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"Ah, Logan, bitte, would you come help me with this?"
Kurt's voice pulled Logan out of his own thoughts. He had been mindlessly watching the television perched upon the countertop of the X-Mansion's kitchen. It was showing a beautiful view of Central Park covered in a perfect blanket of snow, complete with glistening icicles dangling from the fancy streetlights. Logan huffed softly and looked over at the man who had called him.
Kurt was a sight to behold. The blue fur on his arms were dusted in a layer of powdered sugar, and the Rudolph and Clarice apron he was wearing was smeared with what appeared to be frosting. Kurt was making Christmas cookies, participating in the joy of the holiday season. The rest of the X-Men were off somewhere, likely doing the same. Logan had seen Remy and Anna-Marie watching some sappy flick together earlier, curled up like two peas in a pod. Although he himself wasn't really a fan of the Christmas cheer, he found himself drawn to the kitchen, where he set up shop. He had sat on a barstool and watched the small television, sneaking glances at the man across the room every now and then, nursing some eggnog. But, he guessed, he had spaced out at some point or another and lost track of where Kurt was in his baking process. But now, seeing him here, happily showing evidence of his Christmas joy, Logan's chest felt tight. He believed the man in front of him looked absolutely beautiful. He blinked a few times and swallowed.
"With what, Elf? I ain't exactly no cookie connoisseur," Logan grumbled, covering up his reaction to Kurt's state by scratching his scruffy chin and looking away. Over the last many months--hell, maybe years--Logan had come to realize his attraction for his blue teammate. When he finally realized what he was feeling, it had scared the hell out of him. He hadn't ever felt attracted to a man before, and hadn't even felt much attraction for anyone since Mariko died. But over time, Kurt's little antics pulled on Logan's heartstrings just a little too hard, and Logan fell hard. He put great effort into hiding his feelings, however. He reasoned that since Kurt was his best friend, he wouldn't ruin things by mentioning how badly he was in love with him, wouldn't ramble on about how he was the only one he thought about while pleasuring himself late at night, wouldn't beg him to give him one chance--just one. He didn't even know if Kurt was into men, either. So, Logan had decided some random night long ago that he wouldn't burden Kurt with such things; no good could come from it.
"I need you to help me cut out some of the cookies from the dough, please. It's getting late, and as much as I enjoy holiday baking, I'd rather not have to stay in this kitchen until sunrise," Kurt spoke, his German accent sounding smooth and comforting when accompanied by his soft humming of Christmas music. Somewhere off to the side, Elvis Presley's rendition of "I'll Be Home for Christmas" was playing softly on a speaker. Logan didn't know a sweeter sound; it could've been a siren call. Despite not really liking baking, there was no way in hell he could deny the man in front of him when he was looking like such a damn vision.
"Yeah, I guess. You owe me, alright?" Logan sighed as he trudged over to where Kurt was working. He had no intention of actually forcing Kurt to do a favor for him, but he did know he would get the reaction he wanted. He cracked a small smile as the other man parted his pretty blue lips to speak.
"Oh, no, no, no, mein mürrischer Freund. To my impeccable recollection, you've not participated in any spreading of Christmas cheer, correct? Well, it is time for you to start, and that will be cutting the cookies out of the dough with these cookie-cutters, ja?" Kurt beamed while he held up a few shapes of snowmen, Santa hats, snowflakes, nutcrackers, and more. He set them on the counter in front of the Wolverine and brushed some of his blue hair out of his eyes with the back of his hand, and then wiped his hands on the front of his apron. He looked a little worn out, but still as happy as could be. Logan could never remember wanting to kiss him more.
Logan rolled his eyes but leaned over to wash his hands in the sink, and then rolled the sleeves of his flannel up to above his elbows. "Fine, fine, whatever. Yer way too good at persuading' me, Blue," he mumbled, picking up one of the Santa hat cookie-cutters and pressing it into the sugar-cookie dough, then gently depositing the new cookie onto a different pan covered in a piece of parchment paper. Beside him, Kurt was piping frosting into cookies that were already baked. His thick but delicate fingers applied an even layer across the desserts, and then scattered some holiday-themed sprinkles on top. As Logan worked, he snuck glances at Kurt, watching his lean arms flex and contract and his top teeth gently tug on his pouty bottom lip as he focused. He found himself getting seriously distracted and shook his head a bit, as if trying to force the thoughts out of his head. He could daydream later when he was in bed alone, he decided. He didn't want to mess up Kurt's baking just because of a stupid crush.
After maybe twenty minutes of comfortable silence, Kurt paused decorating the cookies and glanced up at Logan, his yellow eyes looking soft and kind. He tilted his head a bit as he spoke. "So... I saw what you were watching earlier, just the news, I think. I saw that they were showing Central Park, and the big ice-skating rink... and it's only 7 o'clock. Would you want to go with me, Logan? These cookies are almost done, anyways." When Kurt finished talking, he exhaled slowly and went back to covering the cookies in sprinkles, but he looked at the gruff man next to him out of the corner of his eye.
Logan blinked, and his brows furrowed a bit. He took a deep breath and sighed it out. "...Look, Elf... I'm not really an ice-skatin' kinda guy--ah, fuck," he huffed. While he was talking, he raised his hand to the back of his head and scratched a bit as a nervous gesture, but forgot his hands were covered in raw cookie-dough. He cursed and snatched a towel from the counter, roughly wiping at the hair on the back of his neck.
Kurt saw this and laughed softly, his pointy but charming teeth glinting pleasantly in the warm lamplight of the kitchen. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked behind Logan, taking the towel from his hands and gently rubbing at the hair that had caught some of the dough. "Easy, Schatz. I know you aren't, but that doesn't mean you can't try it. If you don't like it, we can just come back home, okay? Please, go with me?" Kurt hummed, his voice soothing but almost sounding a little like pleading. Logan frowned, knowing his resolve wouldn't last, especially when the man he was in love with was cleaning his hair like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"God damnit, fine. Don't know how the hell ya get me to do all this shit, Elf," Logan said as he leaned just slightly into Kurt's hands as he worked the stupid cookie-dough from his hair. Of course, he was lying through his teeth; he knew exactly how Kurt managed to convince him to do everything he wanted, and that was by being head-over-heels in love with him. While the feelings of hands in his hair was comforting, the prospect of ice-skating definitely wasn't. What if he fell over and embarrassed himself? And what if he accidentally grabbed onto Kurt to soften his fall, and he managed to pull him close? What if he opened his big, stupid mouth and mumbled some dumb shit like, oh, sorry, I'm harboring intense gay romantic feelings for you? Everything could go wrong in one blink of an eye, and it made his stomach twist in anxiety. Logan grumbled internally--he was the damn Wolverine, not some high-school chick dreaming about the buff quarter-back. He was going to go ice-skating for Kurt, and not make a fool of himself. Not, not, not. He simply wouldn't let it happen.
