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Title: Fantasy
Short Story (673 Words), Sizzling
Scott Summers, 'Cyclops', team leader of the X-Men, sat at his desk tapping a pen against the papers lying there. He was
thinking about sex. Not exactly an unusual occurrence, he was human after all and had needs and wants like everyone else…despite
what others seemed to think. What was perhaps not quite so usual was the fact that Scott was thinking about sex with a man.
And it was making him hard.
He was thinking about Logan.
The pen stopped tapping. The thoughts had led from something that happened in the changing rooms after a mission earlier.
He and Logan had been fighting. No real surprise there. Logan was chewing him out for some decisions Scott had made in the
field, but he had been holding his ground. He knew what Logan was saying was logical enough, but it was driving Scott crazy
that the man wouldn't even bother trying to see it from his point of view.
A few minutes in and they were yelling at each other, pushing into each other's personal space. Angry to the point of
fury, Logan had shoved Scott into the lockers…and they'd both frozen, their anger dissipating at the shock of contact.
The lower half of their still uniformed bodies pressing together. Logan had stared at Scott's visor for a moment, then had
abruptly pulled away and stalked off out of the room.
The pen started tapping again; Scott hadn't been able to get it out of his head. And it had led on to more thoughts. What
would he have done if Logan had kissed him? What would it be like? How would it feel to be touched by, and to touch, a man
like the Wolverine? It had been a long time since Scott had any sexual thoughts about another man, let alone been with one.
Intoxicating, that's what he imagined Logan to be like.
The man was all raw power, barely controlled, and threatening to be released at any moment. In Scott's fantasy Logan had
kissed him. A hard, forceful kiss. Bristled face brushing against his, fierce tongue sliding into his mouth, hard leathered
body pressed against his own. Strong but still somehow gentle hands undressing him, gliding over his skin, Logan's hot mouth
kissing his chest. Biting and marking. Scott saw himself leaning forward, tasting Logan's own skin and exploring taught muscle,
the metal underneath.
The pen was flicked across the desk, rolling and falling off the desk. Scott's hand went to his pants, opening them and
sliding it in to wrap around his now throbbing dick. In his mind it was Logan's hand, stroking him hard and slow, turning
him around against the lockers and pushing his body against Scott's back, nipping at his shoulder. A groan escaped Scott's
throat, teeth biting into his lip and eyes clenched tightly shut behind his glasses as he stroked himself.
He could feel Logan's hard cock rubbing against him, tip pressing at his hole and pushing in. The sweet burn of it, his
own cock not softening at all in Logan's hand, the other man thrusting deep inside him. Fiery heat contrasting to cool metal
against his chest and cheek, slick hardness grinding into him. Thrusting forcefully yet still gently, Logan's mouth on Scott's
again, the firm hand still stroking him along with the thrusts. Kissing deep and devouring each other's mouths.
Scott's mouth opened in a gasp, leaning back in the chair, hand on his cock working faster. His hips arched up, his other
hand slipping around to the cleft of his ass, pushing a finger in deep. At the added stimulation Scott came with a choked
cry, catching the seamen in his hand.
Still panting he cleaned himself up with some tissues and did up his pants.
Standing up Scott went around the desk and picked the pen up before sitting back down again. Taking a few deep breaths
he got his mind back into gear and went back to the paper work, pushing all other thoughts out of his mind.
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