I never considered myself a masochist. Pain was not my idea of pleasure. There was no such thing as sweet torture in my book. Funny that I was friends, really good friends, with a guy who really got off on pain and violence. Truth be told, Logan's preferences concerning the opposite sex was something I never really thought about in all our years as friends. I loved him absolutely. But, after my puppy love crush faded, I realized he was someone that I loved without constantly thinking about whether or not he'd ever get in my pants, or what it might be like if he ever did. Jubilee went and shot that all to hell in a single afternoon. She's such a good friend.....
We were the group of friends who spent way too much time together. If one of us was seen, the others weren't far behind. Me, Jubilee, Kitty, Bobby, Pete, and John. We were the mutant equivalent of "Friends". We were all in our mid-twenties, teachers at Xavier's, part-time superheros, and we'd all made out with each other at some point. Bobby and Kitty had started dating after he and I broke up. I learned to control my skin and when things finally took a turn for the physical, we realized it didn't feel...right. We parted on good terms and he started dating Kitty. Two years later and they were still going strong. The rest of us were unattached, just happy playing the field and none of us really ended up in serious relationships. Besides, if I really wanted to hang out with someone outside "the circle", I had Logan. We watched violent action movies, drank beer, and went out to dinner to just catch-up. It was easy. Platonic. Then he paid a visit to me and Jubes room one day and it all got so damn complicated.
The six of us were just bullshitting, listening to music, and just killing time on a Friday afternoon. Classes were done for the day, so we were plotting the nighttime wave of attack on a new bar that was opening up in town.
"OK! Here's the dealr12;we'll get ready and all meet up in the front foyer at around 8 or 8:30. Sound good?" Jubilee was like a full time party planner with teaching as a side job. There were nods all around. It was only 4:00. Plenty of time to eat and get ready. Just then, the radio started playing the Offspring's "I want you Bad". We all kinda looked at each other and burst into song and dance. We are such freaks.
During our impromptu show, Logan appeared at the doorway, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. Scott came up next to him and cleared his throat.
"Hey! Hate to break up the "Fame" reunion here, but we need some help!" That Scott, so funny.
We collapsed in laughter and I walked over to see what he wanted.
"What's wrong?"
Logan was the first to speak. "We had a little disagreement about this danger room program and now it needs some tweaking before we can actually run it."
"Logan made it way too dangerous. I hate to see any of you maimed in practice."
"I did not make it too dangerous, I know what they can handle."
I held up my hands to signal them both to shut up. If you let them get started, they wouldn't let up. Ever. "OK, we'll all look at it and figure out what can stay and what can go, alright? Just, sit down and we'll all go over it." Go me! Let those boys know who the boss is. Jubilee apparently thought the same thing and chose that moment to open her big mouth.
"You tell 'em Rogue. All you need is some skimpy leather and a whip and you'd make one hot dominatrix. Tellin' boys what to do. Maybe I'll get you some handcuffs for your birthday." Everyone laughed. Even Scott. Hard. Except Logan. He looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time. That's the thing about talking about sex. Once you do, everyone pictures you naked. Or, in this case, handcuffed to a bed naked. Sad part was, I looked at Logan and pictured myself naked, handcuffed, and on his bed. Dammit.
I shook the thought out of my head and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Next thing I knew it was 6:00, and the program was finally done. Scott had been right, some of the stuff Logan thought we could "handle" may have resulted in some handicapped superheroes. We all bolted for the dining hall and ate dinner quickly so we could get ready for the new bar opening. I, of course, was the first to be done. I'm a pretty low maintenance girl. I threw on a dark pair of jeans that fit like a glove and a green and white patterned tube top that tied to one side and had material trailing down my thigh. Dark green wedges completed the look. I was waiting for everyone else to show when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see Logan making his way towards me, eyes looking me up and down. Logan, bed, naked, handcuffs, flashed through my mind. Oh hell.