About 90 minutes later, Logan was still living up to what he promised himself. After finishing up with the desserts, he had helped Kurt clean the kitchen. Then, they had changed into better clothes: Logan just changing his work jeans out for a cleaner pair and winter boots, Kurt donning a thick wool sweater and comfy sweatpants. They had taken a cab to Central Park (for which Logan insisted on covering the cost of), and from there walked the distance to the famous skating rink. It was large, and crowded with people. Logan cringed a bit; he was definitely out of his element. Kurt, however, looked even happier than when he was baking, if that was possible. His face was lit up even more than the festive Christmas lights hanging from the pine trees, and that managed to make Logan feel just a little bit lighter. Additionally, he had to admit the scenery did look ethereal. The trees in the park were all weighted down a bit by the thick snow, and the streetlights seemed to glow with the accumulation of ice, just like he had seen on the television earlier. Green wreaths with red ornaments were hung everywhere, and Christmas music blasted from the loud speakers above the rink. It sucked for his sensitive hearing, but Logan could tell that it was Mariah Carey. He glanced at Kurt again, softly clearing his throat.
"Uh, I'll cover our tickets, alright? Just get us a pair o' skates. I'm size 11, I think," he mumbled, exhaling slowly as his eyes traced over the blue mutant's features. As Kurt nodded slowly and walked away to get the shoes, Logan sighed and wandered over to the ticket stand, where he bought a couple tickets for the two of them. Almost 60 damn dollars, he guessed. As he waited, Logan watched Kurt from where he stood to buy the rental skates. He so desperately wanted to just tell Kurt what was going on inside his head. Well, why had the little brat even asked him out to this joint? If he was being honest, Logan reasoned it was because Kurt knew he would say yes to whatever he asked. But somewhere deep inside his chest, Logan wished it was because Kurt returned the feelings that plagued him. It made his chest ache, and his lips turn down.
When Kurt finally returned, the constriction of Logan's lungs eased, and he began to smile a little again. "Hey, Elf. I got our tickets. Gimme my skates and we'll go out, okay?"
Kurt's smile widened, and he handed the other man his skates. They walked to a nearby bench to put them on. "You know, I'm glad you came here with me, Schatz. None of my other friends would've done such a thing," he mumbled softly as he laced up the skates.
Logan took a deep breath and stared at the skates he was putting on. The man he was desperately in love with basically just admitted to only taking him here because no one else would go. He scratched his stubbly chin, not really knowing how to react. "Yeah, well... sorry, I guess. I know I ain't the best company."
Kurt paused for a moment, and his furry blue brows furrowed. He sat up and turned to look at Logan. "What? Why are you apologizing? I was only expressing my appreciation for you, mein Freund. No one else would attend because they don't care for me as much as you do."
Logan blinked and sat up as well, staring at the handsome man. Did... Did Kurt somehow know about his feelings? No, that couldn't be. He took a deep breath to calm himself, but his ears betrayed him and flushed a soft red. "What? No. No! I care for ya the same amount everyone else does, alright? No less, and definitely no more. Okay?" Logan's words came out a little more rushed than he intended.
Kurt's expression practically deflated, which hurt Logan more than any other wound he's ever gotten. "Oh... okay. I understand." His tone was a lot softer and no longer held the happy, bubbly undertone Logan had grown accustomed to. He stood up, his long tail slowly coiling around his own thigh. "Alright, let's go."
Well, now Logan felt like absolute shit. God, he was a dick. He knew he messed up bad but didn't know exactly what triggered it. He swallowed hard and followed Kurt out onto the ice, where they skated together but kept about four feet apart. After racking his brain, the only conclusion was that Kurt thought Logan didn't like him, which obviously wasn't the case. Even if you didn't include the whole stupid fucking crush thing, Kurt was Logan's best friend, and vice versa, at least, he hoped as much. Him telling Kurt he didn't like him more than the other people did was a stupid fucking thing to say. No wonder Kurt had depressed into a bad mood. Now he felt like even worse shit. Cow shit, maybe.
After maybe ten minutes, Logan slowly skated over, which took more effort than he would like to admit; it turns out, his heavy adamantium body wasn't meant for a graceful activity like ice-skating. He nudged Kurt's arm with his own, which made Kurt glance over at him. He was noticeably distressed, or at least, not as happy as before. This only made Logan feel worse.
"Look, Kurt... I didn't mean it. Ya gotta know I care for ya, Elf. Way, way more than I damn well should. I shouldn't have said that to ya, alright? Ya just freaked me out," Logan mumbled, stealing glances at his best friend.
Kurt blinked and took a deep breath. "I... thank you, I suppose. I care for you deeply, as well. And I really didn't mean to freak you out, okay? I just wanted you to know how much I appreciated you." His strides on the ice were long and delicate, and Logan could tell he was familiar with the ice. Even as Logan tried to navigate his feelings, the most prominent thing he kept going back to was just expressing how beautiful Kurt looked under the winter moonlight.
Logan cracked a small smile and sighed, even reaching out and gently patting Kurt's shoulder. "Yeah, well... I appreciate ya too." At least he knew Kurt's friendship went as deep as his own. He didn't allow himself to think about the other kind of relationship.
After a long while of skating side by side, their tension had eased out and grew comfortable again. As they joked around and followed each other, Logan could tell Kurt was getting tired by his pace slowing down over time and his strides shortening in length. After a while, he gently pulled Kurt off to the side and rubbed his back a bit. Logan cast away the thought that the touch was too intimate.
"Hey, Kurt. Yer lookin' a little worn out, bub. How about I get ya home, yeah?" Logan spoke, his tone a lot more soothing than he intended. Kurt just smiled softly, thankful for his gesture.
"Yes, please. Danke. I had a wonderful time."
Logan managed to return both his and Kurt's skates, leading Kurt out of Central Park, to where he hailed a taxi. He got inside and pulled the other man in with him.
Logan could tell Kurt was more than tired. Which, who could blame him? He spent all day baking and all evening skating around in a circle, not to mention the short time of emotional distress. When he was finally seated, he found it quite difficult to stay awake, and that Logan was the best pillow.
