Massage
by
Wild Thing
Disclaimer: They are SO not mine! I've been mildly unhappy with what Mark Millarrrrrr has done with them of late, so I took 'em. Frankly, I think they have more fun with me. :D
Author's Notes: This is Ultimate-verse for no other reason than it sounded good at the time. Oh, and because I wrote this for Eiluned. She is my Master as I am her Padawan Learner in the ways of The Smut.
There is no set time period for the story, other than some time when the idea of shagging like small, furry woodland creatures is relatively new to Logan and Jean.
One last thing: Thank you to Lady-T for the beta. There're extra jammy dodgers in heaven for ya, hon! Thanks also to Brin for the male perspective, yer a pal!
His large, calloused hands smoothed their way across her naked shoulders.
"Yer so tight, Jean. I think all that time you spend with Scott is doin' ya more harm than good."
"I'm not paying you to think," she said, clutching a towel over her breasts. "You said you knew some ways to help me relax. All you're doing right now is making me more tense."
"Yer not paying me at all, come to think of it. An' I've got all kinds of ways to make you relax... some more fun than others," Logan smiled wickedly behind her back.
"I've had just about enough of your innuendo, mister. Either give me that back rub you promised or get out of my room!"
"Calm down, Jeannie, there's no reason to get upset. I promised I'd help you relax and I will. No funny stuff."
He slid behind her on the bed, settling her between his outstretched legs. She scooted back until she was nestled between his thighs. Rough hands stroked back and forth across her shoulders a few times to get her used to his touch. Soft, warm skin covered corded muscle; she had been under a lot of stress of late. She certainly had not been kidding when she complained about neck and shoulder pain at dinner. Logan dug into the knots with his thumbs, provoking a painful hiss.
"Sorry. I'll start out slow. You need to relax those arms, though. Just let 'em drop to your sides."
Jean tried to crane her neck to see him, but was stopped short by a flash of pain. "You just want me to drop the towel. Nothin' doin', buster. I agreed to take my top off and that's it. You're not getting a free show."
"Wouldn't dream of it." He worked his thumbs in circles and gently pinched her shoulder muscles between his thumbs and fingers. Jean tried to relax her shoulders as much as possible without letting go of the towel. She let her head hang forward until her chin nearly touched her chest. He expanded his touch to reach from her neck to her upper arms, stroking back and forth in an even rhythm, working her muscles as it enhanced her overall feeling of relaxation, almost lulling her to sleep.
Logan's hands moved up the column of her neck, lightly milking upwards, stretching her neck just enough, until he reached the knotted muscles at the base of her skull. He held her head lightly between his hands, kneading the tension away, her head bobbing gently, proof that she was completely relaxed.
He leaned back against the headboard, bringing Jean with him. Logan cushioned her against his bare chest, and the friction of his chest hair against her smooth back made his nipples harden. Not wanting to disturb her, he continued stroking her arms while bringing his legs slightly closer together, continuing the sensation of touch down her legs.
Jean felt completely relaxed. Logan's constant, soothing touch made her feel warm and peaceful, the last of her tension draining away from the tips of her hair. She felt him pull her back to rest against his chest. Her whole back felt deliciously warm and his chest hair tickled her ever so slightly. She was too relaxed to do any more than smile slightly as she laid her head back to rest on his shoulder.
Jean's neck was right next to his nose. He could smell the enticing scent of her and he closed his eyes to breathe her in deep. He opened his eyes to see the barest smile on her lips. Logan closed his eyes again, leaning in close, feeling the coolness of her hoop earring against his cheek playing counterpoint to the heat spread across his chest. His hands trailed down her arms and onto her thighs, the extension causing him to shift his pelvis slightly, making him catch his breath as a shock of sensation radiated from his groin. Jean nestled into his chest, unwittingly arousing him further.
The feeling this movement caused was too good for him to resist, so Logan began moving his hips in small, rhythmic motions, increasing his ardor. He slid one hand up to Jean's stomach stroking the smooth flesh there, the other hand brushed over her panties. Jean, in her half-doze, began to respond. She let her arms fall slowly, one to Logan's thigh, the other to his hand between her own thighs.
Logan took her quickening pulse and respiration, as well as her fingers' encouragement, as a sign to proceed further. His hand dipped inside her panties as the other snaked up to cover a breast. Jean began to stroke and knead Logan's thighs in time with his movements. The increased movement worked the towel into Jean's lap.
The sudden rush of cool air on a place that had so recently been warm roused Jean from her relaxation. She froze momentarily to take stock of her situation. Logan noticed the change in her just as two of his fingers found her clitoris. He immediately stopped where he was, trying to assess her state of mind.
"Jean?" he paused. "Are you all right, baby?" He had been enjoying it so much, he thought she had, too. Now he thought that she might not have really realized what was going on.
Jean felt his fingers so intimately within her folds. Even motionless, they felt incredibly good. She wiggled her hips to increase the sensation of his fingers on her. "No." She was nearly breathless. "Don't stop, Logan."
Logan released the breath he did not even know he had been holding. He began stroking her intimately as she ground her bottom into his groin. Logan's head hit the wall behind him as he let out a gasp. His uniform pants felt uncomfortable and he longed to be rid of them. He did not want to do anything to jeopardize his pleasure, but he was afraid of putting Jean off if he went too far.
