Foreign Correspondence: Lick and Affix
Chapter 4
by
Mo
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Alpha Flight belong to Marvel. The movie belongs to Fox. Hotmail belongs to Microsoft. Belarus is an independent country and belongs to its citizens, mutant and otherwise. Bryn Mawr is a private women's college founded in 1885. It belongs to the women, mutant and otherwise, who have lived and learned there for the past 116 years. The Miami Herald is a real newspaper but AFAIK has never had an Adam Greenfield on staff. I do feel like Scott and Logan are a little bit mine since I've been borrowing them for so long.
It was evening in the outpost in Saskatchewan. Wendy, April and Warren had gone to Regina for the day to pick up Wendy's friend at the airport and to buy supplies for the outpost. They had recently returned, van full of people and purchases. Jean-Paul and Wendy were in Jean-Paul's bedroom. April was with them. Arthur was in the garage, taking the day's purchases out of the van and putting them away. Wendy's friend Laura had been taken under Warren's wing, both literally and figuratively, and was right now being shown some of the more impressive features of the new outpost. And where were Scott and Logan?
Scott was in the shower in the bathroom attached to Logan's room. He had spent most of the day working with Logan on the water heater. It was dirty work and he both needed a shower and wanted to enjoy the fruits of his labor. So Scott was in the shower, standing under the plentiful hot water. And Logan? Logan was in Scott.
Scott's hands were against the tile wall, bracing himself as Logan pushed into him again and again, licking the water off of the back of his neck as he did so. Logan had one arm across Scott's chest, holding him close to his body. With the other hand he was holding Scott's cock, rubbing with strenuous strokes as he fucked him hard.
"Christ, Logan! You're going to shove me right into the next room if you keep this up."
"You want me to stop?" In spite of the question, Logan pushed in harder, matching the rhythm of his hand and his cock.
"No! That wasn't. A complaint. An observation. Keep going. Please."
He did. "It's good like this. I like you wet all over." He sucked on Scott's earlobe a little, then nibbled the back of his neck, thrusting in hard and fast all the while, telling him how good it felt. Then he shoved in so hard Scott's face was pressed against the wall. They stood there like that, frozen in place. Scott could feel Logan's cum spurting deep inside him.
Logan pulled out and turned Scott around. They soaped each other and washed off, stroking and rubbing as they did. And then just stood under the water a little longer, holding each other, feeling it hard and hot all over them. "We did a good job, Scott. A nice long shower and it's still hot. We're a good team."
Scott smiled, reaching to turn off the water. "I suppose we should leave some for the rest, though," They dried off and went back to the bedroom.
Logan sat down on the bed. Scott stood in front of him. "What are you looking at?" Logan asked with a smile.
"You." Scott sat down next to him, nuzzled the side of his neck. "I love looking at you naked. 'Bodies unclothed must be to taste whole joys.' I understand why you like me to take off the glasses sometimes, but I like it when I can see you."
"Well, don't just look. Touch me." He took Scott's hand and put it on his dick.
"Hard again? How many times is this? I'm losing track. You're insatiable today, aren't you?"
"Mm hmm. I get like that sometimes. You have that effect on me sometimes. Good thing you're indef- what the fuck is that word?"
"Indefatigable. It's not that hard."
"I don't know, Scott. I just can't wrap my tongue around it."
"Knowing what I do of your tongue, I find that hard to believe."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Why don't you wrap your tongue around this?"
"A much better idea. Taste whole joys, you say?"
Logan pushed Scott back on the bed and started working on said tongue-wrapping, determined to prove that he understood indefatigability even as he despaired of ever being able to pronounce it.
***
Jean-Paul and Wendy were on a bed, too, although engaged in quite different pursuits. They were in Jean-Paul's room, both sitting cross-legged on the big sleigh bed while April played on the floor. Wendy had pulled out the receipts from the day's purchases in Regina and they were going over them together, categorizing the expenditures. Arthur walked in and sat down in the armchair by the window.
"I don't usually like my wife hanging out in bed with other men, Jean-Paul," he said.
Jean-Paul smiled. "Wendy's safe with me, copain. Did you get everything in from the van?"
"Yeah, it's all put away. So Wen, where's the mysterious polyglot mutant? You aren't going to introduce Laura to your husband?"