When Kurt slowly rest his head on Logan's shoulder in the back of the cab, his eyes widened for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. Hell, he might as well savor it; who knows when he'd get this close again? Logan pulled Kurt a little closer and wrapped a large, burly arm around his waist so that he was more comfortable and rest his scruffy chin on top of his head. For a moment, he believed it to be a dream.
His dream got shattered when the taxi eventually came to a stop in front of the X-Mansion, and Kurt's eyes fluttered back open. Logan tensed. Shit, shit! He'd been caught, and now Kurt was going to act disgusted and teleport back to his room, far, far away from Logan.
But... Kurt just yawned a bit, and nuzzled the other man's neck for just a moment before pulling away to get out of the cab. His voice was soft and drowsy, and he gently tugged on Logan's hand to leave.
Logan didn't know what the fuck to do except obey, so that's what he did. When Kurt had nuzzled his damn neck, he was certain he was probably high on whatever Bobby gave him last week. He was so stunned he just let Kurt drag him along. He'd do whatever he wanted, honestly.
Logan quickly dug around in his pocket and haphazardly threw a nice wad of cash onto the windshield of the cab before Kurt could pull him too far, knowing it was more than enough to cover a 20% tip. Kurt led Logan into the entryway of the Mansion, and paused to lean on one of the large wooden beams up the staircase. "Tired. I'm going to teleport to my room, okay? Thanks for going with me, again," Kurt said softly, his sleepy voice tugging on Logan's heartstrings.
"Yeah, okay. I... I had a good time, Elf," Logan sighed and smiled softly.
Kurt smiled back and pulled Logan in for a hug, which the gruff mutant gladly reciprocated. His large hands rubbed the acrobat's back, careful to not let his palms dip too low like he wanted. Kurt yawned into his neck, which made Logan shiver. "Goodnight, Schatz." And just like that, Kurt was gone in a puff of purple smoke--the smell of which made Logan wrinkle his nose, but it wasn't as bad as his arms being empty once again. He was grateful no one else was in the foyer.
Logan sighed heavily and dragged a hand through his hair. He definitely needed a drink. Maybe a smoke, too. He walked over to the refrigerator in the kitchen, where the cookies they had made were resting in a container on the counter. He pulled a beer from the fridge and took a star-shaped cookie from the box. He sat down at the kitchen table, taking a bite of the cookie and rubbing his eyes to distract himself from the loneliness he felt. Logan scoffed. Of course the cookie tasted damn amazing. He then took a swig of beer and frowned deeply, staring at the wooden grain on the table. His mind kept inevitably going back to Kurt.
As his mind wandered, the pain in Logan's heart seemed to be joined by the stirrings of desire deep in his gut. He thought about how elegant the other man looked while he skated, how his ass looked from behind while he took those long strides... fuck, and how he nuzzled his damn neck before he got out of the taxi earlier. Logan cursed, guzzling some more beer before pressing his palm against the growing tent in his jeans. Fuck. If only Kurt knew how bad Logan needed him.
Increasingly thankful that the other X-Men were already in bed or at least doing something else, Logan groaned under his breath as he began to palm himself. Slow but firm, how he imagined Kurt would tease him. The cookie lied forgotten beside his beer as he lolled his head back. The pressure was good, but not enough. He needed more.
He hauled himself up from his chair and took one last drink of the beer before tossing it in the trash, along with the half-eaten cookie. Ugh, that made him feel guilty. Kurt put work into those. Logan sighed and shook his head, moving to climb the staircase to the upper dormitories where the teachers of the school resided. He could feel horrible later.
As Logan unlocked his door, his dick felt hot and heavy in his pants. Once he was inside, he locked the door behind him and began to strip himself of his clothes. He grunted under his breath once his cock was freed, rock-hard and leaking slightly at the tip. Fuck. Logan reached down to jerk himself a couple times before crawling into his bed, situating himself so he was sitting up with his back against his pillows. His cock was maybe an inch or two above average, but was decently thick and was adorned with prominent veins. As he slowly tugged on himself, he fantasized about Kurt tracing those veins with his tongue, or maybe the spade of his tail. Oh, Christ. The thought made Logan shiver.
After a couple of minutes, Logan was masturbating in earnest now. He jerked himself from base to tip, his heavy-lidded eyes watching his cock as he worked. When he got close, he'd slow down, panting hard as he imagined how Kurt would pleasure him. Would he drag out the experience, teasing and edging Logan until he couldn't breathe anymore? Or would he make Logan cum as fast and as hard as possible, over and over until both of them could no longer think? Each fantasy made him groan, and he squeezed the base of his dick hard so he could wait just a little bit longer. He took a couple deep breaths before resuming his activity. Soon, Logan was on the brink of orgasm once again, and he didn't want to wait anymore. He let out a deep groan as he sped up his strokes, his hips raising to thrust erratically into the circle of his fist. A few more strokes later, Logan came, painting the hair on his stomach and pubic mound with glassy white cum. "Oh, god, Kurt! Fuck!" he cried, his orgasm overwhelming him completely. He squeezed his eyes shut and panted, breathing deeply to calm himself down. Once the heavy haze of lust passed, the burning desire in his stomach was replaced by a deep feeling of guilt. Logan felt disgusted by himself. Kurt didn't deserve to have his best friend getting off to the thought of him, sexualizing him.
He huffed and sat up a bit, wiping his sweaty forehead with back of his forearm before standing up and lumbering over to the connected bathroom. While he cleaned his ejaculate from his abdomen, Logan stared himself down in the mirror. He felt hopelessly sad. He didn't deserve someone as perfect as Kurt. He was just an animal who killed and fucked and made lives worse. Logan swallowed hard, suddenly finding it more difficult to breathe. No. No. He wouldn't cry. That was for weak people. Even as Logan decided he couldn't, wouldn't cry, his body had other ideas as he began to shake. Logan dug his fingers into the countertop of the bathroom sink and wept silently. He sunk to the floor and drew his knees up to his chest, curling his body in on itself. "Kurt... Kurt, god, buddy, I need ya. Please, baby. Oh, I'd never hurt ya, never again," he mumbled through tears, his despair being aided by the anger he now felt at succumbing to crying.
After what felt like centuries, Logan fell asleep on his bathroom floor after exhausting himself with his crying.
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The next morning, the first thing Logan felt he woke was the freezing cold temperature of the tile floor. He grit his teeth and curled his body up even more than it already was. He was laying on his side, naked, with a bad migraine and an aching heart.
