To Scott with Love
Logan had been missing most of the day only showing up for Cake. Just like Logan Scott thought to himself, only bothering to come round for food. Logan sat in the back of the room nibbling half heartedly on the cake his dark eyes hooked on Scott.
Scott could feel them on the back of his head as he talked to Storm and the heat sent shivers down his spine. Scott turned intending to glare back at the animalistic man but he was gone his plate in the sink, carefully placed. Logan was already halfway down the hill the mansion stood on his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
Today had been easy, mostly paper work nothing stressful so Scott went up to his room feeling calm. He fumbled with the lock for a moment and then it swung open on to a wonderful smelling room. A cool wave of essence caressed Scott face and he looked blinkingly at the dim room white rose petals lay strewn on the floor. And there, on the bed, lay Logan stretched as if he owned the place. His dark eyes on Scott again. Scott was suddenly very tense. His pants seemed too tight and his mouth seemed very dry. Scott shut the door hastily behind him and continued to gaze at Logan. A smile played across Logan's lips as he lifted himself up on his elbows.
"Happy Birthday Slim" Logan said in a husky voice. Scott came close to the bed and gazed at Logan's erection, "What'ja want Scott?"
"Honestly?" Scott breathed unbuttoning his shirt, "I want to fuck you."
Logan's smug look lessoned a bit as he processed the comment but the smirk returned and he lay back letting Scott strip himself of his pants. Scott looked up and reached for the lube brushing his lips across the wide expanse of Logan's chest. Logan shuddered and brushed his fingers across Scott's back as Scott stretched his body across Logan's own.
Scott squeezed lube on to his fingers applying it sensually to Logan's opening. One finger and then the next, rubbing ever so slowly on the tight walls. Logan arched his back moaning deep in the back of his throat. A disappointed gasp met Scott's ears as he pulled his fingers out of Logan. Scott smirked and rubbed lube up and down his hard length then lifting Logan's hips into a better position, thrust into him. Logan gasped clenching the sheets in his large hands as Scott rocked in and out of him.
Each thrust brought a wave of sensation Logan had never felt before and he was starting to think with what was left of his hazy mind that this was much less a gift to Scott and much more a gift to himself.
Scott wrapped a hand around Logan's length and began to pump in time with his thrusts and Logan came with a throaty moan almost a growl. Scott came soon after with a final violent thrust into Logan. The two men lay breathless in the other's arms until Logan Brushed his lips across Scott's jaw, "Happy Birthday Slim."
Scott Smiled into Logan's cheek, "you said that already."
"I meant it." Logan said groggily.
This was a one shot I was working on but it inspired the next chapter of Skies of Blue witch should be up in a few days.