Fancy Meeting You Here
By: Jane McCracken
Pairing: Wolverine/Sabretooth
Rating: NC-17 Graphic violence and sex.
Summary: What could happen when two enemies find themselves eating
at the same place.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Feedback welcome. Don't be too harsh; it's my first slash. Send to:
[email protected]
Many, many heartfelt thanks to my sister, Natalie, who not only encourages
me, but she's a proofreader too!
Fancy Meeting You Here
By: Jane McCracken
"Welcome, Mr. Creed. Will you be dining alone?" asked Frances, the
maitre d' of Creed's favorite restaurant.
"Yeah, it's just me tonight. Put me at my usual table."
"Certainly sir. Would you like to start out with a Heineken?" He asked as
he led Sabretooth to his table.
"Yeah, have `em bring me a tall glass."
"Very good sir." He handed Creed a menu and said, "I'll send the waiter right
in." Francis nodded politely, then left the room.
Victor looked at the menu, not really giving it much consideration. He was
a creature of habit, so he knew what he was going to get. He seldom varied
in his choice when he came to this place. He came for the steak. They always
had the freshest, best tasting cuts of beef and they cooked it to perfection.
His side dishes changed sometimes depending on what he was in the mood for.
He sat looking out the picture window across from him. It overlooked the
ocean and he watched as the waves rolled in and out hypnotically. Even with
the sound of the ocean and the clamor of the restaurant, he heard the bike
approach.
X
Logan was in a foul mood. He scowled to himself as his bike roared down the
coastline on his way to who- knows- where. All he knew was he had to get
away from Scott. Scott and his lies. Scott and his Boy Scout way of life.
Always worrying about what other people will think and say. They were having
coffee together this morning when Scott informed him that he was seriously
reconsidering going back to Jean! He said, he was thinking about having kids
of his own and about all the things he shared with Jean. And thought maybe
he should give it another shot!
A fresh wave of rage swept over him and he found himself gunning the bike.
He roared along with the engine as he flew down the road. He had to stay
away from Scott for fear of hurting him, physically. When he realized Scott
wasn't joking, he overturned the table, sending both coffee cups flying and
launched himself at Scott! He deftly kicked him off and threatened to use
his optic blast unless Logan backed off. Logan responded by roaring and lunging
himself at him again. Then Scott did what he threatened and used minimal
power against Logan, sending him flying across the room and into the cabinets.
Scott watched as he hit and slid down the wall. Looking at him to make sure
he was all right, Scott was satisfied that he was unharmed and quickly left
the room, leaving Logan heartbroken and confused on the kitchen floor.
Logan had been on the road for about three hours when he saw the sign of
a restaurant up ahead of him. Deciding he could do with a drink, he pulled
in and turned off the bike. Swinging his body off the machine, he stretched
and looked around the parking lot. Not many people, only one other bike in
the parking lot. Good, he wasn't in the mood for crowds. As he was walking
up to the door of the establishment a familiar scent assaulted him and he
smiled. It was a harsh, violent-looking smile.
He walked in the door and looked around. The maitre d' asked if he could
help him. He said, "Give me a table. Smoking. Something with a view."
Frances led him in the same room as Victor, putting him well away from
his favorite client. Mr. Creed always came before the
restaurant got busy and was a very generous tipper, so it would not do to
upset him. Besides, the short, dark- haired man looked like trouble, even
more so than the familiar Mr. Creed.
"May I bring you something to drink?" Frances asked him. "Yeah, bring me
a beer." Logan responded. Whatever's on tap," he said, waving his hand. "Very
good sir." Francis replied and left the room.
Victor sat looking at the reflection of Wolverine, who sat behind him on
the right. Wolverine extracted a cigar from his pocket and opened it, throwing
the discarded wrapping on the table. He bit off the tip and lit it, puffing
on it as a cloud of smoke encircled his head. The whole time, his eyes never
left Sabretooth.
He then turned his attention to the waiter who was bringing him his beer.
He set it down in front of Logan and asked, "Are you ready to order?"
"Nah, I don't want nothing to eat right now, just the beer."
