved the smell of this man.  Not a chemical, bottled perfumed smell but the innate musky smell of the man.  It was enough to drive Logan quite out of his mind.

"I'm going to go to the gym and get everything settled.  Do you want to come or stay here?"

"I wouldn't mind a look.  Besides I can always lift heavy objects for ya."

"I don't think that will be a problem Logan.  There's not too much to lift.  There are a few details that I'll need to see to before I clear out."

"Ok I don't mind waiting.  What type of equipment is there in this gym?"

"Mainly Pilates equipment, we're some regular cardio machines though."

"Ok, I may just take a look around.  If this Pilates is what makes you so flexible, I may just give it a try.  I doubt that it'll help me much though, you know metal carcass an all."

"It couldn't hurt.  If you like it then maybe we can get some equipment when we're settled at the mansion."

"Maybe."

"Let's go."

They left the house.  This time they took Howie's other car, a blue Dodge Viper.

The top was open on the car and as Howie drove through the streets of the city Logan leaned back and closed his eyes, allowing the sun to shine on his face.

Howie reached over and rested his hand on Logan's thigh, his fingertips brushing the end of the swell that ran down the inside of his left thigh.

"Stop that, you're gonna have me in a bad way."

"Really, I thought you liked it when I kept you up?"  Howie asked with a sincere tone to his voice.

"Yeah but not out in public, we can't take care of nuthin' out here."

"Okay.  I'll be good."  Howie said as he lifted his hand away.

"No you'll behave now, later when we're back at the apartment you can be excellent."  Logan said as he caught the wayward hand in his, lacing their fingers together.

"Howie, what do you like to do when you're not working?"

"You mean what are my hobbies?"

"Yeah."

"Well I have a new one that I plan on enjoying for a long time."

"What's that?"

"Making love with you."

Logan felt heat rise in his cheeks.  He hadn't thought it was possible until those words came out of his man's mouth.

"I didn't mean that, I mean we can't just spend all our time together luvin' ya know."

"Alright, seriously I enjoy music, camping, hunting and fishing.  I like going to the beach of course, with my abilities I would.  I enjoy a good action movie, but some dramas manage to capture my interest.  I like fast cars and hot men, I build computers as well as tinker under the hood of my vehicles.  Now what about you?  What do you like to do?"

"Camping is always nice, except where it's cold.  I can handle the beach, but I can't swim too good, too much metal in me.  It about all I can do to tread water.  I like cars and motorcycles.  Ah' helped Scott supe up a bike this past fall.  I don't know a thing about computers except I don't trust 'em."

"Why not?"

"They got no instincts; everything is based on the numbers.  I know that a lot of things can be predicted with good information but sometimes the numbers just ain't enough.  You've gotta rely on your gut."

"I agree, I may have made a fortune building computers but I don't believe them to be the end all and be all, the ultimate source of knowledge.  With age comes wisdom in a person; in a computer with age comes breakdowns, and eventually the scrap heap.   We're here." 

Howie pulled into a large parking lot; he drove directly into a reserved space and killed the engine.  He set the parking break.

Logan stepped out of the car and closed the door.  As Howie too exited he pressed the lock button on his key ring and then shut the car door and set the security system.

"With the top down and the windows open?"

"There are no side windows, besides the alarm will disable the starter if someone tries to steal the car."

"How are we going to get the cars across country?  Are you planning on us driving?"

"No, their both lease vehicles.  So I'll turn them in and pay off the lease.  When we get to New York we can go out and find a new car.  What kind of car do you have, Logan?"

"A beat to hell 1975 Ford F100 pickup.  I don't drive that much.  If I'm going somewhere I usually ride with someone."

"Did you have the truck at your earliest memory?"

"Yeah."

"It's only natural you hold on to it.  It may be part of a life you can't remember."

"Maybe, I really don't know.  Besides it runs.  It may look like hell but it gets me where I need ta go."

They entered the building.  Howie spoke to the girl behind the counter and started for his office.

"Excuse me sir, do you have a membership?"  She asked Logan.

"No, I'm with..."

"You'll have to purchase a membership, or at least a one day pass."

"Misty!  He's with me!  Leave him alone and let him through."

"Yes sir,” She answered Howie, "I'm sorry about that sir."  She turned and apologized to Logan.

"Whatever."

Logan strode into the room that Howie had entered.  He was surprised as the door was slammed shut behind him.  Howie attacked his mouth, his tongue delving in.

“What brought this on?”

“I just want to go home and rip these clothes off of you.”  Howie’s voice was husky and wanton.

“You’ve got to clear your desk then we can…”

“Please Logan; I’m so horney I can’t see straight.”

Logan led his lover by the hand to the large leather chair.  He pushed him down on to it’s smooth surface.  He then got down on his knees and backed under the desk pulling the chair with him. 

“What are you?”

There came the sound of a zipped being opened from under the desk.

“Oh, that’s what oh, god Logan.  So hot, so wet, oh!”  Howie’s head rolled back and his eyes closed as a contented gasp escaped his lips. 

Logan’s skillful mouth and tongue quickly had Howie gasping as he came.

Logan pushed the chair back and stood up, his finger catching a drop of the thick liquid that had spilled on to his lip.  He brought the glistening digit to his lips and licked it clean.

“Now if you’re a good boy, and only if you’re a good boy I’ll take you home and we’ll fuck each other senseless, understand?”

Howie nodded.  The sight of Logan licking his come from that beefy finger had reignited his fires of passion.  Yet he knew from the tone and the look of his lover that there’d been no more love play in this office.

Howie strengthened his resolve and began to pull files from a desk drawer.  He sorted them into piles and pulled out a pen and began to work.

~X~

A few hours later, he paged Misty on the intercom.  He asked her to step into his office.  One minute went by and then another she finally appeared.

“Yes Howie?”  She asked in her familiar way.

“Misty please come in a close the door, there’s something I need to tell you.”

The woman did as he asked and moved to take a seat in the chair in front of his desk.

“Misty, I’ve taken a job in New York.  Today is my last day, I’ve already informed Doyle and Angel.  They understand and are sending a replacement for me.  He will be here first thing in the morning.”

“I thought that I was up for the job if you left.”  Her voice was whiny and plaintiff.   

“If it were up to me you would have a chance, however I am not the only partner in this business.  I was overruled.  Mr. Alexander Harris will be here in the morning and he will be in charge of the gym.  He answers to Doyle and Angel only, not to you.  I’ve been lenient with you these past few years, he won’t be.  I expect you to be professional with him, address him as Mr. Harris unless he instructs you otherwise.”

“Gotcha boss.”

“Good, now has that prick Steve been in today?”

“He just left.”

“Today was his last visit to Powerhouse.  Mr. Steve Blankenship’s membership is now revoked.  I’ve overlooked him hitting on our clients but the other day was the last straw.  Mr. Drake didn’t lodge a formal complaint but I heard the incident and the Partners and I agree we will not have that type of ignorant asshole in this establishment.”

Logan had brought a cheroot to his lips and was looking for a match.  Misty leaned over and pointed her finger at the tip.  A flame extended lighting the cigar.

“We don’t usually allow smoking in here, but since you’re with Mr. H, I guess we can make an exception.”

“Thanks, I didn’t realize you were a mutant too.”

“Everybody on the staff is.  That’s why I like working here so much.”

Misty redirected her gaze to Howie.  She took on an almost tentative look as she phrased her question.

“Boss, the new man is he a mutant?”

“I don’t know, honestly.  However, Angel and Doyle both know the nature of the staff and I’m certain that they’ll fill him in.  We have a good crew here and their abilities are an integral part of this gym’s effectiveness.”

“One more question?”  She asked.  “It’s personal but I, well I consider you a friend and as a friend I’d like to know.”

“We are friends, Misty.  Go ahead.”

“Well, does this sexy bastard sitting over here have anything to do with you leaving?”

Logan choked on a lungful of cigar smoke.  He hid his mouth behind his hand as soon as he’d stopped coughing.

“No, I was offered the position before he and I became acquainted.”

“But he’s from there?  I mean you and he are…”  She stopped afraid that she’d overstepped her bounds.

“Misty,”  Logan interjected. “I think I know why you’re askin’.  Yes Howie and me are together, and I promise to take good care of ‘em.”

“Good, I mean it’s just that for all these years Mr. H. has done nothing but eat, sleep, and live this place.  I’m glad to see he’s found someone to bring him out of his shell.”

“So how did you figure this out, Misty?”

“I heard some really interesting noises coming from here earlier.  I swear I wasn’t trying to listen but I just heard it.”

Logan stifled a laugh.

“Good thing this is my last day here.  I don’t think I could live that down.”

“Oh no, nobody else was around, and I turned up the music to help drown it out.”

