Fic: Survivors 26
This is the last bit, folks! And, uh, not work-safe.
Previous bits are here.
Part Twenty-six/Twenty-six
"Shove over," Buffy said, pushing at his legs.
Xander kept them right where they were. "I was here first," he said. "You got here late, so you get the floor."
Buffy casually lifted up one corner of the couch. "What was that?"
Xander shoved even closer to Willow than he had already rolled. "I said, sure I'll move. Cuddling is fun!"
Buffy put the couch back down and sat down on the other side of him. "God, I'm tired."
"Did one of the kids get in a lucky punch?" Xander asked.
"No. But there's so many of them and they never seem to get tired."
Giles laughed from his chair. "It becomes very wearisome, doesn't it?"
"Don't rub it in," Buffy groaned.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I will just sit here and enjoy."
Xander wrapped his arm around Buffy's shoulders. "Don't let the whippersnappers get you down."
"You look pretty good for an old woman," Willow said.
"None of you are helping," Buffy said.
Xander laughed and relaxed against the couch cushions. Squished together on the couch, tired and feeling good after a long day at work…they might have been back in Sunnydale. Except that none of them were covered in goo and he was happy with that change.
"You look happy," Willow said quietly.
"So do you," he replied. "I think we all do." He didn't just mean right at that moment, either. He knew that he was happy in Westchester. It wasn't perfect. Working on improving the mansion and the hidden facilities within and beneath it was interesting but he knew that one day the project would end. There were still demons out there and he and his friends were still in danger from them. He still woke up some nights and rolled over reaching for Anya, waking up fully when he realized that her scent and soft skin weren't there. Remembering that she was gone always sent a jolt of pain moving through him as reality set in once more.
Having the people he loved close helped. Buffy and Willow and Giles and Dawn were there every day, learning how to live after the world had changed beside him. They were there when he needed them, to share his mourning for the life and the people he had lost, or to share his pleasure in the new life he'd found.
Logan and Scott helped, too. When he woke up in the middle of the night reaching for Anya, they were there to ease him through the confusion. He had them to talk to and learn from and they made easing into this new life smoother because he had someone with him all the way.
He and the Scoobies talked idly about a visit to Cleveland and how they could go about setting up an exchange program. "The slayers must learn about mutants if they are to be effective." Giles sighed. "The logistics are going to take some planning."
"I thought you were the planning guy," Buffy said.
"I was. Too much time in the field, I suppose."
"We'll figure it out," Willow said confidently.
"But not right now," Xander said, looking at his watch.
"What, you've got an appointment?" Buffy asked.
"More like a date."
"Are you saying they snuggle better than we do?" Willow cuddled up against him. "I give good snuggle."
"You give excellent snuggle," Xander agreed. "But I still have to go."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Xander stood up. "Have a good night."
"Not as good as yours," Buffy said, grinning at him.
He left with a flush and a wave and resolving that when she began dating again he would make her regret every little teasing remark. Not that he would have missed any of the needling for the world.
The walk across the grounds in the twilight was silent and peaceful. All the students were tucked up in their beds…or at least being quiet as they broke curfew. No sound of traffic, no birds singing in the trees, no terrified screams from people being chased by demons…he could get used to the quiet here.
He was glad they had come here. Not just because they needed to learn more about mutants if they wanted to fight the good fight in the future. He was glad because he thought they all needed some quiet. He knew that it couldn't last but he thought they were all healing. They'd be stronger for it when the next apocalypse came along. He had no doubt that there would be another, and another, and another.
Thoughts of fighting had no place on these carefully manicured lawns, though, and no place in his head when he was going to meet his lovers.
He entered the mansion and walked down familiar hallways, no longer searching them for signs of damage. He did good work, careful work, but patching walls wasn't rocket science and he had finished it quickly and well, if he did say so himself. It was the improvements on the hidden portions of the mansion that were taking time and giving him a challenge.
They hadn't settled on a room to meet in, but it was getting late and there weren't that many places where they could be hiding. He decided to check Logan's room first. He didn't know how Logan had ended up with the biggest bed in the mansion, but he wasn't going to complain about it when he got to share it.