"Very good, sir. My name is Anton and I will be your waiter this evening.
I will be back to check on you. In the meantime, if you need me, just call."
He gave a polite bow, then turned on his heels and walked over to Victor's
table. "Your food will be in ready in a moment, sir. May I bring you anything
else while you are waiting?"
"Yeah, bring me another tall Heineken." Victor replied.
"Yes sir." replied Anton and left his table. He returned a few moments later
with another beer and Victor's food.
Victor leaned over the plate and inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of the
beef. "Ah!" he exclaimed appreciatively. "No one cooks a steak like this
place!" He quickly cut and placed the piece in his mouth, relishing the flavors
of the beef as it danced over his tongue. "Mmm, melts in your mouth!" he
said to the reflection of Wolverine glaring back at him.
Wolverine drained his glass and stood up. "That's it!" he snarled, extending
his claws, I'm gonna pop a six- pack of whup-ass on ya! Ya stinkin' rotten
piece `o garbage!"
Victor held up his hand in a truce- like stance. "Not while I'm eating and
not here. I come here a lot and we ain't gonna tear the
place up. When I'm done, I'll take you someplace private and beat the hell
out of you! So why don't you order yourself something to eat and another
beer and I'll be with you directly."
Still glaring, Wolverine did as Creed suggested and ordered a steak and another
beer. They ate their meal in uneasy silence,
throwing each other dirty looks the whole time.
When they were finished, Sabretooth turned to Logan and said, "Follow me,"
then cranked his Harley over and exited the parking lot with a roar. Wolverine
followed suit, closely trailing behind.
X
As the bikes roared up the coastline, Victor looked in his side mirror at
the reflection of Logan and his mind began to wander, back to a time almost
forgotten by him and erased from Logan. A time when they would fight tooth
and claw for dominancy over each other. The loser having to do the winner's
bidding, anything he wanted the other to do, it must be done or he would
face the consequences, which was anything but pleasant. He was bound and
determined to make this fight end that very way. It had been far too long
since he held Logan. He missed the feel and smell of his skin, the way his
voice sounded when he cried his name in orgasm, the way his heart pounded
against Victor's chest as he held him and stroked his silken dark hair. Whispering
that Logan was his and would always be his, and Logan readily agreeing with
him. He would make it that way again, even for a short time.
He turned the bike down a deserted path off the highway that led into a secluded
beach cove. There, the bikes were hidden from view of the highway and they
would be able to tear each other apart without any interruptions. They parked
their bikes one behind the other and dismounted. The wind blowing off the
ocean whipped their hair around their face as they stood in fighting stance
against one another.
"Well, are you gonna fight me, Old Man or just stand there staring at me?"
Wolverine snarled.
Victor considered taking him up on his offer. Logan was breathtaking when
he was mad, the way his dark eyes shimmered like
polished onyx and his lips curled up exposing his teeth made Victor go rock
hard! But he thought better of it. "Oh, I'm gonna rip you a new asshole,
runt!" Sabretooth growled.
They launched themselves at each other, claws extended and ripping into one
another. Logan managed to slice the side of Victor's face and he let out
a yelp. Pivoting on the balls of his feet, he grabbed Logan in a headlock
and bit the side of his neck, drawing blood. The taste of the hot, coppery
liquid in his mouth assaulted his senses and spurred him on. He had forgotten
how good he tasted!
Logan let out a roar and head-butted him in the mouth. "You goddamn sonovabitch!
I'll teach you to bite me!"
"Whenever you're ready, little man! Sabretooth instigated.
Wolverine howled and hurled himself at the larger man. He slashed his upper
chest, abdomen and thigh before landing on his feet poised, ready to strike
again. But Sabretooth was too fast. He jumped at him and sank his claws into
his throat. But before he could rip his claws out, Wolverine unsheathed his
claws sending them through Sabretooth's arm.
He released Wolverine's throat with a cry, as Logan sank the left set into
Victor's belly.
He let out a gurgling sound as Logan sheathed his claws and Victor fell to
his knees. "Looks like I win, Grandpa or do you fancy dancing some more?"
