More Than You Could Know By: Jane McCracken
Part 3
When they woke up, it was late afternoon. Victor reached out to Logan, pulling
him close, hugging him.
"How'd you sleep?" Logan asked.
"Great, how about you?"
"Good. I don't know about you, but I'm starved. How about some dinner?"
"Sounds great. Are you going to cook the steaks?" Creed asked.
"Yeah. I wonder if there's a grill hidden around somewhere."
"Well, let's go have a look-see. If not, I guess we can always fry 'em."
"Perish the thought!" Logan laughed. "I'll used the fireplace first. Let's
just hope we don't have to heat the house up."
They went out to a small shed and looked inside. There was fishing tackle
and poles, gardening equipment, and a grill along with charcoal and lighter
fluid. They smiled at each other as they brought out the grill. Logan took
the rack inside and cleaned it, while Victor poured charcoal in the bottom,
added lighter fluid and lit it. By the time the coals were ready, Logan came
out with the rack and the steaks.
They chatted amicably about nothing in particular as the meat cooked. A few
minutes before it was done, Logan placed a package of aluminum foil with
vegetables inside on the grill. Within five minutes the meal was finished.
They took it on a plate inside and sat down at the kitchen table. Logan quickly
set the table, then they both sat down and ate. They both enjoyed the tender
cuts of fillet mignon. They washed down their meal with the beer Logan brought.
When they were finished, they gathered the dirty dishes and placed them in
sudsy water and washed them. After the kitchen was cleaned, they went into
the living room and turned on the radio. The only stations that it would
clearly pick up were a smooth jazz station and a 80's hit station. They argued
over which one to listen to. In the end, Logan let Creed have his way and
they listened to jazz. They sat together on the couch and Logan asked, "What
do you feel like doing now?"
"I don't know, if you want to, we can go into town and pick up a girl and
have a three-way," Victor suggested.
Rage flooded Logan. He lunged at Victor and roared, "You'd rather be with
some skanky whore than with me? Fine, then you can get the hell out!" He
grabbed Sabretooth, lifted him up, and threw him out the door!
Not really knowing what had happened, Victor asked, "What the hell is wrong
with you?"
"You're all the same!" Logan cried, starting to foam at the mouth. "Get out!
Get the fuck out, I don't ever wanna see you again!"
"If that's the way you want it, I'll go," Victor went into the bedroom and
grabbed his things. He walked out the back door and into his truck. Putting
the key into the ignition, he started it with a roar. He put it in drive
and sped to the front of the cabin.
As Logan watched his truck pull away, a feeling of dread overwhelmed him
and he ran out the door waving his arms and calling Victor's name.
"Don't go! Please Victor, I'm sorry! Don't go! I beg of you, don't go!" He
watched as Victor's truck moved farther away, and with a feeling of defeat,
his shoulders slumped and he hung his head as he walked to the back of the
cabin. Holding his head in his hands he softly began to cry.
Victor watched Logan in his rear-view mirror as he pulled farther away from
him. He could hear him yelling and waving his arms, then he watched as Logan
bowed his head and walked toward the back of the cabin. 'What the hell was
going on with him?' he wondered to himself. He slammed on his brakes and
threw the truck into reverse and drove back to the cabin. He turned the truck
off and got out. He walked to the back of the cabin and saw Logan with his
head in his hands. He could smell salt-water in the air and watched as his
shoulders gently shook up and down.
Victor reached out his hand and touched his shoulder. With a cry, Logan threw
himself into Victor's arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around Victor's rib-cage
and buried his face into his chest and cried as if his heart would break!
Victor wrapped his arms around Logan, gently patting his back. The more Victor
comforted him, the harder, it seemed, Logan cried. His grip grew tighter
around Creed's rib-cage, until a distinctive 'crack' snapped the air and
Victor grunted in pain. He stood there holding his breath until the two cracked
ribs healed.
When the cracks sounded, Logan gasped and loosened his grip on Victor.
"Oh God! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry Victor!"
"Shh," Victor soothed. "I'm alright. You need to calm down. Take a few deep
breaths. Then, when you're feeling up to it, I would like you to tell me
what the hell is going on!"
Logan took a few shuddering breaths, then sniffing, he wiped his nose on
the back of his hand.
"Don't do that!" Creed scolded. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket
and handed it to Logan. "Here, it's clean. I want you to use it; I hate it
when people sniff snot into their head and use their hands for snot rags!
Now, c'mere."
Taking his hand, they walked over to the bench and Victor sat down and placed
Logan on his lap. He leaned back and rested his head on Creed's shoulder.
"You smell so good," Logan said, as he nuzzled his nose into Victor's sideburn.
They watched the sun set over the lake as Logan calmed down and began to
breath normally. Victor kissed him on the temple and asked, "Are you all
right?"
