An Exercise in Control

Date Written: November 13, 2005
Pairing: Logan/Scott
Feedback: Yes, please.
Category: PWP. Slash Smut.
Rating: NC-17 or Mature Adult
Disclaimer: I do not own or purport to own Scott Summers, Logan or the X-Men. I am not making and do not intend to make any money off this work of fiction and it is written purely for the free enjoyment of interested, adult fans. Please, do not sue me.
Author's Notes: Um... I can't freaking believe it, but I had a visit from Logan and Scott Muses yesterday (November 12, 2005)... Don't know where this came from, but here it is... I still can't believe I wrote the darn thing! But it wouldn't leave me alone! I've a bit in here inspired by Mo's X-Men universes ("vanishingly short refractory period" and Scott as English teacher), but other than that, it's a general X-Men universe... but probably more movie (through X2) than comic. It's a *highly* NC-17 PWP... and my first time attempting anything remotely like this... ::blushes::

An Exercise in Control
by Lila-Blue Brandybuck

Scott was in his office grading his 10th grade lit class' papers when he heard the roar of what could only be his bike's engine returning Logan to him pass by his front window on the way to the garage. He smiled. Was about time...

He was just finishing the corrections of Kitty's particularly poor sense of when to use a semi-colon, noting that he wanted to speak with her about it again as soon as possible, as his office door opened, revealing Logan, already sans leather jacket and reaching one-handed to undo his belt buckle.

Scott met his gaze and held it, as he dropped the papers, graded and otherwise, into his lower left-hand desk drawer without looking. He knew that look. It was Logan's predatory, "you're in trouble" look. Scott was beginning to really like that look. He saw it most often when Logan had been away for awhile or someone had been sniffing around Scott more than Logan appreciated... or at all.

Logan clicked the door's lock behind him as his belt came off and was dropped to the floor.

"Hey, Logan, did you miss me or something?" Scott asked, quirking an eyebrow. He pushed his chair back from the desk but didn't stand.

Logan's response was a growl and long strides across the hardwood floor, his hard-soled boots loud on the unusually quiet Sunday afternoon, announcing his approach. *Do ya think?*

Logan reached down to grasp at Scott's sweater, pulling him to his feet and then his arms came around Scott's back, pressing them together. Another low growl rumbled in his chest. Scott might have laughed at Logan's ardor (he'd gone right past mono-syllabic this time), but one could never tell what would offend him when he got into this particular primal mood, so he saved it for later and concentrated on returning Logan's enthusiasm. But first, Scott reached out his right hand to open the corresponding desk drawer before wrapping it around the back of Logan's neck, signaling submission to his kiss. The open drawer revealed a bottle of KY's finest... (Once upon a time, in a land very far away, Scott had been a very well-trained Boy Scout.)

When Logan left his lips, nibbling, licking and kissing his way down Scott's jawline toward his ear, Scott was finally able to get enough breath to speak. "Do I even get a 'hello'?"

Logan paused only long enough to say, "That was 'hello'," before returning to his self-appointed task of ravishing Scott thoroughly, furthering his quest by working on getting the sweater and t-shirt off of him. It didn't want to come off fast enough for him though.

*Snikt.* Logan popped the claws on his right hand and his left traveled down Scott's abdomen toward the fly on his slacks.

"What are you doing, Logan?" Scott would almost be nervous if Logan wasn't doing the most delicious things to his left earlobe at the moment.

"If ya want, I'll getcha a new one later," was all Logan said by way of reply. He reached up the back of Scott's shirt, claws turned away from his back and expertly slit the shirt and sweater from neck to tail-bone. That accomplished, he retracted the claws, got rid of the rags and concentrated on Scott's pants. He wanted to feel Scott's bare skin. The pants were more cooperative and soon pooled at Scott's ankles. Scott, showing the proactive forthrightness drummed into him by the Scouts, had already toed off his loafers in preparation and easily kicked the pants off. His black socks stayed on though. A pleased rumble and rough kiss from Logan was his reward, as Logan lifted him to sit on his desk. It wasn't necessary... Scott was tall enough that he could have easily sat himself... But Logan was in *that* mood and enjoyed the play at manhandling and exercising his control over Scott.

He paused to look at Scott, that predatory gleam shining in his eyes. Scott reached for Logan's fly, but Logan grabbed his wrists instead. Scott's eyebrow quirked again in silent question.

Seemed in that split second, Logan had changed his mind. He flipped Scott and pushed him forward, gently but forcefully, to lean over the warm wood of the desk, his feet on the floor. There were office items at the corners, but the front edge was clear of obstacles. Logan kneaded the muscles of Scott's back with his left hand as his right flipped the lid on the bottle of KY. "Did ya miss me, Scott?" Logan's voice was thick with want.

Scott smiled over his shoulder, not quite able to meet Logan's eye from this angle, even if his mirrored ruby-quartz glasses didn't get in the way. "Can't you tell?"

