Survivors Twenty
Ahem. Not safe for work, folks. Rated a healthy R.
Previous bits are here.
Part Twenty/??
Shit! Xander tried to sit up and look cool but he hadn't had enough to drink to think he could really play it off. There was no way that Logan could miss what he'd been doing - screwing everything up.
He leaned back in his chair. God, he should have known better than to do this. He like Scott and Logan both, liked them better than he should. He hadn't missed the way they looked at each other, or the way they tried to protect each other. He'd figured it was only a matter of time before they got together and he'd hoped to help smooth the path, not get in the way.
He wanted to take a look at Logan, but he was a little scared to. He'd heard stories about how bad Logan could be in a fight and he'd seen the man react when startled. What if Logan was pissed at him for making a move on Scott? He didn't think that Logan would really hurt him but he didn't want to have to put it to the test.
Finally, he dared to look over toward the doorway. Logan didn't look angry. He looked surprised, eyes wide as he stood just outside of the room. As Xander looked at him, the surprise faded and Logan smiled, leaning against the doorway. He slouched, rubbing one hand against his thigh. "Why'd you stop?"
Xander opened his mouth but no words came out. He glanced over at Scott, who was no help - he looked like he was trying to figure out what to say, too. "I-"
"I was enjoying the show," Logan said.
And there went anything Xander might have said. He pointed at Scott and shook his head. He needed to get his tongue untied and explain that he was very very drunk, fake a stumble on the way out of the room, and then maybe Scott and Logan would forget all about him and do what they were supposed to be doing. If he got out fast enough, he might even make it through the door without getting his ass kicked. Logan was talking crazy right now but he could come to his senses at any moment.
Before Xander could make his escape, Logan was walking into the room, straight over to Scott. He reached out and cupped Scott's head in his hand, pulling him forward into a kiss.
Xander was so startled all he could do was stare. He watched the way Logan pressed closer and closer, the way Scott's mouth opened so sweetly against his, the way strength was met with equal strength and clearly rising passion.
Only when Scott made noise low in his throat did Xander realize that he was still watching. Hot it might be, but he had no place sitting here and watching. This was what he'd wanted to see happen and that had to be enough. Scott and Logan weren't going to get on with getting it on if he was there to distract them.
He eased back out of his chair. They looked pretty involved and if he got moving then they could get more involved.
He got maybe a step or two away and then Logan was right there in front of him. Xander gestured toward the door. "I'm on my way," he promised.
"Better not be," Logan said.
Before Xander could even flinch, Logan's hand was on his cheek, then the back of his neck and he couldn't think about anything except the feeling Logan's mouth on his. It was different from other kisses Xander could remember. He'd always been attracted to strong women and he was familiar with kisses where dominance wasn't always his. He'd never been so overwhelmed before: Logan's hand moved his head where he wanted it to be and his lips were as persuasive as they were confident. Xander found himself melting into the touch.
The sound of a chair skidding brought him back to his senses and he pulled away from Logan, unable to keep himself from looking over at Scott. He didn't want to see betrayal or hurt on the other man's face, but he still owed him the honesty of looking at him.
Scott was watching them and he didn't look hurt at all. Instead, he was looking pretty turned on, lips parted and still wet from his kiss with Logan.
Logan's hand on his neck shifted, moving so his thumb was stroking over Xander's throat. "Still think you should be leaving?"
Xander looked back and forth between them. "You could have something here, something special."
"Something special with you," Scott said. There was a flush rising in his cheeks but he didn't back down.
"All of us," Logan said. "It's right with all of us."
This was crazy. Two men - two very attractive men - that he'd worked with and grown to like were both propositioning him. Together. Stuff like this happened in his daydreams, not in real life. The sane thing to do would be to step back and let them get together without him there to mess it up.
His heart and his body weren't interested in doing the sane thing. "This is crazy."
"Crazier than mutants with super powers?" Scott asked. "Crazier than magic and monsters and demons?"
That slowed him down. "I - what about the two of you?"
"I think we've been pretty clear about what we want," Scott said.