"You fucking little runt, I'll kill you!" Sabretooth hissed.
"Not from where I'm standing!" Logan laughed. "Damn, I barely broke a sweat.
But I could use something to drink."
Sabretooth growled low. Then said, "Look under my seat, there should be something
there."
Victor removed his hand from his stomach and surveyed the damage done. He
was just about healed. Another couple of minutes and it would be like the
wound was never there. He got up and walked into a small cave chiseled out
of the side of the hill by the ocean. He tossed his jacket on the floor,
then went out in search of firewood. He found several pieces lying on the
beach. He gathered them up and carried them back to the cave. Once there,
he assembled the firewood and went to his bike for some matches and a blanket
he kept rolled tight, just in case he needed to spend the night sleeping
on the cold ground. He glanced over at Logan who was leaning on his bike
drinking a beer. He smiled to himself; he let Logan win that fight because
he wanted to be dominated by him. To be made to do anything his heart desired.
It had been too long since he felt Logan, tasted
Logan, and was fucked hard by Logan. Tonight the long wait was about to be
rewarded and he wanted it to be as near to perfect as he could make it. He
went back out to his bike and retrieved a small bottle of Hot Passion oil.
He looked out at the ocean. Twilight was upon them. The air was cool and
crisp. He breathed in deep and smiled at the way the salt air tickled his
lungs.
"You comin'?" he asked as Logan drained the last of his beer.
"Yeah." He replied as he grabbed the six- pack of beer and follow Creed into
the cave. He wasn't sure why he was. There was something familiar about the
whole thing. He felt almost compelled to follow Creed.
Once inside, Victor set fire to a piece of cloth covered in beer and threw
it into the *A* shaped stack of wood. It sparked and
crackled as the wood caught fire. He spread the blanket and sat down on the
cave floor and opened a beer. Logan followed suit. They sat staring at each
other. Suddenly, Logan started to growl. The rumble started deep in his belly
and slowly worked its way up to his throat. The sound made Victor's breath
catch in his throat and butterflies danced in his stomach as he felt himself
grow hard. Logan threw himself on top of Creed, grabbing a handful of soft
blond hair. He yanked his head up to meet his mouth. Logan covered Victor's
mouth with his own, his tongue slowly questing inside Victor's.
Victor trembled at the touch of Logan's tongue on his. It felt so good. He
prayed that this was not another dream where he would wake up cold, alone
and unsatisfied. His hands traveled slowly up Logan's back and rested at
the back of his head. He intertwined his fingers in the curls at the nape
of his neck. Victor sucked on his tongue, taking it deeper into his mouth.
"I've got something for you to suck on." Logan said as he pulled away from
Victor. He stood up and unfastened his jeans. He slid them over his hips
and down his legs, then stepped out of them. His erection stood long, thick,
and proud.
"Cm'ere." He said, grabbing the back of Victor's head and pulled him to him.
"Here baby, suck on this." He roughly shoved his dick into Victor's mouth.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back as he pumped in and out of his
moist, hot mouth, his heavy balls bouncing off Sabretooth's chin. Victor's
hands slid up Logan's thighs to his hips. He snaked his fingers around to
the cheeks of his ass and dug his claws in, all the while sucking Logan's
cock deeper and harder.
The familiar rumbling began deep in Logan's gut and he crashed his hips into
Victor's face. Threading his fingers in Victor's long,
blond hair, he began mumbling encouragement to him. "Yeah baby, just like
that. Suck harder, use that hot tongue of yours. That's it, I'm close! Ah,
ah, oh yeah, baby!" He grunted as he pumped wave after wave of his juice
down Victor's throat.
X
Sighing contently, Logan reached around and lightly pried Victor's nails
from his ass cheeks. Then sat down next to him on the blanket. He noticed
that Victor had some unaccounted cum in the corner of his mouth. He reached
out with his finger and scooped it up and held it for him to take. With a
growl, Victor attacked the finger, licking and sucking it like a greedy child.
"God", Creed sighed, " I love the way you taste! Always have."
Logan looked down at Creed's neglected erection and reached out and stroked
the shaft. Victor moaned and trembled at the feel of Logan's hand on him.
