X-Men

Distraction, Please!

Logan walked into the kitchen. Inside he found Bobby sitting at the table and eating ice cream from a large carton.

“Doesn't anybody sleep around here?”

Bobby watched him as he walked over to the refrigerator.

“Apparently not,” was his simple reply.

Logan opened the fridge, searching for something inside.

“You got any beer?”

“This is a school!”

“So that a no?”

“Yeah, that’s a no!”

After another look inside, Logan closed the door with a bang.

“You got anything else than chocolate milk?”

Bobby pointed to one of the cupboards at the side of the kitchen.

“There should be some soda in the small cupboard!”

The older Mutant took a ‘Dr. Pepper’ out of it before turning back to the student.

He threw the cap of the bottle onto the table and hesitated a moment feeling the warmth of the soda. Silently, he handed it to Bobby who blew an ice-cold breath onto it, cooling it instantly.

“Thanks!”

“No problem!”

“So, you and Rogue, heh?”

He sat down, watching the younger man in front of him, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not what you think, I'd like it to be, it’s just…” he blushed and played with the ice-cream.

“It’s just that it is not easy when you wanna be close to someone but you can’t!”

Kind of embarrassed, he looked down on his melting ice cream.

“You know, I’ve seen how you look at Dr. Grey!”

Logan took a deep breath.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve been watching you, the way you look at her. So full of passion and desire. It’s the same when I watch Rogue. How can you control it?”

Bobby kept on playing with his spoon, never really looking up from it.

“What do you mean?”

“The passion. Like the hard-on's you have when she leaves you. The desire to just kiss and touch and well, fuck her when you can’t!”

Logan didn’t say a word. The boy had hit right on top of his weak spot. His thoughts drifted back to the many times he’d spent taking cold showers, leaving the room in order to hide his growing erection. Even now he found that just the thought of Jean, made his trousers painfully tight again.

His breathing came in harsh, little pants he couldn’t control or hide.

Bobby finally looked up from the box of ice cream. He saw the little gleaming drops of sweat appear on Logan’s forehead, his closed eyes.

“Exactly!”

He was almost frightened when Logan suddenly opened his eyes, staring at him with a weird _expression, he’d never seen on him before.

“I always try to distract myself whenever I get into this situation," he said, while staring at him with… desire?

“Does it work?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“What I choose as a distraction!”

Bobby started to sweat now.

“And what would you choose right now?”

His voice was a mere whisper, low and seductive. He began to wonder about the thoughts running through his head.

Logan pushed the melted ice cream away and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him over the table.

“You!”

His lips took his in a bruising and demanding kiss, leaving him breathless after they finally broke apart.

Bobby’s hands began to shake when Logan stood up, coming around to step behind him. Big, strong hands took his shoulders and squeezed tightly before Logan moved them down his torso. He pulled him close against his muscular chest; his hands wandered under Bobby’s shirt, making his skin tingle in anticipation.

“You like that?”

His voice was a soft purr, more feline in tone than wolfish. His touch was gentle, roaming over his body.

“Yes!”

Bobby couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Well, that was kind of wrong! He could but right now he did not have the breath to speak it out loud.

He didn’t want him to be so damn careful, but to treat him like a man. He wanted Logan to see him not as the boy he was but as an adult.

Instead of saying this to Logan, he decided to show him what he wanted. His hands moved behind his back and took the firm flesh of his butt into his hands, moving their bodies even closer together.

He was bold enough to let his right hand slide to the front, stroking the growing bulge in his pants.

He heard Logan’s light chuckle and knew that he'd gotten the point.

“You want more, kiddo? Sure, you can take it?”

He took Bobby’s chin in one of his large hands, pulling his face up until he could look into his eyes. The emotion he read in them clearly said Yes!

He grinned down at his ‘Prey’!

His right hand came up and his claws appeared with a small 'snikt' sound. The grin spread even more when Bobby held his breath.

“Don’t move!”

Carefully he cut his shirt open, exposing his naked chest. It was smooth and hairless but well built and far from child-like in appearance.

Bobby’s chin was still in his grip when the claws stroked his cheek, then moved down his back. A startled sound escaped his lips as Logan pushed him onto the table with his upper body, kicking the chair he'd been sitting on aside in the process. He heard it fall onto the floor but couldn’t see it.

He couldn’t lift himself on his elbows. A strong hand kept him down.

“Keep still!”

Logan said in a demanding tone of voice and he liked every word of it!

The claws slid under his boxers. He felt the metal on his bare skin before the fabric was cut from his skin. He couldn’t keep still, a little whimper escaped him. It was the reason, he didn’t hear the claws snap back into the Mutants hands.