"And your mouth was pretty clear about it when you weren't talking," Logan said. "Maybe we could get back to that?" He moved toward Xander, hand stroking up Xander's arm to rest on his shoulder.
He thought of Anya and had to smile. Thanks to her, this wasn't even throwing him. "Not here."
"You got something against kitchens?" Logan asked.
"Audiences," Xander said, nodding toward the door. He watched with glee as both Logan and Scott spun around to stare at the empty doorway.
He laughed, keeping the table between him and them when they turned back around to look at him. "There could have been someone there."
"But there wasn't," Scott said.
"Shouldn't we settle this somewhere else?"
"My room is closest," Scott said.
"Mine has a bigger bed," Logan pointed out.
"Sold to the gentleman in the white shirt," Xander said. He laughed when Logan reached for him again. Logan swallowed that laughter with another kiss and Xander lost himself into it. He was just so intense…
"No shows in the kitchen, remember?" Scott gently pushed them apart.
During the walk to Logan's room, Xander didn't look at the walls or the floor or the ceiling, searching for structural damage. He'd always looked before but now he had something else to distract him that was far more interesting. He watched the way they moved, easy in their own skin and naturally confident.
Logan's room was set apart from the others, so they didn't run into anyone on their way there. The room was bare, no pictures or posters on the walls. Xander didn't have much time to look around: Scott was there in front of him, smiling as he pulled him close for a kiss.
It was better than the first one. His head was starting to clear so he could focus on Scott, on how soft his lips were, on how gentle his kiss was. Scott's body was firm under his hands, muscled and strong and Xander wanted to feel more.
He got his wish when Logan pressed up behind him, sandwiching him between the two men. Logan's body was even harder than Scott's, his strength more obvious as his hands stroked over Xander's sides and he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
"Want you," Logan said. "Want you both."
The feel of those words being spoken into his skin made Xander groan. "God, yes."
"You're good with this? Both of you?" Logan's hand snaked between Xander and Scott.
"Been a while, but I'm good," Scott said. "More than good."
Xander let his head fall back against Logan's shoulder as the other man's hand cupped his growing erection through his jeans. "Nnngh."
"Was that a yes?"
He had to force himself to think. Words. He needed words. Shit, and they were going to be embarrassing ones, too. "Yes. Just, uh, slow."
"Been a while for you, too?" Scott asked, grinning at him as he reached up to stroke a thumb over Xander's cheek.
"If by a while you mean a few years since giving hand jobs in the backroom of a strip club, then yeah." Logan's hand stopped stroking him and Xander reached down and covered it with his own. "Hey."
"How much did you have to drink?" Scott asked.
"Not enough for you to take advantage of me." He grabbed at Scott when he tried to pull further away and kept him where he was. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be here. I do want this. I want you. I'm not going to wake up in the morning and go tell Buffy to kick your ass."
"That promise go for me too?" Logan asked, pressing close once more.
"All of it goes for you." They were closer but there wasn't much touching going on and Xander shifted a little, wishing he were Words Guy so he could fix this fast. "I might need a little technical advice but that doesn't mean that I don't want this as much as you do."
"Technical advice?" Scott smiled at him and finally started to relax.
"I've got a great imagination," Xander said, leaning in for a kiss.
One of Logan's hands slipped under the front of his shirt and stroked over his stomach, hot and rough and strong. "Been using that imagination lately?" Logan asked, breath puffing across Xander's ear.
"All the time," he admitted, eye falling shut. "It's a wonder I didn't accidentally wall up a hallway I've been so distracted."
"Really?" Scott asked, sounding shy and happy.
"Yeah. Every time you smiled at me I-"
Scott didn't give him a chance to finish, taking his mouth in another kiss. Xander felt Logan reach around him and then he was caught tight between them when Logan pulled Scott into a kiss. He grabbed Scott's hips and thrust up against him.
"No more talking," Logan said, steering them all over toward his bed. He pulled off his own shirt, then went after Scott's. Scott raised his hands protectively, but Logan carefully unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his shoulders, coming nowhere near dislodging Scott's goggles.