Logan's eyes narrowed as an understanding of the night's events became clear.
*Always have* echoed in his head. "Take yer clothes off and get on your hands
and knees." he commanded. The tone in his voice made Creed uneasy, but he
complied with the demand. He positioned himself between Creed's widespread
thighs. Taking a hold of his erect penis, he placed the head against Creed's
opening.
"I brought some hot passion oil, over there if you want to use it." Creed
suggested, pointing at the discarded bottle.
Logan pushed him back down on all fours, and leaned over him. He grabbed
his right ear with his teeth and growled, "That wasn't a fair fight! You
let me win! Fine. If that's the way you want it, that's the way you'll get
it!" And to emphasize his words, Logan pushed savagely into Creed's tight
opening, making him scream.
Logan ripped in and out of him, using his blood as lubricant. "This what
you want, my fat, hot, dick in your ass? You wanted it enough to cheat for
it, now you're going to take it all!"
Logan slammed his hips hard against Victor's ass, making him whimper. This
wasn't how Victor dreamed it would be. Logan was always gentle and compliant
to his wishes, never going out of his way to hurt him. It seemed that Logan
had changed, somewhat for the better! He tried to move, too, so he could
fuck back, but Logan had a steel tight grip on his hips, preventing him from
moving. So instead, he reached up, grabbed his dick and began pounding himself
with a vengeance. Logan reached around and slapped his hand away. "Keep yer
damned hands off your cock." he snarled. He pushed Victor's shoulders down
and grabbed him by the hair, wrapping the long strains around his hand and
arm. Riding him like a wild stallion, his hands gripping his hair like a
mane. Logan pulled on Creed's hair hard, bringing him upright. This new angle
brought their orgasm crashing down on them and they both came. Victor roaring
and Logan answering him with a howl.
They collapsed on the blanket.
Still hard, Victor turned to Logan and pleaded, "Please Logan, I need to
feel your mouth on me. Suck my cock and make me come in your mouth."
"You want me to give you a blow job? Make me." Wolverine challenged, then,
slapped him hard across the face with the back of his hand.
Victor growled, then lunged at him. "I'll kill you for that, ya dirty bastard!"
Wolverine rolled out of his reach and grabbed his pants. Sabretooth also
grabbed his pants, quickly put them on and followed Wolverine out of the
cave. This time, no quarter was given and none was asked as they tore into
each other. They slashed and ripped at each other equally. Each one tearing
away chunks of flesh, just to watch it grow back before their eyes. They
danced this savage ballet until they collapsed on the sand, tired and out
of breath.
"What's wrong, don't you like being slapped across the face?"
Wolverine asked. "I thought you wanted me to dominate you."
"Yeah well, I changed my mind." Sabretooth replied.
"Well ain't that too damn bad!" Wolverine snarked. "Cause I'll be damned
before I let you dominate me!"
"Yeah, well tell me what hell looks like the next time I see you!"
Sabretooth roared and threw himself on Wolverine. They rolled around the
beach clawing and biting at each other. When they rolled into the water they
separated with a cry, the saltwater burning their battered flesh.
"You asshole!" Wolverine snarled.
"Speaking of assholes, I owe you one for what you did to mine!" Sabretooth
promised.
"Not in this lifetime." Wolverine stated.
They threw themselves at each other, ripping at each other again until they
could hardly move.They both got out of the surf and walked backed into the
cave, a little worse for wear and sat down in front of the fire to dry off.
Logan ran his hand through his hair, squeezing out the excess water. Victor
examined his battered flesh, he watched as gaping wounds closed over and
black and blue marks disappeared.
X
Fresh anger washed over him and as he recalled the humiliation Logan had
just put him through. The reaming and slap in the face stung at his pride,
more than his recently healed body. It made his pale skin turned a flushing
red. Logan couldn't help laughing at the sight of it.
"What the hell are you laughing at, runt? Sabretooth growled.
"You, wild man! You're the prettiest shade of red I've ever seen!" Logan
chuckled.
