Title: The Danger Shower

Author: Askani'daughter / Eruntalince (newloverboys@yahoo.com)

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Rating: NC-17 (language, graphic sexual descriptions)

Pairing/main characters: Wolverine/Cyclops

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Slash. Movieverse. Scott's POV. Scott gets a surprise in the shower...

Disclaimer: I don't own them (damn) and I'm not making any money on this (double damn). Please don't sue me, I have no money.

Date: Oct 2001

Archive/distribution: Those of you nice enough to ask for my other stories may use this one as well, if you're so inclined. Everyone else, if you want it feel free but please let me know.

Notes: Thanks to Victoria for the plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone. Also, as always, to my best bud. Thanks for everything Chris.

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The Danger Shower

By Askani'daughter

 

Coming out of the Danger Room I feel damn good about my performance. I really think I scored a few points of respect with Logan too. I know he was watching, I don't know how I know but I do.
Trying to keep the smug grin on my lips from becoming too noticeable, I stretch my arms and roll my neck to loosen bunched muscles. I love the way I feel after a good workout, the slight crick in my muscles to let me know they worked hard for me. My whole body just seems to hum and I love the feeling. It's almost as good as sex. ALMOST!
As I continue to stretch out any kinks, I consider the one thing I don't enjoy about a hard exercise program and that's how it makes me smell. What can I say, I sweat a lot, I always have. But then again I don't have any aversion at all to a long hot shower.
Without regard to my silent observer concealed in the shadows I turn on my heel and leave the room. It's a short walk down the gray metal corridor to the locker room and I cover the distance in smooth, long strides. Walking with power and dignity, that's what Professor Xavier had called it all those years ago.
The locker room is empty, as I knew it would be. At this time of night I'm sure that Logan and I are the only ones even up and he's still back in the Danger Room. Hopefully busy picking his jaw up off the floor.
Smiling at that image I remove my shoes, and unlike most people, I actually take the time to untie them first rather than just kick them off. Hey, I'm supposed to be anal right? I figure I might as well go all the way. Setting my shoes aside and husking my socks, I peel off my sweat soaked T-shirt and shorts, wrapping all the soiled clothes in my shirt so they're all together and I don't have to handle them much once I'm clean again.
The last step, as always, I trade my glasses for my shower goggles. Now you would think having just come from the Danger Room that I'd be wearing my visor but no, I like to take at least one session a week where I rely not on my mutant power but rather on my physical strength and prowess. You never know when you'll find yourself in a situation where using your gift is more dangerous than not.
Satisfied that the goggles are in place I finally open my eyes and turn away from my locker to head for the showers. I pick my usual place, in the far corner, and turn the water on hot. Sighing at the wonderful feel of heat radiating through my body, I drop my head forward and close my eyes as the water pounds down on my shoulders and back.
As soon as my eyes close a familiar image plays in my head and I let it because there is no way to stop it. It's always there, lurking, waiting for the next opportunity to reassert itself. I can't stop my tongue from licking across my lips as I allow my mental eyes to take a good hard look at the incredible view of a hard body.
I'm fully aware of the fact that my own body is already starting to respond with arousal. I can feel an unidentified heat spreading through my belly as my groin begins to tighten. God that beautiful sight gets me every time, making my cock swell, throbbing as it begs for the image behind closed lids..
This is the only place I allow myself to respond to the most amazing creature I've ever laid eyes on. Alone in the locker room shower where I can jerk off in private, allowing myself a few minutes of careless abandon and pretend that I'm not alone. Pushing those feeling aside as they start to mess with my fantasy, I reach behind me for the soap dispenser with expert ease and without the need to open my eyes.
Finally lifting my head I let the water run down my face and chest as I start to lather the soap in my hands. I'm just about to start the real fun when a sound draws my attention. My eyes snap open behind their goggles, then widen in shock at the sight of the very image I've been fantasizing about.
Logan.
Naked Logan.
In that first second, I can't help but let my eyes roam. I want to see just how realistic my mental picture is. I've seen his chest enough times to know I have that part down pat but the rest is just extrapolation and in the millisecond before I turn my back on him I see that the real thing is better than what I've been imaging.
Listening closely to Logan's movements, I'm careful to keep my back to him. I'm sure that he noticed my erection but he doesn't have to see it twitching due to his presence. Mainly I turn because I don't particularly want to die like this. Being stabbed to death in the shower while sporting a hard-on for someone who can't stand me isn't the way I'd like to leave this world..
Suddenly the shower has become a more hazardous arena than the Danger Room. Ah ha, a new simulation, The Danger Shower.
Working to try and calm the insistent ache of my penis, I quickly go to work with the soap on my hands. It's the only option available to me really. If I leave right now, while Logan can still smell the sweat on me, he would know what my erection meant and I would be a dead man. All I have to do is remain calm, just like any other dangerous predicament, wash off my stink then get out of here. Sounds simple enough, right?