Xander didn't want to sit back and let them have all the fun, so he shouldered his way into standing beside Logan and went to work on Scott's jeans, popping the button and pulling at the zipper. There were soon hands on him and before he could get a good look at either man they were on the bed, limbs tangled as they moved together.
Kissing and touching he could definitely do. He had two mouths and so much skin to explore. He arched into the hands that roamed over his own skin.
Their touches were very different: Logan's were confident, almost arrogant as his hands traveled over Xander's stomach, sliding down to grip his hip possessively. Scott was gentler and more tentative, sometimes little more than fingertips that made him shiver.
He wanted to make them feel as good as he did. He rolled into Logan, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the other man's cock. It had been years since he'd done this for someone else, but judging by the way Logan slid his hand into his hair and kissed him harder he hadn't lost his touch.
Scott moved around them and then there were long clever fingers on Xander's cock, stroking him, learning what he liked. A peek showed him Logan jacking Scott's hard flesh - a circle of lust and need and Xander knew he wasn't going to last. He moaned into Logan's kiss, then began to pant.
"Come on," Scott muttered. "Come on, Xander, give it me, give it to us."
Yeah, that what he needed. Coming felt like he was breaking apart but Logan and Scott were there, holding onto him. He lay blissed out for a moment…until Logan shifted under his touch, thrusting up into his lax grip.
Xander grinned. "Problem?"
"Not yet," Logan said, thrusting up again. His hand slid down to the back of Xander's neck and clamped down.
That made him shiver again and he was stroking Logan's erection before he had time to think about it. He felt Scott's hand join his, slick with Xander's own release and Xander had to kiss him. It was a little awkward but he managed to close his other hand around Scott's cock and help Logan stroke him. He looked back and forth between them, liking the way sweat made their skin glow, liking how different they were, wishing he could see more of Scott's face. The feeling of their flesh in his hands was enough to send arousal sparking through him again.
Scott's mouth was open, his hands shaking as his fingers tangled with Xander's around Logan's cock. Beside him, Logan was all coiled power, eyes avidly looking back and forth from Scott to the hands on him to Xander and then looking at them all over again.
Scott froze just before he came, gasping out something that might have been a name. Eyes locked on him, Logan followed soon after.
Xander knelt up on the bed, looking down at them, and then at his hands and himself. He was liberally striped with streaks of come. "I'd forgotten how messy this was," he said.
"That a complaint?" Logan reached up and pulled him down into his arms, smearing him with even more slickness as Xander laughed and struggled to escape.
Scott laughed at them and Xander reached out to drag him into the mess, rubbing up against him to share it around. They were laughing and wrestling and this was what Xander had missed, more than the sex. He'd missed the simple joy of being with someone.
He ended up in the middle and felt a little uncomfortable there. He didn't want to keep coming between them. Xander tried to ease out of the middle, but two sets of arms held him in place. "I was just going to-"
"You're not going anywhere," Scott said.
"Just off to-"
Logan's arm's tightened around him. "Fine where you are."
"Pretty soon I'm gonna be stuck here permanently." Xander trailed his hand through some of the mess on Logan's hairy chest. "We all are."
"You stay," Scott said. He got out of bed, fingers trailing over first Xander's skin and then Logan's. He returned with a couple of towels and helping hands to clean them up.
Now that he was clean, Xander was feeling more comfortable and a little sleepy. He'd worked hard and had more to drink then he'd had in a long time, and he just wanted to be a man and roll over and fall asleep. Clearly it was time to get going.
Except when he went to get out of the bed, Logan and Scott were there with their arms and their mouths and he was pressed back into the mattress. His protests about Willow and needing pajamas and how there really wasn't enough room were kissed away. He found himself half under Logan with Scott pressed up to his side. It should have been claustrophobic and uncomfortable. It wasn't: he was warm and surrounded by the feel and scent of them.
The length of the day and the exertion and the beer and the sex all combined to conspire against all his intentions to be smart. It was too tempting to just close his eyes and drift off and so he did, the sound of their breathing lulling him into gentle dreams.