Eventually, he was able to pull himself up from his position and peeked at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. His usual ruggedness was overshadowed by the look of intense despair. Even though Logan couldn't really age, he suddenly looked older. He scoffed at himself, getting ready to stumble to his cabinet and grab a cheap bottle of whiskey, intending to sleep the day away. He didn't want to think about last night.
Unfortunately, his plans got interrupted when he heard a knock on his door. Oh, good lord. "God damnit, I ain't dressed! Whaddya want?" Logan shouted, hastily searching his drawers for a pair of boxer shorts and some jeans.
Much to Logan's surprise, Kurt's gentle voice was heard on the other side of the door. "Oh, Logan, it's only me... I've just come to check on you. The Professor told me you didn't show up to teach your class this morning. Are you sick?"
Oh, fuck. Logan had slept through his class? He'd forgotten it was a weekday. God damnit. "Uh, yeah, just feeling a little... sick. I'm alright, though, ya don't gotta stick around," he called back, finally finding a clean pair of boxers and pulling them up his legs. Ugh, he really needed to do his laundry. He felt bad for lying to Kurt, but he already felt very, very bad, so why not just add to the pile?
Kurt frowned. "Mein Freund... If you are sick, let me in. A sickness that is able to get past your healing factor is not a normal ailment. Come on, let me take you to Hank's lab. Please, Logan. Lass mich auf dich aufpassen."
After a short while of deliberation, Logan padded to the door and unlocked it, opening it and leaning heavily on the doorframe. He rubbed his eyes, which now had circles under them. "Listen, bub... I ain't really sick, I just... Had a rough night. Nothin' to worry about, Elf. Just tell the Professor that my class is off today, alright?" he mumbled.
At Logan's appearance, Kurt visibly recoiled. His eyebrows furrowed and he placed a hand on Logan's shoulder, which caused the other man to tense. "Oh, Logan, you look awful! What happened? Bitte, tell me!" Kurt sounded genuinely concerned, and Logan wasn't surprised. The Elf had always had a tender nature; never hurt anybody who didn't deserve it. And he had always treated Logan like family. It was one of the many things he loved about him.
Logan rolled his eyes at Kurt's comment about how he looked, but was subconsciously very grateful for his questioning. He wanted so badly just to tell him how he felt. He took a deep breath to contain himself. "Ah, that ain't a good idea..."
Before Logan could protest anymore, Kurt teleported them both onto Logan's bed. Logan was now laying down with Kurt beside him, gently squeezing his shoulders. He also somehow locked his door. Logan had fantasized many times about having the blue man in his bed, but definitely not like this. He instantly began to squirm, trying to sit up.
Kurt's hands gently pushed him back down, sitting up himself to look down at the other man. "Hey, easy, Logan. It's only me. I'm not going to judge you, but I need you to tell me what is wrong. Everything seemed fine after we went ice-skating... Is it because I was too handsy? I-I apologize, I was very sleepy and couldn't--" his sentence was cut off by Logan beneath him, who's brows were deeply furrowed.
"What? God, no, it definitely wasn't because of that. Ugh, I'd never push ya away, Kurt. Ya didn't do nothin' wrong. I'm just... goin' through some personal issues, is all. Though I really appreciate the whole comfortin' gesture," he murmured, trying to focus on the way Kurt's hands felt on his shoulders and not the fact that he was only wearing boxer shorts.
Kurt frowned once more and tilted his head, moving his three-fingered hand to Logan's cheek, which made him shiver and his eyes flutter shut. He brushed his thumb over the dark circles under his eye. "Logan... you have been crying. As much as I like to tell myself I respect personal boundaries, this worries me too much to leave you alone. Just tell me, bitte." His tone was a lot softer than normal, almost like he was cooing to him. It made it a lot more difficult to pretend he was fine.
"Ugh. Kurt. I can't... I can't tell ya. You'd never look at me the same, ya understand? I'm fine, really." Logan put on the most confident front he could, but Kurt saw right through it.
"Tell me. You know I'd never judge you, Schatz."
Logan blinked a few times. Could he... really tell him? Logan never knew Kurt to be a liar, so maybe he was actually being serious about not judging him. Maybe things between them would stay them same, and Kurt would just know an extra little fact about him. Even if it wouldn't, he had to get the information off of his chest. The guilt and secrecy began to bubble up from his stomach into his throat, and he didn't feel like throwing up out of anxiety. He took a deep breath and dragged a hand down his face.
"I'm in love with ya," Logan blurted, "And I broke down last night 'cause I felt so guilty for even wantin' ya." After he was done speaking, his heart dropped low into his gut. He'd just fucked everything up, hadn't he?
Instantly, Logan jerked back from Kurt's hands, not even allowing the blue acrobat to digest what he had said. He quickly tried to backpedal. "Fuck, I don't even know what I'm sayin'. Forget it, Blue. I'm outta my damn mind," Logan groaned, pushing Kurt off of him and sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. "Just leave, Kurt."
Kurt, however, didn't leave. He was completely stunned, but that feeling rapidly dissipated when seeing his best friend in pain. He let the other man sit in silence for a minute before crawling over to where he was on the bed and placing a warm hand on his back. When Logan flinched, he gently dragged the hand up and down as a calming gesture. "Logan... I... I'm not really sure what to say, but I do not want you to be angry at yourself. And, believe me, I am not angry at you. It's... extremely flattering, if you do have those feelings for me. And I would like to talk about it with you, but I can't force you to do so. Please, would you look at me?"
Logan dragged two heavy hands down his face. He felt incredibly embarrassed, but was also grateful that the Elf didn't seem mad, or even off put. If anything, Kurt seemed... Encouraging. Logan swallowed hard and hesitantly peeked an eye out from his hands. "What."
Kurt sighed and tilted his head over to catch the tiny sliver of Logan's face that was visible, and gave a soft, reassuring smile. "You were very brave, mein Schatz. If you are being truthful about your feelings, I seriously commend you. You are one of the strongest, most courageous people I know. And as I said earlier, I really do wish to discuss this revelation with you, but I can see... you aren't really in much of a discussing mood. I beg of you, do not fear me, Logan. I will always be there for you. When you are ready to talk, I will be waiting for you." Kurt leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Logan's temple before disappearing, the faint smell of sulfur filling the air. Once Kurt left, Logan let out a shaky breath and covered his trembling lips with his calloused hand. The person he was in love with hadn't pushed him away like he was afraid of, but accepted him. He was still terrified, terrified of what this would mean and what it would change, but at least he was accepted. He let out a sound of relief and collapsed back on the bed, quickly giving in to the pull of his weariness. Logan fell asleep, this one much more peaceful than the last.
