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X-men Comics › Slash - Male/Male › Remy/Logan
Rating:
Adult +
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5
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3,606
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9
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Beautiful Mornings and Wonderful Nights
Every morning that Remy woke up, he was greated by a grinning Wolverine and breakfast in bed. Always a kiss on the lips to get the day started.
During the afternoon, he was a harsh trainer, forcing him to build up his weakened body. He hated that. Not the fact that he had to work hard to get back the use of his body, (he really hated being bed-ridden) but the fact that he couldn't feel close the closeness from Logan. Just a harsh determination.
He knew it was all for him though, so he didn't complain. Besides. Logan all but made up for the harshness at night. Everytime he made an improvement, Logan would give him "rewards". And what a delicious treat it was. Sometimes it would be massages, a sponge bath...play time for the both of them.
They never went all the way however, but it was only due to Logan's concern of Remy "over doing it", which he understood completely. Even Hank, who had called and been called to note on Remy's condition had warned them of over activity. They both knew the younger man to be over-zealous at a lot of things. Love-making included, as told by several willing girls at the mansion.
He never regreted coming to Logan, though Logan had some guilt, consistantly blaming himself for Remy's wreck.
"If only I hadn't written that note. Just told ya myself, face ta face. If only I had driven up with ya..." he whispered into the crook of Remy's neck.
Remy looked up into the arctic blue eyes of his would-be lover. "If only's don' do us any good cher. You know dat," he said carressing his cheek gently.
Soon, after weeks of bed-rest, Remy was able to walk. Slowly but surely, he walked from one end of the room to the other, limping and wincing each step of the way. But with each step grew much hope and much desire between the two.
The third night of him walking back and forth, Logan had taken there love making one step farther.
As usual, they wined and dined, made out...but when they undressed each other slowly, Logan trailed hot, hungry kisses down his body.
Remy was sighing in pleasure as he stared down at the man, being forced not to move. The soft, tender lips of Logan as they slid down him and then up his inner thighs were enough to drive a normal man crazy, but for an empath, it was damn near deadly he thought.
He whimpered as he tried to move, but Logan had his arms tied to the head of the bed. "Ah know ya didn't tie it dat tight mon ami, but I still can't get out!" he complained.
Logan chuckled. "Calm down darlin'. It's there fer a reason. So you won't go and over do it. I'm givin' the pleasure this time 'round. When yer all better, ya can pay me back," he said with a grin that made Remy shiver.
"You promise?" Remy whispered breathlessly. He was answered by Logan's hand stroking his hard cock gently before his mouth engulfed it.
Remy gasped for breath at the sudden wet warmth surrounding his cock and the wet, hot tounge of his lover as it swirled around the head teasingly.
All he could do was pant, moan and whimper as he stared helplessly, unable to bring himself closer to the edge.
When Logan smelled the need for release, he pulled back, letting him cool off before going back to arousing him again. Back and forth from his cock to his lips Logan went. Kissing, licking, sucking, nipping. It was maddening.
Finally, when Remy was damn near breathless and his balls were as hard as rocks, Logan let him cum inside of his mouth.
As he did so, he jerked his hips up and let out a yell of pleasure before he slumped back to the bed, as limp as a rag doll.
Logan lapped up the cum from his head before kissing up the sweaty chest, kissing his flushed cheeks and forehead before finally kissing him gently on the lips, sliding his tounge into the boy's eager and willing mouth.
Soon, they both relaxed against each other and slept.
During the afternoon, he was a harsh trainer, forcing him to build up his weakened body. He hated that. Not the fact that he had to work hard to get back the use of his body, (he really hated being bed-ridden) but the fact that he couldn't feel close the closeness from Logan. Just a harsh determination.
He knew it was all for him though, so he didn't complain. Besides. Logan all but made up for the harshness at night. Everytime he made an improvement, Logan would give him "rewards". And what a delicious treat it was. Sometimes it would be massages, a sponge bath...play time for the both of them.
They never went all the way however, but it was only due to Logan's concern of Remy "over doing it", which he understood completely. Even Hank, who had called and been called to note on Remy's condition had warned them of over activity. They both knew the younger man to be over-zealous at a lot of things. Love-making included, as told by several willing girls at the mansion.
He never regreted coming to Logan, though Logan had some guilt, consistantly blaming himself for Remy's wreck.
"If only I hadn't written that note. Just told ya myself, face ta face. If only I had driven up with ya..." he whispered into the crook of Remy's neck.
Remy looked up into the arctic blue eyes of his would-be lover. "If only's don' do us any good cher. You know dat," he said carressing his cheek gently.
Soon, after weeks of bed-rest, Remy was able to walk. Slowly but surely, he walked from one end of the room to the other, limping and wincing each step of the way. But with each step grew much hope and much desire between the two.
The third night of him walking back and forth, Logan had taken there love making one step farther.
As usual, they wined and dined, made out...but when they undressed each other slowly, Logan trailed hot, hungry kisses down his body.
Remy was sighing in pleasure as he stared down at the man, being forced not to move. The soft, tender lips of Logan as they slid down him and then up his inner thighs were enough to drive a normal man crazy, but for an empath, it was damn near deadly he thought.
He whimpered as he tried to move, but Logan had his arms tied to the head of the bed. "Ah know ya didn't tie it dat tight mon ami, but I still can't get out!" he complained.
Logan chuckled. "Calm down darlin'. It's there fer a reason. So you won't go and over do it. I'm givin' the pleasure this time 'round. When yer all better, ya can pay me back," he said with a grin that made Remy shiver.
"You promise?" Remy whispered breathlessly. He was answered by Logan's hand stroking his hard cock gently before his mouth engulfed it.
Remy gasped for breath at the sudden wet warmth surrounding his cock and the wet, hot tounge of his lover as it swirled around the head teasingly.
All he could do was pant, moan and whimper as he stared helplessly, unable to bring himself closer to the edge.
When Logan smelled the need for release, he pulled back, letting him cool off before going back to arousing him again. Back and forth from his cock to his lips Logan went. Kissing, licking, sucking, nipping. It was maddening.
Finally, when Remy was damn near breathless and his balls were as hard as rocks, Logan let him cum inside of his mouth.
As he did so, he jerked his hips up and let out a yell of pleasure before he slumped back to the bed, as limp as a rag doll.
Logan lapped up the cum from his head before kissing up the sweaty chest, kissing his flushed cheeks and forehead before finally kissing him gently on the lips, sliding his tounge into the boy's eager and willing mouth.
Soon, they both relaxed against each other and slept.