Creed roared and bared his claws, holding his hand up to strike. But Logan
went beside him and took his hand in his own. Putting it to his lips he kissed
the back of each finger. Then kissed and gently bit each knuckle.
"No more fighting right now. I have a better idea."With gentle hands, he
cupped Victor's face and rained tiny kisses on
his cheeks, down his jaw line, across his forehead, to his eyes, which closed
instinctively as Logan's lips touched the lids. He moved slowly down the
bridge of his nose, to his upper lip, around his mouth to the chin. Once
there, he paid special attention to the cleft, gently licking it with the
tip of his tongue.
Victor tried several times to angle his head so he could catch Logan's mouth,
but Logan wouldn't allow it. He would just have to
endure Logan's pace. Finally, he turned his attention on Victor's mouth.
Gently, he licked and bit his bottom lip. Then covered
Creed's mouth with his own and tenderly kissed him as his tongue slowly separated
his lips.
The kiss deepened in its intensity and grew more desperate. Victor's hand
moved up Logan's back and cupped the back of his head, drawing him closer.
A moan escaped from both their lips as Logan broke the kiss off and moved
down to his neck. Stopping to suck on the throbbing Adam's apple dancing
in Victor's throat.
"Oh God Logan, you're driving me crazy!"
Logan reached down and felt Victor's throbbing erection, close to bursting
through his jeans.
"I'll take care of those tight pants." He informed Creed as he popped his
claws on his right hand.
"No, wait! I don't have another pair and I can't drive home with my cock
flappin' in the breeze!"
"Ya got ten seconds." Logan informed him.
Victor quickly stood up and removed his jeans, with no time to spare. Wolverine
sheathed his claws with a *SNIKT* and descended upon Victor's chest. He went
first to Victor's right nipple, gently biting and lathing it until it stood
erect. Then he moved to the left, paying the same attention to it. When he
felt that Victor could stand it no more, he moved down to his washboard stomach,
then his hips, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin. He entwined his fingers
in the wiry hair just above his groin.His massive cock stood out hard and
proud. At the head, large drops of pre-cum glistened in the firelight. Logan
reached out with the tip of his tongue and slowly licked it off. Victor trembled
in anticipation of what was to come next. Logan wrapped his hand around the
shaft of his cock and slowly sucked the head in.He let his tongue dance around
the head then suddenly sucked more into his wet, hot mouth. He began moving
his mouth up and down as his free hand cupped and gently massaged the heavy
balls. Victor thought he was going to lose his mind as he began to move in
and out of Logan's mouth. He couldn't stop himself as he pushed deeper and
deeper down Logan's throat. He grabbed a hold of his head in both hands and
slammed into Logan's face.
Victor could hear him choke on his cock. He looked down and could see tears
streaming down Logan's face. It felt so good he
couldn't stop himself. As he pounded, he spoke words of encouragement to
him.
"That's it baby, open wider. Try to relax your throat; it'll go down easier.
Atta boy, just like that. Good, I'm coming! I'm coming!
Oh, ah, get ready, ah!" He cried as he poured his hot cream down his throat.
"There's a lot. Can you take it all?" He asked as Logan sucked hard and swallowed
fast. Logan looked up at him and smiled, licking the slit and tenderly biting
the head.
"Oh yeah, I can handle all that and more!" He replied with a grin.
Creed reached down and picked Logan up off his knees and held him close.
Stroking his silky black hair and kissing his face and head tenderly.
"That was great. I can't remember when I came so hard!" Victor praised him.
"Yeah, it musta been good, your still shakin'." He pointed out.
"It seems you're good for something." Victor teased.
X
Logan went over and retrieved two beers from the six-pack carton and grabbed
the discarded oil. He sat back down next to Victor and handed him a beer.
They popped the tops and took a long pull from them.
"Damn, I was thirsty." Victor panted.
"Yeah, me too. Even though I drank about a gallon of you!" Logan joked and
gently nudged Creed with his shoulder.
Victor laughed and nodded his head, and then cut loose a belch so loud it
resonated the cave walls. Logan swallowed and let one of his own go, equally
loud but not quite as long. They continued with their boyish game until they
grew bored. Then Victor noticed the bottle of hot passion oil and held it
up with a questioning look on his face.