"Yes. I'm so sorry for everything. Some bad things have been happening in
my life, and I guess I took 'em out on you," he said forlornly.
"Tell me about 'em," he demanded.
"Well, I've been having some trouble with Scott. I thought we had worked
them out until I walked in his room and found him on his knees, giving another
man a blow-job!"
"Aww baby, that's rough." He comforted, kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, and it was with a guy I absolutely despise!" Logan growled.
"It always seems ta be that way. Don't ask me why."
"When you mentioned another girl, I guess it all just came together and I
snapped." He explained sheepishly.
"I was thinking about your pleasure, not mine. To tell you the truth, I'd
rather not share you with anyone, for any amount of time. So even if you
had agreed, I think I would have tried to talk you out of it. I prefer it
being just you an' me."
"I'd prefer it that way, too." Logan agreed.
"Good. Now, if there are no objections, I'd like to bring my truck around.
But I'm warning you, if ya do that again, I'm leaving for good," Victor promised.
He brought it back and parked it beside Logan's. He turned off the engine
and got out, then climbed up into the bed. "Come up here," he said to Logan,
crooking his finger. Logan climbed up and walked toward Victor. Creed extended
his natural claws, and shredded off Logan's clothes. Placing his hands on
Logan shoulders, he pushed him down to his knees. Logan trembled and softly
moaned at the sight of Victor's cock straining against the material. With
a *SKINK* Logan popped his claws and shredded Victor's jeans off of him.
He trembled as he took the large organ into his mouth and began to suck hungrily.
Victor entwined his fingers in Logan's hair and pumped vigorously in and
out of Logan's hot, wet mouth.
"That's it baby, suck harder," Victor encouraged. "Keep yer hands away from
yer cock or I won't let ya cum!"
Logan made a whining sound but did as he was told. He sucked deep and hard,
relishing the feel of Victor's balls bouncing off his chin.
Too soon, Victor pulled out of his mouth and said, "Stand up and lie over
the roof of the truck, ass in the air."
He went to the cab of the truck and opened the small sliding window in the
back and retrieved his bag. He returned to the bed of the truck and fished
out the super slick lube from his box of goodies and put some on his cock,
fingers and Logan's crack. He worked in two fingers and began fucking Logan
with them until he begged for more.
With that, he removed his fingers and pushed in his swollen cock. Logan howled
in pain as Victor pumped in and out of him. Soon, Logan was pushing back
into him, pleading for more, harder, faster. He complied to Logan's wishes
and before long Logan cried for his release. Victor reached around and pumped
his cock through the little window until he came all over the inside of the
truck cab! Then, he pounded into Logan's tight ass as his balls tightened
and he flooded his ass with his steamy cum!
"So good! So damn good!" Logan panted. "More! I want more! Please Victor,
give me more!"
"Of course, my love. I'll give you everything your heart desires." Victor
promised.
X
Victor hopped down from the bed of the truck and held out his hand for Logan.
He took it and hopped down, too. They walked to the porch and Creed sat down
on the bench. Taking Logan's hand he pulled him over and said "Have a seat."
Victor held his cock up as Logan straddled him and slowly sat down. When
the head was placed in Wolverine's anus, Victor released his cock and grabbed
the cheeks of Logan's ass and gently pushed down.
They both gasped and then moaned in pleasure. Logan humped his ass on Victor's
hard cock as he rubbed his own against Victor's chest. With his hand still
slick from the lube, Creed reached up and started stroking Logan's cock against
him. They move in time with each other, they licked and kissed each other
on the mouth and neck, both moving faster as their climax approached.
"Victor!"
"Logan!"
"Oh, Victor! Victor!"
"Logan! I'm coming, Logan!"
They both bumped and grinded into each other until they exploded; one, deep
within his tightly clenched ass and the other all over his chest and under
his chin.
"Good! So goddamn good!" Sighed Logan as he rested his head on Victor's shoulder.
"Glad you enjoyed it." Victor chuckled.
Logan felt Creed grow hard inside him and said "Oh good, I wanted more! I'm
glad you feel the same way. And here I thought I was being greedy!"
"Never. If I can give it to you, I'll give you as much as you want and need."
Victor stated. "Now let's go inside. This bench is killin' my ass! Plus,
the mosquitoes are staking us out and I don't know about you, but you are
the only thing I want suckin' my balls!"
Logan laughed as he carefully got off of Creed and stood up. He extended
his hands and helped Victor to his feet. They walk through the kitchen and
into the living room.
"I forgot my bag." Victor said, turning around to go back out.
"No, I'll go. It's my fault it's out there." Logan said as he walked out
the door.
