Hiding

ok before I even get to the disclaimers- please know this is the FIRST time I have written the smut part and I'm still waiting for my Beta..but I promised chapter yesterday so here goes. Please don't give up on the story if this part has you collapsed in laughter. I'm trying my best...


same disclaimers as before plus note above. Hee hee. Um, sex here. So you know in case you're offended by that in which case, what the hell are you doing at this site?


The other travelers in the rest stop looked disdainfully at the couple standing by the restrooms as they kissed and groped at each other, clearly oblivious to the dirty looks they were receiving. Logan exited the men’s room and was greeted by the same sight that had disgusted the rest of the travelers. Instead of being disgusted, he felt a l aml amount of rage and jealousy rear up in him. Roisin wasn’t his, obviously, but she had been once. Seeing his friend pressing her up against the wall, coming about as close to fucking her as he could be done while fully clothed in a public place, Logan seethed. His vision went dark for a moment and a low growl sounded from his throat. Roisin and Kurt heard the sound and pulled apart, red faced and short of breath.

“Logan! Hi. We were just…uh…waiting for you…” Roisin breathed, having what Logan considered the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. Kurt nodded, stretching out his arms and cricking his neck. He looked rather pleased with himself.

“Yeah. We were just waiting for you. Um, time to switch?” Kurt asked, smiling brightly. Roisin furrowed her brow and Logan’s mouth dropped open.

“I didn’t mean switch like that!. I just meant that I have to use the men’s room. You can keep an eye on Roisin while I’m in there, like I did while you were in there.” Kurt said, laughing under his breath. He breezed past the two of them and walked into the men’s room.

“When do I get to go?” Roisin asked, pouting. Logan looked down at her and saw that her lips were all swollen from kissing Kurt. She was still breathing heavy, and Logan could smell the arousal coming off of her in little pulsating waves. He could feel himself growing hard at the thought of crushing her up against the wall as Kurt had done a few moments ago, grinding himself up against what he was sure was her very damp panties and her likely enlarged little clit. He leaned in a little closer to her, in order to better breathe in her excitement.

She looked up to see him looming over her, and instantly read what he was feeling. Part of her was angry that he thought he could just do what he wanted, that he dared to think about her that way after all this time and after the way he’d just taken off on her. However, another, baser part of her found it alluring. The fact that after all this time she could still turn him to a quivering mess was an incredible confidence booster. Kurt had only been gone for about 30 seconds, and Roisin tried to figure out what her options were.

She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered in Logan’s ear, her tongue lapping against his earlobe, relishing the guttural groan he made and the way he almost lost his balance.

“I know what you’re thinking, Logan. Remember? I can feel it. I can feel how you want me, how you want to be the one rubbing up against me, feeling how wet I am, feeling how hard my nipples are, feeling how badly I need it, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been properly fucked? Logan…”purred Roisin, grinning at the way his breathing had grown shallow. “I’ll bet you think you know what it is that I need, don’t you? You know what I need, Logan, what I need is -Kurt!” She pulled away quickly, her face turning red again. Kurt had a puzzled and slightly hurt expression on his face and Roisin decided that instead of toughing this out, she’d literally turn tail and run.

“Thank god, I really need to pee.” She ran into the ladies’ room, and into one of the stalls. She was furious with herself. Sometimes she was so stupid….

Outside the restrooms, Kurt and Logan eyed each other apprehensively. Logan felt awful- he was disappointed for having the self-control of a fifteen year old boy, and for letting Roisin play with him that easily. She hadn’t dominated him in ten years, for fuck’s sake. Why should he let her mess around with his mind now? Kurt didn’t say anything. He just looked at Logan with a pleading expression. Logan’s stomach turned. Kurt had been his best friend for ten years now- he’d stood by him when many of the others hadn’t. He’d seen his carefree, happy-go-lucky friend turn into a tortured, grieving, lonely and lost man over the years, and just when he was starting to show sparks of the old Kurt, Logan had essentially pissed all over him.

“Look, Elf, I know what you’re thinking-“ Logan started, aware of how pathetic he sounded but wanting desperately to say something that might fix what he’d just been caught doing. Not that it was all his fault- he’d have to have a little word with Roisin about the whole thing.

Kurt didn’t give him a chance to finish, cutting him off with a voice that sounded strangely cold and distant. Unconsciously, Logan flinched a bit.

“No, Logan, I don’t think that you do. I don’t even know what I’m thinking other than I just saw the woman who you know I’m falling hard for licking your verdammt ear and the way you were leering at her, what am I supposed to think? Is this some kind of game between you two? Who can fuck with the freak the most? Who can get him to cave quickest? Why would you do that? I thought you were supposed to be my friend. You had your chance with her. Let me have mine.” Kurt spat, walking away from Logan and towards one of the many fast food booths at the rest stop.