“Thank you, Misty for sparing my sensibilities.”

“Anytime boss.  Anything else I need to take care of for you?”

“Yes, please issue a credit to Mr. Bobby Drake’s account.  He paid a year in advance; he’s left for New York also.  I want to refund him the entire year, because of the incident with Steve.”

“Mr. Drake is in New York?”

“We’ve both taken positions within the same organization.”

“Oh, alright.  I’ll see to revoking Mr. Blankenship’s membership immediately, and issuing the credit to Mr. Drake.  Shall I call Steve or let him rage and call the police when he comes in tomorrow?”

“Call him.  Tell him it’s not open for discussion and that the owners have banned him, if he threatens to sue send him a photocopy of his contract, the wavier is in there and he signed it.”

“Will do boss.  Oh and since it is your last day, ah if I need to turn up the music again.”

“You won’t.”

“But if I do can I watch?  I’d love to see that man in action, he literally drips sex.”

“Misty!”

“See you around Logan.”

The woman smiled and left the office, closing the door behind her.

“I hope that her new boss has a real sense of humor, or she’s in for trouble.”

“She’s just pushing the envelope since it’s my last day.  Alright, I just have to shred my personal files and I’m all done here.”

“Where are they?”

“Right here, why?”  Howie said and put a box on the desk.

Logan extended his claws and proceeded to shred the box and its contents to tiny pieces of confetti.  When he was finished he retracted his claws.

“Are you in a hurry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving it’s been hours since breakfast.”

“Here hold the bag and let me get this stuff cleaned up.  Should I cook or would you rather eat out?”

“I saw an Outback on the way here.”

“It’s only 3pm.  A bit early for a steak dinner isn’t it?”

“Never too early for steak.  I’ll clean up this mess you call ahead.”

Howie hand the number in the rolodex, he flipped to the card and dialed.  He put their name on the list and was told that they should be there in about thirty minutes.

He hung up the phone and helped Logan finish gathering up the mess.  He took the bag out into the gym and stuffed it into a trash can.  Howie came back in the office and lifted a box.

“If you’ll get the other box we’ll be all set.”

 Logan lifted the box and together the men left the building.  Once outside the boxes were quickly stowed in the trunk of the car.  Howie asked Logan for the address of the mansion.

“Why?”

“I’m going to have Misty order an all in one Pilate’s machine and ship it to us there.  We’re going to get you all nice and flexible.”

Logan pulled a business card from his wallet and handed it to Howie.

“I’ll be right back.”

Howie was gone for about five minutes.  Logan had sat down in the car and was patiently waiting for his return.

Howie jumped into the car and leaned over to give Logan a quick pop kiss on the mouth. 

“Did ya miss me?”

“Horribly!”  Logan exclaimed.

“Let’s go get that steak.”

The car started and backed out of the parking space, Howie drove in silence but kept stealing glances at Logan.

“Why do you keep looking at me?”

“I’m just admiring you.”

“Well stop it, you’re making me as nervous as a virgin at a prison rodeo!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I’m just not used to someone staring at me.”

“You need to get used to it.  I can’t keep my eyes off you.”

“I don’t get it.”

“I swear I’m gonna pound it into your thick head, you’re bloody gorgeous!  Even more so now that you shaved that stubble, lets me see these cute cheeks.”

The restaurant came into view.  The car approached and Howie parked.  They entered the building and Howie spoke with the hostess.  They were almost immediately seated.

A young woman came out and took their drink order.  Both men asked for beer. 

A young man with spiky blonde hair returned with their beverages.  He sat the glasses of amber liquid down in front of each man.

"Hello, I'm Tad I'll be your server this afternoon.  Are you ready to order, or should I give you a few minutes?"

"I'll have a flat iron steak, cooked medium rare with baked potato and a chef salad with ranch dressing on the side."  Logan responded.

"Very good, and you sir?"

"Make mine a porterhouse rare, with potato and chef salad as well.  I'll have vinaigrette dressing."

"Thank you gentlemen.  I'll be right back with your salads."  Tad took the menus from the two men and quickly strode off.

"So what happens when the team isn't a mission?"

"We train, alot of my time is spent in the gym, or running on the estate.  There are also planned training exercises in the Danger Room."

"What's the Danger Room?"

"It's a computer controlled virtual environment.  It's programmed with setting, weather and usually a variety of enemies as well as innocent bystanders.  We us it to hone our skills."

"It sounds interesting, what types of environments is it capable of reproducing?"

"Usually cityscapes is what we train in, but I think that the Professor is able to recreate almost any type of setting."

"Do you think they's let me try my hand at programming?"

"I do see why not, Scott and Storm have both been known to do some programming on the computer that operates the DR."

"I almost can't believe everything that's happened.  Meeting the Professor, being asked to join the team, and then you.  It's almost too good to be true."

"It's all true, luv."

"Well if it turns out to be a dream, I hope I never wake up."

"Not a dream, I'm a hundred percent real, and I'm here with you.  And soon we'll be together in New York."

"I can't wait."

"You may wish that you hadn't joined.  I mean the training can be difficult, especially at first."

"I believe I can manage, as long as you're there at night to curl up next to."

"You wouldn't want your own quarters?"

"I'm sorry, I just thought that we.  Oh hell, I guess I'm pushing too hard."

"No!"  Logan exclaimed.  "I thought that I'd be pushing too hard if I suggested it.  Didn't wanna scare ya off."

"Well I'm not scared.  So should we share quarters or not?"

"I'm for sharing."

"Me too."

Logan leaned in a gave Howie a quick kiss.

"Ahem.  I'm sorry to interrupt."

"Oh that's ok."  Howie said quickly.

Tad put their salads on the table and offered to bring a pitcher of beer.

"That'd be great thanks."  Logan replied.

Tad left but quickly returned from the beverage station with a glass pitcher filled with the foamy liquid.  He quickly set it down and then left.

Logan grabbed the pitcher and started to refill his glass.  His nose twitched.  He smelled the liquid and quickly stood up and walked to the hostess's station.  He spoke to her quickly and then she followed him back to the table.

"This is the pitcher that you're complaining about?"

"Yeah."

"I'll get my test kit.  We're cracking down on this type of thing."

The woman walked away quickly only to return a couple of minutes later. 

"What's wrong?"

"That punk, Tad he laced this.  He brought us a Visine shooter."

"You mean he put eye drops in the beer?"

"Yeah, I was gotten that way once, since then I made it a habit to smell what I'm drinking when I'm out."

"This will take a couple of minutes, do you mind if I have a seat?"

"Not at all."  Howie answered.

"I'm Verna by the way."

"Good to meet you Verna, I'm Howie and this is Logan."

Verna had poured a small amount of the liquid into a plastic vial.  To this she added three drops of a clear solution and three drops of a red solution.  She gently swirled the liquid.

"Now if it changes to blue in the next two minutes then the test is positive for tampering."

"Why would he do something like that?"

"Any number of reasons, usually a server gets to know a customer and there is either an insult or possibly the person never leaves a tip.  So to discourage the patron from returning they'll slip eye drops into a drink.  When it's ingested within ten minutes the person is running for the bathroom.  Ah, we have a reaction gentlemen.  I'll just take out the trash.  I'll have Case take over your table.  He'll take good care of you."

"Thank you."

"Of course there'll be no charge for the meal because of this incident.  I do hope that you'll return and not let this turn you against our establishment."

"No, I just appreciate you taking care of the problem."

Within a moment an auburn haired man with fair skin and green eyes was standing at their table. 

"I'm Case, I want to apologize for the problem.  Verna told me about the situation.  I'll just take this and dispose of it.  Shall I bring you another, without the additives?"

"Please."

Case took the pitcher and disappeared into the kitchen.  He returned empty handed and made certain to stand where he could be seen as he lifted a clean container and filled it directly from the tap.  He immediately brought it over and set it down.

"I'll check on your steaks.  In the meantime is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No we're fine.  Thanks."

As Case left Howie leaned over and whispered.

"So why do you think he did it?"

"He walked up and saw us kissing just before it happened."

"A homophobe?"

"Maybe, I'll bet he thought that he'd fix us right up."

At that same moment the kitchen door slammed open, Tad stormed out into the dining room.  He walked right up to the table where Logan and Howie were sitting.

"So, you found out, how?"

"Smelled it asshole."

"Impossible."

"Not for me, I suggest that you get outta here."

"Or what?  A couple of queers gonna beat me up?"

"You asked for it."  Logan stood up and drew back his right hand in a fist.

"Logan, no don't do it.  He's baiting you."  Howie grabbed Logan's fist and made him sit down.

Verna appeared with an extremely muscular security guard.  They quickly approached and the guard grabbed Tads arm and twisted it up behind the man's back.

