Just Do It

Tears don't usually do much for Logan; besides turn him off and make him more irritable than usual. But this boy, with his pretty eyes all wet with righteous tears, his even prettier mouth all bitten and red and moist with the same tears?

Yeah, well these tears are working at him like none before. When the boy just gives it up and says "just do it" it's like a fist in the gut and he just can't. Not yet, anyway. Not before. . .

"Finish up your beer, boy, like I said."

The boy sniffs again. "Hey, I know what's coming, right? I don’t need to be drunk to have you kill me." He tosses down the mostly full can of beer. "Besides, unknown to my mother, I've had enough beer to know that one can won't get me drunk."

Logan watches as the words sink into the boy's head. Watches him try and catch the sob, hold it back. "Jesus. I killed her. My mom." He grabs the can from the ground and guzzles it down. Watches him laugh. "Maybe you're right. I should be drunk for this. Not remember what I've done."

"Look kid, you didn't really do anything, ya know?"

The boy laughs again and it's like another fist to the gut for Logan. A hard one that he sorta *feels*. It's a laugh like ground glass, slicing him in tiny little crevices that he can't feel right now, but just knows he'll feel later on. And he know's it'll sting like fuck. Jesus.

"Yeah, I should be drunk for this. Drunk when I meat my maker." He's finished the one beer and picked up another. "So I'll be all drunk and surly and can ask him why the FUCK he'd let me be what I am. Let me kill my mom. My girlfriend. My whole fucking *world* by just being me! Dirty son-of-a-bit-"

Logan cuts off his rant. Takes the boy up in his hands, lifting him up by his upper arms and bringing him down so his ranting mouth is over Logan's open one. Sticks his tongue inside the boy's mouth real quick. Quick and wet and *big* and deep.

Jesse sorta gasps and gags at the same time, but Logan doesn't mind, isn't offended or anything. He's sure he'd have done the same thing once upon a time.

''Mis. . .ster?"

And the pretty eyes are so confused now, Logan is sure the boy isn’t thinking about what he's done or that he's about to die. Nope. They just want to know why the fuck there was a tongue rubbing against his tongue a few seconds ago.

So Logan does it again. Deeper this time. Wraps a hand around the boy's waist, pulling him close and snags his spiked hair with is other hand and fucks the boy's mouth with his tongue. Goes further than his mind lets him comprehend and rubs the boy against his hardening cock. The boy is hard too. That makes this a little better. Not much. But a little.

When Logan pulls his mouth away, Jesse gasps out, "Jesus, Mister! What are you *doing*?" And Logan would have felt even worse if Jesse hadn't been grinding a hard cock against his own. When he cups the boy's head and lays him flat against the cold, muddy floor, and looks into the still wet eyes, Logan doesn't think anymore. He just does.

He doesn’t bother with taking the boy's shirt or jacket off, just slices the shirt open with his claws. Jesse gasps when Logan latches onto his nipple with his hot mouth and considers it an open invitation to push one big, blunt finger into the open mouth. The boy sucks it. Hard. Desperate. Logan doesn't mind. He knows he's already hell-bound. Logan works his finger smoothly in and out as he licks his way to the other nipple. Sucks and licks, nips and bites. Shifts his wait so he can move his mouth down, licking and sucking all the way down. Uses his teeth to undo the boy's belt buckle, keeping this finger fucking at the boy's mouth, unsure if his reasons are because it feels good or because he doesn't want to give Jesse the chance to say stop. Doesn't really matter any longer. The skin beneath his mouth his hot and damp, trembling, vibrating with need like a drum skin drawn too tight and just *wrong*. Like it can't get enough of something it was made to get. Something it needs.

Logan switches fingers and the in between moment is loud with Jesse's moan of loss and need. Logan brushes his nose against the tented fabric of Jesse's boxers, then his cheek. The rumbling he hears roaring in his ears is his own and he almost starts, but his hand, the one with the fingers not being sucked on, are pulling the boxers down and out of the way, and a hot and hard cock is before him, the head glistening with precome, shiny and welcoming. Logan swallows it whole. He hasn't licked up and down twice before he's swallowing come while Jesse bucks and shakes beneath him.

Too soon, he thinks. Too damn soon. He wants more. He knows there should be more. He doesn't let Jesse come down from his orgasm before he has both their pants striped and a big wet finger in the boy's ass.

"No! Wait! I can't-"

Logan finds the spot that has Jesse gasping in pleasure and works it ruthlessly, has the boy gasping with need and hard n, wn, working his ass back against his hand. When Logan removes his finger the boys gasped 'please' means more and not stop, Logan is almost sure. Almost. When he replaces his finger with his tongue, he doesn't care anymore. He licks and stabs at the boy's open ass with his tongue, fucking and using his hands to shape and work the boys ass cheeks, holding him open for his tongue-fucking. Works a finger inside of him along with his tongue. Works another in. Gathers up the saliva that's running down the boys ass and uses it to coat his cock, work it, fucks his fist until he's sure it cant get any harder and licks at the boy's ass deeper.

Logan pulls back and looks. The boy's ass is open and clenching. His ass cheeks are red and there are Logan-shaped hand prints visible. He can't remember when he's seen a prettier site. He takes himself in hand, places the head of his cock at the boy's open hole and pushes.

"Fuck!"

"Jesus!" Logan doesn’t know if its pleasure or pain that makes Jesse cry out and push back, but he uses the motion to seat himself all the way in. Then he *moves*. In and out. Faster and harder and deeper with each thrust. Jesse whimpers and moans beneath him, bracing himself with his hands on the uneven ground. Logan fucks him like it’s the best thing ever, and maybe it is. He places a hand in the boy's hair and takes hold, pulling him up, leans over and licks at the boy's neck and lips. He's not sure if he feels better that the boy's tongue comes out to lick at his own but it doesn't matter because it feels so damn good, and he brings his other hand up to his mouth, spits into it and then grabs the boy's hard again cock and jacks him hard and fast while he fucks him until he comes.

Its only when he feels the boy shoot again that he lets go of the cock in his hand and brings it up, claws out that he ends it.

He doesn’t finish the last beer until Jesse is buried deep.