Logan leaned back against the tiled wall and tried to ignore the stare of some sweetly dressed nineteen year old looking girl who was staring at him like he was a piece of meat from across the rest stop. She was surrounded by a horde of other young women, most of them wearing sweatshirts with greek lettering on them. Great, he thought. Sorority girls. She caught him looking back at her and winked at him, pulling her skirt up slightly so that Logan could see the garter holding her stocking up. He groaned to himself, seeing what was clearly an invitation and cursing Roisin for taking so damn long in the bathroom. He looked back at the girl across the room and smiled a little at her. She turned bright red and whispered something to one of her girlfriends who was sitting beside her by the pay phones. He felt himself getting hard again. It would be so easy to just take this girl into one of the stalls and fuck her into oblivion, and he wished that Roisin would hurry the fuck up so he could do just that.

He wanted to walk over to her but he needed to wait for Roisin. Finally, what seemed like hours labut but was probably really only 30 seconds later she came out, looked around for him and Kurt and walked over to him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the teenager across the room narrow her eyes and pout a little. That was not what he wanted. Roisin had caused enough problems for now, he didn't need her getting it the way of what looked like a sure thing.

“Look Roisin, Kurt’s pissed, he’s over by the Nathan’s stand, go get him, make it up to him, and go wait for me in the car. “ She just stared at him.

“Don’t order me around! It’s your fault he’s pissed-“Logan grabbed her forearm in a vice like grip.

“Don’t even start with that. You know very well who is at fault here, and if you don’t want me to cause a scene you’re going to march on over there and apologize to him. Do it now.” He growled at her. She glared at him and stalked off, pulling her blanket around her, trying to ignore the stares of the people who had watched their interaction in the overly brightly lit rest stop. She also didn’t see Logan wave the girl across the room over and escort her into the men’s room.

Roisin saw Kurt standing in line, his head down and his shoulders slumped. She wanted to scream. Stupid Logan, making her act like that. He should know better. She carefully walked up behind Kurt and whispered his name. He turned quickly, eyes flashing, and then realized it was her and his face relaxed for a moment.

“Why?” he asked her, searching her face for an answer she didn’t have.

She tried to put her arms around him but he shrugged her off and walked to the counter to place his order. She sighed, followed him and ordered an extra large helping of fries. Fried potatoes always made her feel better, she thought. Except when she was getting out of the bath and caught a glimpse of her belly in the mirror. Then fries were bad. They paid for their food and walked silently to the car, getting in the back seat and eating without speaking to each other.

*********
Logan and the girl, Cassie he thought she’d said her name was, were in the stall at the far end of the men’s room. Luckily, they’d apparently gotten there just after cleaning time as the place was looking pretty immaculate considering it was, in fact, a rest stop. She was on her knees in front of him, his hands grabbing her blonde curls and pulling her closer to him. The girl flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, murmuring softly as she did so. She had both of her hands on his ass, and pulled him further into her mouth. She might have looked nineteen, Logan thought to himself, but she sure didn’t give head like a nineteen year old. A quick flash of Roisin doing the same thing to him all those years ago flickered through his mind, but he pushed it away, concentrating instead on the feeling of this girl’s tongue running circles along the underside of his shaft. Suddenly, with renewed vigor, the girl took him all the way in, swallowing his entire length and making little whimpering sounds as she did so. She was sucking harder now, the muscles in her throat relaxing as she took him in farther and farther, one of her hands snaking back from grasping his ass to reach up underneath his sac and press on the little bundle of nerves there. The girl’s nose was pressed against him, and everytime she swallowed around him, her throat squeezing tight around him, he shuddered, and he took his hands off of her head and pressed them against the sides of the stall instead. She looked up at him, her brown eyes sparkling, and winked once before moving her hand from the bundle of nerves and sliding one finger into the crevice of his ass, circling the opening there a few times before plunging her little finger in as she hummed deep in her throat. The second her finger had penetrated him, Logan came, the tightening in his balls unwinding like a spring and he gnashed his hips against the girl’s face, thankful that she kept him in her mouth as he came, licking the little slit on the head between each spurt before finally settling back on her ankles as he practically collapsed.

“Thank you…” he said, breathlessly. She smiled up at him, wiping the corner of her mouth with one hand.

“Callie. It’s Callie. And you’re welcome. I’d sort of hoped you could return the favor, but I imagine it takes a little longer than we’ve got for you to bounce back-“ the blonde stopped, startled and delighted to see that Logan was fully erect again, raring and ready to go.