"You'll be sorry for this, you damned fudge packers!"

"That did it!"  Logan bellowed.  "Let'm go, I'm gonna take him apart!"

The police had been called and they chose that moment to arrive.  One of the cops restrained Tad and the other listened as Verna explained what had happened.  She had been an eye witness to the entire scene and told the office that she'd be down to file charges for the restaurant. 

"Man get off me!"  Tad screamed as the policeman locked first one then the other cuff around his wrists.

"You settle down or you'll get worse."  The cop growled.

"Man they are fags, arrest them, they are the sick ones, kissing in public!"

"You hear that Tacklebury?  They are the ones at fault, according to this scum bag."

"Yeah, kissing in public, disgusting."

The tall black officer leaned down and kissed the white cop, firmly on the lips. 

"Oh shit!"  Logan gasped.

"Double shit!"  Howie whispered.

"Goddamn!  Is every guy in this place queer?"  Tad screamed in rage.

Officer Hightower lifted the man by his arms and stared into his face.  He shook the man to place emphasis on his words.

"You're lucky that I'm here otherwise my partner here might have gotten an itchy trigger finger.  Now I suggest that you shut the hell up before I shut you up.  Is that clear?"

Tad's eyes had grown bigger with each word the man had spoken.  He simply nodded.

"That's a good boy," 

Hightower released his hold on the man.  Tad fell into a heap on the floor.  Tacklebury helped the creep to his feet and led him out of the building.

"I'm sorry about the show folks; I just can't stand idiots like that.  Enjoy your meal.  Verna, I'll see you at the station."

"I'll be down in about an hour Officer Hightower."

The man tipped his hat and left the building.

"Logan, Howie I hope that you'll forgive me that situation.  I tried to make him leave out the back door but he darted out here instead."

"No, don't worry about it."

"I'm so sorry.  I hope that this will make it up to you."  She handed him a booklet.  "These coupons are good at any of our locations.  There's enough for ten dinners for two."

"That's very generous."  Howie started.

"No, it's the least I could do after you've been subjected to that type of ignorance.  I'll be back to check on you two in a few moments."

Case had turned up just then with the steaks.  He placed them on the table and stepped quickly away. 

Howie was able to calm Logan; the public display of affection between the two officers had helped to diffuse his anger almost as much as seeing Tad carted away downtown.

The rest of their meal the talked quietly to each other, quite often low laughter would punctuate the conversation. 

When they'd finished their steaks they placed a dessert order with Case and sipped at hot espresso while they waited.

Case brought them their desserts and asked if there would be anything else.

Howie said that they were fine and asked for the check.

Case produced a black leather notebook, inside was the check.

Logan took the notebook.  The total on the check for was zero dollars, Verna had been true to her word.  Logan took his wallet out and peeled out three twenties.  He placed these inside the binder.

Case had returned and picked up the book.  He opened it and saw the money.  He leaned down.

"Excuse me, sirs.  There's no charge for your meals, because of what happened earlier."

"I know," Logan answered.  "That's yours."

"I appreciate it sir, but after what's happened..."

"Nonsense you take that."

"I just would like to say that it been a shear pleasure to serve you Gentlemen.  It's always nice to take care of family."

Case quickly walked away.

"Well what da’ ya know?  He looks more conservative than Bobby."  Logan said.

"Just shows to go ya that you never can tell."  Howie quipped.

The two men left the table and exited the building.  Once back in the car Logan patted his belly.

"All better now."

"I'm glad, personally I'm stuffed."

"So what're we doing now?"

"You mean besides sleep?"

"Nah, can't sleep gotta work this off."

"Running, yuck perish the thought, I too stuffed.  Well there's the gym or I don't know what do you want to do?"

"Take us home, Luv.  We'll see what pops up."

“I guess we can call the movers when we get home.  Tomorrow we’ll take the cars to the dealership and I’ll pay off the lease agreement.  I should also get on the computer and book a couple of seats to New York.”

“That can wait until later.  Besides if ya want to keep the cars until the end of the lease I know a way.  There’s a service called Hot Shots that can haul them to New York.”

“No, pulling out early won’t hurt my credit and I’ll be able to get cars that I actually like.”

“You gonna need more than one?”

“I want to get one for you.”

“I don’t want your money, Howie.”

“I know you are self sufficient, I just want to do what I can to make you happy.  Please let me get what pleasure I can by spoiling you.”

“I thought that you were living frugally.”

“That was when I was alone.  I’ve got you now, I don’t want to buy your affections, I just want to make you happy.”

“You can do that without spending a penny.”

“I’m not asking to make you little Lord Faulklaroy, I just want to buy you a new vehicle.  You can keep your old one; maybe put it in the shop.  I could help you restore it.”

 “Well I have been looking at that new convertible pickup.”

“Alright, we’ll go truck shopping once we get to New York.”

“Ya’ mind if I make a quick call?  I need to check in.” 

“Go ahead, I don’t mind.”

Logan pulled out his cell.  He tapped the keys and pressed the send button.  The call was answered on the fourth ring.

“Logan, how’s it going?”

“Bobby?  You sitting by the phone?”

“No, I am not sitting by the phone, I just happen to be working.  Now how soon until we can expect you?”

“Howie cleared his desks today, tomorrow we’re settling up on the cars and calling the movers.  Probably the next day we’ll fly out.”

“Kewl, so have you two discussed sleeping arrangements yet?”

“As a matter of fact we have, tell Chuck we’ll need a third cottage ready asap.”

“Hey Remy!  Logan and Howie are gonna be cohabitating!”

“Jesh, telephone, telegraph, or tele a Bobby.”

“I represent that, seriously Logan I’m happy for both of you.”

“Thanks Ice Cube.”

“If he ever hurts you I’ll freeze him solid.”

“Lemme go, we’re going home from dinner.”

“A bit early isn’t it?”

“Yeah, well we’re gonna be busy later.”

“I’ll just bet you are.”

“Bye.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, but if ya do name it after me.”

“Ok we’ll name it Ice Cube.”

“Hey!”

Logan disconnected the call.  He closed the phone and returned it to his pocket.  Bobby could always get him to smile.  The Cajun was a lucky man.  Of course he was just as lucky, Howie was an amazing man.  He could light up Logan’s day just by smiling.

“We’re home.”

Logan and Howie entered the apartment.  Logan flopped down on the sofa, spreading out to lounge.  Howie lay down in the ‘v’ of Logan’s legs, resting his head on the man’s lap.  He reached up to the table behind the sofa and lifted a remote.  He tapped one button and the lights dimmed, another and soft music began to play.

“You’ve entertained others?”

“Not really, I always planned to but I’ve used the system very little.”

Logan’s hands began to unbutton Howie’s shirt, when it was open he slid a hand inside and slowly caressed the washboard stomach, then moved upward to cup the hard pectoral. 

“Howie, my mutation makes me more animal than human sometimes.   My earliest memories are of fighting in a cage for money.  The spectators called me Wolverine.  They were all afraid of me, well most of ‘em were.  The ones that weren’t were stupid.  There was only one person who ever treated me like I was something other than an animal.  One night a young girl named Marie came in.  She ended up sneaking into my trailer when I left that hellhole.  You met her she took the name Rogue.”

Howie nodded, he didn’t want to interrupt Logan’s words.

“She and I became close; I almost felt like her well not her father but maybe an uncle.  She was innocent, and timid.  I wanted to protect her.  But even with all that in here.”  Logan softy struck his chest with a closed fist.  “I couldn’t let her in.  I had lost a lifetime of memories and I was hurt and angry and scared.  I swore that I’d never let that happen to me again.  I don’t think I could survive it again.” 

Logan broke off for a moment, he wiped at moisture that had formed in the corners of his eyes.

“I never let anyone else have control.  Yeah I’m a member of the team but I buck Scott and Storm at every turn, but when it comes down to it I do follow orders.  They’ve proved their leadership skills, they earned my respect.  Still I don’t let them in here either.”  He touched his chest again.  “They’re my team mates, comrades but I always stand outside the group and sort of look in.  Because if something happened to one of them I’d wanna die.”

Howie still waited, his mind taking in the words digesting it.

“Howie, somehow you’ve gotten in here.”  Logan gasped as tears flowed freely down his face.  “I don’t know how, but you slipped through my defenses, and I feel.  I feel so much it scares the hell out a me.”

“Logan,” Howie started but was cut off as Logan put a finger to his lips.

“Howie, I know we’ve not known each other that long.  I know that I’m risking scaring you off but it hurts so bad not knowing, and holding it inside hurts even worse.  I love you...with all my heart I do.”

