All disclaimers from part one apply here.
Once More With Feeling
By: Jane McCracken
Part Three
Victor stepped out of the limo and strolled into the
hotel lobby. He went up to the front desk and gave his name and asked,
“Has Mr. Logan arrived yet?”
The woman behind the desk punched something up on the computer, then turned
to Creed and said, “No sir, not yet.”
Victor collected the key to his room from the woman, then went
to the elevator with the ‘luggage monkey’ close behind.
A few moments later, Logan pulled up and got out of his car.
Handing the keys to a valet, he watched while
his luggage was unloaded. He walked up to the front desk and asked
about Victor. When he was informed that he was already there, he got
the key to the room and went up.
Victor tipped the man after his luggage was unloaded and watched
him leave. He heard the bell of the elevator ring and his heart leapt
into his throat . He swallowed hard when he smelled Logan as soon as
he stepped off the elevator. Victor stood there waiting, then
Logan walked through the open door. He smiled at Victor and watched
as his luggage was unloaded. Tipping the man, he went to the door with
him and showed him out. He hung a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob,
then walked over to Victor and said in a low voice, “God, I missed you!”
They kissed each other hungerily, each exploring the other’s
mouth. Their tongues danced and swirled around each other’s. Tickling
the roof of their mouths, licking their teeth and trying to swallow each
other’s tongues!
When they separated, Logan started tearing at Victor’s clothes
while Victor picked Logan up and carried him to the bedroom. Once there,
he set him on his feet and they began to undress each other. Victor
quickly rummaged through his toilette bag and pulled out the lube and handed
it to Logan. He kissed him and then got on the bed on all fours.
Just the thought of Logan on top of him, pushing into him and then hearing
him growl and whisper in his ear, raised goose bumps on Victor’s flesh and
he quivered in anticipation over what was going to come next!
He turned and watched Logan squeeze out a dollop of clear gel
onto his fingers and rub it on his shaft lightly. Before he could get
to the head, Victor sat up and gently turned Logan so he could get to his
cock and deftly licked the large drop of pre-cum that formed on the head.
Logan smiled down at him, and stroked his hair.
“Good?” Victor smiled and nodded his head.
“Get on all fours, ass in the air,” Logan instructed.
Victor did as he was told and Logan inserted the first
finger. He moved it around a little until the restriction lessened,
then inserted the second, gently spreading them open as he moved in
and out of Victor’s tight, hot hole. Victor began to moan as Logan inserted
a third finger. Slowly finger fucking him, opening him wider.
Logan pulled his fingers out and Victor thought he would lose his mind because
of the lost sensation.
“Roll over on your back, Pud. I wanna look at yer sweet
face as I’m thrustin’ in an’ outta you!”
Heart pounding, Victor obeyed. Spreading
his thighs and lifting them up; giving Logan easy access to his ass.
Logan smiled and positioned himself between his legs. He placed
the head of dick at his begging opening and slowly pushed in. He watched
Victor’s face carefully as he buried his cock to the hilt. Logan saw
Victor’s eyes flutter closed as he moaned, reaching for him. Logan laid
on his chest, then began kissing Victor’s neck and collarbone.
He slowly began to move in and out of him, taking him at his leisure.
“Harder! Faster! Please Logan, please!” Victor
begged.
“Okay Victor, since you asked so nice, you got it!”
Logan began to slam into him hard and fast; digging his fingers
into Victor’s thighs as he pushed deeper and harder into him. Logan
brushed his prostate every time, making Victor howl.
“C’mon Pud, you ready? Cum with me! C’mon darlin’, cum with
me!” Logan cried.
“Logan!” Victor cried as he spilled all over his and Logan’s bellies,
while Logan pumped waves of his own seed into Victor’s tight-clenched ass.
They lay together quietly as their hearts slowed and Logan’s
softening penis slipped gently from Victor’s quivering body. Logan went
to roll off his chest, but Victor held him fast.
“Where ya goin’, Tweets?” Victor asked, stroking Logan’s hair.
“Right there,” he said, pointing to the empty spot next to him.
“Why?”
“Ain’t I heavy?”
“Nah, you feel great! Now, let me tell ya what I have planned for
this weekend,” he said quietly. “Friday, we can play it by ear.
But, Saturday night we’re going to see ‘Phantom of the Opera’ at the Met,”
Victor explained, smiling at the shocked looked on Logan’s face.
“Opera? You musta lost yer marbles!”
“Nope, a little girl told me it was top o’ the line an’ at the ‘Met’, even
better. So, I figured, what the hell!”
“Little girl?” Logan asked suspiciously, eyes narrowing. “Victor,
you haven’t been untrue to your Logan, have you?”
“Logan! How could you think such a thing?” Victor cried indignantly,
sticking his bottom lip out in a half pout. “No, my hairdresser told
me about it.”