"Or your bedmate?" Jean-Paul added, grinning. "I'm really intrigued to meet someone who can speak every human language. I want to see if she'll speak my kind of French or insist on some Parisian version."
"Hey, you find her, I'll introduce her. Try Warren's room. But not if you blush easily."
"What? Warren and Laura?" She nodded at Arthur. "Already? Man, that guy works fast."
"Oh, it was pretty much instantaneous. And it was her as much as him - totally absorbed in each other. It was like something electric or something. Here I think I'm going to spend the drive back catching up with Laura and suddenly I feel like I'm totally invisible. I swear, if the back of the van hadn't been full of all the stuff we'd bought, they would have climbed back there and gone at it. They were all over each other."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "She tends to exaggerate," he said to Jean-Paul.
"But I'm not. Really! I had nobody to talk to all the way home, except April. And she's a sparkling conversationalist - aren't you, sweetie? - but I ran out of things to say about trains, dogs, and birdies long before we got here. Meanwhile, Warren and Laura were busy getting to know each other. In ways that aren't legal in 17 states." Arthur rolled his eyes again. "Okay, so that part was an exaggeration, but really! You should have seen them. As soon as we're out of town Warren unbound his wings. Well, of course, that's got to be uncomfortable to have them tied so tightly. He didn't have to leave his shirt off, though. And he certainly didn't have to have Laura give him a backrub."
"Oh, I think he does, hon. Tying them up like that is really hard on him. He was telling me about it, when he got back from Prince Albert yesterday. When he was working at Worthington Industries he was passing as normal and had to have the wings tied all day. Maybe he overdid it or something. He gets these muscle pains from having them confined now. So, he asked Scott to rub his back and shoulders after he got back from town. He said it's the only thing that helps."
"I will bet you serious money, Arthur, that *Scott* never rubbed Warren's shoulders like this. You'd have to see it to understand. I'm telling you - if they aren't in bed right now I'm not a mutant."
***
Wendy was most assuredly a mutant. A lucky mutant at that. This was a fact of which she was most cognizant. She had supportive, understanding parents who had helped her adjust when she came into her powers, unlike so many who rejected their children. She had gone to a college where she'd been able to meet many mutants and had formed close bonds with others of her kind. She had met and married a man she loved dearly, who could understand all she had gone through because he was a member of the same sub-species. They had managed to live unnoticed for a number of years, working and loving, adding a baby to their family. And when things had gotten untenable for them, they had managed to escape. Yes, there was no doubt that Wendy was a mutant. Yet Laura and Warren were not in bed.
They had been. Anyone who entered Warren's bedroom would see that his too-small bed had that tousled look that recent strenuous lovemaking leaves. And they certainly would be in bed again, most likely some time soon. Right now, though, they were downstairs, on the floor in the living room, sitting by the fire.
Laura was sitting on Warren's lap. He had his arms around her and was nuzzling the back of her neck as they looked into the fire. One wing was folded around them in front, beating gently on top of Laura. She stroked the feathers at the tip and sighed.
"Should we be somewhere now?" she asked. He shook his head. "I haven't even met the rest of the household yet. Or unpacked. I don't think I'm being a very good guest."
"You're being a great guest. You're not burdening your hosts. And you're entertaining me so I'm not at loose ends and burdening my hosts. So you're performing a valuable function."
She smiled. "You're feeling entertained?"
"Yeah. Very entertained. So entertained that I think I might die of entertainment. With a smile on my face."
He kissed her on the ear, reaching under her shirt to hold her breast in his hand. He rubbed the nipple with his thumb. It hardened in his hand, his cock starting to harden as well, pressing against Laura. She moved her ass a little, teasing him. "Hard again already? You want to go back upstairs?"
"No, let's stay here. I don't know why I got stuck with the room with the smallest bed." He kept playing with her breast with one hand, using the other to hike up her skirt, starting to stroke her lips through her panties.
"What if someone comes in?" It wasn't much of a protest. Maybe it was just a question out of general curiosity, judging by how eagerly she was responding to his touch.
"They won't. They're probably all working. They work a lot in this place." He pulled Laura's panties off, then lifted her off of his lap. They knelt on the floor, facing each other. He bent down a little to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her, reaching under the skirt to hold onto her ass. Laura put one hand right on the crest of the curve of each wing, stroking the top feathers gently, then pinching and stroking the flesh underneath while she kissed him strong and deep.