Logan shrugged and said, " You brought it in, and I figured it would be a
shame not to use it."
"Oh no! Even with a healing factor my ass is still sore!"
"It's your own fault." Logan explained. "You should know better than to cheat
with me. You deserved everything you got. More really, so consider yourself
lucky. You needed to be punished by me and I stepped up to the plate. So
quit yer bitchin' and belly achin' before I decide you deserve more and give
it to ya in spades!"
Victor stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms in a comical sort of
pout that made Logan laugh and melted his heart. He reached over and pulled
Victor to him, kissing his cheek and mouth.
"Let's not bicker and fight any more tonight. There's so much more I wanna
do, starting with that oil!"
Victor smiled and nodded his head. "Me too."
"Good. Then how `bout you *assume the position* and see if I can't make that
asshole feel better?"
Victor nodded his head and got on all fours. Logan got behind him on his
knees. He leaned over and started raining kisses on Creed's back, starting
at the nape of his neck, working across one shoulder to the other then down
his spine to the small of his back. He massaged his hips, and then tenderly
began stroking and kissing his ass cheeks. As he did, he cooed soft words
to him.
"So soft, so warm. I'm going to make that ass feel real good. I'm going to
fuck you so slow and deep, until you can't stand it any more and beg me to
end your torment and make you come. It's going to feel so good, it will make
you whimper for joy and sorrow that it has ended." He opened the bottle of
oil and poured some in his hands, warming it.
He slid his hands in Victor's crack and his opening. He gently massaged around
the opening, and then slowly inserted two fingers. Victor hissed at the intrusion
and tightened the muscle up. Logan bent down and put his mouth close to Victor's
ear.
"Relaxed baby, I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll take my time and when you're
ready, then I'll proceed."
He kissed and nuzzled the side of Victor neck, rubbing his nose in his sideburn
as his fingers continued their work. When Victor
started to push back against Logan's hand, he added a third finger. After
a few minutes, he began to accept the intrusion and he pulled out his fingers.
Victor moaned involuntarily at the loss of Logan's fingers.
"Shh, baby." Logan soothed. "I'm going to make it better. Just relax and
try to keep your muscles loose."
Logan placed the bulbous head at Creed's opening and gently pushed. Victor
hissed and tightened up. Logan waited until he relaxed and then continued,
slowly pushing into him a little at a time, giving him a chance to get used
to the invasion on the tiny opening.
Gradually Victor's body accepted him and as he loosened, he pushed
back into Logan.
Logan felt the restriction lessen and he pulled all but the head out of him
and then thrust in again. This time, there was no pain.
Victor moaned his acceptance and pushed back into Logan hard. He began smashing
his ass fast into Logan until he grabbed his hips hard and held him in place.
"Hey bub, I'm leading this dance!" Logan informed him. "We do it my way or
not at all!" And to emphasize his point, he pushed into him slowly, stopping
when he hit his prostate.
Victor saw stars every time he touched his prostate. It felt great; what
Logan was doing to him, but he wanted to feel him pound
into him! He wanted to hear Logan grumble and growl roughly as he pounded
his ass. Informing him exactly what he was going to do right before he did
it, and then whispering harshly in his ear, asking if that's what he wanted,
to beg for it.
Logan knew exactly what he wanted. But he held out, hoping to make this last
as long as possible. It felt so nice, so soothing.
Victor's soft, hairy body was a comfort to hold. It reminded him of a child's
blanket or favorite toy. If Logan had his way, he wouldn't leave the comforting
confines of his arms. Logan snuggled down on his back and slowly pumped into
him, all the while, cooing soft soothing words into his ear.
"I know you want it hard. Just a little while longer. It feels so good. I
don't want to ever stop." Logan pushed slow and deep, moaning his need in
Victor's ear. He never wanted it to stop, but he knew if he wanted to share
in the moment he would have to give Victor what he wanted. He would have
ample opportunity to fulfill his lust a little later. It was great to have
a healing factor! Taking a deep breath, he slowed his lust down, bent over
and whispered in Creed's ear.