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Previous bits are here.
Part Twenty/??
Shit! Xander tried to sit up and look cool but he hadn't had enough to drink to think he could really play it off. There was no way that Logan could miss what he'd been doing - screwing everything up.
He leaned back in his chair. God, he should have known better than to do this. He like Scott and Logan both, liked them better than he should. He hadn't missed the way they looked at each other, or the way they tried to protect each other. He'd figured it was only a matter of time before they got together and he'd hoped to help smooth the path, not get in the way.
He wanted to take a look at Logan, but he was a little scared to. He'd heard stories about how bad Logan could be in a fight and he'd seen the man react when startled. What if Logan was pissed at him for making a move on Scott? He didn't think that Logan would really hurt him but he didn't want to have to put it to the test.
Finally, he dared to look over toward the doorway. Logan didn't look angry. He looked surprised, eyes wide as he stood just outside of the room. As Xander looked at him, the surprise faded and Logan smiled, leaning against the doorway. He slouched, rubbing one hand against his thigh. "Why'd you stop?"
Xander opened his mouth but no words came out. He glanced over at Scott, who was no help - he looked like he was trying to figure out what to say, too. "I-"
"I was enjoying the show," Logan said.
And there went anything Xander might have said. He pointed at Scott and shook his head. He needed to get his tongue untied and explain that he was very very drunk, fake a stumble on the way out of the room, and then maybe Scott and Logan would forget all about him and do what they were supposed to be doing. If he got out fast enough, he might even make it through the door without getting his ass kicked. Logan was talking crazy right now but he could come to his senses at any moment.
Before Xander could make his escape, Logan was walking into the room, straight over to Scott. He reached out and cupped Scott's head in his hand, pulling him forward into a kiss.
Xander was so startled all he could do was stare. He watched the way Logan pressed closer and closer, the way Scott's mouth opened so sweetly against his, the way strength was met with equal strength and clearly rising passion.
Only when Scott made noise low in his throat did Xander realize that he was still watching. Hot it might be, but he had no place sitting here and watching. This was what he'd wanted to see happen and that had to be enough. Scott and Logan weren't going to get on with getting it on if he was there to distract them.
He eased back out of his chair. They looked pretty involved and if he got moving then they could get more involved.
He got maybe a step or two away and then Logan was right there in front of him. Xander gestured toward the door. "I'm on my way," he promised.
"Better not be," Logan said.
Before Xander could even flinch, Logan's hand was on his cheek, then the back of his neck and he couldn't think about anything except the feeling Logan's mouth on his. It was different from other kisses Xander could remember. He'd always been attracted to strong women and he was familiar with kisses where dominance wasn't always his. He'd never been so overwhelmed before: Logan's hand moved his head where he wanted it to be and his lips were as persuasive as they were confident. Xander found himself melting into the touch.
The sound of a chair skidding brought him back to his senses and he pulled away from Logan, unable to keep himself from looking over at Scott. He didn't want to see betrayal or hurt on the other man's face, but he still owed him the honesty of looking at him.
Scott was watching them and he didn't look hurt at all. Instead, he was looking pretty turned on, lips parted and still wet from his kiss with Logan.
Logan's hand on his neck shifted, moving so his thumb was stroking over Xander's throat. "Still think you should be leaving?"
Xander looked back and forth between them. "You could have something here, something special."
"Something special with you," Scott said. There was a flush rising in his cheeks but he didn't back down.
"All of us," Logan said. "It's right with all of us."
This was crazy. Two men - two very attractive men - that he'd worked with and grown to like were both propositioning him. Together. Stuff like this happened in his daydreams, not in real life. The sane thing to do would be to step back and let them get together without him there to mess it up.
His heart and his body weren't interested in doing the sane thing. "This is crazy."
"Crazier than mutants with super powers?" Scott asked. "Crazier than magic and monsters and demons?"
That slowed him down. "I - what about the two of you?"
"I think we've been pretty clear about what we want," Scott said.
