Continuing Education: Weekend Seminar
Chapter 3
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The movie belongs to Fox. The X-Men belong to Marvel. Commodore Perry belongs to history. Oliver, Yasuko, Yukio and a bunch of other characters in Westchester, Saskatchewan, Belarus and elsewhere are the products of my fevered imagination. Well, by this point, so are Scott and Logan, to some extent. I hope their basic characters are still evident but they have grown and changed somewhat with all I've put them through. I think Bryan Singer could still recognize them, but he might wonder what the hell they're doing.
It was Friday afternoon and I was done with my last class. I was in the Danger Room, powering down the simulators, putting everything away. I smiled when I heard Scott's footsteps approaching. I was thinking about how I'd barely seen him all week and about him having more time for me on the weekends, usually. But then he came in and I stopped smiling. He was dressed for traveling. Going north, I guess. Maybe to Saskatchewan, to the outpost up there. His parka on but unzipped, overnight bag slung over his shoulder, keys to the Blackbird in hand.
"You going somewhere?" I asked, trying to sound like I didn't care.
"We're going somewhere," he said, smiling.
"Where?"
"I'll tell you on the way. Come on. You're done here, right?" Taking me by the hand.
"Don't I need to pack?"
"I packed for you." Patted his suitcase and handed me my jacket.
When we were in the air I asked him if we were headed for the outpost. "Right country, wrong province," he said. "We're going to Ontario. To Mac's cabin in Huntsville." I didn't say anything and I guess he got worried. "Are you okay with that, Logan? You talked once about going on vacation there, so I thought it would be alright."
"It's fine, Scott. I'm just feeling a little strange about it. It's been so long since I've been there and it's just lately I've been remembering everything that happened at the cabin. Some of the memories are a little hard to take ñ particularly that first time I was there. I'm just wondering what it'll feel like to go back."
"If it doesn't feel good, we'll leave. Okay? We can get a room somewhere, still have a weekend away."
I told him I was sure it would be fine. "So is that what this is? A weekend away? Just a little vacation?"
"Mostly. It's a chance to talk about what we're going to do about Sabretooth, too. Away from the school." After a while he added, "Away from Charles."
"Why didn't you tell me where we were going before we left?"
He shrugged. "I just thought I'd surprise you." He concentrated on the jet's controls for a few minutes. Then he spoke again. "Well, maybe it wasn't just a surprise. I think I wanted to see if you'd come with me without knowing where we were going. Just wanted to see if you trusted me enough for that."
"So I passed the test?"
He chuckled a little. "I was thinking I was the one being tested. Maybe we both passed."
When we got to the cabin I stood outside the door a while, remembering when I was there first. How I'd managed to knock before I collapsed. Lying there on that doorstep, bleeding all over. Cutting myself again and again with my claws, trying to distract my brain from the signals that machine was sending, forcing me to go back. Just concentrating on staying there, not knowing how I'd stop that transmitter from telling them where I was but knowing I had to somehow. And then this guy opens the door and takes me inside. I didn't know then he was going to change my whole life.
Scott waited while I was standing there remembering and then I told him I was ready and we both went inside. He punched in the access code for the perimeter alarm and then turned to me. "Are you okay?" he said and I nodded. I hung my coat up on the rack and went over to the fireplace. I bent down and touched the flagstones, thinking for a crazy minute my blood might still be there. Shook off that idea and noticed Scott looking at me curiously. So I started building a fire, acting like that was what I'd gone over there for in the first place.
When the fire was going, I sat down in the armchair by the fireplace. Scott was standing by the door, watching me. "Come over here," I told him. He walked over and stood in front of me. "Take off your clothes."
He pulled off his sweater and then his shirt. Stopped undressing and looked away from me, running his hand through his hair, looking a little nervous. I told him to keep going. He kicked off his shoes and then finished undressing. And then just stood there for a minute, still looking nervous. "What are we going to do now?" he asked.
"I'm going to look at you. You're going to touch yourself." He didn't say anything. Standing there looking all naked and beautiful. But nervous, still, hand running through his hair, the other at his side. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know. I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious or something."
"That's not like you."
"I know."
I didn't say anything and after a minute or two of just standing there like that, he got started. Slid his hand down from his hair onto his face, slipping two fingers in his mouth while the other hand moved up his leg and over to his balls, stroking slowly.
He kept sucking on his fingers, moving them slowly in and out of his mouth, the other hand still playing with his balls. I watched his cock growing and lifting and could feel mine doing the same. I looked at his face and saw the red glow behind his glasses fading. "Open your eyes, Scott," I told him. He took his fingers out of his mouth and protested a little, saying he could concentrate on what he was doing better with his eyes closed. "I want you to see me looking at you," I said and he opened his eyes again.
The fingers that had been in his mouth moved down to his shoulder and then his chest. He squeezed one nipple and then the other, kind of rolling them between his thumb and index finger. Meanwhile the other hand was moving up from his balls, wrapping around his shaft, now real hard, stroking real slow up and down. He spread his legs a little more, like he was sort of anchoring himself. Looking straight at me, breathing harder now, playing with the head of his cock with thumb and forefinger and then sliding his whole hand up and down. "I want you to do this, Logan," he said, breathing hard, rubbing stronger and a little faster.