"C'mon baby, tell me what I want to hear. The only way you're gonna get it
is if you beg for it!"
Butterflies danced in his stomach, "Please Logan please. Hard, fuck me hard
and fast! Very fast! Make me beg for mercy! Make me think your cock is going
to set my ass on fire and come up my throat!"
"Like this? I'm gonna pound that sweet ass a' yours `til you're so sore,
you won't sit down fer a week! I'm gonna fill ya so full a'
cum that it'll be gushin' outta yer pores and you'll beg me fer more! You'll
be cryin' when I'm through, cuz you never want it to
end, huh?" He asked as he pounded Victor's ass. He had him hard by the hips
and was slamming in to him so hard his balls bounced painfully off his ass.
"I think I'll stop." He threatened. "Do you want me to stop?"
Victor, near out of his mind with lust cried, "No please! Please don't stop!
I'll do anything, but please, I beg of you, don't
stop. Don't ever stop!"
Logan held on as he pushed Victor to the edge. "Ready babe?" he asked.
All Victor could do was mumble incoherently and nod his head.
Logan pulled him up and sat him in his lap. Grabbing his cock he gave a few
hard tugs echoing the thrusts from behind and Victor cried Logan's name as
he came all over the cave wall and blanket.Logan waited until Victor stopped
shaking and then let himself go. It felt so good! It was worth every ounce
of effort he put into it. When he felt Victor's ass clench down on his cock,
he could stand it no more and let himself go. He poured an endless amount
of cum into his ass. Then collapsed on top of him, raining tiny kisses on
the back his neck and shoulders.
"That was so good! Thank you Logan, thank you!" Creed sighed as he rolled
over taking Logan in his arms. Their hearts were pounding like twin jackhammers
and Victor kissed Logan on his temple. "Give me a few minutes to recover
and I'll do you next."
"Um hum." Logan agreed as he snuggled into Victor's side and closed his eyes.
Within a few minutes, they were both asleep.
X
They rose with the sun. Stretching lengthily, Logan looked over to see Victor
eyeing him hungrily. A wave of trepidation washed over him as he bid Creed
a *good morning*.
"Oh, it's gonna be!" He assured Logan as he kissed his face, lips and neck.
"You ready for part two?" he asked.
"As soon as I go drain my hose." Logan informed him.
"Yeah, me too. I gotta piss like a Russian racehorse in the last inning!"
They laughed as they went behind a boulder and did their business. A feeling
of relief washed over them as they went to the
edge of the water. Logan reached down and scooped some up and put it in his
mouth. Swishing it around and spit it out. He did this three times.
"Salt. Best thing ta use if ya ain't got a toothbrush and paste." He explained.
Victor shrugged and followed suit, rinsing his mouth three times with the
saltwater. They went back into the cave and checked on their fire.
"Fire's dead." Said Creed. "Should I go get some more wood?"
"Yeah." Replied Logan. "I ain't finished with you yet!"
Victor smiled and headed out on the beach, gathering wood. He brought it
in and started another fire, then went over to Logan.
"We got everything done? Cuz now I'm ready to turn my full attention on you."
He informed Logan.
He flipped Logan on his belly. He went behind him and pulled him up on all
fours. Grabbing the oil, he poured some down Logan's crack and hastily worked
it in. He inserted two fingers and quickly moved them around. Then oiling
up the rest of his fingers, he inserted the last two, making Logan scream!
"Easy babe, easy." Victor soothed. "I gotta get ya ready for me. You may
be big, but I'm huge and if you're not open just right, it could tear you
apart. And I don't want to hurt you, believe it or not!"
He moved his fingers around waiting for Logan's body to adjust itself to
him. When he thought he was ready, he took his fingers
out. The sounds Logan was making and the way his body was reacting was turning
Creed on! He positioned himself behind Logan with the head of his cock against
his opening.
"Relax baby." He said as he pushed carefully into Logan.
He let out a yelp and Victor bent over him, whispering comforting words in
his ear.
"That's it, your body's relaxing. Just a few more minutes and it'll all be
over, and all you'll feel is pure ecstasy!" Victor assured
him.