Warren moaned a little, flexing his wings gently as she continued to stroke them. He withdrew from her mouth, putting her head on his shoulder. "God, I love how you do that," he said. "It's like there's some direct connection to my cock or something. You touch them like that and I get so hard." He moaned some more. "How do you know how to do that? How many winged mutants have you had?"
"You're my first." She kissed and licked him on the neck a little, still stroking his wings. "I love them; love the feel of them. It makes me hot to touch them, too. Put your hand on my cunt, Warren. See for yourself."
He reached between her thighs, pulling on her outer lips a little, then sliding a finger close to the opening of her cunt. "You're so wet, Laura," he said, slipping one finger, then two, inside. He held them still, just a little way in, moving his thumb back and forth up higher, teasing her clit. Laura started rocking back and forth a bit, her hands still kneading the muscles in Warren's wings.
"Go deeper," she said. "Fuck me with your fingers."
He did, slipping his fingers in and out of her wet, hot cunt. Stroking her clit with his thumb, holding her close to him with his other hand on her ass. She rocked with him, kissing him on the cheek, on the throat, on the shoulder. Settled her mouth on the side of his neck, right at the place where his shoulder began, sucking hard on the flesh there as she clenched her hot cunt on his willing fingers.
Laura felt wonderful, all thoughts of appropriate guest behavior gone from her mind along with most coherent ideas of any kind. She clutched Warren's wings with her hands, his neck with her mouth, his fingers with her cunt as he stroked and rubbed, his wings beating back and forth to the same rhythm of the fingers moving inside her. The rhythm got faster as her need for it increased, mounting to a crescendo of fucking, beating and stroking. And then she was coming - waves of movement in her cunt, gripping Warren's fingers in ripples; waves of feeling throughout her body, gripping her whole being.
It went on for a long time. When finally the contractions stopped, Warren slipped his fingers out. Laura lay back on the hearth rug, still breathing hard. "Feel good?" he asked, smiling.
"Oh, very," she answered, "but I want more." She patted the space next to her and he lay down, propped on one elbow, looking at her.
"What do you want?" he asked. By way of answer, Laura unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock, stroking up and down with her fingers.
"This," she said, grinning broadly. "Now I want your cock inside me." He climbed on top of her, spreading her legs a little. With one hand he pushed her T-shirt up, exposing her breasts. The other hand was on his cock, positioning himself right at the opening. He pushed inside, reaching under Laura to hold her ass again.
Laura gasped a little, feeling him thrust inside. Then she put one leg round Warren's waist, the other on his leg, her foot rubbing his calf through his jeans. He was pressed all the way in now. She could feel his balls pushing against her, the head of his cock pressed hard against her cervix.
They started moving together, slowly at first. His bare chest was against hers. He was keeping one hand under her, cupping her cheek, while the other was on her head, stroking her curly, dark hair. He sucked on her earlobe a bit, then kissed and licked all around her ear. "You're so good," he whispered, in between kisses. "We fit together so well. You're so hot, so wet."
"It's what you do to me," she replied, hands sliding up and down his back, just under the wings. Her legs were holding him in place, controlling the rhythm, keeping it slow.
And then, without warning, she didn't want it slow any more and told him that. Warren started humping her hard, moving his cock in and out faster and faster and faster, the wings beating in an ever-increasing rhythm. Laura could feel the hard bones of his pelvis against her as he rammed in again and again. And then he pushed inside her with such force it took her breath away.
Laura felt herself starting to come again, contracting on Warren's hard cock. Feeling the waves of her orgasm sent Warren over the edge, too. The wings thrust way out and up and he came.
He pulled out and lay by Laura's side again, propped up on his elbow. Neither of them said anything for a minute. "So, feeling entertained?" she said, finally.
"I think I just about died of entertainment, just like I told you," he answered with a happy sigh.
"Liebestod."
"Huh?"
"It's a German expression. 'Love death'. One way to say orgasm."
"Love death? Good phrase."
"Petit mort is a phrase for orgasm in French. It means 'little death'. "
"Somehow I think knowing you is going to prove very educational, Laura," Warren said, happily. "If it doesn't kill me."
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