I kept my hands on the arms of the chair. "I want to do it, Scott, but I'm not going to. Not yet. I'm dying to touch you, dying to suck you. Can you see how hard I am? Can you tell how much I want you? Can you see it in my face, hear it in my voice?"
He nodded, panting hard now. "Keep talking," he pleaded, one hand round his hard-on the other moving up and down his chest, his belly, then back to his face. "I want you in my mouth, Logan," he said and put his fingers back in, sucking hard.
"That's good, Scott. That's what I want to see. I like to see you wanting. I want to see you hot and needy. Keep stroking, keep sucking. You're gonna come soon, aren't you? But you won't be making yourself come. No, I'm going to do it. Do it to you just sitting here, watching you touching yourself. Do it with my voice and my eyes and by telling you what to do. I want to see you come, I want to see it coming out of you. I want to see your face when it does. That's right, Scott. Almost. A little more. A little harder."
He got down on his knees, legs spread out, rubbing hard, looking right at me. Then his eyes closed again but I didn't tell him to open them this time. Just watched as he brought the other hand to his dick, too. One hand on the shaft and one on the head and pretty soon the cum just spurted out of him, all over his hand. And his face kind of relaxed and he sat back on his heels.
I got up from the chair and pulled my clothes off real quick. Then I got on my knees, too, right in front of him. His eyes were open again now. I took his hand and put it to his mouth, telling him to lick the cum off of it. I licked the palm of his other hand for a minute and then put it round my dick and he started doing me while he sucked on his fingers again. I stuck my tongue in his mouth, right like that, with his fingers inside there and his other hand on me, pulling his whole body close to me, holding onto his ass. He kept rubbing me and between the taste of him and the feel of his hand on me and his body against me I was coming pretty soon, too. Afterwards I told him to put his fingers back in his mouth, this time with the taste of my cum on them. I watched him sucking like that for a minute. "The next time you come I'll be touching you, Scott," I told him.
We just sat there on the rug by the fireplace for a while, neither of us saying anything. "Are you okay about being here?" he asked after a long time, sitting behind me, rubbing my shoulders.
"I think so," I said slowly. "I was right here, on the floor, when I pulled the transmitter out. I didn't know if it would kill me. They told me it would ñ that it was too close to my heart and the healing factor couldn't save me in time." Scott put his arms around me, pressed against my back a little. "Thanks. That helps, to feel you against me like that," I told him. "It helps to kind of keep me in the present, you know? Not let the memories take over."
He nuzzled my neck a little. "I'll do whatever I can to help, Logan. Just tell me what you want. And if it gets hard for you being here, tell me that, too. We can still go somewhere else."
"I'm okay. I want to stay, want to get comfortable here. You can give me a whole new bunch of memories for this place."
He laughed at that. "I'll try." Then, after a while, "I figured it would be private here. We don't get a lot of privacy back home. Somebody always needs something ñ kids, teachers."
"Yeah, or we've got to go off and save the human race or something."
He laughed again. "Hey, I told you from the start it's a strange job. Anyway, we need some time to ourselves once in a while. And we need to plan what we're going to do about Sabretooth."
"So, what are your ideas about that? And why couldn't we talk about it in Westchester?"
"Well, I have a couple of thoughts. They both involve Charles, though, and there's the rub." He stopped again, thinking. "I think we've got to find him, Logan. We can't just wait around for him to show up. I still think we could take him together, even if he takes us by surprise, but we're better off if he doesn't. We need to control when and where. And I can't stand to see what it's doing to you to be worrying about when he's going to come back. We've got to be proactive about this. So, how do we find a seven-foot tall, hairy mutant with superhuman strength? Maybe one-legged, too. There can't be a lot of guys answering that description. Last seen about half-way between Winnipeg and Flin Flon."
"Did you mention him to Mac? Alpha Flight might be keeping track of him. They were trying to keep tabs on what's left of Magneto's team, the ones in Canada, anyway."
"No, I didn't, but that's a good idea. Maybe they can give us some sense of where he was last seen. And then if we can get Charles to use Cerebro to find out more specifically where he is we can go find him. That's how I found you that time. You know, when you'd lost your memory? Charles found you with Cerebro. You were on the move, though, so I had to follow you for a while before I caught up to you in Medicine Hat. We might have to track Sabretooth ñ I don't think he'd be staying in one place. But, if we can get Charles to give us one location for him we can take it from there. And if he can't get a fix on him with Cerebro there's another way."
"What's that?"
"Magneto. I'm sure he knows where Sabretooth is. Charles is still visiting him. He could read his mind, find out for us that way." He paused again. "I've just got to figure out what to say to him, how to get him to do this for us. His telepathic powers are so strong. That's why we need him, but that's the problem, too. It's real hard to lie to him effectively. And I can't even always tell if he knows what I'm thinking. Lots of times I've thought he didn't know something and then found out afterwards he did. And we won't get a second chance on this. We've got to come up with a good enough cover story that he doesn't even think to read our minds and find out what we're really planning."
"Why can't we just tell him the truth? He knows what happened to Yasuko, to my kids. He knows what that guy tried to do to you." I looked into the fire, spoke a little softer. "What he did do to me." I turned around and faced Scott. "Why wouldn't the professor want to help us?"
"He doesn't approve of assassination."
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