Logan relaxed his body as much as he could. Soon the pain was subsiding.
Victor moved slowly out, all but the head, and then
pushed in a little stronger.
"How's that feel?"
"Good. Do it again! Fuck me! Please fuck me! I don't care how you do it just
don't stop! I beg of you!"
Being encouraged, he gave Logan back what he had given him the night before.
Slow, deep thrusts that hit his prostate and made him squeal! He continued
this way, until Logan begged him to go faster. He teased him a little, picking
up the pace, but not really going fast or giving it to him hard.
"Victor please!" He cried. "You're driving me crazy! Faster! Harder!" He
commanded, and began pushing himself back against Victor.
He let him move two times more then grabbed his hips and stopped his movements.
"If you do that again, I'm going to stop completely and you can find your
own way a' satisfyin' your needs!" He warned.
Logan did as he was told. He took Creed's threat seriously. He knew he would
lose his mind if Victor stopped now. So, he decided to lie there and take
it like a man. Creed continued his semi-assault on Logan's ass as Logan banged
his head on his forearm and cried, "Please, please, please!"
Feeling that he had been punished enough, Victor picked up the pace. He slammed
into Logan hard and fast, making him cry out. When he couldn't take it anymore,
he asked Logan if he was ready, then pulled him up. He grabbed Logan's swollen
cock and pumped it vigorously. Logan was humping on Creed's cock like a two-dollar
whore, soon Victor's cock twitched and he was spraying his cum all over Logan's
bowels. Feeling Creed come pushed Logan over the edge and he came, spurting
his juice in the air and feeling it cascade down on his belly and Victor's
hand.
Logan sighed and collapsed against Victor. "Jesus Christ, that was so good!"
"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to gnaw my own arm off, I'm so hungry!"
Victor said. And as if to prove his point, his belly growled loudly.
Logan chuckled then said; "I think I have some beef jerky in my bike, that
should hold us for a little while anyway."
He went out and came back with a bag of homemade beef jerky. He opened the
bag, took out of piece and handed the bag to Victor. They sat there and ate
practically the whole bag.
When their hunger was sated, Victor turned to Logan and said, "Let's go get
a bath." He held out his hand and pulled Logan to his feet. Then he followed
Creed out to the ocean.
They waded in slowly, getting used to the cold water. Once inside, they let
the waves washed over them, getting their hair wet.
They swam in unison, neither feeling like playing any childish games. They
floated on their backs, holding hands and then waded on to the shore. Once
there, Victor laid Logan down and took his dick in his mouth. Water crashed
over them, causing to Victor choke.
"Let's go lay by the fire." Logan suggested. "I want your dick in my mouth,
too."
Once inside, they lay by the fire and kissed each other. Logan got on top
of Victor and took his growing dick in his mouth. Victor did the same for
Logan. They sucked, licked, and nibbled each other until they came together.
Logan moved to lie upright with Victor. They lay there, snuggling each other,
which was something neither of them could remember doing with anyone. They
dozed for a while woke up and fucked again. They got dressed and went to
their bikes.
"Here's my cell phone number." Victor said, handing him a printed card. "Give
me a call if you want to get together again. It doesn't have to be for just
sex, we can do other things."
Logan nodded and took the card, placing it in the inside breast pocket of
his leather jacket. They kissed and hugged a last time,
then mounted their bikes and left in opposite directions.
Thinking about it, if Scott was still on his ole Home & Hearth kick,
then he would seriously consider calling his *Lil Puddy Tat*! After all,
he didn't have to worry about hurtin' him. The guy was tough as nails and
soft as kitten fur…yes; it might do him some good to give him a call!
As Victor drove his bike down the road he thought of the wonderful night
he had just spent and smiled. God, how he had missed Logan! He could still
smell his scent on him and seriously considered not bathing for a while!
Logan had satisfied every neglected need he had and he smiled as he thought
back. Then, a wave of sorrow swept over him. Somehow, he knew Logan would
never call him. That the next time they saw each other, they would be enemies
and it broke his heart so bad, he began to cry.
The End