He knocked on the door before opening it. Logan never locked it - he said anyone who walked in without knowing they had an invitation deserved whatever they got. Xander didn't know if anyone deserved to get a glimpse of him naked, so he usually locked it once they were all inside. He'd given up enough privacy back in Sunnydale when they were all crammed into one house. He'd keep his sexy goodness between him and the people he wanted to see it.
"You did not," Scott said, not looking up when Xander walked in.
"Oh, I admit you helped. But I was the reason we won that simulation."
"Awesome," Xander said, stopping dead in his tracks. "I'll come back in three hours."
"We're done," Scott said.
"Yeah, because you know I'm right," Logan countered.
"Four hours?" Xander asked. It was the same argument they had every time they ran a simulation - both claimed credit for the success or blamed the other for the failure. It had been entertaining the first thirty times he'd listened to it. Now he preferred to grab a soda and a sandwich and wait it out.
"No hours," Scott said. He stood up off the bed and pulled Xander into a hug. "You smell like perfume."
"The girls wanted to snuggle."
"Snuggle?" Logan asked, moving closer.
"It's a Scooby thing."
"Uh-huh." Logan's kiss was hard and possessive.
Xander laughed against Logan's lips. "You've met Willow's girlfriend, right? Kennedy? Dark hair? She-" He gave up on teasing when Logan kissed him again. It could wait for the next time he came back to the mansion smelling of perfume.
Scott laughed at them both.
Xander could hear him walking around the room, locking the door and taking off his usual goggles in favor of a sleeker pair. They were homey sounds and they told Xander that the day was over and he was going to sleep with his lovers close by. New sounds, but good sounds. Sounds that he didn't want to lose. He returned Logan's kiss with interest.
"So neither of you feel like talking?" Scott asked.
"Is there something you want to talk about?" Logan asked.
"Maybe there is."
"God, so long as it isn't about the simulation," Xander said.
"I was the reason we won," Scott said.
Xander flung himself backward onto the bed, bouncing hard. "I want to be there for the next one."
"So you can watch and see how I'm the one who really wins it?" Logan asked.
"So I can win it and make you both shut up."
Scott reached over and picked up a pillow and thumped him with it. "There isn't room for three of us in this fight."
"You just know I'm going to win."
"I could leave you two alone," Logan offered.
Xander grinned, hearing Logan take up his usual position during the argument. He grabbed the waistband of Logan's pants and tried to tug him down onto the bed.
Logan stood there, hips twitching a little bit but otherwise unmoved.
"You're killing my ego here," Xander complained. "Can't you pretend?"
Logan crossed his arms over his chest and continued to stay on his feet.
Xander gave up on him and changed tactics quickly, rolling over so he could grab Scott's arm and jerk him down onto the bed. "Ha!"
"I think that was cheating," Scott said. He rolled on top of Xander. "In fact, I'm sure it was."
Xander swallowed. Scott was heavy and warm and he smelled like soap and skin. "I could make it up to you?"
"Maybe you'd better." Scott grinned at him, settling his weight more firmly on him.
Oh, that was nice. Xander relaxed and spread his legs a little so they could be even closer.
"Hey," Logan said.
"You just stand over there," Xander said. "You seem to be having fun with that."
Scott laughed and kissed him. Slick and hot and playful and Xander's arms went around him immediately. It was exactly what he wanted…almost. Strange how having one lover in his arms was great but not quite as good as having both pressed up against him. He wouldn't have imagined this back in Sunnydale…but there was a lot that he hadn't imagined back then.
He wrapped his leg around Scott's, cradling him even closer. Scott rolled his hips against his and Xander murmured his pleasure into the kiss. He wanted more. He wanted Scott's bare skin against his, wanted to touch and taste. He wanted…
"Logan!" Pillows buffeted Xander and Scott about their heads and shoulders. Xander raised his arms and tried his best to shield them. "Knock it off!"
"You started it." Logan held the pillow up threateningly.
"You didn't want to get on the bed," Scott pointed out.
