Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who has kept reading and reviewing. I know these updates come slow. I appreciate your patience! Once again, this chapter involves graphic depictions of sex between men. If this does not appeal to or interest you, consider yourself warned.

Chapter 6

The next morning, as the fog of sleep began to clear, I had a momentary bit of disorientation. In my time with the X-Men since, I've gotten quite used to waking up in strange places. Back then I had pretty much only slept in my own bed at the mansion. Soon I regained my senses and my vision was filled with a soft, blue haze as I realized I was cuddled tightly against the glorious man who had made love to me the night before. I was nestled against the giant expanse of his back and I could feel the mountainous rise and fall of his steady slumber. My face was buried against his shoulder and I began to realize I was spooning him, my arm wound with his and our hands loosely clasped. The sensation of being naked head to toe against Hank's incredibly soft fur is indescribably glorious. It is my favorite place to be.

The events of the previous day began to drift into my mind. Even though the evidence was lightly snoring right next to me, I still couldn't believe I had finally made love with Hank. The dull ache in my ass was a reminder that I was no longer a virgin in any sense of the word. It was not a bad ache at all. It was like the soreness after a workout…satisfying, content. Being filled by Hank, having the kind of connectedness that can only come from such intercourse, had given me a deep sense of peace. All my neurosis and anxiety of the past years seemed so distant in those moments, like a dream you remember having but can't exactly understand. Hank so completely filled my heart, so totally overtook me, that I felt fearless, perfect, and complete. It made me think of one of my favorite songs:

Theywillseeuswavingfromsuchgreatheights.

"Come down now," they'll say.

But everything looks perfect from far away.

"Come down now,"

But we'll stay.

As I basked in those warm, fuzzy thoughts, my body began to respond to the warm, fuzzy giant against me. The feeling of his hard, muscular, furry ass against my cock turned my normal morning wood into a raging, dripping beast of its own. I couldn't help but rub a steady rhythm in the firm trough of his crack. My sex began to grow insistent. I knew he wasn't awake and I shouldn't be bothering him, but my hand seemed to have its own ideas as it rubbed the ridges of his abs on a downward track. I realized that my other arm was stretched out underneath his shoulder and along his own massive limb and I grabbed his outstretched hand in mine as I pressed my whole body against him. I was like a tomcat in heat as I tried to get every part of me touching this thick, hairy beast in my clutches. Even my feet were luxuriating in the soft soles of his, my toes reveling in the warmth of those giants.

Well, I suppose when a horny and embarrassingly insistent young man gets the notion to attack you in your bed, you can't be expected to stay asleep for long. Hank began to stir, his body responding to mine with a gentle grinding. My hand, which had been fascinated by the curves and ridges of his rock-hard stomach, soon found itself nudged by the tip of a rock-hard cock. I gently grasped the smooth foreskin and wrapped around the incredibly thick shaft. As I measured its girth with my fingers I was amazed it had fit in my ass. Everything about Hank was strong and thick, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mmmmm…If this is a dream, then I want to sleep for a thousand years," Hank growled drowsily as he pushed his ass further against my hard-on. This drove the head of my dick between his abundant buns and up against the soft firmness of his pucker. I had the intense desire to fuck the hell out of this beautiful beast.

The realization that my hormones had driven Hank from slumber suddenly overtook me and I began to feel a bit ashamed of my out-of-control adolescent desires.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Hank. It's just…you feel so fucking good," I moaned as my hand began to slide his foreskin back over his wide cock head.

"Sorry? Oh baby…There's no other way on earth that I'd rather wake up!" He said as he started to gently kiss my forearm. "And I think you have a rather clear idea of where you'd like to take this." He chuckled as he flexed his ass around the shaft of my dick.

"Well…" I whispered in his ear, "the thought had occurred to me. I mean…if you want to, that is." I had no idea of Hank ever bottomed before. I knew that some guys were strict tops, and he sure as hell knew how to top. As if I thought it might convince him, I began to nibble gently on is earlobe.

"Oh I most definitely want to feel you inside me, my love," he responded as he turned his head to kiss me. Our tongues intertwined as I began to press eagerly against the ring of his asshole. I fondled his ample shaft and started to wrap my feet around his as our grinding began to get more intense. The feel of his fur wriggling against my bare skin was almost more than I could bear.

He stopped and managed to deftly turn himself around so we were face-to-face. This removed my cock from the delightful confines of his ass and I could not disguise my disappointment. Hank's face lit up as he wrapped his arms around me, our cocks pressed together, and began to lick the nape of my neck. This sensation flooded my brain with intense pleasure and I realized he had quickly discovered yet another of my hot spots. I was putty against him.

"Now, now, my boy," he gently chided between licks, "we are in no rush. I want you to enjoy me before you ravage my ass."

I think my response was something like "Aarrhhhlllrrgghhhoooohhhh yeaaaahhh" as he lightly nipped the fiery nerves of my throat. Our cocks both dripping wet as they battled down below. His nimble feet began to caress up the back of my legs as his body seemed to swallow me up. I felt like all of the bones in my body liquefied in his arms…well, except one "bone".

