Series: No Greater Love
Title: A Moment in Time
Author: Sasha
Summary: Drunken birthday madness with the boys.
Rating: NC-17 for language, graphic m/m sex
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein, not mine, they belong to Marvel. I receive nothing but feedback and the enjoyment of writing the story.
Author's note: Story switches between Logan and Kurt's pov, starting with Logan.
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I finally remembered my birthday.
I was lying in bed sound asleep when I got this sudden this sudden image in my head of me and what I assume were my parents sitting around a table in front of a cake with five candle in the center. I remember looking up and seeing a calendar on the wall with the day November 16 circled in red.
Now other than me, the table, and the calendar, all the other details about the room, including the people surrounding me, are kind of hazy at best but the look on my face tells me that at least at some point in my life, I was truly happy and loved.
When I wake up my first impulse is to share this information with Kurt.
Well actually, it's to share it with Rogue because she already know all there is to know about me, but she and most of the other inhabitants of the mansion are gone, either on missions, school, or just away for the weekend. And one of the few people still hanging around here that I would share something this important with first would be Kurt.
It's as I come out of the shower, with a towel wrapped tightly around my waist that I come to a sudden realization. I search quickly around for the calendar I know to be somewhere in my room and confirm my suspicions.
Today is November 16th.
For once in my life, I allow excitement to over come me, and my mind races ahead to thoughts of celebrating the occasion in a drunken stupor.
With that thought in mind, I fly out the door to the elf's room to let him know he's got plans tonight. With me.
*****
I'm in my room, just hanging around, literally. I've got my tail wrapped around the base of the ceiling fan in my room and a book in my hand. Everyone is gone and there is really nothing to do right now. It's much too early to hit the bars so I'm just killing time until he comes around. I'm going stir crazy and I hope I can coax my friend into doing something tonight.
No sooner do I finish that thought than the very subject of my thoughts flies through the door.
I should point out that Logan has been my friend for a long time. We've been through and done a lot of things together, and we've seen each other in various states of undress more times than I can count, but this is the first time his body has actually had an affect on me. I'm assuming it has to do with several factors.
Factor number one: he's breathing harder than usual. I assume that, in his hurry to get here, he ran from his room at the very end of the hallway to mine. Something about the way his powerfully built chest heaves up and down to the rhythm of his breathing brings a stirring to my loins.
Factor number two: it's obvious that he just recently showered because his he's still a little damp, and the water from his shoulder length hair is dripping onto my floor and his body. I suddenly find myself fixated by a drop of water as it falls off the end of his hair onto his neck. There it stops for a moment before gravity takes over and my eyes follow the path the bead of water takes as it quickly travels the rest of the way down his chest, past his abs, until it comes to a stop as it hits the towel. Just watching makes me wish I could follow the trail with my tongue and I can feel my mouth go dry.
Factor number three: the towel. I don't know where the towel originally was, but now it hangs low on hips, barely hanging on at all. I suppress the sudden urge to yank the towel from his hips and unveil more of that glorious skin.
As I sit here staring, it slowly dawns on me that he's been talking all this time and I figure it would be in my best interest to tune into what he has been saying. And it seems as if I picked the right moment to come back into myself because he's just getting to the important part.
".....I couldn't really make out the faces or more details about the place, which frustrates the hell out of me, but on the plus side I finally know what day I was born on. So get dressed fur ball. We're going out to celebrate my birthday and my little memory flash."
"Why Logan that's absolutely wonderful. Congratulations on your breakthrough and did you just say today is your birthday?"
"Sure did. Now get ready. We need to get out of this place for a while.
*****
Normally alcohol doesn't affect me much. I could probably down half a liquor store and only succeed at getting a buzz but for tonight I want to get tanked so I do something I rarely do because I hate being hung over. I go down to the lab and down about half a gallon of formaldehyde so I can max out my healing factor. Going by previous experience, it will take my body until tomorrow morning to work out all the hazardous compounds and liquor I plan on putting into my body.
I go back upstairs and pound on the blue devil's door. Five minutes later we're out the door.