“I’m not running, Logan.  I love you too, maybe it is early but I know my own heart and Love there’s no reason to be scared.  I swear I’m not going anywhere.  I’d come back to you from the pit of hell if you needed me.”

Logan was sobbing as Howie moved up to capture him in a lover’s embrace.  Logan lifted his face to Howie’s offering his lips to his beloved.  The man kissed him with a tenderness that renewed the tears that Logan was still shedding. 

“Make love to me, Howard.”  Logan almost pleaded.  “Let me know that you love me, make me yours.”

Howie stood up and lifted the man into his arms and carried him to the bedroom.

“Your back, I weigh a ton.”

“I’m fine.”  Howie assured him.

He laid Logan in the middle of the bed.  Howie stepped away long enough to turn on soft music and light several candles around the bed.  He returned and lay beside his beloved Logan.  His fingers gently touched the skin just below the hairline.  Slowly his hand slid back to cup the head and he claimed his lover’s mouth again.  As the kiss ended his lips traced a path to the junction of neck and shoulder.  He nibbled at the tender flesh.  His hand pulled Logan closer until he could feel their hearts beating as one.  Howie felt Logan’s lips on his shoulder, felt as the man’s tongue sought the sweet hollow of his shoulder. 

“This is all for you Lover,” 

Howie drew back slightly depriving Logan of the skin he’d been nuzzling.  He slowly opened the few buttons that held the shirt closed.  Logan sat up to allow him to slide the shirt off.  He pulled the tank top free of the jeans and brought it over Logan’s head.  He lowered the man back down to the mattress as he hands roamed over the muscled torso.  He leaned down to tongue one large nipple as it stiffened he gently pinched it between his teeth, he then moved to pay the same homage to it’s twin.  Logan gasped as Howie began to move lower lathing the individual muscles of the six pack with his tongue.  That hot wet tongue delved into the belly button, then followed the lightly furred trail down into the waistband of the jeans.  Howie came back up to kiss Logan, his hands cradling the man’s head as he lovingly plumbed the depths of the mouth, relishing in feel of the pointed canines against his tongue.  He moved to the side and nibbled at the lobe of the ear as his hands gently coaxed reactions from Logan.  As Logan gasped at the touch slightly rough pinch of his fingers on first one then the other nipple Howie lowered his head and ran his tongue against the skin under Logan’s arm.  Logan gasped again as the sensitive skin felt as though it were set aflame.  The taste was the essence of the man, a muskiness that was a part of his beloved, a part that he needed to experience. 

Logan turned into him and kissed him deeply, their tongues caressing each other in the moist heat of their conjoined mouths.   Howie’s fingertips slowly grazed the skin of Logan’s torso as they slid down to the waist.  He slowly unbuttoned the jeans as they continued to kiss.  He opened the jeans and slowly pulled away.  Logan lifted his hips so Howie could remove the tight denim.  He pulled the jeans down slowly, letting his calloused hands glide over the skin of Logan’s legs as he continued.  He pulled off the boots, allowing them to fall to the floor with a thunk and a thwack.  The jeans followed a moment later and then the socks. 

Howie lifted the foot to his mouth, it smelled faintly of soap still, he ran his tongue over the delicate bones of the little toe, and moved to the next and the next.  He sucked the big toe into his mouth and tongued it.  Logan was laying back, occasional shivers running through his body as Howie stimulated just the right nerves.    His hands moved in feathery patterns over the leg, his mouth following up the ankle, the back of the calf up the side of the knee to the inner thigh.  He pulled down the silk boxers and continued up his chosen path, moving up the leg, running his tongue over the skin just above Logan’s sex.  He moved past it and back down the other leg.  Logan whimpered as he moved away.  He reached the toes and started with the big one, took each into his mouth until he’d mirrored his path completely.  Logan pulled his knees to his chest.  Here was the proof in Logan’s words.  He never surrendered control, yet here he was offering himself to Howie.

Two pillows were quickly placed under Logan’s bottom to help support him.  Howie would not be rushed in this.  He leaned down, his tongue tracing the cleft between those two perfect cheeks.  He felt the tight pucker under the tip of his tongue and he pressed in, moving gently.  He began to lap at that ring of muscles.  He was rewarded for his ministrations as Logan began to thrash under him.  The man gasped as he pressed in yet again. 

Howie withdrew and concentrated his power, in middle finger grew long and slender.  It became transparent and filled with a viscous form of water.  He reached behind him to a table at the foot of the bed and lifted a sculpture of a small tower.  He held it over his hand and pressed a hidden button.  Scented oil flowed into his palm.  He rubbed his palms to warm the oil and then spread it over the transformed digit.  He also applied it slowly, teasingly to Logan’s entrance.  He slowly pressed the digit into his lover’s body, going gently until he would reach that tiny gland.  He began to massage that one spot, gently.  Logan shuddered each time he touched it.  Logan’s cock was rock hard, and it laid against his belly the tip just above his belly button.  While his finger was working its magic within, Howie leaned in and suckled at the large orbs beneath Logan’s member.  He sucked first one and then the other into his mouth, lathing them with his tongue, making them wet.  He pulled back gently as softly blew on the damp skin.  Logan’s body was shaking.  His entrance was relaxed and open.  Howie gently removed his finger and allowed it to revert to normal.  He quickly shed his clothing and coated his own aching cock with the oil.  He knelt between Logan’s raised legs, and brought them to his shoulders.  He pressed the head of his cock against Logan’s entrance and gasped as he slid in until he was completely inside the tight passage.  Logan was looking up at him, a look of joy and happiness touched those beautiful eyes.

“Love you, Howard.”

“I love you, Logan.”  He replied.

"Please."

Howie slowly flexed his flanks, pulling out only to slide back inside until he was completely engulfed once again.  The rhythm he set was slow, and gentle as his long fingers reached out to lock with Logan's. 

Logan beneath him moved, matching his movements as their primal dance began to slowly increase in it's rhythm and urgency.  Howie pivoted his hips and began to stimulate Logan's prostate.  A shudder ripped through the raven haired man as his passion peaked, he was captured in waves of ecstasy that threatened to drown him in their intensity.  Yet through it all he maintained eye contact with his beloved, the one man in all the world that he loved enough to allow himself to be made this vulnerable, this open, this loved.

Howie gasped as the contracting muscles squeezed him tightly, milking his member.  He grunted and moaned his lover's name as his body seemed to plummet from the peak of his passion down, down, down into the precipice of his release until he touched lightly back down to earth.

His skin glowed  with a fine sheen of perspiration.  He eased out of his lover's body and brought Logan's legs down.  Howie lay beside the man pulling him into his arms, into a firm lover's embrace. 

Logan lay with his eyes closed, allowing his body to float as his hand stroked the broad back of this beautiful man that had brought him so much please, so much comfort, so much love.  As he fell asleep the last words he said were.

"Love you."

Howie heard the whispered words, and they touched him to the heart.  He'd heard Logan say them earlier and he felt the same way.  But hearing those words in that gently whisper touched something deep within him.  It was hard to fathom but he felt like he'd known Logan all his life, he found that he could almost picture what the man would say, or how he'd react before he did.  And just now he could have swore that he'd heard those words spoken in the exact same way before.

"Love you too, Logan.  So much it scares me."  He whispered in reply and then let his body surrender to the oblivion of sleep.

~X~

Howie woke up a short while later.  He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 7 pm. 

Logan was snoring lightly, so he carefully extricated himself from the tangle of limbs.  He rose and silently walked out of the room. 

He went to the bar in the living room and poured himself a drink of scotch.  He opened a carved wooden box and brought out a cigar.

He took his drink and walked to the office.  He turned a knob to lower the volume of his computer.

"Computer, access webpage, USA Airlines."

The computer screen silently moved into position.

"Accessing, please wait."  The computer's voice answered.

The page then opened on his screen.  He clicked on the icon to receive a quote for a flight.  He entered San Francisco as the point of departure and New York as the destination.  A new screen formed on the plasma monitor.  He read over the offered fares and decided on one.  He entered the date for the day after tomorrow.  He was prompted for number of passengers and he entered two, he keyed in his credit card number and received a confirmation.  The tickets would be waiting for them at the airport.  He printed out the confirmation and placed it on the desk. 

He leaned back and lit his cigar.  He inhaled deeply, savoring it's rich flavor.  He was about half done with the cigar when he heard a low cough.  He turned in his chair an saw Logan standing just inside the door.

"You got another of those?"

"Sure, I'll get it."

"No, don't move."

"We can share, sit here Luv."

"Sure I'm not too heavy?  Don't wanna hurt ya."

Howie reached out and pulled Logan into his lap.  He offered the cigar to him.

Logan took it and pulled in a deep drag.  He exhaled with a smile of pleasure.