"I changed my mind." Logan dropped the pillow and stripped off his shirt.
"What, you've got an early bedtime tonight?" Xander asked.
"I don't like waiting," Logan said. He reached over and grabbed Xander's feet, unlacing his boots and tugging them off.
Scott caught Xander's eye. "Guess we can let him win this one."
"Just this once can't hurt," Xander agreed. "Get your shirt off."
Clothes ended up piled on the floor and the bedspread got kicked down to the bottom of the bed. They all shifted around and Xander ended up in the middle, Scott pressed up against his back and Logan grinning at him as he faced him.
"You're only going to let me win once?" Logan asked. He stroked his hand over Xander's shoulder, down his arm.
"Just this once," Xander said.
"Then I guess I better make it good." He rubbed his thumb over Xander's nipple and reached over and past him with his other hand to touch Scott.
"I'm not gonna argue with that," Scott said.
"Me neither," Xander said.
Logan nodded, the grin fading from his face. He moved into Xander, claiming his mouth his a kiss. Slick and hot and not at all like Scott but just as welcome. Xander couldn't get enough of either of them. Scott pressed up close behind him, hard length pressing against his ass and lips on the back of his neck. Xander shivered.
"You all right?" Scott asked, breath puffing over Xander's ear.
"Yeah," Xander said. He pushed back against Scott, feeling the heat of him, the strength as Scott move against him.
"You're giving me ideas," Scott said.
Logan laughed. "Looking at you two always gives me ideas." He wrapped his hand around Xander's cock and pumped it once.
Scott reached around and tangled his fingers with Logan's. At the same time, he slid his cock along Xander's cleft. "Xander?"
Xander couldn't help his smile. He hadn't done this before Logan and Scott and even though that had soon changed after they'd become involved, they still treated him very carefully. Some times it got irritating but most of the time he found it sweet. This was one of the good times. "I could write you out an invitation. Make it all official."
"Well now I'm confused," Logan said. "Can't tell if you're looking to get fucked or if you want to get spanked."
Xander laughed. "No spanking. Not this time."
Moving against him again, Scott asked, "But the other?"
"Please," Xander said.
Logan kissed him deeply while Scott pulled out the lube. Xander arched into the touch of a slick, searching finger. The first slow slide of Scott's finger into him was still a shock. The stretch and burn and the surprising jolt of pleasure that made him moan this time, just like he had the first.
"I could listen to you all day," Logan said, hand moving a little faster on Xander's length.
"One of us would start to chafe," Xander said.
Logan laughed and kissed him hard, then scraped his teeth against Xander's jaw. "I'll give you chafing." He lined his cock up with Xander's and took them both in a firm grip.
Two fingers inside of him and Xander's head rolled back to fall against Scott's shoulder. "More."
"Soon," Scott promised, pushing forward so he could kiss him. He twisted his fingers, slowly and then faster. "You think I want to wait for this? You think I can wait to be inside you?"
"Then don't," Xander said. This was still new enough that he felt flutters of excitement from sheer nerves but he wanted more. He was caught between pushing forward into Logan's grip and backward into Scott and it was so good but not enough. Not nearly enough.
Scott laughed, pressing his smile against Xander's shoulder and twisted his fingers again, playing with him, teasing him, making him writhe. Xander cursed and swore and bit at Logan's lips when the other man laughed at him a little too loudly.
Finally, finally Scott was slowly sliding into him, impossibly large and perfect and Xander shook and gasped. Logan held him and Scott's hands stroked over his sides and down his arms, soothing him until his breathing evened out and he pushed back against Scott.
"You sure?" Scott asked.
Xander pushed back again, the burn turning into melting pleasure that he'd only felt in this bed. "Sure," he said.
Scott moved carefully, thrusting slowly and shallowly.
"Tease," Xander accused.
"This isn't what you wanted?"
Xander cursed.
"That's no way to talk to a guy doing nice things to you," Logan said. He pushed in closer, sandwiching Xander tightly between him and Scott. He squeezed Xander's cock, sliding his hand up to rub his thumb over the tip in circles that weren't quite firm enough to be what he needed.