"And your mouth was pretty clear about it when you weren't talking," Logan said. "Maybe we could get back to that?" He moved toward Xander, hand stroking up Xander's arm to rest on his shoulder.
He thought of Anya and had to smile. Thanks to her, this wasn't even throwing him. "Not here."
"You got something against kitchens?" Logan asked.
"Audiences," Xander said, nodding toward the door. He watched with glee as both Logan and Scott spun around to stare at the empty doorway.
He laughed, keeping the table between him and them when they turned back around to look at him. "There could have been someone there."
"But there wasn't," Scott said.
"Shouldn't we settle this somewhere else?"
"My room is closest," Scott said.
"Mine has a bigger bed," Logan pointed out.
"Sold to the gentleman in the white shirt," Xander said. He laughed when Logan reached for him again. Logan swallowed that laughter with another kiss and Xander lost himself into it. He was just so intense…
"No shows in the kitchen, remember?" Scott gently pushed them apart.
During the walk to Logan's room, Xander didn't look at the walls or the floor or the ceiling, searching for structural damage. He'd always looked before but now he had something else to distract him that was far more interesting. He watched the way they moved, easy in their own skin and naturally confident.
Logan's room was set apart from the others, so they didn't run into anyone on their way there. The room was bare, no pictures or posters on the walls. Xander didn't have much time to look around: Scott was there in front of him, smiling as he pulled him close for a kiss.
It was better than the first one. His head was starting to clear so he could focus on Scott, on how soft his lips were, on how gentle his kiss was. Scott's body was firm under his hands, muscled and strong and Xander wanted to feel more.
He got his wish when Logan pressed up behind him, sandwiching him between the two men. Logan's body was even harder than Scott's, his strength more obvious as his hands stroked over Xander's sides and he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
"Want you," Logan said. "Want you both."
The feel of those words being spoken into his skin made Xander groan. "God, yes."
"You're good with this? Both of you?" Logan's hand snaked between Xander and Scott.
"Been a while, but I'm good," Scott said. "More than good."
Xander let his head fall back against Logan's shoulder as the other man's hand cupped his growing erection through his jeans. "Nnngh."
"Was that a yes?"
He had to force himself to think. Words. He needed words. Shit, and they were going to be embarrassing ones, too. "Yes. Just, uh, slow."
"Been a while for you, too?" Scott asked, grinning at him as he reached up to stroke a thumb over Xander's cheek.
"If by a while you mean a few years since giving hand jobs in the backroom of a strip club, then yeah." Logan's hand stopped stroking him and Xander reached down and covered it with his own. "Hey."
"How much did you have to drink?" Scott asked.
"Not enough for you to take advantage of me." He grabbed at Scott when he tried to pull further away and kept him where he was. "If I didn't want this, I wouldn't be here. I do want this. I want you. I'm not going to wake up in the morning and go tell Buffy to kick your ass."
"That promise go for me too?" Logan asked, pressing close once more.
"All of it goes for you." They were closer but there wasn't much touching going on and Xander shifted a little, wishing he were Words Guy so he could fix this fast. "I might need a little technical advice but that doesn't mean that I don't want this as much as you do."
"Technical advice?" Scott smiled at him and finally started to relax.
"I've got a great imagination," Xander said, leaning in for a kiss.
One of Logan's hands slipped under the front of his shirt and stroked over his stomach, hot and rough and strong. "Been using that imagination lately?" Logan asked, breath puffing across Xander's ear.
"All the time," he admitted, eye falling shut. "It's a wonder I didn't accidentally wall up a hallway I've been so distracted."
"Really?" Scott asked, sounding shy and happy.
"Yeah. Every time you smiled at me I-"
Scott didn't give him a chance to finish, taking his mouth in another kiss. Xander felt Logan reach around him and then he was caught tight between them when Logan pulled Scott into a kiss. He grabbed Scott's hips and thrust up against him.
"No more talking," Logan said, steering them all over toward his bed. He pulled off his own shirt, then went after Scott's. Scott raised his hands protectively, but Logan carefully unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from his shoulders, coming nowhere near dislodging Scott's goggles.
