Night and Day: Time for You and Time for Me
Chapter 10
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Alpha Flight belong to Marvel. The movie belongs to Fox. Belarus is an independent country and belongs to its citizens, mutant and otherwise. Bryn Mawr is a private women's college founded in 1885. It belongs to the women, mutant and otherwise, who have lived and learned there for the past 116 years. I do feel like Scott and Logan are a little bit mine since I've been borrowing them for so long.
He just stayed there on his knees in front of me, afterwards. Hands on my legs, looking up at me. I took his chin in my hand and looked at his face, wishing I could see his eyes. Thinking it might be worth dying just to see them once, just for a little while. Almost told him that, but didn't. Didn't want to scare him, didn't want him to think I was longing for it. I wasn't - not for death. Not now, anyway. Just longing for him, for all of him. Even those deadly glowing eyes.
I pushed his head down gently on my leg, stroking the side of his face and that soft, dark hair. "You have no idea how much I missed that, Scott," I told him. He gave me one of those half-smiles of his. "How much I missed you," I added, and the smile grew. Put my index finger at the corner of that grinning mouth and he sucked it in, stroked it with his tongue a little.
"Stand up," I told him after a while and he did. "Take off your clothes." He started unbuttoning his shirt, looking at me. I pulled it off of him and unbuckled his belt. Undid his pants, held his hard cock for a minute, running my fingers along the shaft. Then I let him finish undressing. Told him to lie down on the bed, on his back. I sat there next to him for a while, just touching him all over, looking at him all over. Got on top of him. Kissed him on the neck and the cheek, then pushed my tongue in his mouth. He had his hands on my ass and was moving a little under me, sucking hard on my tongue while he did. I reached between us to pull on his cock, rubbing the slit with my thumb. "What do you want?" I asked him. He turned his head away. "What's wrong?" He didn't answer, just shook his head. "Tell me," I said.
"I'm a little nervous. Scared to tell you what I want," he said, not looking at me. I got off of him, lay on my side next to him, fingers round his cock, thumb on top, moving up and down.
"Does this feel good, Scott?" He nodded. "I want to make you feel good. I want to give you what you want. Tell me."
His eyes were closed now. "I want to fuck you," he said. "Would you let me do that?" I didn't know what to say, didn't say anything. "That wasn't a good thing to ask, was it?" he said.
"I didn't expect it. You never said you wanted to before." Thought about it a little. "Did you do that with Warren?" He nodded. "I don't know, Scott."
"I know what I'm doing, Logan. I wouldn't hurt you."
"I don't care about pain. You know that."
"I care about pain. I don't want to hurt you. I love you."
I didn't say anything for a while. "You never let anybody before?" he asked.
"I don't know. You know how it is with me - I don't know what I've done and what I haven't. I don't remember ever doing it that way, but maybe I did. Maybe something happened. Maybe that's why I think I might not want to." I waited a long time. "Why I'm scared to." He took my hand when I said that.
"You think you had a bad experience?" I shrugged. "Sometimes I put my finger inside when I'm sucking you. You like that, don't you?"
"Yeah, I like that. But a finger's different than your dick."
"That's what I love about you, Logan. You pay attention to the details." I laughed. "Forget I asked. Just do me with your hand."
"I don't want to forget about it." Still rubbing him with my hand. Stopped to bend down and lick the underside of his cock for a minute, balls up to the head, real slow. Loving the taste of him, the smell of him. Loving the sounds he made when I did that. "I want to give you what you want, what you need. I'm just not sure. Could we just try it? Start slow, see how it goes? I might have to stop. Would you be okay with that?"
"More than okay, Logan. I don't want to do anything that doesn't feel good to you. We can stop any time."
I leaned in and kissed him. We kissed for a long time. He didn't seem in a hurry to do anything else. Finally, I pulled away from him and got a tube of lube out of the nightstand. Handed it to him and lay face down on the bed.
He lay down next to me, sort of half on me. His foot was stroking my leg, calf down to the ankle. Stuck a lubed-up finger into my ass, licking my back, talking to me. "Tell me if you want to stop, Logan. Tell me if anything doesn't feel good. I only want to do what feels good to you." Two fingers, now. Opening me up. It felt good. I told him that.
He got on top of me. Wonderful to feel him all over me like that, that long body pressing down on me. He pushed it into me, slowly, asking me right in my ear if it felt okay. Like he always says, more than okay. I felt filled up by him, wanted him moving in me, wanted him stroking that spot he'd hit on the way in. Told him that and he started moving. He was pressed hard against me, from his head down to his feet, intertwined with mine. Just moving his dick and his hips. Up and down, in and out. Slow and steady. "Harder!" I told him and pushed back, getting up on all fours, moving in time with him.