"Sure," Logan drawled as his first finger entered Scott from behind. Scott bit his lip as he moaned and arched back. Scott had been hard since he had heard Logan pass the window and they both knew it. "But I like to hear ya say it."

"Make me?"

It was just the challenge Logan had wanted. After a moment, a second finger joined his first and together brushed over Scott's prostate, making his muscles contract and his body shudder. Logan fairly hummed with his need for Scott just then. His hand at Scott's ass continued its work as his other undid the fly on his own jeans and pulled his cock out. Logan leaned over Scott's back, biting and nipping the flesh between his shoulder blades, then soothing it with his tongue, as he added a third finger. He continued stroking Scott, making the man moan and arch back against him, while he slicked some of the KY over his own cock, and when he felt Scott was ready, he pulled away for a second to yank his own t-shirt over his head, toss it away and sent his jeans into a pile next to Scott's. Then he moved in between Scott's legs and leaned over his back again. He grabbed Scott's hip in his right hand, supporting his weight on his left next to Scott's head. He teased Scott's opening with his cock-head. "Did ya miss me, Scott?" he whispered at Scott's ear.

Scott shivered from the warm breath on his neck and the rush of anticipation. "Maybe..." he replied to goad Logan on, producing the desired result of Logan breaching him... but not as he had expected after so long a separation.

Logan's first thrust was slow and even, resulting in a slow groan from Scott. When he was as far inside Scott as he could get while still leaning over his back, Logan stilled and with a purring voice, asked again, "Did ya miss me?" The gleam in his eyes was wicked.

Set in a battle of wills to see who would break first, Scott could only let himself say, "I'm not sure yet."

Logan withdrew his cock almost all the way and thrust back again just as slowly. When Scott tried to thrust back to meet him, Logan caught his hips in both hands, standing straight, penetrating Scott deeper as he did so with the same maddening slowness. With both hands gripping Scott's hips now, he could hold Scott still and control the pace. "Uh-uhn, Scott."

From his position, Scott couldn't get a good grip on Logan to do anything about it either. He was practically lever-less. After all, he didn't want to displace Logan, he just wanted him to speed things up without giving up. He considered and coming up with nothing, crossed his arms under his chin as Logan continued to move.

"Logan..." Scott came as near to whining as he could without actually doing it.

"Mmm..." was Logan's only sound. He was enjoying himself, but he could do this all day. He watched the set of Scott's back muscles, as he changed his angle to brush slowly past Scott's prostate with every long in-stroke.

Scott groaned and arched up from his shoulders... So it *was* to be torture. Sweet torture...

"Did ya want to say somethin', Scott?" Toward the end of the question, he thrust much faster suddenly before immediately resuming the slower pace, cutting off anything Scott might have said, drawing only a startled, strangled, very pleased sound, followed closely by one of disappointment from the younger mutant.

But disappointed though he was, his breaths were also coming faster. His own erection was hanging free and untouched just below the edge of the desk. He was sure it was leaking precum by now. "Logan, please, go faster. Touch me! Do something!"

Logan changed his angle again, hitting Scott's prostate more directly and Scott bit the second knuckle of his right index finger. "I am doin' somethin'." Logan wasn't quite done messing with him yet. He continued his assault on Scott's sweet-spot at a tempo that seemed more amiable to Scott, grunting and groaning as he did... for little more than effect. It was a good thing Scott was face-down or he might have seen what Wolverine was planning.

A sheen of sweat broke on Scott's back and his breath was coming in shorter gasps and his unconscious mutterings of "Yes!" and "Ah, Logan!" were becoming more frequent. Just when his spine tensed at the peak and was about to break, Logan pulled out and away, but was careful to keep Scott pinned where he was on the desk.

"Logan!" Scott veritably roared and tried to buck back against him, throw him off and round on him in vain.

"Yes?" Logan tried for an innocent tone, but he was fairly certain that it probably sounded more than a little smug.

"What the fuck?!" Scott was pissed. He almost never cursed unless he was really angry or really aroused... At the moment, he was both.

Logan suppressed uttering a chuckle at the man's agony, but it came through in his voice anyway. "Scott, did ya miss me?"

There was total stillness in the room for indeterminable seconds. Then Scott's forehead hit the desk beneath him. "Argh!" he groused, frustrated and beaten, in this round at least. "Yes..." he admitted quietly.

Logan had easily heard him with his heightened senses, of course, but he had to be just a little more difficult. After all, he did have a reputation to maintain. "What was that?"

"Yes," Scott grudgingly repeated. "I missed you, Logan."

"I knew ya did," he gloated, reentering Scott in one quick thrust, maintaining the pace until Scott was once again at the brink of orgasm. But this time Logan didn't pull away and Scott contracted and shuddered and bucked as he came all over the floor and the underside of the desk. It would be difficult to clean up later, but right now Scott was physically unable to care.