Logan reached up and ran his fingers through Victor’s hair, smiling, “I
was gonna say somethin’ when I first saw ya, but I had more… ‘pressing’ matters
on my mind. I like it, it looks good on you. Now I can see your
face better. And I was just teasing you; I don’t think you’re seeing
anyone else. Just like you can be certain that I’m not seeing anyone
else.”
He kissed Victor’s lips and both cheeks, then laid his head on Creed’s shoulder
and nuzzled his neck. “So that’s why I needed a suit, huh?”
“Yeah. For Sunday night; we’re going to see the Islanders play the
Red Wings!”
“Really? The Red Wings? Oh Pud, that’d be great!”
“Yeah, I figured we needed something manly to even out the opera the night
before.”
After about 20 minutes of dozing, Logan lifted his head up
and looked around, “Damn, Pud, this place is fantastic!” They got up
and took a tour of the suite.
“Do you want something to drink?” Victor asked.
“Yeah, what do they have? Logan asked, walking to the wet-bar.
They each grabbed a beer and went to the bedroom and put on their pants,
“We have a private terrace, you wanna go out on it?”
They went out on the terrace with beers in one hand and cigars in the other.
They lit their cigar and looked at the skyline. They sat down on the
wrought- iron chairs and set their beer on the matching table.
“New York City is quite attractive way up here,” Creed stated, drawing on
his cigar and nodding to the scenery.
“Yeah, above the stench of the smog, garbage and rude people it’s not bad
at all.”
They sat together in comfortable silence, watching the sun set. Victor
turned and looked at Logan. He was amazed, as always, at the way the
fading sun brought out highlights of gold and red in his normally black hair.
He reached out and stroked his hair, amazed at how soft his silken tresses
were. Logan leaned into the caress, sighing contentedly at Victor’s
touch.
“Are ya gettin’ hungry, Tweets?”
“A little, but I can wait,” Logan replied, smiling suggestively.
“It’ll take an hour to come, unless ya wanna eat in the dining room downstairs.”
“Nope. Yer all mine, an’ I ain’t gonna share ya ‘til I have to!”
“Then, let’s go look at the menu, see what looks good.”
Logan decided on the lobster- stuffed mushrooms and a crisp
green salad with French dressing to begin with, then loin of venison for his
main course. Victor chose brazen oxtail ravioli, a crisp green salad
with ranch dressing and filet mignon, rare. For dessert, they chose
chocolate mousse. Victor ordered four bottles of ‘Dom Perignon’ ’51
to wash the meal down.
Logan went over to the door and removed the ‘do not disturb’
sign from the doorknob. When Victor hung up the phone, he went
over to him and began tenderly kissing him. They went over to the couch
and Victor sat down. Logan sat facing him on his lap. Cupping
his head in his hands, Logan slowly kissed Victor’s face, eyes, nose and
mouth as he began to give him a lap dance. Logan stood up and seductively
removed his pants. He then knelt in front of Victor and began to mouth
the bulge that had formed there. He slowly began to unbutton and unzip
Victor’s pants, giving him free access to his large, throbbing organ.
Logan took him into his mouth, slowly licking and sucking on him
until Victor moaned. He climbed back onto his lap and kissed him.
He then put both of their pulsing penises together and began to move them
together, stroking up and down.
They pushed into each other as Victor growled softly and said, “God Tweets,
that feels great!” Victor placed his hand over Logan’s and began moving
with him.
They squeezed each other’s cock until they both cried out, spilling on their
hands and bellies. They kissed each other tenderly, then Victor said,
“Let’s get a shower before the food comes.”
They went into the shower and washed each other. They
wanted to do more, but they knew their food would be coming soon and they
wanted to be dressed and ready when it arrived. And they had all
night and the following day to devote to each other; right now, shutting their
loud, demanding stomachs up was the first order of business!
A knock came at the door and Victor went to answer it.
He opened it, expecting to see a waiter; instead, he saw Scott Summers with
a shocked, dumbfounded look on his face. “Is… L-logan here?” he asked unsurely.
A red haze of hate closed over Victor’s eyes! All he could think to
do was kill the man standing in front of him! He remembered how miserable
Logan was. He hurt him as deeply as he could! He was afraid Logan
would never get over it and now here he was, standing in front of him, doing
everything in his power to ruin their short time together! Victor would
not stand for it! He had waited too long for this to have this punk
ruin it for them!
“Why you dirty little sonvabitch!” Victor roared as he raised his
hand, claws extended, ready to slash Scott’s throat. Scott put
his hand to his glasses, ready to blast him when Logan stepped in between
them.
Logan reached up and took Victor’s hand into his own and rubbed it gently.
Stepping close to him, he spoke so softly that Scott could not hear and Victor
had to strain even with his enhanced senses to hear what Logan was saying.
