Re: X-Men comics, Wolverine/Gambit, card tricks; "Fold," part 2 of 2
"You do fold, doncha, kid? Very nice." Remy reddened from Logan's tone, and knowing exactly how the other man was seeing him--forehead on the floor, ass raised slightly... oh well, it would be fun, whatever happened. He trusted Logan. At least... he did at the moment.

Cloth hit the floor next to his face... Logan's tank, then jeans. No underwear--that meant... dammit, he'd *stopped* blushing, he really had!

No sound except Logan's breathing for a while, and Remy's impatience got the better of him. "You gonna just watch, mon ami? I took you for more of a man of action!"

Logan's breath against the back of his neck made him jump--well, as well as he could given his position. "Oh, I'll do more than that, Cajun. Was just admiring the scenery. Yer awful pretty like this, you know."

Another man might have bristled. Remy being Remy, he shifted a little to display himself even more. Might as well show it off, right?

Logan chuckled, low and rough. "Nice." Then his teeth fastened on the back of Remy's neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to make him take notice. Remy went a little limper. He had nothing against being a beta, not here, not now. Might not be the case tomorrow, or in an hour or two, but he'd lost, fair and square (much though he'd tried otherwise), and no one had ever called Remy a sore loser.

Warm, callused, large hands traced the muscles in his back, along his arms, down to his ass. Warm hands parted his cheeks... and he *felt* Logan's eyes on him. This time he fought down the blush, thankfully.

Logan's weight shifted, and Remy steeled himself... but the hot touch of tongue to his hole still made him whimper and shift up, off his heels.

"Uh unh, kid." Logan tapped his ass lightly. "Back on your heels." Muttering dire imprecations under his breath, Remy complied... and was rewarded with Logan diving straight in.

Long swipes of tongue along his crack were followed by short stabs at his hole... then Logan's hands spread him wider and he felt the burn of stubble against sensitive flesh as Logan pressed his tongue as deep in as it could go, and began tongue-fucking him seriously.

He pressed back into Logan's tongue, mindful to keep himself sitting on his heels... almost there... close now... and then Logan's hand closed around his cock and *pressed*. Merde! The fuck? "Logan, what... "

Logan smiled... which made the sensation even more interesting... and stopped for a moment. "Got other plans for this, kid. Speaking of which..." Suddenly the flexible tongue was replaced by two, then three thick fingers. Ooohhh yeah, that's it... Remy wriggled, and Logan's breath was hot on his neck as he laughed. "I love it when you turn into a slut on me, kid. Ready?"

Remy snorted. "What do you think, Logan?"

No answer, but the long sweet slide of penetration was a good enough substitute. Remy groaned as Logan's wonderfully thick cock stretched him, and again as Logan started deep hard thrusts, angling just perfectly to hit his sweet spot every time.

"Fuck... close, Logan... aw, merde...." The first spasms shook him hard, but not hard enough to feel Logan's rumbling groan as he came inside Remy. He rode out both his own orgasm and Logan's, gasping, and then dropped his head back to the floor, loving the feeling of Logan spread across his back, panting hard.

They breathed for a few minutes, then Logan slowly pulled out and flopped over onto his side. Remy groaned as he straigtened his legs... his calves had cramped a bit. Logan, however, was nothing if not a considerate lover... he reached over and massaged the cramps out briskly, and Remy flopped back beside him, reveling in the afterglow.

A few minutes later, Logan rumbled from beside him, ""Yer no good at card tricks, huh, Remy?"

Slow, insouciant grin. "Who says I'm not? After all, I didn't *have* to lose."