*****
Logan and I go bar hopping. It isn't until we get to the third place though that I notice Logan is acting a little differently. He is talking a lot, which isn't much of clue considering I'm one of his best friends. He is smiling a lot more which makes me a little wary. If there's one thing I know about the Wolverine it's that he doesn't smile. And usually when he does, he's got something up his sleeve. But the thing that really tips me off that something isn't quite right is when he starts dancing. Some girl just came up to the table and gives him a look and asks him to the floor and he grabs her and actually goes. The talking was normal; the smiling had me worried, but the dancing.......
Needless to say I find myself looking for the four horsemen of the Apocalypse because I am certain the list of signs goes Wolverine dances, then come the plagues, deaths, and famines that everyone is familiar with.
After getting over the shock and fear of seeing my feral friend willingly move towards the dance floor I just watch. He is actually pretty good. Of course at some point the girl he's with decides he isn't quite close enough so she moves closer to him and I can feel a growl start at the back of my throat. I find myself glaring at the girl while simultaneously enjoying the sight of the two gyrating and grinding against each other on the floor.
When he finally makes his way back to the table half an hour later I get the last clue I need to solve the mystery surrounding my friends sudden change in behavior. I ask him what's going on so he tells me what he did before we left and I am able to understand what is going on.
Eventually though we close down the last place we go to so we decide to call it quits and continue the festivities back at the mansion.
*****
We get back to the mansion and I send Kurt off to get the liquor while I go off in search of cups and I tell him I will meet him back in his room. I make it into the kitchen stumbling a little along the way and I have to laugh at myself. I've already got a huge lead on Kurt and the night is only half way done. I go up to the cabinet and grab the package of plastic cups because at this point I'm doubting my ability to carry anything fragile. As it is, it's a miracle I don't manage to kill myself on the way up the stairs.
*****
He walks into the room and I can't keep myself from laughing. First off it took him three tries to get the door open, and when he finally gets it open he uses a little too much force so it ends up bouncing off the door jam and hitting him in the chest, upsetting his balance just enough in his inebriated state to make him fall flat on his ass. It's just so amusing to see my normally stoic friend stumbling around in a drunken stupor with that silly grin still plastered on his face.
I continue to watch as he glowers at the door as if it's the door's fault, shrugs as if it doesn't matter and just crawls towards me, as if walking is beyond his capability at this point, and sits next to me on the floor. He fumbles with the plastic wrapping around the cups for a minute before he manages to free a couple and hands one to me.
*****
This is nice. I've been sitting here on the floor watching Kurt get progressively drunker while I passed that road a long time ago. We sit in companionable silence with the only sound in the rooming coming from the CD player. Right now I feel more at peace, and more relaxed than I have in a long time and I have my good ole buddy Kurt to thank for it.
"Thanks Kurt, for doing this with me today. I really appreciate it."
"It is nothing my friend, I enjoyed myself. But when the others get back plan on having another celebration."
I feel closer to Kurt than I have before this moment so I don't think twice about laying my head on his lap.
And I don't even blink when his hand starts to stroke my back.
*****
I feel his something land on my lap and my eyes pop open for the first time in the past couple of minutes. I look down to see him laying on his side facing away from me, and more importantly my crotch, which seems to have picked this moment to wake up. For some reason though the thought of Logan picking up on the scent of my arousal doesn't bother, or scare me at this moment so I lift my hand and I lightly glide my hand up and down his back.
*****
I'm on my way to sleep when something catches my attention. Without opening my eyes I try to figure out what it was. I pick up on a smell and it takes me a moment to place it. As my mind tries to wrap around the significance of my discovery I am distracted again when I hear Kurt call my name.
I roll onto my back and open my eyes to look at him just to close them again as he closes the last few inches that separate our lips.
*****
I can feel his breathing winding down as he crawls towards sleep and then I see his eyes twitch, and his nose flare as he catches my scent. I decide to take a chance and I call out his name, with a voice made husky by desire.
It takes a moment but he rolls over to face me making it easier for me to do what I want and he opens his eyes just as I close the distance between his lips and mine.