"Not exactly a cheroot."

"Nah, but damn it's good."

Howie took a pull and leaned down to kiss the man on his lap.  His lips parted and he allowed the smoke to flow from his mouth into Logan's.  He withdrew and Logan inhaled deeply.  He blew out a smoke ring.

"I think ya just made it better."

"You think so?"

"Yeah I do.  So what were you doing?"

"I just booked us a flight to New York.  We'll be leaving the day after tomorrow.  I'll book a moving service next and then we'll go back to bed."

"I think I'll take a bath."

"If you wait a minute I'll join you."

"When ya put it like that, how can I refuse?"

"Computer, access search engine, search keywords moving service, fully insured, cross country, online booking."

"Accessing.  Results are waiting."

Howie read through a couple of the listings.  He chose one and told the computer to display the page.

He quickly received a quote and booked the service.  He instructed the movers to arrive the next evening and he would be there to meet with them.  He printed the confirmation and placed it beside the one for the airline.

"There all done, now how about that bath?"

Logan stood up and Howie followed him to the master bath.  Logan turned on the tap and adjusted the water's temperature.  Howie added some of the bath salts and slipped into the filling tub.

"Come on in."

Logan slipped into the tub and settled himself in front of the light haired man.  Howie pulled him back to lean against his chest as he lovingly stroked the bare skin of Logan's thigh.  His lips nibbled at the nape of Logan's neck.

"Oh, Howard."  Logan gasped as he leaned his head to one side, giving those talented lips better access.

 Howie reached around the narrow waist and found that Logan was hard.  His body reacted, his need rising to meet that of the man he held.  He moved to perch on the edge of the large tub, pulling Logan with him.  He turned the man around to face him and spoke one word.

“Logan.” 

It was one simple word, yet it spoke volumes to the dark haired man.  Logan took the man, there on the side of the tub, he was tender and gentle as though the man he loved was made of spun glass.  When their idyll was finished they bathed and returned to bed and slept the deep sleep of the sated.

~X~

Howie woke to the smell of cooking food.  He stretched as a yawn caught him.  He stood up and pulled on a robe before joining Logan in the kitchen.

Logan was cooking; his bare bottom was framed by an apron that he’d tied on.  Howie put a hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh at the odd image. 

“No laughing, it’s not funny.”

“Oh no, the sight of your bare ass shining in my kitchen isn’t the least bit funny.”

Logan wiggled his butt and then he turned to the counter and began to spoon scrambled eggs on to a plate.  He sat the pan in the sink and then picked up another plate containing sausage and bacon these he placed on the table, there was already a bowl containing hash browns and right on cue the toaster popped up.

“It may not be as good as the omelets you cooked yesterday, but it’ll stick to your ribs.”

“Smells divine, most health nuts out here would have a stroke at the sight of all the grease but I’ll eat every bite, and smile when I’m done.”

And he did.

As Logan and Howie washed the dishes they did so in comfortable silence, it was as though words weren’t needed between them.  They were completely content just being together. 

Logan threw the drying cloth down and turned to ask when they were leaving for the dealership.  Before the question could come out of his mouth Howie was answering.

“You need to get dressed,” Howie said as he gave Logan’s butt a playful slap.  “We’ll each take a car and go to the dealership.”

“Great, I would have to get dressed.”

“Well, I don’t mind the private show but I doubt somehow that the salesmen at Dick Clarke Lincoln Mercury would.”

 “Alright, I’ll be ready in a couple of minutes.”

“Take your time, I’m going to call the dealership and explain the situation.”

Logan returned to the bedroom to pull on some clothes.  Howie decided to forgo the computer for the standard phone, he moved to the set mounted on the wall and lifted the receiver.  He dialed the number from memory.

“Good morning, thank you for calling Dick Clarke Lincoln Mercury.  How may I direct your call?”

“I need to speak with Daniel Clarke, in the finance department.  Please tell him that Mr. Rouch is on the line.”

“One moment please sir.”

There was a brief pause, a moment later the woman’s voice again sounded on the line.

“Please hold, Mr. Rouch while I connect you to Mr. Clarke.”

“Thank you.”

 “Mr. Rouch, what can I do for you this morning?”

“Daniel, I’ve got a situation that I need to address.”

“I’ll help all I can.”

“Well, I’m relocating to New York and I’d like to get out of my two leases.  I’m willing to pay them off when I turn in the cars.”

“That should be no problem, when will you be bringing the cars in?”

“This morning, probably within the hour.”

“I’ll calculate the pay offs and have the figures waiting when you arrive.”

“I’ll also need to arrange a rental, I won’t be leaving until in the morning and I’ll need transportation.”

“I can arrange that, anything special in mind?”

“No just standard transportation.  I’ll need to be able to drop it at the airport tomorrow.”

“Not a problem.  I’ll have the rental company drop the car here; I’ll flip the bill for it.  You’ve been a valued customer and it’s the least I can do.”

“I appreciate your consideration.  I’ll see you in about an hour.”

“Goodbye, Mr. Rouch.”

“Goodbye, Daniel.”

Howie hung up the phone.  He turned and walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.  The music was still playing from last night.  He turned it off and with another press of a button on the remote opened the curtains, allowing the morning light to flood into the room.

Howie sat there thinking about all the ways that his life had changed during the past few days.  He’d found a purpose in the X-men, a way to help his fellow man, and mutant alike.  He’d found a safe harbor from the storm that had engulfed him since his father had died, in Logan.  Logan was the love of his life, he already knew that despite the fact that they’d only been together a few short days.  Looking into those eyes was like connecting to a part of his soul that had been stolen away without his realizing it.  Only when their bodies and spirits merged did he realize that he’d been half a man for so many years.  The feeling of being complete again almost overwhelmed him.  His eyes began to shine with unshed tears.  However, they were tears of joy.  He could never remember being so happy.

“What’s on your mind?”  Logan asked as he entered the room.

Howie looked up at Logan.  He was dressed in khaki slacks and a blue and white button down.  He was freshly shaven and his hair had been brushed back until it literally shone blue in the light of the sun. 

“You look good enough to eat.”

“I thought that we were gonna take the cars back.”

“We are, you drive the Viper and I’ll take the Lincoln.  Just follow me to the dealership.  There is to be a rental for us to use until in the morning.”

“Let’s go.”

They drove to the car lot, Logan followed as Howie led him.  It wasn’t a long drive and they arrived early.  Logan parked the Viper and got out.  He was about to join Howie when a vehicle caught his eye.

Logan strode over to the glossy black SUV.  He read the window sticker and then opened the door to stare inside.  It was the convertible pickup that he’d been looking at.  The hard shell that covered the cargo area would fold up making the SUV a normal truck.

“You like that one?”  Howie asked as he came up behind Logan.

“It’s just like the one that I want.  Fully automatic, CD player and tape deck, leather seats.  On man I think I just cummed.”

“Is that all it takes?”  Howie laughed.

“Mr. Rouch?  You’re early.”

“Yes I am.  Daniel, if I order one of these from the factory can it be delivered to New York?”

“Certainly, we can arrange to send it anywhere.”

“Is there anything else that you want included Logan?”

“You sure you wanna do this?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!”

“Include the Global Positioning System, color keyed self retracting running boards, a lift out sunroof with interior trim panel, and add the towing package.”

Daniel had pulled out a pad and had written down everything that Logan had specified.

“Anything else?”

“I think that about covers it.”

“I’ll tell you what.  I’ll get a dealer plate and you can take that one instead of the rental.  When you get to the airport just call us and give the space number of where it’s parked and we’ll pick it up.”

“Thank you, that’s very considerate.”  Howie said.

“Not at all, now I’ve got the figures for your pay off.”

“Just put it on this.”  Howie held out a titanium American Express card.

“Very well, I’ll be right back with your receipt and the paperwork terminating the lease agreements.”

Daniel returned about fifteen minutes later and began to spread out papers for Howie to sign.  Where everything was signed and Howie had his copies he signed the credit card receipt and handed Daniel the keys to both cars.

“Now about the new vehicle, how soon until it can be delivered?”

“I’ll call a friend at the factory and see what I can do.”

“There’s an extra thousand in it for you if delivery can be arranged to this address in twenty four hours.”  Howie handed Daniel one of the business cards that Logan had given him.

“What are you doing?”  Logan asked after Daniel had reentered the building.

“We’ll need a vehicle once we’re there.”

“There’s plenty that we can borrow.  And I’ve got my old pickup.”

“I want you in that truck, you told me about the school’s garage facility.  We’ll start on the restoration once we’re settled in, and I’ve gotten accustomed to the training.”

“Mr. Rouch, I’ve got a confirmation on delivery.  The truck will arrive at the address provided no later than six today.”