Xander grabbed Logan by the hips and hauled him closer. "Moved you closer that time," he said, rubbing his cock along Logan's.
"You caught me at a weak moment," Logan said, shifting his hips in a tight circle.
Any answer Xander might have made was lost when Scott thrust forward again. His brain short-circuited and he shuddered. He drew in a long breath and then Logan's lips were on his, mouth taking his in a hungry kiss. His tongue slid over Xander's, flickered against his teeth, claimed him and taunted him all at the same time.
Scott shifted behind him, moving his arm around so he could reach around and slip his hand between Logan's cock and his belly. He cupped his palm around Logan and Xander's hard lengths.
"Nice," Logan said, lips moving against Xander's jaw. He moved into Xander and into Scott's touch.
Logan's cock against his, Scott's fingers against his, Scott inside of him…it was heaven and it only got better when Scott began to move. He was surrounded by them, by their skin and their taste and their scent and their heat. By their love.
"Come on," Logan urged, lips on his throat. "I can smell how much you want to come."
Xander couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel and everything was so right…"Please," he said.
"Please what?" Scott asked. "Please touch you? Please fuck you?" He kissed Xander's ear. "Please love you?"
"Mmm," Xander said, beyond words. He wanted it all. Logan's teeth scraped over his jaw and Scott shifted his hips just so and Xander was coming, his orgasm wringing him out, leaving him gasping and limp.
"God you smell good," Logan said, humping up against him harder and harder. "Both of you."
Scott was pushing into him, hips pistoning faster until his hand tightened around Logan's and Xander's cocks and he went utterly still against Xander's back. Xander whimpered and Logan swore, coming with a stuttering jerk of his hips.
He was sticky and sweaty and too warm. Xander closed his eye and breathed in deeply. "I never want to move again."
"Fine by me," Scott said.
"Better than wasting time trying to beat me in a simulation," Logan said.
Xander shouted and laughed as Scott crawled over him as he tried to smother Logan with a pillow. He gave up on basking quietly so he could join in on the wrestling.
This was home and he wasn't going anywhere.
**
Previous bits are here.
Part Twenty-six/Twenty-six
"Shove over," Buffy said, pushing at his legs.
Xander kept them right where they were. "I was here first," he said. "You got here late, so you get the floor."
Buffy casually lifted up one corner of the couch. "What was that?"
Xander shoved even closer to Willow than he had already rolled. "I said, sure I'll move. Cuddling is fun!"
Buffy put the couch back down and sat down on the other side of him. "God, I'm tired."
"Did one of the kids get in a lucky punch?" Xander asked.
"No. But there's so many of them and they never seem to get tired."
Giles laughed from his chair. "It becomes very wearisome, doesn't it?"
"Don't rub it in," Buffy groaned.
"I wouldn't dream of it. I will just sit here and enjoy."
Xander wrapped his arm around Buffy's shoulders. "Don't let the whippersnappers get you down."
"You look pretty good for an old woman," Willow said.
"None of you are helping," Buffy said.
Xander laughed and relaxed against the couch cushions. Squished together on the couch, tired and feeling good after a long day at work…they might have been back in Sunnydale. Except that none of them were covered in goo and he was happy with that change.
"You look happy," Willow said quietly.
"So do you," he replied. "I think we all do." He didn't just mean right at that moment, either. He knew that he was happy in Westchester. It wasn't perfect. Working on improving the mansion and the hidden facilities within and beneath it was interesting but he knew that one day the project would end. There were still demons out there and he and his friends were still in danger from them. He still woke up some nights and rolled over reaching for Anya, waking up fully when he realized that her scent and soft skin weren't there. Remembering that she was gone always sent a jolt of pain moving through him as reality set in once more.
Having the people he loved close helped. Buffy and Willow and Giles and Dawn were there every day, learning how to live after the world had changed beside him. They were there when he needed them, to share his mourning for the life and the people he had lost, or to share his pleasure in the new life he'd found.
Logan and Scott helped, too. When he woke up in the middle of the night reaching for Anya, they were there to ease him through the confusion. He had them to talk to and learn from and they made easing into this new life smoother because he had someone with him all the way.
