Title: Just a One-Time Thing
Author: Victoria P. [victoria_p@att.net]
Summary: Scott and Logan are stuck sharing a motel room. Wackiness ensues. PWP.
Rating: NC-17 - slash, sex
Disclaimer: All X-Men characters belong to Marvel and Fox; this piece of fan-written fiction intends no infringement on
any copyrights.
Archive: If you've already got my stuff, yes. If not, please just let me know you're taking it.
Feedback: Please? This is my first m/m story with actual sex and I'd like to know if it turned out all right...
Notes: Thanks Dot, Meg, Jen, and Pete. This is especially for Meg who asked, and Jen, who badgered. Blame it all on
Marsden's mouth. Dear god, I hope the actors NEVER read this.

Just a One-Time Thing

The mission hadn't gone exactly as planned. In fact, it had been an almost unmitigated disaster. The only thing that made it bearable was their ultimate success.

Still, Scott didn't get to be the leader of the X-Men because he was popular. He sat in the motel room he and Logan were sharing, and played the afternoon's events over and over in his mind, figuring out just what went wrong and why. Absently, he took another long pull off the bottle of bourbon he was holding. He grimaced at the taste.

"Ah, ya little pansy," Logan growled from the other bed. "Would you rather have some pussy drink with a pretty umbrella in it?" He wasn't too thrilled about holing up in a motel room with the One-Eyed Wonder, waiting for Ororo to come get them in the morning.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Scott responded, sick and tired of Logan's bragging. "You killed a bear with your bare hands when you were three. You shit bigger than me. I've heard it all, Wolverine. Find a new tune or shut the fuck up."

Logan put his hands behind his head, supremely confident, and smirked. "Make me."

Scott stood unsteadily, walked over to the bed where Logan lay, and kissed him.

Later on, when he thought about it -- and he probably thought about it way more than was healthy -- he would swear it was the liquor. The bottle of Wild Turkey he'd consumed on an empty stomach was to blame. Not any secret feelings or anything.

He probably should have gotten a chestful of adamantium. Instead, after the initial shock, Logan's mouth opened under his and his tongue came out to lick at Scott's lips. One large hand slipped into Scott's hair, careful not to dislodge the visor, while the other wrapped around his ass and pulled him down onto the bed.

A low growl rumbled up from Logan's belly, and Scott was close enough to the other man's chest to feel it. It sent surprising shock waves of desire throughout his body, centering in his pelvis. He pulled back slightly and caught Logan's eyes. Eye that were dark with desire. Scott knew that look -- he'd seen Logan direct it at Jean often enough, but he'd never thought to be on the receiving end of it.

"That's it? That's all you got, One-Eye?"

Scott moved one of his legs between Logan's and pressed down on the other man's groin. He could feel Logan's erection through the leather of his own suit, and knew he wasn't the only one who wouldn't be satisfied with a few kisses.

Logan growled again and pulled Scott closer for another kiss, this one deeper and less tentative than before. His hands, meanwhile, roamed Scott's muscular body, searching for the zipper that would allow him to peel the younger man's leather suit off.

Scott's hands did a little exploring of their own. Logan was already naked under the blankets, and he reveled in the feel of the hard, well-formed flesh, so different from a woman's, under the pads of his fingers.

Then Logan had the leather suit unzipped and was sliding it off Scott's shoulders so he could nip and lick his way down the younger man's chest. He paused to lave Scott's nipples, first the left, then the right, as Scott tried to drag his face back up for another kiss.

They rolled and Logan was stripping the leather off Scott's legs. The two men stared at each other's naked bodies for a moment, the atmosphere heavy with a tension so different from the casual nudity of the locker room. Then Logan was on Scott again, his mouth leaving a hot trail of sparks along the younger man's neck and chest while his hand gripped Scott's cock and stroked it firmly.

"Logan," Scott gasped, trying to get his own hands around Logan's hard length.

"You first," Logan said hoarsely as his lips dragged over Scott's hipbones and then sucked at the head of his cock. He cupped Scott's balls and used his tongue make the younger man whimper.

Scott didn't want it to ever stop. He lifted his hips off the bed and Logan took the opportunity to slip a finger and then two into the cleft in Scott's ass. Scott gasped and thrust harder into Logan's mouth. Logan deep-throated him and Scott couldn't hold out. The world exploded behind his eyes and he came with a force that astounded him.

When he was done, he opened his eyes to see Logan grinning ferally. His hands ran up Scott's legs, then he lifted them and positioned the head of his dick at the entrance to Scott's ass. "I'm clean," he rumbled in response to Scott's question about condoms. "Healing factor, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," Scott responded hazily, still unable to believe this was actually happening.

Logan slid a hand along his own cock and used the pre-ejaculate to lubricate Scott's passage. Then he slowly slid in, allowing Scott time to adjust, and whispered, "Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you." Scott whimpered again, but not from pain.

And then Logan was all the way in. Scott couldn't believe how good it felt when Logan began rocking his hips slowly.

"Harder," Scott ordered, through clenched teeth. It was almost his Fearless Leader voice.

Logan growled and leaned down to shut him up with a kiss, his tongue sliding into the heat of Scott's mouth and memorizing the taste. Scott did some growling of his own as Logan's hand stroked his cock while he banged his own into Scott's ass.

And then he was coming again. This time the orgasm started at the base of his spine and radiated out and up through his body. He cried out something that may have been "Logan" or maybe "God," and at that point, they were one and the same to him. He felt Logan shudder and come inside him, and then the bigger man was lying next to him on the bed, cradling Scott to his amazingly muscular chest.

"You're a good ride, Summers," Logan grunted.

"Don't get too used to it," Scott responded. "It's just a one-time thing. And it shut you up, didn't it?"

Logan looked smug and disbelieving, but Scott was too tired to care.

They fell asleep wrapped around each other, and Logan woke him the next morning with another incredible fuck.

When Ororo arrived, they were both showered and dressed, and bickering like always, but she noticed that there seemed to be less tension between them. Professor Xavier had said they just needed time to bond, and the weather goddess supposed they'd gotten it.

End