“Very good, and put the entire purchase, with the tip on the same credit card.”

“Yes sir.  I’ll just need some information for the paperwork.”

“I want the truck put in Logan’s name.  Logan let me borrow your license.”

Logan pulled out his wallet and withdrew his New York State driver’s license.  Howie took it and handed it to Daniel. 

“Will you need any more information?”

“Since you’re purchasing the truck outright, no this will be sufficient.  I’ll process the order and be right back.”

“Why are you putting the truck in my name?  What if something happens and we don’t work out?”

“It’s not going to happen, but if something does then you’ll have a truck.  This isn’t gonna break me, Logan.  And remember you promised to make me happy.”

“I got a feelin’ I’m gonna regret that promise.”

“You’d better call and tell them to expect the delivery.  Have them call us if the truck doesn’t make it by six.”

Logan pulled out his cell phone and dialed.  The Professor answered on the first ring.

“Yes Logan?”

“Professor, I ah well I need you to accept delivery of a package for me.”

“What is it?”

“A new pickup truck.”

“You purchased a new pickup truck?”

“Not on my account, Professor.  Howie bought it, it’s to be delivered today by six.”

“That’s some service, alright I’ll be around so I’ll be certain that it’s signed for and that the keys are hidden from Jubilee.  She just got her license.”

“I appreciate that.  If it doesn’t make it be six please call me.”

“I’ll do that.  I take it that you and Mr. Rouch are hitting it off?”

“You could say that, how are the cottages progressing?”

“With amazing speed, I hope that you’ll both be pleased with yours.”

“I’m sure we will, listen I’d better go.”

“Have a safe trip home, Logan.”

“I will.  Goodbye Professor.”

Logan closed the phone.

“Did he think that you charged it to him?”

“I don’t really think so, I believe that he was just teasing.  Sometimes it’s hard to tell with Chuck.”

“Mr. Smith, I’ll need your signature on these.”

Daniel spread out a sheath of papers and handed Logan a pen.  Logan signed his name everywhere that Daniel pointed.  Finally, he reached the last page and signed and dated and initialed.  Daniel separated the originals from the copies and placed them inside file folders.  He handed one to Logan and had Howie sign another credit card receipt.

“Gentlemen it was a pleasure doing business with you.  Here are the keys to this beauty.  Just call the number on the key fob once you’ve parked it at the airport.  Put the keys under the mat and lock the door.  We’ll be out within the hour to pick her up.”

“We’ll do.”  Logan said and slid behind the wheel.

“Thank you again, Daniel.”  Howie said and shook hands with the man.

“No, thank you Mr. Rouch.  You’ve just sent my daughter to college.”

“Tell her to major in computer science.  We can use all the new talent that we can get.”

“I’ll do that sir.”

Howie entered the truck and closed the door.  Logan started the engine and backed the monster out of the space and exited the lot.  They drove back to the apartment. 

There was time before the movers showed up and Howie needed to pack a couple of bags.  He’d take enough clothes for a week and there was no way that he’d trust his computer to anyone except himself.

When they arrived at the apartment Howie began pulling out his luggage.  He and Logan had a total of four bags.

The first thing he did was go into the computer room and start issuing commands.

"Computer, purge household tasks."

The screen slid into place and the voice asked for his  confirmation code.

"User ID, Howard Rouch, identify by voice print."

"Idently confirmed.  Please enter code."

"Code alpha, omega, pi, one four niner."

"Purging household tasks."  There was a pause.  "Purge complete."

Howie placed a black sphere on a small platform and locked it into place.

"Backup all data to datahedron using level seven encryption methods."

"Backing up system.  Estimated time until completion thirty-two minutes.  Estimated memory usage, ten point seven tetrabytes."

Howie left the room and returned to the bed room.  Logan was packing his few items in one of the smaller cases.  He had removed his clothing and was wearing only a pair of black silk boxers.  As he turned around the words "Hot Stuff" jumped out at Howie.  He smiled as he started rummaging through his closet.

"Anything in particular I should pack?"  He asked Logan.

"Well, it's warm enough back home.  I'd say shorts mostly and tees.  A couple of pair of jeans and a couple of pair of trousers, with shirts to go with 'em."

Howie began to pull out various pairs of shorts, tanks and tees.  He added a dozen pairs of underwear as well as socks in both black and white and various lengths.   He pulled two large plastic bags out of a pocket of the case and put a pair of sneakers in one and in the other a pair of sandles.  He tossed these on top of the pile of clothes and then closed the divider.  He continued adding clothes to the case until it was full.  He closed and locked the bag.

He glanced at the clock.  He decided that the backup should be completed.  So he went back to the office.  Just as he entered the computer's voice sounded.

"Backup complete.  Please remove datahedron and store."

He lifted the black sphere and placed it inside its case.  This he would put in his carryon bag. 

"Computer, secure systems for relocation."

There was a whir of machinery as the screen powered down.  The top of the desk slid to one side and the screen folded flat against the small central processing unit.  A door opened in the back of the unit and a small square object ejected.

Howie took the hard drive and put it inside another protective case.  He then lifted the small cpu and began to disconnect the small motor servos from the unit.  When he was done it looked like a simple laptop computer that he held.  This also was put inside a padded bag and would be slipped into his carryon.

He closed the top of the desk, coiled the power cord and put it inside the desk in a small cubby and closed the lid, and then inserted various panels into openings that had been made in the large walnut desk.  He reached under the desk and pressed a protuberance.  There was an audible sound as all of the panels were locked into place by steel rods which were hidden within the dark rich wood.  Howie moved to the long drawer and using his key locked the desk.  Only his key would open the desk and reactivate the power systems.

 Howie returned to the bed room and stowed the electronic equipment in his carryon.  Logan had finished packing and was sitting on the bed.

Howie took his shaving kit into the bathroom and began to pile in his toiletry items.  When he had everything he would need he closed the kit and left it on the counter.  He'd use what he needed in the morning and then stow it in the other bag.

"You're packing too much."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because for the first month or so I plan on keeping you outta your clothes."

Logan grabbed his hand and pulled him down into a searing kiss.  Howie started to respond, then pulled back.

"Logan, we've got the movers coming this afternoon.  We don't really have time."

"Just a quickie?"

"A quickie what?  You don't know how to do a quickie, luv.  You always leave me wrung out.  If you're good, then tonight after the movers are gone then, well we'll just see what pops up."

"Aww, come on baby, just a little?”  Logan poked his lip out.

“If you pout, I’ll have to spank you.”

“You promise?”

The phone rang.

“Saved by the bell.  Hand me that will please, Luv.”

Logan lifted the receiver from the phone beside the bed and handed it to Howie.

“Hello, yes we’re home.  You want to come over now?  That’ll be fine.  Yes I’ve packed what I’m taking with me.  You want to start packing tonight?  I guess that’ll be alright.  Should we go to a hotel?  Oh alright, yes I’ll meet you here.  Alright, goodbye.”

Howie leaned over and hung up the phone.

“Looks like we’re staying at a hotel tonight.”

“Why?”

“Well the movers had a cancellation and they’re ready to start packing us up tonight.  They’ll work until everything’s on the truck and it’ll start across country tonight.”

“Get us a room with a mirror over the bed!” 

“You’re a sex maniac!”

“You love me that way.”

“You’re right, I do.”

Howie kissed Logan deeply.

Logan pulled back and wiggled a finger at the man.

“You gotta be good until we’re at the hotel.”

“A minute ago you were ready to jump my bones!”

“That was a minute ago, now we’ve gotta get the lead out.  I’ll take out the trash; otherwise they’ll truck it to New York with everything else.”

“You take out the trash, I’ll book a room.”  Howie called.

“Remember, mirror over the bed!”

“Go on!”

Howie pulled the yellow pages out of the night stand.  He leafed through until he found what he was looking for.  He dialed the number.

“It’s a good evening at Crowne Plaza San Francisco, how may I help you?”

“I’d like to book a room for this evening.”

“Alright sir, do you have a room preference.”

“I need a smoking room, and ah if there a honeymoon suite?”

“Yes there is, and ah yes it is available.”

“Could you tell me the amenities that are included?”

“The Honeymoon suite is has a sitting room, master bedroom and a luxury bathroom complete with sunken tub, the master bedroom has a gas fireplace, a king sized four poster bed, there is a motorized hideaway mirror in the room, the sitting room includes a fully stocked mini bar, and a pull out sofa bed, just incase.”

“I’m sorry, but what was that about a mirror?”

“Ah, yes.  There is a panel over the bed that at the touch of a button retracts to reveal a large mirror.”

“I’ll take it, please book the suite under Howard Rouch.”

“Very well, I’ll just need a credit card to guarantee the room.”