"Logan, you're so tight. You're so good. I love this. I love you." Reaching to pull on my cock while he fucked me harder and faster.
"I love you, Scott. I love what you're doing." He was lying on my back, pressed against me. Moving fast and hard inside me, rubbing me with his hand. Sweating hard now. Making these sounds in my ear, hot and loving. And saying my name. "Logan. Oh, Logan." Again and again.
"Give it to me, Scott. Harder. Hard as you can." He did what I told him to, pushing in hard and strong. Panting in my ear, no words now. Then sucking on my earlobe, moaning and whimpering while he did. Pushed in real hard one last time and I could feel him coming inside me. Hot breath on my neck, pushed against me, hands on my hips. Felt like it kept pumping in a long time. Then he kind of collapsed on me. Just stayed there for a couple of minutes, then pulled out and lay down on his back, still breathing hard.
I lay down next to him. He took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, Logan," he said. I put my arms around him, kissed his eyelids.
"What are you sorry for?"
"I got carried away. I meant to make you come first. You always do for me. I didn't mean to come so quickly. It just felt so good and you kept telling me 'harder' and 'faster' and... I don't know." Then he said it again. "I got carried away."
I put his hand on my cock again. He started stroking up and down. "It's okay, Scott. You made me come before. You can do it again now. It doesn't have to be while you're fucking me. It felt good without that. Really good."
"Yeah?" he asked.
I nodded and then realized he wouldn't know what I was doing. "Yeah, Scott. Real good. Keep rubbing. Did I ever tell you I love your hands?"
"All the time." He smiled, stroking harder and faster now. "Hey, Logan. You said you love me, before, when I was inside you. Did you mean it?"
"Yeah, I meant it. Don't expect to hear it a lot, though, okay?"
"Okay. I'll just kind of replay that one for a while."
"Finish me off with your mouth, Scott... That's it. Suck harder. That's good." Back where we came in. His mouth on my dick, hands on my thighs, sucking hard. Finally taking me all the way in, squeezing the cum out of me.
We held each other for a long time afterwards. Talked a long time - about the project, about stuff going on back in Westchester, about people we knew.
"I've got a poem for you, Scott," I told him. "Wendy taught it to me. Maybe you know it - she said it's a real famous one. She thinks it's about what we're doing here. I don't know - some of it's kind of religious, but there was one part I liked, made me think of you and me."
"So, go ahead," he said, grinning big. "Recite it for me."
"Well, I can't remember it all, but here's the part I liked:
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
Do you know it?"
"Oh, yes. Why does it make you think of us, Logan?"
"Sex and violence, right? Two of my favorite things, like you said. Well, maybe not sex but desire, anyway. That never went away, for either of us, right? Even when things were real bad between you and me. Oh, and just sort of being warriors together."
"Yeah, I can see it. The images are beautiful, aren't they? I'll bring you your arrows of desire, Logan. Any time." He didn't say anything for a while, eyes closed, lost in thought. "So, Wendy thinks you're building Jerusalem in Saskatchewan's green and pleasant land? What do you think?"
"Well, it's not green for much of the year - mostly white. But I'll go with pleasant. It's stark but it's got its own beauty. The way it looks, yeah, but the sounds, the smells, too. Sometimes I just go out in the woods back there and sit for a while. Building Jerusalem? I don't know about that. I'm just worried about building places to keep everybody. And keeping the whole thing quiet, secret."
"Fine with me, Logan. We'll leave the larger implications to Blake - and Wendy. You can just worry about building the school, the center. And if the community here turns out to be the new Jerusalem, well, that would be okay, too, wouldn't it?"
"More than okay."
He laughed. "So, are your speech patterns rubbing off on me, too? Have I been calling people 'bub' without realizing?"
"Not that I've noticed. I'll watch for that. Or maybe next time you'll just tell me 'turn over'." He laughed again. Then I asked him to tell me the whole poem, and he did. Sounded different than Wendy saying it, or maybe the rest of it was just growing on me.
Finally he fell asleep on top of me, head on my chest. I picked up his glasses, lying on the bed next to us, and put them on the nightstand where we wouldn't roll on them in the night. Kissed him on top of the head. "I love you, Scott Summers," I said, as soon as I was sure he was asleep.
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