Logan withdrew his unspent cock and draped himself over Scott's back again as Scott's breathing started to approach his norm. Logan traced lazy patterns in the beads of sweat on Scott's rising and falling back with one finger and slid his slick dick between Scott's cheeks, brushing across the sensitive hole, causing residual aftershocks in Scott every now and then, as he waited for him to recover. Not for the first time, Scott wished he had Logan's "vanishingly short refractory period."

After about ten minutes, Scott asked, "So, are you going to let me up any time soon?"

"No," was Logan's succinct reply as he flipped Scott onto his back, butt at the edge of the desk and legs spread around Logan's thighs. "But part of you is up."

He wasted no more time in getting down to serious business. Propped on his forearms, he languidly kissed Scott's mouth, tasting less urgently than before, though he was far from sated. Scott's arms rose up to wrap around Logan's back, pulling him tight against him. Scott's erection reawakened, Logan arranged them both more fully on top of the desk and hiked up Scott's knees, resting his calves on his shoulders. He reapplied the KY to his cock before re-bracing himself on his forearms and penetrating Scott again, taking Scott's mouth with his as he did so. He had so missed those lips, that tongue. He felt Scott's face with his fingertips, fine cheekbones, the hard edge of his visor, the softness of his brown hair. Why did Logan keep leaving town and this, again? Right now, Logan didn't remember or care.

Scott for his part was thinking very similar thoughts, grasping at Logan's shoulders and back, arching into his thrusts. Logan had been gone way too long this time. That worried him, but right now, it could wait until later.

Breaking away for the sake of air, Scott studied Logan through lust-fogged eyes in shades of red. His eyes so deep and sincere, his hair mused from the wind of the road and their more recent activities, his sideburns trimmed much longer than necessary, the smooth skin of his face in between, the leashed power in his chest and arms, so careful even when seeming so wanton. He could feel the muscles of Logan's abdomen and thighs flexing in time with his well-aimed thrusting, the soft fur and rippling muscles rubbing against the underside of Scott's captive dick. Very soon it would be too much for Scott to withstand. "Uuhh... ah..." he panted in warm puffs. "Logan. Ah-Logan."

Logan kissed him again, his velvet-slick tongue sliding into Scott's open mouth, swallowing a guttural moan from him.

Scott's arms tightened near Logan's ribs, his fingers gripped Logan's back, nails breaking the surface of the skin there, and his calves resting against Logan's shoulders jerked, as Scott's ass milked Logan's cock with an iron grip. Scott gasped one last great breath, screaming it out into Logan's persistent mouth, ejaculating between their stomachs. Logan thrust fast twice more before the world stopped turning and he too was caught up, coming inside Scott's welcoming body.

Long seconds passed before either of them was conscious of their surroundings again. Logan's head found itself resting near Scott's left shoulder, Scott's heartbeat resounding beneath his ear in time with his own and just beginning to slow toward its normal rate. He became aware that the claws on his left hand, which was gripping Scott's right shoulder, had popped out when he came, and with a soft "snikt," he retracted them, thankful his instincts were sharp enough to have unconsciously prevented the claws in the other arm from popping too; from the angle it was in, they would have caught Scott's flesh in ways Logan didn't want to think about.

Logan raised his head far enough from its resting place to assure himself Scott was alright before laying it back where it had been before.

Scott's first conscious thought was that, despite lying on a hardwood desk with a very heavy Wolverine slumped over him, he had melted into putty at some point and was too comfortable to move. His legs had lowered themselves to fall limply to either side of Logan's hips causing Logan to withdraw completely from him as he took a deep breath. "Logan?"

"Hm?" was Logan's vague reply.

*Uh-oh.* "Don't fall asleep yet," Scott said.

"K..." He was getting sleepy fast though. They'd have to move to the floor very soon. The bedroom upstairs was too far.

"I'm glad you came back." Scott ran his fingers through Logan's hair. It felt so nice that it was doing nothing to keep Logan awake. He started to drift off.

Scott poked his ribs.

"Hm?" Logan startled and groused irritably. That was a ticklish spot for him.

"Floor, now?" Scott raised his head expectantly. "Falling asleep like this is not an option."

Logan sighed heavily, but gently lifted himself off of Scott and climbed off the desk, the joints in his arms achy from the strain. He lay down on the floor where he stood, mostly behind it and pillowed his jeans under his head.

Scott meanwhile, reached for the edge of the desk near his knees and pulled himself upright, groaning as his back popped. He settled back down against Logan, head pillowed on his chest. They'd clean everything up later.

"Scott?" Logan asked in the lull that followed their rearrangement.

"Hm?" Scott replied.

"I missed you too," he told him, settling an arm around Scott's shoulder. Scott smiled and kissed the closest spot of Logan before drifting to sleep for a short nap.


The End