Once Logan's deepest slumbers were over and he was approaching consciousness, his mind played the scene of Kurt kissing his temple on repeat. It made him feel warm all over. When he finally woke completely, he stretched and yawned on his bed. He felt much better than this morning. His heart felt full of affection instead of anguish.
He took deep lungfuls of air as he leaned over to his nightstand to check the time. It was around 12 o' clock, maybe 2 hours after he had previously woken up. He blinked his eyes blearily and sat up, running his hand through his messy hair. Logan wanted to talk to Kurt.
He got up and slowly padded to his bathroom, turning on his shower and pushing himself under the warm spray. He pondered how he would go about such a thing. Even if he did work up the courage to knock on Kurt's door and talk about what he had told him, he was certain his nervousness would lead to him not giving Kurt everything he needed to know. As Logan washed his hair, he deliberated ideas on how he could force himself to be completely vulnerable to Kurt. It made him cringe, but he knew it needed to be done.
After his shower, he patted himself dry with a towel and lazily brushed his teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his liquor cabinet across the room from the open bathroom door. Logan thought for a moment. Getting absolutely wasted would definitely help him tell Kurt everything. Not exactly the healthiest option, but that didn't really matter. He spat out the toothpaste and snorted. Yeah, that would work.
After his shower, Logan decided to go out and chop up some firewood for the mansion's large fireplace to distract himself of his plan. He made sure to avoid seeing Kurt, taking the back exit out. Dressed in a thick fleece jacket and winter boots, Logan picked up a hatchet on his way out and walked from the backdoor to the opening of the vast woods. It still looked like a damn winter wonderland, that's for sure. Christmas was only a week out, after all. Logan walked deep into the forest, passing frozen creeks and spotting some animals, a few rabbits and some deer. He whistled an older Marty Robbins tune as he did so. Normally when he took time to stroll in a snowy forest, his godforsaken mind would pluck scenes from when he escaped from the Weapon X program out of his horrible memory and force them in front of his eyes. Not today, however.
Eventually, Logan found a patch of trees perfect for firewood maybe half a mile from the mansion. Each tree was about 14-16 inches thick, and Logan saw a large stump perfect for cutting up the wood. Logan swung his hatchet into the first tree and got to work.
When the sun had started to set, Logan had gone through about 16 trees in four hours. Beside the stump had grown a big pile of firewood. Logan had worked up a sweat despite the chilly air and stretched out his arms, letting the blade of the hatchet stay in the stump. He didn't really know how he was going to get all of this wood back to the mansion, but that didn't really matter. He could get his truck out here tomorrow. Gathering up as much wood he could fit in his arms, Logan began to walk back to the X-Mansion.
When he got back, he dropped the wood off by the back and went inside using the same backdoor he did before. He shook the snow from his hair and shoulders and tossed his jacket on a coatrack, walking upstairs. It was time to put the first part of his plan in motion.
Logan reached his room and unlocked it. He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair before walking over to his cabinet, lowering onto his haunches and picking out a liquor. He picked out a bottle of Jim Beam Double Oak, a premium bourbon Kurt had gifted him for his birthday a couple months ago. It seemed appropriate for the occasion, he guessed. He stood up and took out a glass from his upper cabinet, pouring a good amount and sitting the alcohol down on the counter. He then sat down on his leather couch, leaning back and taking a deep drink. Oh, yeah. Good shit. He closed his eyes and swirled the spirit around in his glass.
About a couple hours later, Logan had gone through eight glasses of bourbon, feeling very drunk. He burped and groaned, sprawled out over his couch. It was time to initiate the second part of his plan: show up at Kurt's door entirely intoxicated. So, Logan did just that. He pushed himself off of where he had been laying and set the glass down on the counter, managing to leave his room and stumble to Kurt's down the hallway.
Once he was there, he knocked his fist against the door a couple times and leaned heavily on the doorframe. After a couple of beats, Kurt answered the door. His eyebrows instantly raised and then furrowed when he saw Logan. "Ah, mein Schatz. What are you doing here? And why are you beyond plastered? Oh, you reek of alcohol, my dear. Please, come inside." Kurt ushered Logan inside of his room, his living area much cleaner and homier than Logan's. Warm lamplight lit up the room, and his walls were decorated with art or memorabilia. Logan staggered inside, immediately finding a wall to hold his heavy body up.
"I've come to talk to ya, Kurt. I need to tell ya everything. And I'm drunk outta my mind 'cause there's no way I could do it sober... but everything I'm gonna tell ya is true. Okay?" Logan slurred. Despite his drunk appearance, he did seem genuine in his intentions. Kurt sighed softly and nodded, offering an encouraging smile.
Kurt led him to his bed, having both of them sit down. "Alright, Logan. Tell me everything you would like to tell me. And remember, I will not get angry or judge you in any way, mein Schatz. Nothing you say will make me want to stop being your friend," he spoke.
Kurt's words made Logan's heart speed up. Ugh, the Elf was so kind. He took a deep breath and stared into his lap, forcing his drunken mind to cooperate and think at least clearly enough to say what he wanted to say. He suddenly felt very awkward, but he knew it needed to be done. "...Alright, look."
"Kurt... I wasn't lying earlier. I'm really in love with ya. I have been for a damn long while, too. And at the beginnin', I didn't know it was love 'cause I had never felt that way 'bout a man before. But I guess ya were just... somethin' special. I began to grow feelins' for ya, and couldn't stop my stupid heart when I fell head-over-heels for ya. And I wanted to tell ya, I really did, but... I didn't know if we'd ever be the same after that. If I had a best friend who told me he'd loved me all this time, I'd be freakin' the fuck out, y'know? I mean, I don't even know if you're into men, or support that kinda thing," Logan swallowed.
"And the whole guilty thing... I was a damn mess. I mean, yer perfect, Blue. So fuckin' perfect, and I'm what? A weapon, somethin' of that nature? There was no way in hell anybody like me could deserve a... an angel like you, Kurt. Yer the Nightcrawler. Yer so goddamn kind to me and always bring me everywhere ya wanna go, it just killed me that I couldn't have ya like I wanted. I needed ya, but I just couldn't... have ya. And I love ya so damn much, it hurts. So I just... I wanted ya to know. I don't think I could've kept it to myself any longer, even if ya didn't pull it outta me. The night before, I think was my last straw. I was makin' myself sick with it... the longing, I think."