"Hey! What's going on!" Was my voice always so high and strained sounding? Damn Jubilee and her little comments. Now all she could think about was Logan, in a very dirty way.
"Just thought I'd tag along tonight. I could use a night away."
Logan was always asked, but NEVER came out with us. His idea of a good bar and ours were worlds apart. We liked to sing, dance and act dumber than we ever would in the school setting. He liked quiet music on the jukebox, a bar stool and an attentive bartender who kept them coming without making a big deal of the amount of liquor the man could consume.
"Really? Well, that's great, Logan. You haven't been out with all of us since I turned 21. I don't remember much, but I think I had a lot of fun." He laughed easily and shook his head.
"You did have fun. And even survived to not remember it." I couldn't help but laugh. I was about to say something when noise from the stairs distracted me. Everyone began to trickle down the stairs and my boys made appreciative sounds about my outfit.
"Whoo! Rogue, you look good tonight! We're gonna be fightin' off the drunks with a stick!" John always teased me about dressing way to conservatively. A tube top was a big change of pace. Beside me, I could feel Logan's eyes burning my skin. I glanced over and saw his nod of agreement.
"She could wear a paper bag and still look hot with those curves, lucky bitch." Jubes, what a sweetie.
"Alright, enough fashion talk, let's get going." I rolled my eyes and reached for the door. Logan reached at the same time and , suddenly, our skin made contact and sparked. It felt like a thousand volts had just ran through me. Logan looked a little shaken himself. This was bad. Again, Logan, naked, bed images invaded my dirty mind. No handcuffs this time. Full participation was required in this fantasy. Well, definitely no more touching tonight. Like I said, I am not a masochist. We both said "Sorry" at the same time and he yanked the door open and motioned for me to go. "Thanks" I said softly. And we were off.
The guys took one car and the girls another, and before I knew it, we were standing in front of a large, three-story high sports bar. "Overtime" it was called. We pushed our way through the crowd and landed a large table for the seven of us. Wouldn't you know it, Logan slipped into the seat next to me. I was hyper aware of him beside me and as we ordered our drinks, I couldn't help but wonder, could he tell what I was thinking? He kept giving me these "looks".
The night progressed, and we drank, laughed and danced. At least the girls danced. The boys took Logan being there as a good excuse to stay put and keep him company. Logan was not a guy who would dance to "Get Low". He just kept watching me with an amused look on his face. I would've gave anything to have the guts to flick on my skin switch and just see what he was thinking. But, that wouldn't be right. I kept telling myself that over, and over, and over again.
As the night drew to a close, last call was announced and we all had a round of tequila, our ritual last drink. When I licked my wrist, I caught Logan's eyes watching me and about had a heart attack. Was that lust? Looked like it to me. I quickly downed my shot and turned to Jubes, who was hanging off her chair. Way too much to drink on her part. John came around and help me gather up our drunken friend. We all got in our respective cars and made our way back to the mansion.
We pulled into the garage and said our goodbyes at around 3 am. Logan's eyes locked on mine.
"Need help getting her up to bed? She looks kinda....incapacitated."
I thought for a minute. She was really heavy and wobbly. The stairs might be tricky all on my own. "Sure. Thanks. I'd hate to drop her drunk ass on the stairs. Even though she kinda deserves it for drinking so damn much." He nodded and grabbed her other side and we made our way to our room. When we got there, Logan and I deposited her into bed and I pulled off her shoes. When I stood up straight, he was directly behind me and I breathed deep when my back made contact with his chest. His mouth was right by my ear and I could feel the warmth of his breath. I knew what he was going to do, and I cursed myself for wanting him to do it. Finally, I felt his warm lips on my neck.