Logan’s full weight pushed against him; his groin pressed tight against Bobby’s ass, separated by a pair of jeans. His breathing grew a little louder with the sight given to him.

His voice was a raw growl in Bobby’s ears.

“I am really distracted, you know?”

Bobby grinded his naked bottom against Logan. His voice was even more breathless, his erection hard and painful between his shaking legs.

“So am I Logan! Please!”

The last word came out as a whimper.

The sound of Logan unzipping his jeans and pushing them down filled Bobby’s ears. It was the only sound he wanted to hear right now although his body shivered not only from desire but anxiety, too.

This was more than just playing around during High School in the showers after football practice. Logan was older and surely much bigger. But he was also more desirable with his muscular and powerfully built body, the facial hair, his experience, his rough charm and even the claws.

His steel-hard rod pushed against his bare behind, almost making him jump from fright and passion.

The experience he had and which made him highly attractive, let him feel Bobby’s nervousness now.

He rubbed his manhood lightly over his butt while kissing him softly on his neck and shoulders. Where his lips left a tingling sensation, his fingertips increased the feeling even more. Bobby calmed slowly with every second.

Logan moved lower to the small of his back and then down to his firm butt-cheeks, never stopping with his game. His tongue trailed a wet path over each side before he pulled his round flesh apart, licking the sensitive opening, rimming it slightly.

Small moans escaped Bobby and he had to press his heated face on the cool surface of the table. He pushed back a little, to show Logan how much he desired his touch.

Another whimper rushed out of him as a finger pushed against and then into his body. He wiggled around uncomfortably as Logan moved around until he found that sweet spot deep inside, sending fire through his veins. He hardly felt the second finger invading him or his own hard cock, pressed tight against the side of the table. The only thing he was aware of was the incredible feeling of being stretched and filled.

He cried out in protest and surprise when the fingers left him empty and fully aroused.

Another kiss was placed on his shoulder and the hand on his back still held him down as hot, velvet steel moved inside him and replaced the empty feeling with a painful fullness with every inch gained.

Bobby barely noticed he was holding his breath until, after Logan was fully sheathed inside, a rush of air escaped him, sounding suspiciously close to a sob.

“Relax!”

He gave him time to adjust to his size before he set up a slow but steady rhythm. A change of angle made him hit that special spot and Bobby’s desire was set afire again. He pushed back, unconsciously and strong. It made Logan laugh out loud, even if a little breathless.

“What do want to tell me sweet-cheeks? That you’re not as fragile as I thought?”

Bobby pulled him closer and made Logan push hard inside again.

“Shut up and fuck me, will ya!”

Logan growled before he bent down, biting hard into Bobby’s shoulder. At the same time, he started to fuck him hard. His hand took the Iceman's leaking erection and jerked him off, hard and fast.

The pain, the deep strokes and the steady rhythm of the hand on his cock and the dick inside his ass fucking him, brought him over the edge.

He screamed Logan’s name, spilling his hot seed all over his hand and the side of the table.

The spasming of muscles, tight and hot around him pulled the older man over and brought about the relief, Bobby’d already found.

Logan swallowed the scream, almost choking from it. Instead, he pushed one last time with all his might into Bobby, bruising his hips with his fingers when he held on too tight.

His hot, sweaty body collapsed on top of the younger man, causing him to squirm in discomfort on the hard table. But Logan was too heavy to be pushed away so the young student had to stay where he was. He closed his eyes with a small sigh.

After what seemed like an eternity, Logan got up, pulling Bobby with him. He turned him around and pulled him close in an embrace.

A soft kiss was placed on Bobby’s lips. He then felt himself being pushed back until Logan could look into his eyes.

His lip curled a bit on one side, his eyes sparkled with fire.

“If you ever need distraction again, you’re free to ask, little one!”

For a moment, Bobby just stared at him. Little one?

He grinned, sated and courting danger, he took Logan’s softened erection into his hand, stroking it lightly while his lips found his mouth for another kiss.

Logan’s response was sweet. He opened his mouth to give entrance to Bobby’s tongue. After a bit of exploring, the younger man moved out, only to bite hard in the lips kissing him.

At the same time Logan’s soft member seemed to freeze. He screamed from the pain in his lip and the cold between his legs.

Gasping for air he forced them apart, pushing Bobby roughly against the table. He couldn’t help himself from grabbing his cock and rubbing it with his warm hands.

“What the hell was that?”

Bobby laughed softly.

“Just a reminder. Don’t ever call me ‘Little One’ again!”

Logan nodded his head, still holding his crotch.

“I won’t, believe me! Never again!”

And their laughter filled the kitchen…

The End

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