The Best LAID Plans

After listening to Kitty pour her heart out, Logan returned to his room. He hadn’t even opened the door before he knew he wasn’t alone. He stepped into his bedroom and flipped on the lamp. Jean was sitting at his desk with an annoyed expression.

“Hey, Red.” He said, lighting his cigar and walking to his window. He opened it up and blew out a puff of smoke. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled around the cigar.

“I need the key.”

“Key to what?” He asked innocently.

“The collar.”

“Looks good on you.”

“It’s not safe to have no trained telepaths in the house.” She replied. He smiled again.

“I’ll keep us safe.”

“Forgive me if I find you fallible.” She said coolly. “Give me the key, Logan and I won’t mention any of this to Xavier.”

“You won’t mention it to him anyway.” Logan replied. “What are you gonna say?” He sat in an armchair across from her. “That I was a beast? He knows that. Are you gonna tell him about your little assault on me in the woods? Using your gifts to make another person immobile and then molesting them is hardly ethical by Xavier’s own standards.” He stopped smiling and fixed her with a hard stare. “There’s a term for that.”

“You’re hardly the one to give speeches since you took it upon yourself to seek revenge. And don’t tell me it was for righteous reasons.”

“You’re right, Darlin’, it wasn’t.” His gaze moved down her body and back up. “But I figure what happened in the woods and in the shower can stay there, along with what happens tonight.”

“There is no tonight.” Jean snapped. “I want the key to the collar.” Her face was flushed with anger, but Logan could detect an underlying trace of excitement. It was probably why she was across the room from him.

“Come get it.” He said, spreading his knees wide and leaning back in the chair. “If yer real nice, I’ll give it to ya.” He closed his eyes and puffed on the cigar. He waited while she deliberated. He opened his eyes when she stood up. “Crawl.” He grunted.

“You’d better have to key.” She said. “And shut off the light.” He pulled the cord on the lamp and the room was dark with only the light from the security lights coming in the window.

“Yup.” He said. “I’m a man of my word. If yer half as talented with that mouth as I think you are, I’ll give you the key.”

“I will get you back for this.” She said, her cheeks burning from the humiliation of her situation. “You do realize this, right?”

“Lookin’ forward to it, Darlin’.”
Jean gritted her teeth and got on on all fours. She figured that the sexier she made this, the faster she would get results so she arched her back and slunk, like a cat, across the floor. He’d be able to see her just fine. She knew he had good night vision. When she reached him, she placed her hands on his ankles and slid them up to his knees, then over his thighs and between them. She stroked the hard ridge that was growing under the denim with her hands. She unfastened his belt with one hand and continued to caress him with the other. She arranged herself on her knees in front of him with his strong thighs on either side of her ribs.

Jean unbuttoned and unzipped Logan’s fly before reaching inside. He was hot and hard in her hand. He made no sound except for the occasional puff from his cigar. She thought back to everything she’d learned about Scott, and what he’d liked, then she decided to do the exact opposite. Scott had been an eager lover, but very polite. If she went down on him, he didn’t like to watch her doing it, she would duck under the covers and he would keep his eyes tilted up to the ceiling. She already knew that Logan defied most rules of sexual etiquette, but then, so had she.

Jean ran her thumb over the mushroomed head of Logan’s hard penis and squeezed his shaft, running her hand up and down its length. She didn’t have a very good angle, so she straightened up and grabbed his knees, pulling him toward her with a great tug. He didn’t make a noise but slouched to accommodate his new position. She worked his jeans down a little farther and he lifted his hips so she could move them down. She pulled them as far as mid thigh and leaned forward to grasp him in her hand and give him a few good pumps. She felt Logan’s hand at the back of her head and he pushed her face toward his lap.

“No cheating.” He said calmly, his breathing still sounding normal. “I want to feel those sweet lips.”

“I still hate you.”

“Less talk. More suck.” He kept his fingers buried in her hair and they tightened when she closed her lips around him. She coated him with saliva and began to move up and down the shaft, using as much suction as she dared. She had no idea how long he could hold out, but she didn’t want to tire her jaw. She hadn’t done this in a long time. Logan’s fingers flexed when she ran her tongue around the head of his erection. He reached down and moved his hand inside her shirt to fondle her breast. She broke away from him and backed onto her haunches.

“Not part of the deal, Logan.” She said. “Why don’t you keep your hands to yourself.” She paused. “Think you can handle that?” She sucked him into her mouth again and went back to work. She sucked on her finger and slipped it between his legs, taking a page from his own book, and pushing it between his tight buttocks. He grunted and she heard the cigar bounce off the arm of the chair and fall to the floor. She heard the sound of his claws unsheathing on either side of her and lifted her head. “Put ‘em away, Wolverine.” They retracted into his hands.
Jean twitched her finger the same Logan had and she felt his hips buck upward, shoving his erection deep into her throat. She increased her speed and the force of her suction and worked her finger deeper into his ass.