Logan took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. The alcohol had not supported him as much as he hoped, but it definitely had offered him a helping hand to his confession. "So yeah, just wanted ya to know. And I'm gonna give ya space to think about it all, and just--Elf!"
Before Logan could finish the rest of his sentence, Kurt had pressed his lips to his. His lips were soft and warm against Logan's, a deep contrast to his own chapped ones. Kurt wrapped his lean arms around his neck with his tail coiling around the other man's thigh. The kiss was slow but deep. At first, Logan had tensed up, his hands curling up at the sudden intimacy. But soon, he relaxed and allowed Kurt to kiss him. After all, it was what he had wanted for so long. He even rested a large hand on the acrobat's back.
When Kurt finally broke the kiss, Logan stared up at him, his bleary eyes glazed over from the alcohol and confusion. "What in the fuck are ya doin', Kurt?" he panted softly.
Kurt just smiled a happy, toothy grin down at Logan. "You silly man, I've always been sweet on you. Why do you think I always invited you everywhere?" He cupped the Wolverine's face. "Obviously, you are the only one I wanted to spend time with. And you're so charming and secretly compassionate, it would've been difficult to not grow a crush for you. And, of course, you are incredibly handsome."
Logan simply blinked, quite shocked. His cheeks began to grow warm, and he huffed, shaking his head. "Damn it, I'm too drunk for this. Fuck, you're into me, too? God..."
Kurt laughed and pulled Logan into a tender hug, which the other man easily melted into. "Shhhh, mein Schatz. You should stay hear tonight and sleep off your inebriated state, ja? Silly, silly man, getting all worked up over me. Ich bete dich an, Logan."
Logan did not protest at all and got comfortable on Kurt's bed, sprawling out his heavy body and gently tugging Kurt into his side, which made the blue mutant giggle. He pulled him close and buried his face in Kurt's fur, taking deep, slow breaths and letting his eyes flutter shut. Despite Logan still smelling heavily of alcohol, the feeling of his breath on his neck made him feel ticklish, and he burrowed himself into Logan's side easily. Quickly, they both fell into a deep, restful sleep.
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When Logan finally blinked his eyes open groggily, he didn't remember exactly where he was. He rubbed his eyes, trying to roll over, but that was the exact moment he realized Kurt was laying on his chest, one arm around his middle and another around his hip. Logan's breathing sped up a bit, trying to remember the details of the previous night.
Slowly, Kurt woke up as well. He lifted his head from the gruff mutant's chest, smiling lazily and leaning down to kiss his stubbled cheek. "Guten Morgen, Hübscher. You look quite sexy in the mornings." At Logan's cute puzzled look, he laughed softly and rubbed his furred palms over Logan's chest. "You showed up here drunk last night and spilled your wonderful feelings to me. I encouraged you to stay the night, and here we are."
Logan's eyes slowly widened at the realization. Since he was intoxicated, he didn't remember much of last night, but didn't have a hangover--his healing factor had made that impossible. He chuckled lowly and ran his calloused hands up Kurt's sides. "Well, I'll be damned. Never thought in a million years I'd wake up to such a sight."
Kurt's sleepy smile grew into a grin and he sat up onto his haunches, straddling Logan. "I'd never be able to resist you, mein Schatz."
At Kurt's move, Logan's heart began to beat faster. His cock stirred, but he willed it with all his might for it to not go to complete attention. "Ah, c'mon, Elf. You're a tease."
The acrobat bit his tongue playfully and tilted his head before slipping off of Logan with a graceful ease. "Mmm, I know. I am very good at taunting and teasing. But for now, let us go take a shower, ja? You still reek of that bloody drink," he hummed. He then swung his legs off the bed, teleporting away to the bathroom and leaving a cloud of purple smoke.
Logan took a deep breath to calm himself down and sat up as well. Goddamn, he'll be the death of me. After stretching and letting his hard-on die down a little, he stood up and began to saunter to Kurt's bathroom.
Kurt's bathroom was luxurious, there was no doubt about that. Logan's bathroom was a Porta-Potty in comparison. Two delicate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and a large mirror covered the wall with two sinks. An array of different haircare products, lotions, and hair-grooming tools lined the marble countertops. A small window provided a gorgeous view of the X-Mansion's snowy woodlands. Then, slowly, Logan's eyes trailed over to the large and elegant shower, where Kurt was already inside, washing himself.
Logan's earlier attempt at calming his arousal was now completely futile. He could see everything through the glass walls of the shower, fogged up at the tops from the heat of the water. The blue man's fur was soaked with water and frothing with the shampoo he was washing himself with. He was facing away from Logan, providing him with a perfect view of his ass as he scrubbed his chest. When Kurt noticed his presence, he looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Ah, Logan. Please, come inside. You need to shower, and I need someone to wash my back," he purred.
Logan groaned at the offer and immediately began to peel off his now day-old clothes. His dick bounced against his stomach as he quickly hopped into the large shower. He bit his lip at the sight. "Holy fucking hell, baby. You look so good. Can I... Can I?" Despite both of their mutual confessions, Logan didn't know if it was okay to touch yet. Or at least, touch... like that.
Kurt only grinned sultrily and turned around so his front was facing Logan, who's eyes immediately darted down to his cock. He moaned at the sight. The Nightcrawler's cock was slightly shorter than Logan's, but also much slimmer, just how he had imagined it. It matched Kurt's lean build perfectly, and was just as hard as Logan's. "Yes, of course, mein Schatz," he breathed.
Instantly, Logan stepped forward and kissed the other man deeply under the spray of water from the showerhead. His hands roamed Kurt's back and sides, then dipped down to his ass, making him gasp. Logan squeezed his two cheeks but not hard enough to hurt and frotted their dicks together, making both of them moan into each other's mouths. Kurt's tail wound around Logan's stomach, keeping him close. "Oh my god, holy fuck, baby," Logan sputtered, barely able to comprehend his dream was becoming a reality. He sucked on Kurt's tongue and kept kneading his ass.
Kurt easily melted into the pleasure, letting the Wolverine push him against the tiled wall of the shower. He wrapped his arms around his neck as he got lost in the sensation of Logan's tongue in his mouth, too weak from the sensation to try and establish any sort of dominance. His hands clawed down the other man's back as they kissed hungrily, making Logan's back arch and his hips buck hard into Kurt's, making them both cry out in pleasure.
"I've w-wanted this, wanted you, for so fucking long, baby," Logan moaned, keeping their cocks aligned at the perfect angle for his thrusts. He was panting hard, and the warm water beating down on his back was only making his body hotter. "F-Fuck, you're so perfect for me, Blue. So beautiful."