He returned a few moments later and headed for the bed room. Victor follow
and took the bag from his hands. Reaching inside and pulled out the box for
lovers. He took out the candles and sat one on the night stand and the other
on the dresser and then lit them. He put the box of goodies on the night
stand then turned to Logan.
"Wanna join me for a shower?"
"Sure, I'd love to."
Victor went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. After using the
toilet, he climbed into the tub. Logan followed suit.
"Is the water too hot?" Victor asked.
"No, I like it hot." Logan replied.
They stood under the spray of the water holding each other. Logan picked
up the bar of soap and began lathering Victor's back. He then moved to his
neck and shoulders, then under his arms, down his chest, to the hips, down
the legs, saving his crotch and ass for last. Once there, he paid special
attention to the area, using his nails to scratch the hair above the massive
organ. He began stroking the shaft and moving to the head and down to the
balls. He rinsed the area well, then using the tip of his tongue, licked
off the large drop of pre-cum clinging to the slit. Logan moaned deep in
his throat as he buried it down to the bush.
Victor gasped, "Oh God!" as he began to pump in and out. Too soon, he came
with a roar, holding Logan's head tightly in his hands.
Logan finished every drop, then looked up and smiled at Sabretooth. He smiled
down at him and slowly sank to his knees. Taking Wolverine in his arms and
kissing him tenderly, he said, "That was great. Thank you. Now, it's your
turn."
They stood up and Victor started washing him, lathering his whole body in
this same way as Logan did to him. He lathered his cock and balls, then rinsed
them. He lifted Logan up along the wall, putting his legs over his shoulders.
He took Logan into his mouth and slowly began sucking on him, deeper and
deeper until his nose was buried in his pubic hair. He carefully inserted
three soap slick fingers into his asshole and began moving them in and out.
Slowly at first, then faster, in time with Logan's movements. Logan pulled
Victor's head closer to his crotch and wrapped his legs tightly around his
neck. As his orgasm approached, his claws involuntarily unsheathed and sheathed
themselves and he cried out Victor's name as he shuttered to a climax.
The water had grown cold as they shut it off and climbed out of the tub.
They dried themselves off and went into bed room. They layed down on the
bed. Logan asked, "What's in the box?"
"Here, I'll show ya." Victor replied. He took everything out of the box,
explaining what they were. Logan took the powder and told Victor to turn
over. He sprinkled it on his back then use the feather duster to glide along
the shoulders, spine and lower back. The feel of it raises goose bumps on
Victor flesh, causing him to moan.
Logan kissed the hollow spot on the back of Victor's neck. Stroking it with
his tongue, making Creed tremble and shake.
"Oh Logan, that feels wonderful!" Victor sighed.
"Good, I was hoping it would."
Logan did his back side, from the neck to the soles of his feet. Then told
him to turn over. He repeated the process on his front causingVictor to tremble
and sigh. When he was finished, Victor took the powder and feather duster
from Logan and gave him the same treatment. Then, blowing out the candles,
Victor put all the toys on the night stand, laid down, pulled Logan close
to him and closed his eyes.
Logan sighed and snuggled closer to him, pressing his ass to Victor's slumbering
manhood. "Good night sweetheart. See you in the morning." Logan whispered.
"Goodnight." Victor answered.
Victor fell asleep quickly. But sleep took a long time coming for Logan.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Scott naked, on his knees. When sleep
finally did claim him, he had nightmares.
He was chained to a wall. The chains must have been made of adamantium, because
he could not break them, try as he might. In front of him, Scott stood naked,
smiling at him, then said "Logan, you're gonna love this!" A door opened
and six men, all naked, walked in and stood in a circle around Scott. Scott
sank to his knees and began giving each man a blow job. As each one came,
they shot their load on his face and body until he was cover from head to
toe in cum. Scott looked at Logan and began to smile, "Wasn't that great!?"
Logan roared and strained against the chains that binded him. "I'll kill
you! I swear to God, I'll kill you!" He screamed. "God, I hate you! I hate
you!" Tears ran down his face and he hung his head and whispered, "I love
you. God help me, I love you."
Logan woke with a start. Gasping, he looked around; his body was sweat soaked
and he saw Victor looming over him, holding his arms down. Claws extending
from the hands.
"Oh God! Did I hurt you, Victor?" Logan cried, as he retracted his claws.
"It's nothing that won't heal. Are you all right?" He asked concerned.
"Y- yes." he stammered. "I, I need to use...." He got up from the bed, and
ran to the bathroom.
Victor closed his eyes and slowly shook his head when he heard Logan throwing
up. Then, crying as if his heart would break.
"How much longer?" Victor wondered to himself. He laid back down and
closed his eyes. A lone tear escaped from under the lid and rolled down his
face because he couldn't stand to see his Logan in such pain and because
he was afraid he'd never make Logan feel that kind of love for him.