Title: Winter Afternoon
Author: Nyghtshayde
Fandom: X-men movieverse
Pairing: Logan/Kurt
Rating: PG for petting
Summary: Logan and Kurt spend an afternoon alone in the TV room at
Xavier's. Tickling leads to making out.
Archive: Charles may archive it wherever he pleases. Anyone else,
let me know where it's going before you take it there.
E-mail: Nyghtshayde9@yahoo.com
Webpage: http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_word9/
Series/Sequel: Dunno yet.
Disclaimer: I don't own these very sexy characters. I don't make
money off writing this. I just like playing with them and putting
them into sexy scenarios.
Warnings: No real warnings other than perhaps watch out for the
syrup on the floor. Gets a bit sweet and sticky in here.
Notes: This is in response to a request from starla for (holiday)
make out fics. I don't know if she wanted specific fandoms, but I
love this `verse, so there. *g*

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Winter Afternoon

It started with Kurt poking Logan in the side with the tip of his
long blue prehensile tail, making the gruffer mutant twitch from
being tickled. In retaliation, and with the _snikt_ of one of the
long claws on his right hand, Logan poked Kurt back gently so that
the adamantine point didn't cut through the teleporter's forest
green sweater. Kurt giggled and swore in German when he realized
what he was being poked with. He'd considered teleporting away but
thought better of it and just reached over with his three-fingered
hands and multi-poked the other mutant on both sides. Wolverine let
loose with a stream of swear words that would have made Kurt's
Archangel Gabriel blush ten times over as he tried to wiggle away.
He'd gotten turned around when the blue mutant took the attack of
opportunity and pounced him. Both rolled off the sofa in the TV
room where, thankfully, none of the other mutants were gathered at
that moment. The rest were outside playing in the snow or occupying
themselves in the game room, feigning cabin fever.

Logan landed on the carpeted floor with a muted thud, bringing his
head up to keep it from smacking backward. His hands shot up and he
grabbed Kurt by the sides, fingers digging playfully through his
sweater. From his position on top, the German laughed out loud from
having his ribs tickled. In the spill to the floor, he'd wound up
with his legs on either side of Logan's hips, his pelvis pressed
against the prone mutant. As he was being tickled, Kurt squirmed,
which seemed to have a pleasant effect on Wolverine. An interested
and guttural growl came from below and before the blue-skinned
mutant could react to it, Logan sat up and wrapped one arm around
Nightcrawler's waist, pulling him tight against his broad chest.
Kurt could feel the muscles flexing underneath the black T-shirt,
then brought his own hands up to the tight pecs, fingers grasping
the material. He held his breath and waited to see what Logan would
do next. He did not have to wait long and was not disappointed when
the Wolverine brought his other hand up, cupping a blue cheek and
tracing his thumb over Kurt's blue lips. There was a shiver at his
touch and Logan smiled, glad that he could still make the other
mutant tremble.

"I think I caught you," rumbled the deep voice, hazel eyes staring
deep into yellow ones. Kurt just grinned.

"Ja doch,*" he responded enthusiastically, nuzzling into the hand on
his face.

Logan's heart nearly stopped. He _loved_ it when Kurt did that.
The nuzzling, the soft purrs of pleasure that Kurt was unaware he
did when being caressed. It was the little reactions that melted
the Wolverine's brusque exterior and brought about a more tender
nature. He brushed his thumb across Kurt's cheek again, staring
deep into the face he'd become fond of looking at then finally made
up his mind and leaned in closer, pressing his lips against the
other mutant's. Their mouths were warm, breaths hot and hearts
pounding in the two chests pressed against each other. Sliding his
arms up Logan's chest and around his shoulders, Kurt moved even
closer, the thick fingers of his left hand tangling in the dark hair
while the other one drew light spirals over the bare skin of the
nape of Logan's neck. Another growl rumbled, vibrating both men,
rattling them against each other. In true dominant fashion,
Wolverine licked at Nightcrawler's lips insistently, nibbling the
bottom one until Kurt relented and opened his mouth. Tasting what
was offered, Logan spent the next several minutes just kissing Kurt,
running his tongue over lips and teeth. Naturally, Kurt kissed him
back, gliding his lips over Logan's in a soft, teasing fashion that
drove him crazy.

They stayed like this for most of the afternoon while they had the
TV room. Neither set of hands ever left the other, but neither did
they roam too far into bounds that would be deemed inappropriate if
any of the younger mutants wandered in. No, they'd save that for
later when Kurt would tastefully teleport them upstairs to one of
their bedrooms so they could conduct a heavier sort of petting.


*Ja doch: Oh indeed. (German)