Howie read off his credit card number and scribbled down the confirmation number on a pad he kept by the phone.

“I will also need to arrange for an airport shuttle tomorrow morning.”

“That is not a problem sir; you can arrange that with the concierge upon your arrival at the hotel.”

“Thank you, we should be arriving in about two or three hours.  Could I arrange for a bottle of champagne in the room and there are some other things I’d like to have done.”

“I can connect you to the Concierge now sir.  I’m certain that he can take care of everything for you.”

“Thank you.”

“Please hold.”

Howie spoke quickly to the gentleman that answered the phone, he told the man what he wanted waiting in the room.  The man told him that it would be no problem.  He offered his credit card number and was told that it would be billed to his guaranteed reservation.  Howie thanked the man and hung up.

~X~

Howie looked over at Logan and smiled.  They were driving to the hotel after having met with the movers.  Howie had copies of the contract, insurance papers in his pocket before he had given them the keys to his apartment.  Tim had come upstairs and met with the supervisor of the team. 

Tim had known the man, he’d moved several former tenants out of and into the building.  Tim’s assurance had been the icing on the cake.  Howie was able to put the transport of his belongings out of his mind.  Tonight he had other things to occupy him.

“Where is this hotel?”

“It’s the Crowne Plaza.  It’s only about eight miles from San Francisco International.  I’ve even made arrangements for a shuttle in the morning and Daniel is going to pick up the car there so we won’t have to drive.”

“Great, does that mean we can sleep in?”

“Our flight’s at nine am so we’ll need to be at SFO around seven.”

“Oh well, it sounds like a hoity toity hotel, so much for my mirror.”

Howie suppressed a grin.  That mirror was going to be the last thing on Logan’s mind tonight.

Howie pulled into a shopping center.  He parked the car and turned to Logan.

“I’ve got to run in for a minute, do you mind waiting here for me?”

“No, I don’t mind.”

“I’ll make it up to you.” 

Howie gave Logan’s hand a squeeze and he dashed out of the vehicle and into the department store he’d parked in front of.  He was out of sight when Logan slipped from the car.  He ran into the department store and found the men’s department.  He quickly found what he was looking for.  He paid for the item and slipped into the men’s room.  A couple of minutes later he returned to the vehicle. 

“Wait until he gets a load of this.”  He mumbled.

Minutes later Howie came out of the department store.  He got back in the car with a small bag.  He stuffed the bag under the seat and they continued on their way to the hotel.

“What’d ya get?”

“We’re almost to the hotel.”

“You’re not answering the question.”

“It’s a surprise.”

They drove on in silence until they pulled up in front of the hotel.  Howie grabbed the bag and stepped out.  He was met by a valet and a bellhop. 

The bellhop quickly unloaded their baggage while Howie explained to the valet that the dealership would be picking up the vehicle the next morning.  The man made a notation in the log book at his station and then got into the car and drove it to the parking deck.

Howie took Logan’s hand and the two men walked into the hotel.  The bellhop followed pulling the luggage trolley behind him.  They stepped up to the desk.

“Good evening, gentlemen.  How can I help you?”  The desk clerk asked.

“We have a reservation; it’s under the name of Howard Rouch.”

“Ah yes, here it is you booked the honeymoon suite?”

“That’s correct.”

The clerk smiled and slid a registration slip across the counter with an ink pen.

“I’ll need you to fill out the reg slip, sir.”

Howie filled out the card quickly and handed it back to her with his credit card.  The girl took them and imprinted the card and handed it back along with an electronic keycard.

“Bill, show these gentlemen to their room.”  She said and passed the bellhop a slip that she’d written the room number on.

“It’ll be a pleasure.  If you’ll follow me please sirs.”

Bill moved to the bank of elevators and pressed the call button.  They waited until the doors opened.  When the car arrived, Bill stepped on and they followed.

“Could you select the top floor please?”

Logan pressed the button for the 18^th floor.  The doors closed and the car began to rise.  They proceeded directly to the top floor and the doors opened.  The two men stepped out of the lift and waited for Bill to lead the way.  They followed him to the end of the hall.

“If I may?”  Bill asked as he extended his hand. 

Howie handed him the keycard.  Bill inserted it into the door and rolled the luggage inside.  He asked where they wanted the luggage.

“Bill, you can unload it right there.  We’ll take care of it.”

“Yes sir.”  Bill leaned in and whispered. “I’ll forgo the tour, wouldn’t wanna ruin your surprise.”

“Thank you.”  Howie said and pressed a twenty into Bill’s hand.

“Have a good evening Gentlemen and enjoy your stay with us.”

Bill returned the keycard and took the trolley and left.

“What was that about?”

“I’ll tell you later.  Come on let’s have a bath.”

“Huh?”

“Come on.”  Howie took Logan by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom.

The bathroom was lit by candles were which gave a warm cozy glow to the room.  The tub was filled with steamy water that was covered in a blanket of bubbly foam.  Beside the tub was a bucket containing a bottle of champagne and two flutes.  Soft music filled the air.

Howie turned and began to slowly unbutton Logan’s shirt, as each button opened to expose more skin he tenderly kissed his way down Logan’s torso.   He stood up and pushed the shirt off of Logan’s broad shoulders.  He kissed his man allowing the passion he’d suppressed earlier to flare.

His hands glided down that rippled stomach and stopped at the buckle of Logan’s belt.  He slowly opened the belt and then pulled the snap of the slacks.  He pulled back, his teeth gently pulling Logan’s bottom lip he looked down and opened the zipper and began to slide the trousers down the well muscled legs.  He stopped when he saw a glimmer of gold.  He reached behind the man and felt the bare skin of his butt .  Logan was wearing a gold thong!

“I have not seen these before!”

“I got em while you were in the store.  I slipped in too.”

“Well, I’ll have to remember you’re a sneaky one.”  Howie said as he walked around to see how the sexy garment framed his lover’s already sexy ass.

He came back around to face the man and kissed him so hotly that Logan’s toe almost curled.  Howie then knelt and pressed his mouth to the shiny gold fabric.  He opened his mouth and covered the head of Logan’s cock.  He breathed out the hottest breath he could manage.

Logan’s eyes closed and his head went back and the hot moist breath penetrated the fabric and stimulated him most erotically.  He bit back a sigh as he felt Howie’s hot mouth pull away.

Howie lifted Logan’s foot up and removed the shoe.  The bare foot settled back on the floor and then he removed the other shoe.  He reached up and pulled the thong down, leaving Logan standing there in all his glory.

Howie stood up and lead Logan to the tub, he helped him get in and settled him against the bath pillow.  Howie then popped the cork from the bottle and poured the champagne.  He handed Logan one glass and then lifted the other.

“To the best thing that’s ever happened to me, to you Logan.”  Howie said as he touched his glass to Logan’s.

“You’re the best thing in my life, Howie.  Let’s make it, to us.”

“Alright, to us.”  The glasses clinked and they drank.

Howie set aside his glass and quickly stripped out of his own clothing.  He settled against the opposite side of the tub, facing Logan.

“What are you doing over there?”

“Good things come to those who wait.”  Howie said cryptically.  His foot moved forward to gently slide over Logan’s groin.

"I want to try something.  Do you trust me, trust me not to hurt you?"

"Yes."

Howie moved to cover Logan's body with his.  He concentrated and his body became a thick fluid.  He turned up the ambient temperature of his "body" and then flowed to cover Logan's entire body, leaving open that rugged face that he adored.

~X~

Logan felt no fear as Howie's fluid form flowed over his body.  He closed his eyes and the fluid moved to cover his face from forehead to the tip of his nose.  It left his nostrils and mouth free to all him to breath. 

Oh the warmth, the moist heat that totally enveloped his body.  The sensations were intoxicating; the liquid began to pulse gently. 

Logan surrendered to the most intimate embrace that he'd know, it was the closest that he'd ever been to anyone, except for...

A memory fragment niggled at the fringes of his mind.  He sought it in vain for it faded.

He allowed his body to relax as he felt the heat increase; this had to be how it felt for a baby in the womb, surrounded by warm liquid that protected it and feeling the powerful beat of the strong heart of the one that loved it more than anything.

The moment moved Logan.  It stirred emotions deep within him, he felt tears stinging his eyes, felt the hot salty fluid ooze under his closed lids. 

He felt Howie withdraw, and as he opened his eyes saw the man reconstructed into his normal form.

"Logan?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong.  I just felt for a moment that I'd experienced that before.  But it's not possible."

"I've had feelings like that since I met you.  It's like deja vu.  I would have told you sooner, but I didn't think that you'd believe me."

"I do.  It's like I've know you for my entire lifetime."  Logan then brought his lips down on Howie's.

