Wicked Game
by
Eiluned
Author's Site: http://www.phoenixfyre.net/Eiluned
Archive: Yes to anyone I've already said yes to. Everyone else, please ask first. :)
Disclaimer: They belong to Marvel, but they like what I do with them a lot more. The lyrics and title are copyright to Chris Isaak.
Warnings: Hee hee. Explicit sex. What else did you expect?
Notes: *Not a part of In Repair.* This came about while having a conversation with Alex and listening to 'Heart Shaped World'. Actually, it started out as this: "Ultimate Wolvie's sprawled on my couch in a pair of jeans with no shirt, giving me this smoldering look. God, I love what Chris Isaak does to that man." Chris Isaak does things to me, too. ::grin:: He makes me write semi-songfic. ::shudder:: ;) Thanks to Alex for the quickie beta read. Devil Doll, I hope this will make you feel better. Consider it payment for those loverly fics you sent me this weekend.
Logan's sprawled on my couch in a pair of jeans with no shirt, giving me this smoldering look. Smoldering... hell. I think my panties are about to burst into flames. God, I love what Chris Isaak does to that man.
Everyone tells me I've got weird taste in music. I just reply that I'm eclectic. What else would you call someone whose CD collection is comprised of everything from The Eagles to Enya, Linkin Park to Leftfield, Counting Crows to Chris Isaak? Chris Isaak is playing now. 'Heart Shaped World', one of my very favorite CDs. It really surprises me that Logan likes it. He usually listens to really hard alternative rock. It has to have something to do with repressed anger. Loud, hard stuff, like Deftones and Type O Negative. It was more than a little surprising when he tossed himself onto the couch and started humming along.
Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Nope, having him half naked in my room with this sexy music playing isn't anything close to a problem.
'The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.'
He's watching me like I'm his prey, those deep brown eyes narrowed slightly. He draws in a deep breath, and I can't help staring at his chest, watching the big muscles rise and fall. He clasps his hands and rests them on his stomach, and I can't help staring at that, too. I don't think I've ever seen a man with as gorgeous a body as him. My eyes trail over that washboard stomach and lower, over his hands and down to the faded material of his jeans.
Don't drool, Jean. That definitely won't look very civilized.
'I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart) '
Oh, sing it, Chris. Logan's hands drift apart and down to rest on his thighs, framing his crotch and the rather obvious bulge starting to form there.
Tease.
I shift a little in my chair, trying to get a little friction where I want it. He notices, of course, and a sharp little grin plays across his lips. Lips that I'd really like to sink my teeth into right about now. Fuck civilized.
'What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.'
He presses his fingers into his thighs, like he's massaging out some ache in the muscles. I feel my mouth fall open, but I can't be bothered to close it, or even care. If he's putting on a show for me... well, I'd better give my full attention. He doesn't tease often. He'd rather just get down to it. With that healing factor of his, I don't mind.
Stretching his back, arching it really, he slides his left hand down to just above his knee and slides the right one up to cup his crotch.
I whimper. Damn, I can't believe I just whimpered, but there it went. God, I hope he's gonna do what I think he's gonna do.
'What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you and,
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you.'
His eyes never leave my face, even though mine are locked on his groin. He tugs each button on his fly loose excruciatingly slowly, deep brown eyes dark and full of mischief and desire. My hand lifts of its own volition to stroke across my bottom lip. I think that was him, thinking into my head, wanting to see it. For some reason, that turns me on incredibly.
It turns him on, too. I can feel his arousal crackling across the air between us like an electrical arc.
'The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.'
He finally pulls that last button open, and his hand dips into his jeans. I knew it, I knew it... He hardly ever wears underwear, and he's definitely not now. He just pulls his cock out of his pants and slides his big hand over it from root to tip. My breath leaves me in a shaky sigh, and my hand moves again, this time to my own lap. I can't sit here and watch this without touching myself.
That cocky little smile spreads across his lips again, and his eyes darken a bit. I have to physically stop myself from jumping up and tackling him. I want to see just how far his little tease will go.
He lifts his hips up a bit and pushes his jeans down to his knees, giving himself better access and me a better view, then starts stroking himself again. I mentally congratulate myself for never putting anything other than my panties and a t-shirt on this morning. Makes for easier access. I push the crotch of my panties aside and slide one finger into myself.
'I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no,'
His hand starts moving faster, his eyes moving down to watch me play with myself. I know that seeing me touch myself is probably the fastest way to drive him out of his mind, and it's working. I can hear the soft growl starting in his throat, the sound he makes when he's really turned on.
I pull my finger out and slide it up to my clit, rubbing a few hard circles on it, making my breath catch in my throat. He groans and strokes himself roughly, his hand spreading precum over the thick length of his erection. My mouth is actually starting to water. Good god.
We go on teasing each other like this for a moment, both of us feeling our control slipping through our fingers. I just want to straddle him and take his cock deep inside of me, want to ride him until we both scream. I force myself to stay in my chair and push three fingers into myself, rubbing my clit hard with my palm. I can't be gentle now. I just want to come, and I want to watch him come, too.
'I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
I don't want to fall in love. (This world is only gonna break your heart)
With you. With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)'
I can feel an orgasm starting to coil deep inside of me, like a spring set too tight. I throw open my mind to him, let his sensations wash over me. God, he's close, too. He's pushing himself back into the couch cushions, panting, growling, jerking himself off wildly.
Suddenly, his body stiffens, and he cries out sharply. Thick, white semen splashes onto the sharply defined muscles of his stomach, and I'm moving before I even realize it.
I yank the crotch of my underwear to the side so hard that the seam on one side rips a bit. I cover his hand with mine and tilt his spurting cock forward, then sink down into it. All it takes is a couple of hard bucks, and I'm coming too, clenching around him, fingernails digging into his biceps, back arched, screaming his name.
His fingers dig into my hips, pumping me up and down on him, and through the haze of my own orgasm, I can feel a second one grip him tightly. He howls, pushing me down and thrusting his hips up as hard as he can, pulsing deep inside of me.
'Nobody loves no one.'
I can finally think straight after a few minutes of moaning incoherently. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, pressing his face against my neck. "Good Christ," he mutters, twitching a bit and shuddering.
I play with his soft hair for a moment, wrapping a particularly long strand around my pinkie finger. I can feel the cum on his belly soaking into my t-shirt. "You know, I already took a shower today. Now I'm going to have to take another one," I say nonchalantly, rubbing my face against that silky hair.
He snorts. "Oh, poor you."
I tug on his hair, and he tilts his head back, kissing me passionately. "Logan," I murmur against his lips.
"Hmm?"
"Remind me to play Chris Isaak more often, okay?"
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