In Fear of Three Little Words

Chapter 23


Logan gripped a handful of silky hair and pulled Kurt to him for a kiss. All his trepidations faded away and left Logan feeling easy with himself for the first time in a long time. This boy...no, this young man, lay in his arms, beautiful and bright and unique like no one else on earth. And Kurt wanted to be with him, wanted Logan’s caresses and kisses, wanted him as much as Logan wanted Kurt.

Some of his long years drained away and left him feeling young again, ready for passion and maybe even...no. He wasn’t ready to call anything love. He wasn’t even certain he knew what that was anymore. He wanted to live for this moment now and forget all else, the consequences and the future.

“So, Logan. How old are you?”

Logan looked over at his bed mate and saw curiosity.

“You don’t really want to know, kid.”

“Yes, I do,” Kurt said, trailing a hand down Logan’s chest in a languid movement. “You’re much older than yook. ok. I know you are.”

“Hmmm. Yeah. Let’s just say, I’m old enough to be your great-granddaddy.”

Kurt raised up on one elbow and gazed down on him, that same curiosity in yellow eyes. “You made a reference once that you fought in World War II. How old were you then?”

“Young. But we were all young then, fighting for the freedoms we have now.”

“And now we...mutants, are fighting to hold onto those same freedoms.”

Logan stared up at the serious expression on Kurt’s face. “You constantly surprise me, elf.”

Kurt gave a snort. “Because I can put two and two together?”

Logan reached up and gripped Kurt’s face. “Because there’s a lot of people out there who can’t or won’t. We know that. We’ve faced it first hand.”

Kurt’s gaze dropped as if he’d been chastised.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Logan said.

“I wish it was. I wish people were tolerant. I wish they’d want for us, what they have for themselves.”

“It doesn’t hurt to wish.”

“But it doesn’t help either,” Kurt said and slid back down into Logan’s embrace. “Our own friends aren’t tolerant. What can we expect from the rest of the world?”

“Haven’t you learned not to care what the rest of the world thinks?”

“No, I haven’t. I’m still working on that, Logan.”

“And what Cyke thinks or Kitty, isn’t everyone.”

“I know.”

“We knew this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I know.” Kurt pushed up again and bent over Logan with a smile playing on his mouth. Logan sighed and ran a hand over Kurt’s hip, stroking the base of Kurt’s tail. He liked how that felt, the little flip running from Kurt’s back to the curve of his tail. Kurt leaned down and licked Logan’s bottom lip.

Logan let out a groan and rolled them over so he was on top, covering Kurt’s body with his own.

“Make love to me again, Logan,” Kurt said, breathlessly. “I want to feel you inside me again.”

“You don’t have to ask twice, sweetheart.”

Kurt grinned up at him.

“What?” Logan asked.

“Sweetheart. You’ve called me that twice now.”

Logan frowned. “You don’t like it? You want me to stop?”

“Oh no. Please don’t. I like it. Just watch it when we get back.”

“I’ll do that, sweetheart.” Logan nuzzled Kurt’s neck, biting lightly behind his ear.

Kurt moaned and arched against him, hard cock pushing against his. Their mouths met and Logan once again wanted to eat Kurt alive, devour him, taste his essence. The smell of Kurt’s arousal fed Logan’s need until they parted for air.

He pushed up off of Kurt and pulled the boy up to his knees. “Come on, turn around and hold onto the headboard.”

Kurt raised one eyebrow, but obeyed. Logan ran his hands down Kurt’s sides, over slim hips and down along strong thighs. He lubricated his fingers and stroked Kurt’s hole, sliding one in then two. Kurt pushed back against him eagerly, tail whipping back and forth. Moving up close behind, Logan positioned himself and felt Kurt’s tail wrap around his waist in a steadying embrace.

Logan stroked a hand down Kurt’s back and readied himself. He felt Kurt shift, opening himself up further to Logan in invitation to enter. Logan pressed his cock to Kurt’s hole and with a quick thrust pushed in, harder than he had intended, but instead of pulling away, Kurt pushed back against him, taking all of Logan in at once.

Kurt let out a gasping moan, his head falling back. Black hair streamed around Kurt’s shoulders, pointed ears peaking out between the str. L. Logan wrapped an arm around Kurt and thrust again harder then harder still and still Kurt met his thrusts with an eagerness that delighted Logan. Sliding his hand up into Kurt’s hair, Logan turned the boy’s face to his. Kurt’s eyes were closed and the expression on his face bordered a fine line of pain and ecstacy. But the sweet mouth was open slightly, begging for a deep kiss. Logan obliged, his mouth filling with Kurt’s breath and an eager tongue found his and dueled like an expert.

It was as if Logan had met his match, had found his equal in ferocity of need and desire. Something indeed had opened up inside of him, swelling to the surface after years of dormancy.

Logan ran a hand down Kurt’s chest and stomach and gripped the boy’s hard cock. He was rewarded with a moan against his lips and a forward thrust. Logan kissed Kurt hard once more and moved his mouth around to Kurt’s ear, nibbling and sucking. Kurt whimpered, but not from pain.

“Oh Logan,” Kurt gasped. “Oh god.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Logan growled into Kurt’s ear. “Give it up for me.” Logan’s own pleasure was secondary now, his thrusts more for Kurt than for him. He concentrated his efforts on stroking Kurt’s cock and felt it growing harder. Kurt gasped again, moan rising to a cry. Kurt came hard, rocking against Logan, the boy’s tail squeezing Logan’s waist. Kurt panted for breath, relaxing, head drooping, but then his head came back up and his hips thrust back against Logan, renewing Logan’s own need for satisfaction.

Logan kissed the side of Kurt’s face and felt cheek muscles pull into a smile.

“Do it, Logan,” Kurt said breathlessly. “Do it hard.”

Logan obeyed without thought. He grasped Kurt’s hips in a tight grip and drove in hard. Kurt let out a cry, but met him thrust for thrust, head thrown back in abandon. Logan rode out his own orgasm as if he were in a hurricane. He was swept along, almost drowning in the wild current. He gasped for air and let his body have it’s way with him.

He came back to himself with Kurt wrapped up in his arms. He nuzzled Kurt’s neck, wanting to take a bite, but he restrained himself and instead, turned Kurt’s face to his and kissed the strainm Kum Kurt’s features.

“Tell me...you’re okay,” Logan said, the sound of his voice echoing his desperation. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you. Oh god, elf. Tell me you’re all right.”

“I’m...more...than all right, Logan,” Kurt whispered. “It was...so intense. So....” Kurt shook his head and leaned back against Logan. “I..don’t have...words.”

“Well, I have a few words for you,” Logaid, id, relieved. “Terrific. Beautiful. Sexy. Delicious.” He emphasized the last with a lick of Kurt’s earlobe.

Kurt’s laugh sounded self-deprecating. “You exaggerate.”

“I don’t exaggerate.” Logan caressed Kurt’s hip once more and pulled out. Kurt turned and collapsed onto the bed, smiling an exhausted smile. Logan cleaned up with a towel and turned Kurt enough to do the same for him. Kurt hardly moved.

“You sure, you’re okay?” Logan asked, peering down at Kurt. The kid looked completely out of it.

Kurt nodded, eyes closing lazily.

The room had grown chilled with the dying embers of the fireplace and stove. Logan rose and threw more wood into the fire, stoking the stove for the night. He lay down again and gathered Kurt into his arms, glad for Kurt’s built in warmth. Kurt snuggled close, wrapping an arm over Logan. Letting his fingers wander, Logan caressed Kurt’s hair, stroked the soft fur. He felt Kurt relax into sleep and soon, he was able to do the same.