He and the Scoobies talked idly about a visit to Cleveland and how they could go about setting up an exchange program. "The slayers must learn about mutants if they are to be effective." Giles sighed. "The logistics are going to take some planning."
"I thought you were the planning guy," Buffy said.
"I was. Too much time in the field, I suppose."
"We'll figure it out," Willow said confidently.
"But not right now," Xander said, looking at his watch.
"What, you've got an appointment?" Buffy asked.
"More like a date."
"Are you saying they snuggle better than we do?" Willow cuddled up against him. "I give good snuggle."
"You give excellent snuggle," Xander agreed. "But I still have to go."
"See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah." Xander stood up. "Have a good night."
"Not as good as yours," Buffy said, grinning at him.
He left with a flush and a wave and resolving that when she began dating again he would make her regret every little teasing remark. Not that he would have missed any of the needling for the world.
The walk across the grounds in the twilight was silent and peaceful. All the students were tucked up in their beds…or at least being quiet as they broke curfew. No sound of traffic, no birds singing in the trees, no terrified screams from people being chased by demons…he could get used to the quiet here.
He was glad they had come here. Not just because they needed to learn more about mutants if they wanted to fight the good fight in the future. He was glad because he thought they all needed some quiet. He knew that it couldn't last but he thought they were all healing. They'd be stronger for it when the next apocalypse came along. He had no doubt that there would be another, and another, and another.
Thoughts of fighting had no place on these carefully manicured lawns, though, and no place in his head when he was going to meet his lovers.
He entered the mansion and walked down familiar hallways, no longer searching them for signs of damage. He did good work, careful work, but patching walls wasn't rocket science and he had finished it quickly and well, if he did say so himself. It was the improvements on the hidden portions of the mansion that were taking time and giving him a challenge.
They hadn't settled on a room to meet in, but it was getting late and there weren't that many places where they could be hiding. He decided to check Logan's room first. He didn't know how Logan had ended up with the biggest bed in the mansion, but he wasn't going to complain about it when he got to share it.
He knocked on the door before opening it. Logan never locked it - he said anyone who walked in without knowing they had an invitation deserved whatever they got. Xander didn't know if anyone deserved to get a glimpse of him naked, so he usually locked it once they were all inside. He'd given up enough privacy back in Sunnydale when they were all crammed into one house. He'd keep his sexy goodness between him and the people he wanted to see it.
"You did not," Scott said, not looking up when Xander walked in.
"Oh, I admit you helped. But I was the reason we won that simulation."
"Awesome," Xander said, stopping dead in his tracks. "I'll come back in three hours."
"We're done," Scott said.
"Yeah, because you know I'm right," Logan countered.
"Four hours?" Xander asked. It was the same argument they had every time they ran a simulation - both claimed credit for the success or blamed the other for the failure. It had been entertaining the first thirty times he'd listened to it. Now he preferred to grab a soda and a sandwich and wait it out.
"No hours," Scott said. He stood up off the bed and pulled Xander into a hug. "You smell like perfume."
"The girls wanted to snuggle."
"Snuggle?" Logan asked, moving closer.
"It's a Scooby thing."
"Uh-huh." Logan's kiss was hard and possessive.
Xander laughed against Logan's lips. "You've met Willow's girlfriend, right? Kennedy? Dark hair? She-" He gave up on teasing when Logan kissed him again. It could wait for the next time he came back to the mansion smelling of perfume.
Scott laughed at them both.
Xander could hear him walking around the room, locking the door and taking off his usual goggles in favor of a sleeker pair. They were homey sounds and they told Xander that the day was over and he was going to sleep with his lovers close by. New sounds, but good sounds. Sounds that he didn't want to lose. He returned Logan's kiss with interest.
"So neither of you feel like talking?" Scott asked.
"Is there something you want to talk about?" Logan asked.
"Maybe there is."
"God, so long as it isn't about the simulation," Xander said.
"I was the reason we won," Scott said.
Xander flung himself backward onto the bed, bouncing hard. "I want to be there for the next one."