Kurt's head dipped down to gently kiss, nip, and lap at Logan's neck while he frotted them together, hiding his face when the other man thrusted a particularly good spot. His moaning had turned into small, high-pitched whines. "Oh, du machst mich verrückt, mein Liebling. Du fühlst dich so... so köstlich an, ohhh..." As his pleasure grew, his tail uncoiled itself from Logan's waist and crept around behind him, gently nudging the part of Logan's ass cheeks, making him let out a low moan and his hips jerk.
Slowly, the spade of Kurt's tail eased inside of Logan's hole, gently fucking him as they frotted. "Oh, Christ!" Logan cried out, throwing his head back. "God, please!"
As they continued to grind on each other in the shower, their thrusts grew erratic and Kurt's tail moved faster. He quickly found Logan's sweet spot, which instantly made the man see stars behind his eyes. "Oh, fuck me, Kurt, right there! Right goddamn there! Oh, f-fuck!" For a moment, Logan stopped moving his hips forward to fuck back on the tail, chasing his orgasm, but Kurt latched his lips onto his neck, easily reminding him to keep thrusting. Soon, they both came hard, covering each other's stomachs in their cum, crying out loudly.
Slowly, they both came down from their highs, Logan's burly arms wrapped tight around Kurt to keep the smaller man from falling. They stayed still for a couple of moments to catch their breaths. Eventually, Logan gently propped Kurt up against the wall of the shower and began to wash him again while he was still out of it. After that, Logan washed himself and rinsed the both of them off, turning off the water. His cradled the back of his lover's head and kissed his forehead. "Easy there, doll. I think ya went to heaven for a second. Are ya back down to Earth?"
Kurt only smiled lazily. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of purple. "Hm, I suppose that's a possibility. I haven't felt that great in ages." He leaned back into Logan's hand, then reached up to cup his cheek. "You're amazing, mein Liebling. If you're up to it, I'd love to keep you here for the rest of the day," he smiled, rubbing the other's cheekbone for a moment before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
Logan chuckled gruffly and leaned into the tender kiss, murmuring against Kurt's lips. "As much as I'd love that, I gotta go haul some lumber back to the mansion. I went out to the woods yesterday and cut up some firewood to get my mind offa ya." He gently tugged Kurt out of the shower and pulled a plush towel off of a nearby rack, wrapping it around him and drying the fur on his body.
Kurt purred contentedly as Logan continued to take care of him. He stretched out his lithe limbs, his tail wagging a little to shake off the remaining water. "Mm, you truly live up to your masculine reputation. I could always go with you, you know." He smirked and wrapped his tail around Logan's waist, leading him to the double set of sinks. Kurt began to brush out some of the fur on his body. "Besides, I know you look gorgeous doing yardwork."
Being tugged by Kurt's tail, Logan chuckled once more and sighed, leaning on the countertop and watching Kurt brush himself. "Ah, fine, I guess. I s'pose yer company would be nice. Although, yer just gonna distract me the whole time." After he dried himself, he looked over the large collection of grooming tools Kurt had set out and picked up some generic shaving cream. He smothered some around his chin and plucked a razor up, shaving off the stubble that had been appearing.
Kurt scoffed softly and hummed. Once he finished combing through his fur, he stepped over and pressed himself against Logan's back, his skin against his fur calming him more than anything else could. Kurt pressed tiny kisses to the back of Logan's neck. "Du hast Glück, dass ich in dich verliebt bin."
Around an hour later, Logan and Kurt had made their way out to the part of the woods where Logan's firewood was. After Logan had finished shaving, Kurt teleported them both back to Logan's room to get him some clothes, making sure to comment on the less-than-hygienic state of the room. They then went out to the X-Mansion's garage, got in Logan's pickup truck and drove to the woods. Logan had to drive carefully due to the plentiful spread of trees surrounding them and the animals that populated the forest. Kurt thought it was cute how his brows furrowed while he concentrated on maneuvering them through the woods.
Kurt hopped out of the truck while Logan stepped. His axe's blade was still in the stump, and beside it was the huge stack of wood, now covered in a sheet of white snow. Logan popped a cigar into his mouth and flicked a match against the trunk of a nearby tree, using it to light it. He puffed on it for a long moment before leaning down and grabbing an armful of the firewood and dropping it into the bed of the truck.
Kurt, however, made himself busy by teleporting onto the hood of the truck, sprawling out and watching Logan work. He hummed "Santa Baby" by Eartha Kitt and propped his elbow up, tilting his head. Kurt had a smug grin on his face and toyed with the hem of his Christmas sweater.
It didn't take long for Logan to notice his lover was trying to distract him, just like his earlier premonition. After he dumped another bundle of wood in the truck bed, he sighed heavily and looked Kurt up and down. He took a couple deep puffs off of his cigar. "Damn, ain't you a diva, sittin' all pretty." Despite his gruff statement, he couldn't suppress the small, happy grin that tugged on the corners of his mouth. This was all he had ever wanted. "It'd be nice if ya'd help, Princess."
Kurt only smiled wider and sighed dramatically. "But I believe I'd do much better right here, mein hübscher Holzfäller," he giggled. "Besides, I have the best view in the entire world: your gorgeous ass in those tight jeans."
Now, that comment made Logan roll his eyes and take an even deeper drag off of his cigar, not being able to force his ears from tinting pink. "Aw, hell, Elf. Ya can't just go around sayin' things like that and not expect me to get a goddamn boner." He turned back around to pick up some more firewood, prompting Kurt to whistle at him, making Logan grunt and turn around, raising a brow. "Goddamn it, Kurt. If ya want it so damn bad, come and get it."
Kurt laughed and teleported down so he was sitting on the edge of the hood of the truck. Logan chuckled and walked forward between Kurt's legs, settling his hands on his thighs and gently caressing them. The smoke from his cigar swirled around them like a hazy curtain. After a deep drag, Logan plucked the cigar from his mouth and held it between his fingers, leaning forward to kiss at the other man's neck and making him shiver. "Didn't I already take care of ya this morning? And now ya've gone and interrupted me from what I'm actually s'posed to be doin'," he murmured. "Yer a needy lil thing."
Kurt leaned his head back to expose his throat, trying not to whine at how tenderly yet scoldingly the Wolverine was sucking at his neck. "N-Not needy," he protested, his hands finding purchase on the other's shoulders, then wrapping his arms around his neck. "Just... appreciative. Please, Logan, kiss me," he breathed.