Surprisingly, it was Jean who now took the initiative. She reached behind her, stroking Logan's buttocks, trying to pull the tight uniform pants down off his hips. Logan braced against the wall for leverage and raised himself off the bed, allowing Jean to pull his pants down enough free his penis.
"Is that better?"
"Much. You read my mind," he crooned in her ear.
"Not at all," she teased. "Call it a hunch."
"Now you. Take your panties off." He ran his tongue up the curve of her ear. "I'm not gonna be the only one caught with my pants down."
Jean leaned back against him and lifted her bottom slightly. Logan moved both hands up to cover her breasts, squeezing gently. She hooked a finger on each side of the waistband and slid the interfering garment slowly down her legs. She placed her hands on Logan's hips and worked the tight pants down to his knees. As she repositioned herself between his legs, she made sure her backside stroked the length of his shaft. Logan let out a long, shuddering moan and she smiled to herself. Jean then used her feet to push his pants the rest of the way down.
Logan used his hold on her breasts to clutch her tightly to him, trapping his throbbing member between them. He placed hot, wet kisses up and down her neck, the soft sucking sounds alternating with little gasping cries from Jean. She kneaded his thighs and bottom in rhythm with his attention to her breasts.
He began to lift her off the bed. Together, they repositioned Jean so that she was sitting on top of Logan's pelvis with his length jutting up between her thighs. He brought his legs together and she kneeled straddling him, clutching his penis tightly into her folds. She spread her legs wide and rubbed her clitoris with his shaft, moving her hips in tight circles to enhance the sensations. Logan then switched to cupping her breasts from underneath so he could roll and pinch her nipples as she rode him. She leaned back against him and she stimulated herself and ran her hand along the underside of his shaft at the same time. She felt a tingling heat and tightness and she knew her orgasm was approaching. She sped up her fondling of Logan until he was panting in her ear. He stopped breathing entirely as he came, white spurts arcing in the dim light. She felt an enormous sense of satisfaction as her orgasm overcame her.
Logan left pale handprints on Jean's flushed chest when he released her. He let her go only long enough to brush sweat-matted hair out of his eyes, then returned his hands to her waist. In spite of having just come, his penis had softened very little and he was anxious to have another go.
"C'mon, Jeannie, that was just a taste. I want you to really ride me. Ride me like you mean it." She let him lift her by the waist, and she positioned him at her opening. He slowly lowered her down until he was fully inside her. "Yer so tight, Jean," he moaned as his head fell back.
He filled her up completely. It felt so good to be so pleasantly stretched. She only allowed herself a moment to enjoy the sensation before starting those tight little circles again. Ride him like I mean it? she thought, I'll show him how much I mean it!
As she swiveled her hips, she clenched down on him and drew herself up excruciatingly slowly. She then, just as slowly, plunged back down, taking him all the way back in. She milked him upwards again, until only the head was inside. She braced herself and bobbed up and down, letting the head catch again and again and again before pushing back down in one quick thrust.
Logan's hands clawed at the blankets like he was scrabbling at some last, tenuous grasp of sanity. He couldn't draw a full breath and was reduced to near-frantic gulps of air. Jean refused to let up though, and reached down to gently tug on his scrotum, tickling the underside. Logan couldn't hold back any longer, it was impossible for him not to come, but he couldn't. He felt something tightly constricting the base of his penis. His eyes rolled back into his head at the sheer pleasure overload.
"Uh uh, I don't want you to come just yet. I haven't shown you just how much I mean it," Jean challenged. She clenched around him tightly and telepathically tickled the pleasure centers in his brain. Logan's whole body shuddered as she released her telekinetic hold and he came harder than he ever had before. His body twitched and jerked as he spilled the last of his hot seed into her.
It took him several minutes to regain his breath and his ability to think clearly. He managed to croak out, "God, Jeannie, where the HELL'd you learn to do that? That was flippin' amazing!"
"Oh, it's nothing your average telekinetic, telepathic girl couldn't do," she said mildly as she lay across his chest, stroking the hair in little circles.
"Girl, there wasn't nothin' 'average' about that. I damn near died!"
"Aw, Logan, you say the sweetest things," she giggled.
Exasperated with her mocking, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her up for a kiss. She returned it eagerly, sucking hungrily at his lips. He slowly rolled her over, kissing as they went. He sucked at her nipples as he positioned himself to enter her again. This time would be slow and seductive. His hands wandered her body, fluttering across her breasts and down her sides, worshipping her as an object of wonder. He kissed her with reverence on her cheeks and eyelids as he slowly, gently entered her. He made love to her in long, smooth strokes, lavishing attention on her breasts, caressing her thighs, encouraging her to wrap them around him, bringing them even closer together. He took his time, arousing her by inches, allowing a slowly building climax guaranteed to be all the sweeter for the wait. When she finally came, after the ripples subsided, all tension seeped out of her body, leaving her completely relaxed and sated.
Logan looked down at the heavy-lidded, drowsy smile on her face; he withdrew from her and gently left the bed, making his way to the bathroom. When he returned, he crawled back into her bed and pulled a blanket over them both. Jean, too limbless to even open her eyes, slid a hand to touch his thigh under the blanket.
She mumbled in a half-doze, "Thank you for the massage, Logan. I feel so much more relaxed now."
He lay on his arm and watched her face, lightly brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. "Anytime, Jean. Anytime."
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