Lathering up my chest, pits and arms as quickly as I can without making it look like I'm in a rush, I continue trying to calm my raging libido but it isn't doing much good. And of course Logan has to pick the shower fixture right next to mine instead of a preferable one on the other side of the room.. His nearness is making it all but impossible to squelch the desire I feel for him.
Once I finish with my upper body and do a fairly decent pass over my shoulders and back I suddenly begin to wonder how I'm going to wash my lower body without showing too much. I'm so caught up considering my dilemma that it takes a moment for my brain to register the fact that Logan has spoken. It's actually my cock that responds to his voice first, twitching painfully at the low, gruff sound and it's all I can do to bite back a groan.
Taking a deep breath as a stalling mechanism, I swallow then clear my throat as I glance back over my right shoulder. "What?" I ask, cleverly tapping at my ear as though there's water in it.
"I said you're not fooling me, Slim," Logan repeats with a growl. There is a fire in his eyes that I've never seen before and I suddenly know what it is to be a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding car in the middle of the night.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Logan," I reply in a completely level tone as I swivel my head back to face forward.
Despite how calm my voice sounds, my heart is thundering in my ears and I have to fight to keep from panting. I'm just beginning to think that Logan has dropped whatever line of thought he was on when it becomes crystal clear that he hasn't.
"I'm talking about you pretending I'm not here," Logan whispers hotly in my ear as he presses his hard, wet chest firmly against my back. "You don't think I can hear your heart pounding?" he asks huskily as he wraps an arm around me, pressing the palm of a strong hand to my chest right above the erratic flutter of my heart.
I hiss in a breath of surprise then almost moan as one thick finger begins to idly flick at an already painfully erect nipple.
"You don't think I can smell you?" Logan continues his questioning, lowering his voice to a near purr as his other arm curls around my hip and his fingers close on my cock.
"Oh god." I moan loudly, eyes rolling back in my head as Logan's fist gives me a couple of experimental strokes.
"You don't think I want you?" Logan asks gruffly before shifting forward so that his entire body is pressed along my back.
Still enthralled with the attention he's giving my dick, it's a moment before I realize that I'm not the only one aroused. Logan's erection is jetting out in front of him, poking me right in the ass. I'm silent and still for a long moment as I work through what's happening and it's a hot, rough tongue sliding from my shoulder up to my ear and back that finally prompts me to action. Moaning low in my throat I press my hips backwards and am rewarded with a rumbling growl in my ear, which vibrates through my back and migrates straight to my cock.
"I wanna fuck you, Scott," the feral Canadian says roughly and I actually trembled in response. "Like that idea, do ya?" Logan chuckles as he pulls back from the line of wet kisses he's drawing along my neck.
I nod, not trusting myself to actually speak without embarrassing myself by revealing the desperate need I feel.
"Say it, Scott," Logan insists softly. "Tell me you want me to fuck you or I won't. I ain't gonna regret this and I don't want you to either."
"Oh god, Logan, please."
"Please what, Slim?"
"Fuck me, Logan," I all but shout before I start to beg. "Please, Logan . please fuck me?"
"With pleasure, Scott," he purrs gruffly.
I actually whimper in protest when Logan's hand abandons by nipples but the movement of his tongue on my neck quickly appeases me. Then his whole body shifts, though he doesn't stop the slow fingering of my cock for which I am eternally grateful. Looking back over my shoulder again, I watch as Logan dispenses a sizeable portion of soap onto his palm then promptly uses it to slick his own erection. I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of the hard, weeping organ -- it truly is a thing of beauty. A moment later Logan's hand disappears but rather than follow its movement, I keep my gaze locked on his straining cock. I'm so focused on it in fact that I am completely taken by surprise when a slick finger dips into the cleft of my ass and begins teasing the puckered skin around my anus.
"Easy, Slim," Logan says with a throaty laugh as he continues his work, fondling my dick and balls with one hand and my ass with the other.
I'm about to demand that he quit his playing when I feel the invasion. I stiffen reflexively as Logan's finger breaches the tight ring of muscle. It's clear the man knows what he's doing since once the digit is inserted he ceases all movement -- of both hands. The only thing I'm aware of aside from the pressure of Logan's finger filling me is his breath, hot against my neck.
"You ok?" he asks me after another moment and I slowly manage to nod.
Taking me at my word, Logan ever so slowly withdraws his finger until just the tip remains embedded in the tight opening then presses forward again, this time a little faster. I moan in pleasure at the sensation and accepting that as a cue, Logan starts a steady in and out rhythm. He continues that until I start to push back against his hand, at which point he inserts a second finger and stretches me open even further.
"Oh yeah!" I shout sharply as he maintains the rhythm without slowing. "God, that feels good."
"Glad to hear it, Scott," he returns in a low growl, lips tight against my ear. "And the name's Logan."