"So you can watch and see how I'm the one who really wins it?" Logan asked.
"So I can win it and make you both shut up."
Scott reached over and picked up a pillow and thumped him with it. "There isn't room for three of us in this fight."
"You just know I'm going to win."
"I could leave you two alone," Logan offered.
Xander grinned, hearing Logan take up his usual position during the argument. He grabbed the waistband of Logan's pants and tried to tug him down onto the bed.
Logan stood there, hips twitching a little bit but otherwise unmoved.
"You're killing my ego here," Xander complained. "Can't you pretend?"
Logan crossed his arms over his chest and continued to stay on his feet.
Xander gave up on him and changed tactics quickly, rolling over so he could grab Scott's arm and jerk him down onto the bed. "Ha!"
"I think that was cheating," Scott said. He rolled on top of Xander. "In fact, I'm sure it was."
Xander swallowed. Scott was heavy and warm and he smelled like soap and skin. "I could make it up to you?"
"Maybe you'd better." Scott grinned at him, settling his weight more firmly on him.
Oh, that was nice. Xander relaxed and spread his legs a little so they could be even closer.
"Hey," Logan said.
"You just stand over there," Xander said. "You seem to be having fun with that."
Scott laughed and kissed him. Slick and hot and playful and Xander's arms went around him immediately. It was exactly what he wanted…almost. Strange how having one lover in his arms was great but not quite as good as having both pressed up against him. He wouldn't have imagined this back in Sunnydale…but there was a lot that he hadn't imagined back then.
He wrapped his leg around Scott's, cradling him even closer. Scott rolled his hips against his and Xander murmured his pleasure into the kiss. He wanted more. He wanted Scott's bare skin against his, wanted to touch and taste. He wanted…
"Logan!" Pillows buffeted Xander and Scott about their heads and shoulders. Xander raised his arms and tried his best to shield them. "Knock it off!"
"You started it." Logan held the pillow up threateningly.
"You didn't want to get on the bed," Scott pointed out.
"I changed my mind." Logan dropped the pillow and stripped off his shirt.
"What, you've got an early bedtime tonight?" Xander asked.
"I don't like waiting," Logan said. He reached over and grabbed Xander's feet, unlacing his boots and tugging them off.
Scott caught Xander's eye. "Guess we can let him win this one."
"Just this once can't hurt," Xander agreed. "Get your shirt off."
Clothes ended up piled on the floor and the bedspread got kicked down to the bottom of the bed. They all shifted around and Xander ended up in the middle, Scott pressed up against his back and Logan grinning at him as he faced him.
"You're only going to let me win once?" Logan asked. He stroked his hand over Xander's shoulder, down his arm.
"Just this once," Xander said.
"Then I guess I better make it good." He rubbed his thumb over Xander's nipple and reached over and past him with his other hand to touch Scott.
"I'm not gonna argue with that," Scott said.
"Me neither," Xander said.
Logan nodded, the grin fading from his face. He moved into Xander, claiming his mouth his a kiss. Slick and hot and not at all like Scott but just as welcome. Xander couldn't get enough of either of them. Scott pressed up close behind him, hard length pressing against his ass and lips on the back of his neck. Xander shivered.
"You all right?" Scott asked, breath puffing over Xander's ear.
"Yeah," Xander said. He pushed back against Scott, feeling the heat of him, the strength as Scott move against him.
"You're giving me ideas," Scott said.
Logan laughed. "Looking at you two always gives me ideas." He wrapped his hand around Xander's cock and pumped it once.
Scott reached around and tangled his fingers with Logan's. At the same time, he slid his cock along Xander's cleft. "Xander?"
Xander couldn't help his smile. He hadn't done this before Logan and Scott and even though that had soon changed after they'd become involved, they still treated him very carefully. Some times it got irritating but most of the time he found it sweet. This was one of the good times. "I could write you out an invitation. Make it all official."
"Well now I'm confused," Logan said. "Can't tell if you're looking to get fucked or if you want to get spanked."
Xander laughed. "No spanking. Not this time."
Moving against him again, Scott asked, "But the other?"