I start out with open-mouth kisses going slowly partly because I want to give him the opportunity to back out if that is what he wants to do. I don't want to scare him off because to be totally honest I really, really want to this to happen. And partly because we are way to drunk to even be trying this. I know he's done a lot of things in his life but being with another has never been one of them. I don't know if this is going to turn out to be a one shot deal, or if the possibility exists of this turning into something more so I want to make it as memorable for him as my first time with a man was.
I start by yanking the white tee he's wearing out of his pants so my hands can have better access to his bare skin. I try to take off his shirt but the mechanics behind removing the shirt while still being able to kiss him elude me so I settle on pulling at the material. I think I tug too hard at one point as I feel it give way under the pressure and it rips unevenly down the middle.
Ooops. I hope he wasn't too attached to that shirt.
Bit by frustrating bit I divest him of his shirt licking, nipping, and occasionally biting every inch of skin as it is revealed to me, all the while taking in the groans, growls, or even purrs from my feral friend. I touch and explore his back, the curve of his spine, the broadness of his shoulders, the strength of his chest, the dip in his lower back right where it meets his jeans, before my hands cup his ass to bring a little friction to our groins. It isn't until my fingers skate across his abdomen to the button fly of his jeans that Logan seems to wake up from his daze and take a more active role in our love play.
*****
To say that I am shocked when Kurt kisses me would be a vast understatement. I didn't think he had that kind of interest in men in general, let alone me specifically. Personally, I never considered it as a possibility before now but the fur ball is rapidly changing my mind.
He brushes his lips hesitantly over mine as if afraid of what my response will be. Then he runs his tongue over my bottom lip, nibbling and drawing it into his mouth. It is just then that I break out of my paralysis and lay there, passive but accepting, as he sets about igniting a fire all over my body. I feel my shirt draw tight across my chest just before the sound of something ripping, and then I feel nothing but him.
He moves us around so that ultimately he ends up on top as he continues his assault on my senses. It's when he starts to remove my pants that I finally remove my hands from his head.
I draw my nails down his back and gasp as I feel him increase the pressure on my cock. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt, and pull it off as I run my tongue along his neck moving on to place wet open mouth kisses along his collarbone. I get a sudden urge to mark him so I move higher to bite down on the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck and I feel his body jerk in response, then I think I hear my jeans tear. I vaguely wonder if any of my clothes will survive this encounter as his hands grip the waistband of my pants to drag them down my legs and once again I'm thankful for the fact that I don't wear underwear. I watch as he stands, valiantly trying to remove his own pants at the same time forgetting, that unlike me, who drops the shoes the second I cross the thresh hold of the mansion, he still has his on so he instead of accomplishing the task he set out on, he ends up falling on his ass. I roll over onto my side and laugh both at him and the absurdity of this whole situation
*****
I don't know why Logan's been affecting me the way he has today. I knew for some reason when I saw him this morning that this was what I wanted. I just didn't realize it would happen today. I want to take things slowly because I know he's never been with another man, but when he bites me I lose all coherent thought and with a speed I didn't know I had, I manage to strip him of his remaining clothing, but when I try to do the same for myself I realize belatedly that my shoes are still on my feet a second before my ass hits the ground. And that's when I hear the snickering.
If I wasn't so horny right now I could probably find more humor in the absurdity of this whole situation. When you think about it, we really do make quite the picture. Here we are two grown, but thoroughly inebriated men, fumbling around trying to reach completion, but I just can't find the humor in it right now. Instead I throw off the rest of my clothes, shoes included this time, push Logan onto his back and use my mutant ability to teleport us onto the bed. I watch from my seat on his lap, arms crossed, as he winds down from full-blown laughter to a sustained giggle. It's kind of cute seeing him like that, and were the circumstances different I wouldn't even care. But for this particular situation, having your partner laugh at you is not very conducive to the mood. Just then a particularly wicked idea comes to mind and an evil smile upturns my lips.