Xander didn't want to sit back and let them have all the fun, so he shouldered his way into standing beside Logan and went to work on Scott's jeans, popping the button and pulling at the zipper. There were soon hands on him and before he could get a good look at either man they were on the bed, limbs tangled as they moved together.
Kissing and touching he could definitely do. He had two mouths and so much skin to explore. He arched into the hands that roamed over his own skin.
Their touches were very different: Logan's were confident, almost arrogant as his hands traveled over Xander's stomach, sliding down to grip his hip possessively. Scott was gentler and more tentative, sometimes little more than fingertips that made him shiver.
He wanted to make them feel as good as he did. He rolled into Logan, reaching down to wrap his fingers around the other man's cock. It had been years since he'd done this for someone else, but judging by the way Logan slid his hand into his hair and kissed him harder he hadn't lost his touch.
Scott moved around them and then there were long clever fingers on Xander's cock, stroking him, learning what he liked. A peek showed him Logan jacking Scott's hard flesh - a circle of lust and need and Xander knew he wasn't going to last. He moaned into Logan's kiss, then began to pant.
"Come on," Scott muttered. "Come on, Xander, give it me, give it to us."
Yeah, that what he needed. Coming felt like he was breaking apart but Logan and Scott were there, holding onto him. He lay blissed out for a moment…until Logan shifted under his touch, thrusting up into his lax grip.
Xander grinned. "Problem?"
"Not yet," Logan said, thrusting up again. His hand slid down to the back of Xander's neck and clamped down.
That made him shiver again and he was stroking Logan's erection before he had time to think about it. He felt Scott's hand join his, slick with Xander's own release and Xander had to kiss him. It was a little awkward but he managed to close his other hand around Scott's cock and help Logan stroke him. He looked back and forth between them, liking the way sweat made their skin glow, liking how different they were, wishing he could see more of Scott's face. The feeling of their flesh in his hands was enough to send arousal sparking through him again.
Scott's mouth was open, his hands shaking as his fingers tangled with Xander's around Logan's cock. Beside him, Logan was all coiled power, eyes avidly looking back and forth from Scott to the hands on him to Xander and then looking at them all over again.
Scott froze just before he came, gasping out something that might have been a name. Eyes locked on him, Logan followed soon after.
Xander knelt up on the bed, looking down at them, and then at his hands and himself. He was liberally striped with streaks of come. "I'd forgotten how messy this was," he said.
"That a complaint?" Logan reached up and pulled him down into his arms, smearing him with even more slickness as Xander laughed and struggled to escape.
Scott laughed at them and Xander reached out to drag him into the mess, rubbing up against him to share it around. They were laughing and wrestling and this was what Xander had missed, more than the sex. He'd missed the simple joy of being with someone.
He ended up in the middle and felt a little uncomfortable there. He didn't want to keep coming between them. Xander tried to ease out of the middle, but two sets of arms held him in place. "I was just going to-"
"You're not going anywhere," Scott said.
"Just off to-"
Logan's arm's tightened around him. "Fine where you are."
"Pretty soon I'm gonna be stuck here permanently." Xander trailed his hand through some of the mess on Logan's hairy chest. "We all are."
"You stay," Scott said. He got out of bed, fingers trailing over first Xander's skin and then Logan's. He returned with a couple of towels and helping hands to clean them up.
Now that he was clean, Xander was feeling more comfortable and a little sleepy. He'd worked hard and had more to drink then he'd had in a long time, and he just wanted to be a man and roll over and fall asleep. Clearly it was time to get going.
Except when he went to get out of the bed, Logan and Scott were there with their arms and their mouths and he was pressed back into the mattress. His protests about Willow and needing pajamas and how there really wasn't enough room were kissed away. He found himself half under Logan with Scott pressed up to his side. It should have been claustrophobic and uncomfortable. It wasn't: he was warm and surrounded by the feel and scent of them.
The length of the day and the exertion and the beer and the sex all combined to conspire against all his intentions to be smart. It was too tempting to just close his eyes and drift off and so he did, the sound of their breathing lulling him into gentle dreams.
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