“Pud, I know you’re angry, but please let me handle this. I’ll
see to it that he doesn’t bother us again. Go out on the terrace and
wait for me. Please.”
A growl rolled in Victor’s chest, but he did as he was asked. Glaring
at Scott, he turned and walked out to the terrace.
“What the fuck do you want?” Logan said in a soft, menacing voice.
“I know it can’t be an emergency, ‘cause Xavier would have called me, so why
the hell are you here?”
“Oh Logan, please!” Scott cried. “I-I had to know! I had
to see who you were with. I can’t believe you’re with him! He’s
a goddamn animal! I can’t believe you’d pick him over me! Forsaking
us.”
“Shut yer filthy mouth!” Logan growled, pulling him into the suite
and shutting the door. He slammed Scott against the wall and said, “There
is no ‘us’! It stopped being ‘us’ when I saw you on your knees sucking
Worthington’s cock! You, and you alone killed ‘us’! What we had
is dead, so get it through your thick, fuckin’ head! I do not
want to see you unless it’s work related. You have no business
interfering with my personal life! MY PERSONAL LIFE!” he hissed
in his ear. “And if I ever hear you call Victor Creed a dirty name
again, I swear I’ll gut you!” Logan promised. “Now you get the
hell outta here! Why don’t you go see yer boyfriend?”
“He left me for someone else,” Scott cried.
“Too bad. Sounds like a personal problem to me. Not my concern.”
Logan opened the door and removed Scott bodily
from the suite. Keeping a steel grip on his arm, he walked him to the
elevator, which opened, and the waiter that they have been waiting for, came
out.
“Is that for 5101?”
“Yes, sir,” The young man answered.
“Put it on the dining room table, I’ll be in, in a minute,” Logan instructed.
Logan shoved Scott into the elevator and pushed the ‘lobby’
button. “I don’t wanna see you here again,” Logan threatened as
the elevator doors closed. He went into the suite and picked up the
phone, “This is Mr. Logan in 5101.”
“Yes sir. What may I do for you?”
“There is a man in the elevator that should be coming into the lobby any
minute,” Logan explained. “He’s tall, brown hair, and wearing red tinted
glasses. I do not want him to come up to my room again.”
“Yes sir. I see him, he will be forbidden to enter the grounds or
building,” he was assured.
“Thank you.”
Logan went into the dining area and made sure the table was
set to his liking. He signed the bill, tipped the waiter and escorted
him out. He hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign back on the doorknob and
shut the door. Taking a deep breath, he turned and walked out onto the
terrace. He found Victor smoking a cigar with his back to him.
“Hey Pud, everyone’s gone. The food’s here, you wanna eat?”
He said gently.
Keeping his back to him, Victor shook his head ‘no’, puffing
and chewing on the end of his cigar. Logan went up to him and placed
a hand on Creed’s shoulder, turning him to face Logan. Victor had his face
turned away and Logan reached out to cup his chin and turned his face to look
at him. He smelled salt water and could see that he was crying. Victor
tried to pull his chin out of Logan’s hand, but Logan held him tight.
He held him in his arms and began kissing away the tears that
had run down his cheeks and murmured softly in his ear,
“There, there, your Tweets made it all better. Shhh, don’t cry,”
he soothed.
Victor wrapped his arms around Logan and buried his face in Logan shoulder,
crying harder. He comforted him, stroking his hair and rubbing his back in
a soothing circular motion. Taking him by the hand, Logan led him into
the suite and sat down on the couch. Setting him on his lap, he drew
him close and kissed him on the cheek.
“Talk to me, Pud.”
Victor drew a shuddering breath and shrugged his shoulders. He reached
into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to blow his
nose. Logan sat and waited patiently for Victor to finish and gather
himself together.
“Why? Why did he have to come here and ruin our time together?”
He asked, as tears trickled down his cheeks.
“He hasn’t ruined our time togather! I refuse to give him that kind
of power over us!” Logan stated. “Our time has just begun and
I refuse to waste one second more on him. Because of me, he almost ruined
Canada for us. I’m not going to let him do it again. I will do
everything in my power to see that it does ‘not’ happen!”
“You’d really rather be with me, than him?” Victor questioned.
“I mean, he’s much better looking an’ all.”
Logan’s face darkened and he growled, “I have half a mind to turn you over
my knee and whip yer ass black n’ blue for that remark! Good looks
never impressed me. Truth and loyalty does. Scott may be good-looking,
but he’s a whore! He’ll fuck an’ suck whoever he has a fancy for and
I have no tolerance for that kind of behavior!”
“OK. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry,” Victor sighed and
put his head on Logan’s shoulder.
Logan snaked his arm around Victor’s waist and gave him a squeeze, “I’m
not angry. I’m just tired of talking about Scott. Now, how ‘bout
some dinner?”
Victor nodded his head and said, “alright.” They went into the dining
room and sat down to their meal.
End Part Three