*****
I'm steady laughing at him and I know that he's going to kill me but I just can't seem to stop. Because I'm too busy laughing at him I totally miss the light in his eyes and the mischievous grin on his lips. Hell I'm still sniggering away as he parts my legs, resting his body in between them, rubbing his hands down my sides, a brief pause at my hips, down past my thighs, a light tug to bring my knees up, as he leans forward and kisses me. This maneuver manages to calm most of my humor, but it's what he does next that cuts it off completely and makes my mind shut down.
*****
I'm not too worried about the humor because you see I have a back up plan. The kissing and caressing is just a diversionary tactic until I am ready to move ahead. You see, people tend to forget that I have five, not four appendages I can use at will, so I've decided to remind him of that fact. While his hands are coasting up my arms, my tail is busy putting on the lube to prepare him with. So I have the distinct pleasure of knowing his attention is once again completely focused on nothing but wanting me as I watch his eyes go wide, turn that beautiful shade of gold that normally only happens when he goes berserker, then squeeze shut in pleasure. As his head tilts back onto the pillow, and his mouth goes wide as first a gasp, then a low drawn out moan comes out. As his body arches off the bed, his hips thrust twice against mine, and I feel his hands squeeze my arms with brutal force.
It's the most arousing site I've ever seen. I use my tail to stretch him as best I can because he's grinding our pelvis' together, devouring my mouth, dragging his nails down my back, and using his legs to pull me in. I position myself at his entrance, trying to calm him along the way so that I can go in slowly cause I know it's going to hurt but then he pulls me in close as he lifts his hips. Before I can stop it I'm halfway in and straining to hold still as his eyes shoot open, a high pitched whine issues forth from his mouth, and he starts to pant.
I touch my forehead to his, trying to collect myself enough so I can spit out something in the way of an apology, or at least something calming, but then he tries to shift away from me, making his ass tighten around my cock, which only results in me pumping back and forth several times before I can stop myself from moving again.
I grit my teeth as I try for a coherent sentence.
"Logan, my friend I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."
*****
The pain is already fading. The pain brought me back from that no man's land I usually only go to when I'm feral. I tried to distance myself from the elf, which simultaneously ended up being one of the stupidest and one of the smartest things I've done all night. Right now I feel completely sober although I know I'm far from it and I just want to finish this before I pass out from the liquor or from the effort of trying to hold myself still. When he put his tail to its rather inventive use he homed in on a spot that made me want to crawl through the roof. I trust him to be able to find that again. So I take a deep breath to stop the shaking, get my hands to release their death grip on his biceps, and slide them up to hook around his shoulders.
I look him in the eye before he says something to make me feel like even more of a woman than I already do, and whisper three little words designed to make his words falter, bring the heat back into his expression, and get us back on track.
"Kurt....
*****
...just move." He says, and I have never been more proud or happier to be this man's friend than now. Just as before I move, keeping in mind that he's inexperienced in this area and I don't want to cause him further pain, but if there is one thing I should know about Logan by now it's that he's got a mind of his own and he's...
*****
...so I'm pushy. But if I let Kurt have his way he'd still be treating me like a delicate flower, and that just ain't me. I appreciate the gesture but nothing about me screams handle with care. Besides come tomorrow morning any damage inflicted will be healed, and I'm curious to see if he can hit that spot again so I tilt my hips upward, and since I've already had one girly moment I decide another one won't hurt so I squeeze my cheeks together and...
"Oh god!"
Well there it is. I've managed to get him to hit that sweet spot, move faster, and lean lower so that there's also some friction on my cock as it rubs against his abdomen.
*****
He does it again and I groan as my body takes up a rhythm of its own, racing towards the goal. My focus narrows down until the world consists of just me and him sweating, moaning, grunting, and occasionally begging. And it goes on and on until it's broken by my name being screamed as his back arches and he spurts all over my stomach. I thrust once, twice sending my own seed deep his shuddering body. I collapse on top of his body struggling to recover from the intense pleasure racking my body.
I use the last bit of my energy to prop myself up only to find that he's already asleep. So I trudge into the bathroom, grab a towel to clean us both up, then get back into the bed pulling the sheets over us and I snuggle up against his side and off to sleep.
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