Even as he speaks, he changes the movement of his fingers. Jamming them forward together in a quick stroke, then pulling them back at a slower pace as he scissors them wide. Logan continues that for another moment until once again I become used to the sensation and begin to rock my hips in counterpoint with his fingers. Of course at that point he wraps his free hand around my cock again and starts pumping in time with the thrusts. Quite frankly I don't think I've ever been so completely turned on as I am by what he's doing right now. I'm moaning so loudly it's becoming embarrassing and just when I think the pleasure can't be topped, Logan slips another finger inside me and bends all three so they brush across my prostrate.
My entire body shudders and my legs all but give out. The only thing that keeps me from hitting the hard tiled floor is the fact that Logan has me braced against his hard, muscular frame. I'm almost completely out of my mind with pleasure at this point as I push my hips back onto his fingers then slam them forward into his hand.
"I think you're ready, Scott," Logan purrs gruffly. "What do you think?"
"Logan, please. Yes, god, yes. I'm ready, please," I beg frantically.
Quickly Logan withdraws his hands then turns me until I'm facing the wall, the hot water pounding into my face the same way I want him pounding into my ass. Bracing my arms against the wet tile in front of me, I stuck my ass out a little and plant my feet in a wide stance. Immediately I feel Logan behind me, the hot, thick head of his cock pressing lightly against my stretched hole.
"Yes, Logan, give it to me," I tell him in the best command voice I can muster at the moment. Thankfully it's enough as he pushes forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in my tight ass. The action brings nothing but pleasure and I groan in time with Logan.
"Oh fuck, you're so big and hard, Logan," I praise him. That's not how I usually talk but it is true and I figure he likes a little dirty talk during sex, something his next words quickly prove.
"Damn, Scott, you really are a tight ass, darlin'. So tight," Logan hisses in pleasure, "so fucking hot. I'm gonna fuck you good, darlin'. fuck you real good."
With that he pulls back then slams forward again hard. I've only been with one other man and he wasn't the type for a hard, fast fuck but damn it feels good. It feels better than I've ever imagined.
"You like that, Slim?" Logan asks as he repeats the action, grunting loudly in my ear as his hips pound against my ass. "How do you want me to fuck you, Summers?"
"YES!" I scream back at him. "Oh fuck, Logan. Hard. harder."
He gives me just exactly what I want. Logan immediately gets into a hard rhythm, slamming against me, the slap of flesh resounding in the room even over the noise of the shower. Strong arms go around me, one hand teasing at my nipples while the other grabs my throbbing cock, fisting me in time with his thrusts.
Logan and I grunt together each time he enters me and I push back against him. It really is my first experience with what I call hot and wild sex. I don't have casual affairs or one night stands and I don't fuck people just because I want to -- until now. Maybe it's so easy to just let go and enjoy it now because I know it doesn't mean anything. Or at least I assume it doesn't.
About the time I think I have it figured out, Logan shifts his position a little, changing the angle at which he impales me. The first brush of his cock against my prostrate forces any, and all, intelligent thoughts from my mind and I cry out his name in a shameless whimper. I know I can't hold out much longer and I don't even try. After another couple of thrusts I come hard, shouting Logan's name as I ejaculate all over the wall. He continues to stroke my cock until it's completely spent, then both of his hands move to close on my hips in a firm grip as he rams his rigid dick into me with even more force.
Once I get some semblance of my senses back, I resume meeting his thrusts and start clenching my muscles around him each time he pulls back. The sounds of Logan's grunting and the slap of his balls against my ass fill my ears until I finally feel him stiffen behind me. I'm surprised he actually shouts my name as he shoots his load deep inside of me, the heat spreading through my body and settling in my groin.
Logan collapses forward onto me and I in turn shift to rest against the wall. We're both panting heavily and neither of us says a word as we stand there, propped up and still joined as we each work to calm our breathing and heart rate. It seems like a long time that we lean together against the wall but it's probably only a matter of seconds before Logan pulls out of me. He doesn't go far though just backs up enough to give me room to breathe.
Out of the corners of my goggles I see him plant his hands on either side of my shoulders. Clearly he isn't leaving just yet and his continued closeness doesn't help much in my quest to get back under control or curb my renewed arousal. Pressing a cheek to the cool tile I hope that if I wait long enough Logan will just leave. It doesn't take but a moment to realize that isn't going to happen.
"Scott," the feral man calls in a remarkably gentle tone, "turn around."
Knowing that he isn't going to go away, I take a deep breath then do as he asks. My eyes give him a surreptitious once over before locking on his gaze.. I'm happy to notice that I'm not the only one with another erection.
"Thank you," Logan says softly before leaning in to brush his lips against mine. It's barely even what I would consider a kiss and I want more but he's already pulling back. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he tells me before turning away.
I watch silently as Logan turns off his shower and walks away. Just before he's out of sight I finally manage to speak. "So have I," I whisper quietly but I know he hears me even if he doesn't stop.
I don't waste any time in finishing with my washing but Logan is still gone when I step out of the shower. Then again I expected as much.

 

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