The blond man opened to his lover's insistent probes, he felt an arm behind his knees and another on his back as he was lifted.  He felt Logan's steps and knew that they had left the bath. 

Howie opened his eyes a saw that they were in the bedroom.  It too was lit by candles, the bed had been scattered with fresh rose petals, there was another bottle of champagne chilling on ice by the bed, as well as bouquets of blood red roses which filled the air with their rich perfume.

"How did you know I love red roses? I usually keep that information to myself."

"I didn't.  It just seemed right somehow."

Logan laid the man on the bed almost reverently.  He stood there for a moment, his eyes devouring his lover's bare body, the muscular strength of the man and those blue eyes staring up at him, the candles warm glow reflecting on the moist surface of those twin pools.

"Logan, love me."  Howie whispered.

Logan glanced up at the ceiling over the bed; a look of disappointment momentarily darkened his features.

"Would I disappoint my, darling?"  Howie said and reached out to touch the button that the Concierge had told him controlled the hidden mechanism.

There was a quiet humm as the panel slid away to reveal the mirror over the bed.  Logan’s eyes brightened as he slid into the bed.  He pulled Howie to him and together they made love on their sides, Logan slowly taking Howie from the back.  Their rhythm was gentle and tender. 

Howie called out Logan’s name again and again as he reached his peak.  Logan gasped out his name from the grip of his own climax.  Howie turned his head and sought Logan’s mouth with his own as they lay together, their bodies wet with sweat. 

“That was amazing.”  Logan whispered.

“Yeah it was.”  Howie agreed.  “I’ve got something for you.”

Howie stood and went to where he’d left his pants on the bathroom floor. He returned and snuggled next to Logan.  He was hiding something the cupped palm of his hand.

Logan’s eyes bulged as a large man's solitaire diamond ring was pulled from a black velvet box.

“I know it’s too early for anything more, but I’d like this to stand for my promise of what’s to come.”

“I don’t usually wear rings.”

Howie’s face started to betray his hurt.

“I said usually.  I’ll wear it proudly.”  Logan said.

Howie slipped it on Logan’s left ring finger.

“Everybody’ll think we’re engaged.”

“Do we care?”

“Fuck’em.”  Logan said and kissed him.

Howie’s hands began playing over the broad back as his lips moved down partake of the sweet nectar in the hollow of Logan’s throat.

“Keep that up and you’ll have trouble.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for.”

“One of the benefits of my healing factor is….ahhh. a extremely short, oh, refractory period.”

“So I see.”  Howie said as his hand enfolded Logan’s again erect cock. 

He then pushed Logan on his back and moved to straddle his waist.  He rubbed the cleft of his ass against the massive member.

“You’ve made love to me already tonight, now I want a good hard fuck!”

Howie reached on to the night stand and brought over the bottle of lubricant that he’d had placed in the room.  He reached back and coated Logan all the while looking the man beneath him straight in the eye. 

“Gonna take it all, deep inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I wanna make you scream.”  He said as he pushed back against Logan’s cock.

“Oh, yeah!  Fuck that’s tight!”  Logan gasped.  His head was back as he watched Howie in the mirror over them. 

Howie was on his feet, squatting over Logan, he began to pound his ass down to engulf his lover deeply inside him.  Logan began to buck his hips, meeting his downward movements.  He pulled Howie down into his arms.

He rolled with his lover in his arms until he was on top.  Now it was Howie that was treated to the view of their bodies tangled together in the mirror above.  He watched for a moment, it was sort of like a being inside a porno but watching what was happening.  He decided that he liked fewer distractions. 

Logan lifted those beautiful legs and pressed them to Howie’s chest.  He slammed into that moist heat, he grunted and moaned with each movement, an answering gasp or moan sounding from beneath him.  Logan slapped his ass.  He gasped as his body instinctively clenched on the invading organ. 

“Oh fuck!”  Logan gasped.

Howie began to contract his anal muscles, each time Logan gasped as he slammed deeper into him. 

“Gonna cum,” Logan gasped.

Howie squeezed as tight as he could.

Logan screamed as he continued to pump his cock into Howie, the searing heat of the orgasm flowing into him.  His hand moved to pinch the nipples that crowned those massive pecs. 

Howie felt as though an electric current was flowing through his nipples and straight to his cock as his cum splashed against his chest.  He screamed out Logan’s name through his own overload of pleasure.

He felt the gentle withdrawal, he gasped at the loss.  His legs lowered and Logan collapsed to his side.  He felt the strong arms pulling him in, he settled his head on the firm chest.

“I wasn’t the only one to scream.”

“Nope, you certainly were not.” 

“Love you.”

“Love you more, I’m bigger.”

“That doesn’t really matter when it comes to the heart.”

“I know.”

“We’re sweaty, want to shower?”

“Too tired.  Wanna sleep.”  Howie replied.

“Go to sleep then.”

“The mess.”

“Lemme get up and I’ll take care of take.”

Howie moved to lie on his back and felt the shift as Logan got off the bed and went to the bath.  He returned and quickly cleaned the remains of their passion from Howie’s chest.  He returned to the bathroom and began to extinguish the candles.  He came back in the bedroom and did the same. 

Howie felt as though he were floating in a sea of black ink as the last of the candles winked out.  He felt Logan return to his side and he moved back into those strong arms.  The last thing he felt was the press of lips to his forehead.

~X~

Logan woke up early that next morning.   He slipped out of bed and into the shower.  When he was cleaned and had showered and dressed he woke the still slumbering man.

"Howie."  His voice was a gentle whisper as he leaned down to kiss the sleeping man.

"Huh?"  Howie's eyes looked heavily up at him.

"It's time to get up.  We've got to catch the shuttle."

"Yeah.  I'll get a shower."  The man stood up and staggered to the bathroom.

Logan called room service and ordered coffee and croissants.  Before Howie had finished dressing the order was being delivered.

They sat and ate the light breakfast.  Howie still had to drowsy look of someone who wasn't really a completely awake yet. 

"You got your bags all packed?"

"Yeah, didn’t really unpack."

"Alright, well I'm finished.  I'll get our stuff together by the door.  You call down to the desk and check on the shuttle."

Howie lifted the nearby telephone.  He pressed '0' on the keypad and waited for the answer.

"Guest services, how may I help you?"

"This is Howard Rouch.  I ordered a shuttle for six am."

"Yes sir, are you ready to come down?  Shall I send up a porter?"

"That's not necessary, we can manage.  Is the car waiting?"

"Yes sir."

"We'll be right down, please go ahead and close out my bill to the credit card you have on file."

"Very well, sir."

Howie hung up the phone.

"The car's waiting on us Logan."

"Well come on, no time like the present."  Logan said and hefted one suitcase and pulled a larger one by the handle."

Howie threw his computer bag over his shoulder and mirrored Logan's movements.  They exited the suite; they had to pause by the elevator while the car arrived.  Once inside they proceeded straight down to the lobby.

Howie stopped at the front desk to sign his receipt and the clerk called the shuttle driver. 

The man arrived on the scene with a luggage trolley.  He loaded everything with the exception of Howie's computer bag on to the trolley and showed the men to the portico.  He opened the door and allowed them to get settled in the black sedan.  Once they were inside he opened the trunk and loaded their luggage.

Minutes later they were pulling onto the main road.  It was still early and there was surprisingly little traffic. 

"We should be at the airport in fifteen minutes.  What airline are you booked with?"

"USA Airlines."  Howie answered around a yawn.

"I'll park right by the door to their kiosk.  They'll start you through the security process immediately.  Ever since 911 things have gotten really tight."

"Understandable, if it keeps us safe that's fine."

"True."  The man answered.

They rode the rest of the way in silence.  Logan hand rested on top of Howie's.

When the driver parallel parked they slid out of the car.  The man lined their luggage up on the curb.  Howie handed the man a ten and thanked him.

Logan and Howie turned and went inside the terminal.  Inside they were greeted by a smiling ticket agent.  Howie produced his printed confirmation and the woman asked for his ID.  Howie flipped open a card case and produced his state issued driver's license.  They were then handed two packets containing their tickets and boarding passes.

"I'll take your baggage here except for your carryon."  The woman said.

Howie handed her first one bag and then another through the lower counter.  Logan passed through the two that he had.

"Thank you gentlemen.  If you'll proceed, just follow the blue line.  You'll begin processing your way through security."

They followed the line.  Logan stepped through the archway, the alarm sounded.

"Step to one side and hold your arms out straight!"

"I've got a medical certificate; my bones have been reinforced with metal."

The man continued to run the hand scanner over him.  The small machine let out a continual high pitched beeping, no matter where it was positioned.

“Shit, it’s everywhere!”

“Look here’s the certificate!”