I could've put a stop to what was happening. One word, one look, and he would've backed off. I didn't do anything. As a matter of fact, I tilted my head to give him more access to my neck and let him explore the area at his leisure. When he moved back up to my ear and nipped at the lobe gently, I lost my composure. I moaned, and moved my hand up to cradle his head. His hands began to explore the lines of my body. When I felt a thumb flick at my hardened nipple, I shivered at the sensation. I wanted more. A lot more. And I wanted it now. Just then I spun on my heels and crushed my lips against his. Wow, this man could kiss. His tongue slipped through my lips and began to explore my mouth in a way I've never experienced. We were possessed. Moaning softly, our hands roaming anywhere we could reach, our bodies rubbing together. I couldn't get close enough to him. Just then, he pulled back, his breathing heavy.
"Waitr12;just wait. How much did you drink tonight? Are you drunk?" That threw me. Was I drunk? Feeling good, for sure. But the room wasn't spinning and there was only one of him in front of me.
"I'm drunk enough to think this is a really, really good idea. But I'm not near drunk enough you should worry you're taking advantage." Good answer, girl. Logan looked at me for a second, then stepped closer.
"Well, I think that's just the right amount of drunk...don't you?"
"Oh, yeah. I agree." Our lips collided again and I started pulling on his shirt when he stopped me and whispered in my ear-"My bed. I want you in my bed." Oh, what a sexy voice. He pulled me towards the door. His room was only two doors down and we were there in seconds. He pushed me through the doorway, spinning me around and closing the door as he pressed my body against it. We fumbled with buttons, zippers, and suddenly we were in nothing but our underwear, still against the door. Just then, he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He laid me on the bed and I felt his weight on top of me. I didn't know I could even make the sounds coming from my mouth. I wanted him so much, Magneto could've come knocking and I would have ignored him. I became aware of his hands roaming lower and lower until he delved a hand under my panties and straight inside me. "OH! Logan!" It felt so damn good, I almost came immediately. Then I realized that's what he wanted.
"Come for me, Marie. I wanna see it, hear it. Come for me." His fingers circled and stroked me until my hips were rotating against his hand. His mouth was sucking and licking a nipple, and his sexy words sent me over the edge. My body shuddered with a powerful release, and I screamed his name as I came.
In my post-orgasmic haze, I became aware that he was slowly pulling down my panties and throwing them to the floor. His boxers followed. He was all naked, and pressing against my still shaking body.
"You still sure? Do you really want me inside you?" I couldn't talk. I shook my head, and wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. I felt him pressing against me and all I wanted was all of him inside me, and right now.
"Just relax, I'll give you what you want." His voice was so hushed and just arousing. He pressed into me pushed himself deeper and deeper inside me. I bit my lipand whimpered quietly. OK, ow, ow, ow. It hurt a little more than I thought it would. He froze and looked down at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm hurting you, aren't I?"
"No! Please, don't stop....I'm alright!"
"I wasn't planning on stopping, baby. I'll just go a little slower."
He pushed in and out of me at a pace I could only describe as torture. The longer he did it, the better it felt, until my hips were rising off the bed and I encouraged him to go harder, deeper, faster. He started whispering in my ear and biting my shoulder. Telling me how good I felt, how he wanted me to come with him.
"I want you to come around me, come while I'm inside your body." He reached a hand between us and rubbed my clit. It took seconds until we were both coming hard and screaming out our simultaneous release.
We were still shuddering with aftershocks when he spoke.
"You alright?"
Was I alright? Hell, yeah. I felt so damn good I decided that I may just forgo ever leaving this bed, ever. Instead, I said "Yeah, I'm perfect. Great." He nodded. And pulled out of my body, laying to my side and pulling me across his chest. He kissed my forehead and said "Get some sleep, kid. We'll talk in the morning."
"OK. Sure." Sleep was already over taking me and I was drifting into the darkness quickly.
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Story Notes:
My husband is working away, I have way too much time on my hands, and I saw X-Men origins. Hugh Jackman fuels a smut-filled fire in my head. I'm not sure where to go with this, but I hope to bang out another chapter tomorrow.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Just the beginning. I'd like to actually make this several chapters long. Suggestions welcome....
Chapter End Notes:
If you have any suggestions or request about where this should go next, let me know, I'm really not sure.