Logan rolled his eyes again but could never resist the beautiful man in front of him. He raised his head from his neck and kissed Kurt hard, one hand rising from his thigh to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. Kurt wrapped his legs around Logan's waist, making him grunt. The two made out for a long while before the Nightcrawler began to grind up into Logan. This made the older mutant raise a brow, slowly pulling back a bit to look down at him. "What the hell are ya doin', sunshine? We're in the middle of the woods. It's like, 20 degrees out here, and the damn hood of my truck can't be comfortable."
Kurt only huffed softly, his fingers curling into the front of Logan's flannel. "Ja, but no one's around... and you can always warm me up, mein Schatz."
That comment made it impossible for Logan to pretend he had self control any longer. His hips responded in kind, grinding and bucking up into Kurt. "Fuuuck. What are ya wantin', baby? I can please ya any way ya'd like." He bit down on the acrobat's bottom lip and gently tugged. "C'mon, tell me."
Kurt moaned, his tail writhing on the hood of the truck. "Ich will, dass du meinen Arsch fickst," he panted.
Logan rolled his eyes for the third time, still keeping them grinding on each other. "Baby, you know I don't know German. C'mon, just tell me."
"Mmmh, I want you to make love to me," Kurt whined, his fingertips digging into Logan's back. "The real way. Please."
This made Logan raise a brow and slow their grinding. "Like... actually?"
Kurt only nodded eagerly, making Logan's half-lidded eyes drop even further. He took a deep breath and put his hands underneath both of the Nightcrawler's thighs. "Alright, then. Flip over."
Kurt grinned and did what Logan said, rolling over onto his stomach against the hood of the truck, sliding down a bit so his feet were against the dirt. Logan hummed low in his throat and felt up Kurt's ass, slipping his fingers inside the waistband of his pants. After tossing away his cigar, he slowly pushed them down so they gathered at Kurt's ankles and then did the same to his underwear. Logan groaned at the sight of his lover's bare ass and leaned down to kiss and lick at his back, enjoying the way the fur stuck just for a moment on his tongue. He suddenly remembered something and huffed into Kurt's neck, gently squeezing his thighs. "Fuck. I don't have any lube out here."
Kurt took a deep breath and sighed it out, reaching down into the pocket of his discarded pants and pulling out a small vial of lube. "Getting you to fuck me in the woods might've been my main motive, mein Schatz."
Logan scoffed and took the vial, unable to help himself and smirking at Kurt's eagerness. "Well, damn. If it wasn't so sexy, I might be a lil worried how badly ya wanted to get into my pants, Blue." He then dripped a bit onto his fingers and gently pressed one into Kurt's hole. He wanted to go slow at first, despite how impatient his lover seemed.
Kurt arched his back and let out a slow, breathy whine. He moved his hips back in time with Logan's gentle thrusts, letting his head loll back. "Oh, mein Gott, that feels so good. More, please."
After a few more moments, Logan obliged at added a second finger. His thrusts evolved into more of a milking motion, pressing his fingers against Kurt's prostate and gently pushing at different pressures so he could feel the most pleasure. This movement had Kurt seeing stars, and was quickly growing more impatient than before. "A-Ah, fuck, yes, give it to me, please. Bitte, bitte, give me all of you," he panted.
Kurt's eagerness made Logan shiver and he couldn't help but oblige once more. He removed his fingers from Kurt's hole and unbuckled his belt, shucking down his jeans and boxers and kicking them away. His cock was rock hard, and he dumped the last bit of the lube from the vial on it. He smeared it around with his hand and gave a few good tugs, causing a moan to get ripped from his throat. "Fuck. You're sure you want me to do this? We aren't really in an enclosed area, sunshine."
"Yes, fuck, hurry up," Kurt groaned, his knees already shaking a little. His cock was trapped in between the hood of the truck and his own furry stomach, and he could feel it twitch. "No one's coming out to the middle of the damn woods."
Logan swallowed hard and nodded slowly. "Alright, then." He slowly pressed his dick inside Kurt's ass, causing both of them to vocalize their pleasure. He built up a steady and unhurried rhythm, moving his length in and out of Kurt, his hands holding the other's waist to keep their good position. After fucking for a good minute, their panting grew and Kurt began to mewl every time Logan's dick dragged against his sweet spot.
On a particularly pleasurable thrust, Kurt flew dangerously close to the edge and his tail began to flail about. "Oh, fuck! I-I'm so, so close, oh mein Gott, this feels wonderful, oh Logan," he babbled, his usual smooth and teasing tone completely gone out the window.
Logan wasn't far behind, having to consciously keep himself from cumming every time Kurt's hole squeezed around his cock. "I know, I know, you're okay. Holy shit, you feel so amazing, baby," he moaned, squeezing Kurt's hips and speeding up his thrusts. He gently lifted one of Kurt's legs to drive himself deeper, barreling both of them toward their orgasms. Logan kept pistoning in and out of his lover and reached around to jerk Kurt's cock, prompting him to cry out and cum all over Logan's hand. The feeling of Kurt's hole clamping down on him sent him reeling and only a couple of hard thrusts later, he stilled his hips and wrapped his arms around his lover's abdomen tight and rode out his forceful orgasm.
A few minutes later, they were both finally able to breathe. Logan slowly pulled out of Kurt and rolled him over so they were facing each other. They both had happy, lazy grins on their faces and kissed sweetly for a moment.
"Alright, sweet thing. Let's get ya cleaned up and get this firewood back to the mansion, yeah?" the Wolverine sighed into the Nightcrawler's mouth. He rubbed his back, watching how the snow flakes began to gather in his hair.
Kurt smiled softly. Logan loved how disheveled yet satiated he looked. "Yes, that sounds good. It's starting to get a bit cold out here."
Logan rolled his eyes and lifted Kurt up effortlessly, carrying him around to the passenger side of the truck and sitting him in the seat. "I told ya that before we even got goin', Blue. But ya just had to get off right in the middle of a frozen forest, huh?" he murmured while wiping Kurt's stomach and bottom with a random towel.
Kurt chuckled quietly and let out a small sound at his lover cleaning him up, still quite sensitive. "It was less about having sex in public and more about having sex with you, my dear. I wasn't worried about the cold. I knew you'd always take care of me."
"Mmm, just like right now?" Logan smiled, tossing the now dirty rag aside and helping Kurt into his clothes. "Yeah, don't worry, baby. I'll always take care of ya. I'll never let ya get cold."
The two shared a tender kiss and drove back to the mansion soon after, spending the rest of the wintertime wrapped up in each other's arms.
THE END (probably)