"Please," Xander said.
Logan kissed him deeply while Scott pulled out the lube. Xander arched into the touch of a slick, searching finger. The first slow slide of Scott's finger into him was still a shock. The stretch and burn and the surprising jolt of pleasure that made him moan this time, just like he had the first.
"I could listen to you all day," Logan said, hand moving a little faster on Xander's length.
"One of us would start to chafe," Xander said.
Logan laughed and kissed him hard, then scraped his teeth against Xander's jaw. "I'll give you chafing." He lined his cock up with Xander's and took them both in a firm grip.
Two fingers inside of him and Xander's head rolled back to fall against Scott's shoulder. "More."
"Soon," Scott promised, pushing forward so he could kiss him. He twisted his fingers, slowly and then faster. "You think I want to wait for this? You think I can wait to be inside you?"
"Then don't," Xander said. This was still new enough that he felt flutters of excitement from sheer nerves but he wanted more. He was caught between pushing forward into Logan's grip and backward into Scott and it was so good but not enough. Not nearly enough.
Scott laughed, pressing his smile against Xander's shoulder and twisted his fingers again, playing with him, teasing him, making him writhe. Xander cursed and swore and bit at Logan's lips when the other man laughed at him a little too loudly.
Finally, finally Scott was slowly sliding into him, impossibly large and perfect and Xander shook and gasped. Logan held him and Scott's hands stroked over his sides and down his arms, soothing him until his breathing evened out and he pushed back against Scott.
"You sure?" Scott asked.
Xander pushed back again, the burn turning into melting pleasure that he'd only felt in this bed. "Sure," he said.
Scott moved carefully, thrusting slowly and shallowly.
"Tease," Xander accused.
"This isn't what you wanted?"
Xander cursed.
"That's no way to talk to a guy doing nice things to you," Logan said. He pushed in closer, sandwiching Xander tightly between him and Scott. He squeezed Xander's cock, sliding his hand up to rub his thumb over the tip in circles that weren't quite firm enough to be what he needed.
Xander grabbed Logan by the hips and hauled him closer. "Moved you closer that time," he said, rubbing his cock along Logan's.
"You caught me at a weak moment," Logan said, shifting his hips in a tight circle.
Any answer Xander might have made was lost when Scott thrust forward again. His brain short-circuited and he shuddered. He drew in a long breath and then Logan's lips were on his, mouth taking his in a hungry kiss. His tongue slid over Xander's, flickered against his teeth, claimed him and taunted him all at the same time.
Scott shifted behind him, moving his arm around so he could reach around and slip his hand between Logan's cock and his belly. He cupped his palm around Logan and Xander's hard lengths.
"Nice," Logan said, lips moving against Xander's jaw. He moved into Xander and into Scott's touch.
Logan's cock against his, Scott's fingers against his, Scott inside of him…it was heaven and it only got better when Scott began to move. He was surrounded by them, by their skin and their taste and their scent and their heat. By their love.
"Come on," Logan urged, lips on his throat. "I can smell how much you want to come."
Xander couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel and everything was so right…"Please," he said.
"Please what?" Scott asked. "Please touch you? Please fuck you?" He kissed Xander's ear. "Please love you?"
"Mmm," Xander said, beyond words. He wanted it all. Logan's teeth scraped over his jaw and Scott shifted his hips just so and Xander was coming, his orgasm wringing him out, leaving him gasping and limp.
"God you smell good," Logan said, humping up against him harder and harder. "Both of you."
Scott was pushing into him, hips pistoning faster until his hand tightened around Logan's and Xander's cocks and he went utterly still against Xander's back. Xander whimpered and Logan swore, coming with a stuttering jerk of his hips.
He was sticky and sweaty and too warm. Xander closed his eye and breathed in deeply. "I never want to move again."
"Fine by me," Scott said.
"Better than wasting time trying to beat me in a simulation," Logan said.
Xander shouted and laughed as Scott crawled over him as he tried to smother Logan with a pillow. He gave up on basking quietly so he could join in on the wrestling.
This was home and he wasn't going anywhere.
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