“What was that, Callie?” He asked, sweetly, kissing the girl full on the mouth. God he loved these flash encounters. All he had to do was stand somewhere and 9 times out of 10 some gorgeous young thing would come up to him and he’d end up in a similar position to where he was right now, which was a glorious place indeed. Having turned her around and bent her over the toilet, her hands placed on the wall in front of her, he was granted a delightful view of Callie’s ass, her thong panties pulled to the side and her garter belt’s straps having come undone, her stockings slipping down her legs. He'd pushed her skirt up over her back and was just standing there, admiring the veiw. Callie glanced at him over her shoulder, handing him a condom.

“I’d hate to have to explain that the father of my baby was some total stranger I fucked in a bathroom on the Mass Pike…” she whispered, giggling. Logan laughed with her and stroked her buttocks as he rolled the condom on, using his fingers to gauge her readiness, not wanting to hurt her, especially since she’d done such a good job of sucking him off. He gently pried apart her lips, which were already slick and swollen with arousal. The smell coming off this girl was amazing, and he briefly wondered if she was some kind of mutant also, perhaps one in heat. The way she arched up into his touch, moaning deep in her th was was making his head spin. He slid a finger in slowly, making little circles with it and watching as she rocked her hips in anticipation.

“You’re a greedy little girl, aren’t you?” he whispered, sliding two more fingers into her slick opening, twisting her clit with his thumb as he did so.

“Just fuck me already, stop with the chattering. I’ve got to meet the rest of my sorority in ten minutes!” she growled, panting with need.

Logan complied immediately with her request, and removing his fingers, thrust himself into her in one swift stroke. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him, slamming into her, imagining it was ten years ago and it was Roisin that he was fucking. He imagined the blonde hair was brown, and that instead of rough little “oh oh oh” sounds, he was hearing the deep purring that Roisin, alone, it seemed, was capable of. He remembered the times that Roisin and he had screwed in that old car of his, the “muscle car” as she’d called it, that gorgeous old Toronado, trying to avoid the steering column as they’d squirmed over the interior. He was driving into her as hard as he could,and listening for sounds that he was hurting her and hearing none, continued to thrust into her mercilessly. Again he reached his fingers around and flicked at her clit, teasing it lightly at first and then, encouraged by her bucking and moaning, rubbing little circles around it. He felt her tighten, the muscles in her legs straining as her head fell back. Seconds later he felt her contracting all around him, the muscles in her tight little cunt grabbing him over and over and he came again, trying not to howl out loud at the release. He drove into her a few more times for good measure, and then collapsed over her back. They sat there for a few moments, gasping for breath. She started to giggle again and straightened up, pulling her panties back into place and fixing her garter straps. She pulled her skirt back down and leaned up to kiss him again.

“Thanks, mister. It’s been a long bus ride with a bunch of shallow little twits who keep going on and on about boy bands. They just don’t understand how a woman can have real needs, you know?” she whispered, buttoning up his fly and giving him a last squeeze. “What’s your name, anyway? It’ll help for my masturbation fantasies later…” she grinned at him.

“James.” He said, smiling at this wanton little creature, thankful that for all the pain he’d suffered at the hands of Weapon X, at least it seemed they’d imbued him with some sort of easy girl magnet. Callie kissed him on the cheek and opened the door to the stall, where two men were standing at the urinals, plainly having listened to the entire thing.

“Hope you liked the show, boys!” she called, sauntering out of the bathroom.

Logan walked over to the sink and washed his hands, looking up into the mirror and smirking at the jealous looks of the other men in the restroom.

Feeling much more relaxed now, he remembered suddenly the overwhelming threat that was hanging over the heads of himself, Roisin, and Kurt, and wondered if perhaps they were still out in the cafeteria area or had returned to the car. First he needed to get some food though. Callie had certainly helped him work up an appetite.

He exited the restroom and saw Callie leaving with her friends and chuckled to himself. Dangerous thing for a girl to be doing, for sure, he should have warned her that not all men would be so accommodating as to simply fuck her- surely there were some out there that would take great pleasure in doing much more, and probably finishing with her body cold and dead on the floor. Still, it wasn’t his place to be her keeper after all, especially since he’d just fucked her in the men’s room. She turned around as she and her friends walked out the door, blowing him a kiss. He smiled, and waved good-bye to her, walking over to the pizza place and getting in line, thinking he could eat a whole pie now. Glancing around he noticed that neither Kurt nor Roisin were visible, and he excused himself from the people around him and jogged over to the exit doors, looking for Roisin’s crap little car. Staring as hard as he could, he saw two figures in the back seat, sitting far apart.

“Well, at least they’re both still alive.” He thought, getting back in line to order his food.