“God, don’t stop.” He growled. Jean took her cue and lifted her head.

“Where’s the key?” She asked, rubbing his shaft with her hand. “Tell me and I’ll make you come like a fountain.”

“My back pocket.” Logan gasped, grabbing her shoulders and throwing her backwards. With another pop of his claw, he slit the zipper on her jeans and hauled them down her hips, then he flipped her onto her belly and grabbed her waist bringing her up to meet him. He slammed into her so hard she saw stars and cried out before he cupped his palm over her face and rode her fast and rough. He came with a grunt and spurted into her hot wetness. He collapsed on her back and panted until his healing factor kicked in and he recovered his breath. “Shit, Jeannie, you just about killed me.”

“That was the point.” She said, coldly, trying to push herself up on her elbows. Logan stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He was already hard again.

“I’ll give you the key, Honey.” He said, fishing it out of his pocket and tossing it to the floor in front of her. She reached for it at the same time the he started moving again. “But I’ll stop if you take the collar off.” She paused and he leaned forward, kissing her shoulder. “Hate me all you want, but you never one asked me to stop. Now I won’t come to you again if you don’t want me.” He continued to thrust into her and Jean held the key in her hand, but didn’t open the collar.

Kitty was exhausted from driving on very little sleep despite the nap she’d had earlier. Her body wasn’t used to the strain of a hardy sex life. She went to the bathroom to get a glass of water and upon passing Logan’s room she heard what sounded like Jean yelling. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep, or her emotional distress, but she walked to Logan’s door and phased her head through. The sight that met her eyes was imprinted on her brain for all eternity. Logan’s bared buttocks were tensing as he rutted Jean Grey like a beast. Kitty opened her mouth to say something but closed it when she heard him grunt and saw his whole body stiffen. Then he remarked to Jean that she was going to kill him and Kitty silently withdrew. Apparently there was something in the water that was making people crazy.


Kurt came drowsily up from sleep, feeling his stiff, aching, erection first. He reached for Kitty but found the space beside him empty and devoid of her warmth. He opened one eye and looked around the small cabin. Her pack was gone and there was no sign of her. He teleported from the bed to where the van had been parked but it wasn’t there. He cursed fluently in every language he could think of. He went to the jeep and sat in the driver’s seat while he punched the phone number for the mansion on the satellite phone. He looked down at himself. He was still wearing his shortst tht they were unfastened and the front of them was stained with dried semen. He thought back to the previous night.

The telephone was ringing when Kurt began to recall a few hazy details. He remembered tucking himself next to Kitty on the cot and dropping off to sleep with her firmly beside him. He pushed his brain to remember the rest of the night. Did he wake? He was almost certain that he had. A voice picked up on the mansion’s private line.

“Xavier’s.” The rough voice was easily recognized.

“Logan.” Kurt said, trying not to imagine what the older man had been witness to. “It’s Kurt.”

“I know who it is, Elf.” The man replied. “Are you still at the cabin?”

“Ja. Just sitting in the jeep. Is Kitty there?”

“Yeah, she came in about three AM this morning. She’s sleeping now.” He paused. “She’s okay, Kurt, just a little overwhelmed. Don’t come back here till you’re normal again. If necessary I’ll get a call girl out to you, get it?”

“Having company wasn’t my choice.” He said, stiffly. “I want to talk to her.”

“Sorry, Bub, she asked me not to put any calls through to her. She’s not angry with you, just needs to come to terms with what you said.”

“Said?” Kurt’s blood ran cold. “When?” His brain wouldn’t bring up anything clearer than a few jumbled emotions and assorted sticky fumbles in the dark.

“Uh, last night when you two were…uh…you know.” The Canadian cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “She said you were a little sleepy so I’m guessing you don’t remember much about it.”

“Correct.” Kurt said. “What did I say?”

“Don’t know if I’m the person-”

“Tell me or I swear I’ll drive back this second and stand naked in the girl’s hallway.” He paused for breath. “You’ll have a fight the likes of which you’ve never seen.”

“You said you loved her.”

“Shit.”

“You don’t?” Logan’s voice held a warning. “You didn’t need to say that, Bub, she wouldn’t have been able to say no.”

“Of course I love her, Logan. I’ve been in love with Kitty since I laid eyes on her. But I didn’t want it to come out that way.”

“Why not?”

“She might not believe me.”

“Good point.”

“Can I please talk to her?”

“Sorry, you shouldn’t talk to her in your condition anyway.”
Kurt cursed and broke the connection. The next few days were going to be Hell. He looked down at the tip of his penis, poking up through his open shorts.

“You know this is all your fault.”