He stopped his merciless attack on my neck and I could feel his gaze upon me. I opened my eyes and found myself engulfed in the blue expanse of him. I flexed my vision and zoomed in on his eyes. The perfect, flawless geometry of color was breathtaking. Usually people have slight variations and imperfections in the coloration of their iris, but his was completely uniform, a deep aqua sea created by his mutation. What I saw was beyond physical, however.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and that might be true. All I know is at that moment I could see the depth of his feeling, the truth of his expression. The loneliness, the isolation of his history, was slowly being devoured by another feeling, something that was beyond his ability to express. In it I could see my own truth, a binding to him that wasn't about waveforms or atoms or molecular structures. This was the first time my vision could sense something more than scientific particles. This was…much deeper.

"I love you," he breathed, and pressed his lips against me.

His tongue dove into my mouth and I sucked it in like a starving pup. He rolled back and pulled me on top of him. I was my turn to assault his body, and I dove down his neck, savoring the taste of his fur on my tongue. I found the skin beneath and clasped my jaw gently around his throat, bouncing the tip of my tongue against the sensitive spots. He cried out in pleasure and started to buck against the sensation.

I grabbed his hands and raised them above his head. I remembered what he had told me about including all of the senses, so I buried my face in his fuzzy pits and inhaled his scent. My head was dizzy with the pheromones of his musk and I instinctively lapped and bit his fur. He began to purr and writhe beneath me. I switched to his other pit and did the same, eagerly taking in the smells I knew would be unique to Hank. I was drunk on his aroma and became a beast of my own as I attacked his body.

I found his thick knobby nipples that topped his mountainous pecs and chewed lightly on their rubbery goodness. This sent Hank into a frenzy as a massive paw came down on the back of my head and pressed my face tighter against his chest. His cock was pulsing against me, and I was afraid I'd set him off already. I chewed on this other tit until his purring started into a long moan.

"Oooooh yeah, boy, you are learning…that's so good," he whimpered.

His dick was leaking like a fountainhead, and I wanted some of that juice. I dove down lower until the tip was bouncing insistently against my chin. I scraped my goatee against the sensitive head emerging from the sheath of his foreskin. He practically jumped out of his skin at the feeling and I thought for a second he was going to blow. I ran my tongue under between the skin and the head, scooping up the delicious flavors of his manhood. Hank was huffing and cursing silently as he tried to cram his cock into my mouth. His massive balls were hanging in my palm and I gently rolled them around as I engulfed his amazing, thick, solid cock in my throat.

"Oh gooooooood, yeah…suck me, Alex," he cried as he practically lifted us both off the bed with his incredible strength.

I was still a novice cocksucker, but I managed to relax and remember what he taught me the night before. I peeled the skin back with my tongue and sucked the head into my gullet. Slowly he sank into my face and I soon had my chin on his balls and inhaled the mind-blowing musk of his crotch. I back off again slowly until just the head was between my lips and worked my tongue all over the wet, oozing tip. I had actually read up on fellatio techniques on the Internet a while back and, with my usual scholarly devotion, carefully applied every trick. This mighty, powerful man was completely in my power, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed with ecstasy.

That's not to say he wasn't busy himself. Hank's feet were incredibly agile and my position placed my own throbbing member in a very strategic place. He soon had me between his soles and was working an amazing magic with those incredible toes. Up to the head and down to my balls they went, caressing and pumping me into another world. They were like little men of their own, worshiping and exploring every part of my cock. I was soon thrusting around them, ready to coat them with my load.

As our tempo increased, I realized that as much I craved Hank's cum down my throat, I wanted to extract it in a different way. At the zenith of our passion, I released his member from my mouth and began to work on his balls. I took one, then the other, bathing them in spit. Hank understood where I wanted to go. His feet let go of my dick and he raised his tree-trunk legs into the air. I was once again in new territory as I began my journey down.

My tongue traced underneath his sack as his ass rose up to meet me. I took a moment to take in this site. Hank's ass was almost like a gorilla's…wide, thick, and unbelievably muscular. That's how he's able to make such impossible leaps into the air. He was almost bent in half with no effort and his dark purple pucker shown bright and smooth within the azure forest of his ass. It was amazing. I grabbed those meaty cheeks and, with no hesitation, dove in and lapped at his delicious rosebud.

"Uggghhhh…don't stop, Alex...so fucking good," Hank said as he raised his ass further against my face.

I licked and sucked on his ass for what seemed like ages. I couldn't get enough as I drove my tongue into his hole. He was wiggling and grinding against me trying to get more of my tongue. I began to dig gently with first one, then two fingers as I opened him up. He was so hot and soft inside as my digits dipped into his chute. When my fingertips hit his prostate his cock jumped and he started to buck his hips. Soon I realized neither one of us could take much more of this. Hank's jaw was slack and he was panting in heat. It was time to top the beast.

I had spotted where Hank's special lube had landed the night before, and I managed to quickly scoop it up. In no time I had my throbbing dick slicked up. Hank looked up at me with an animalistic lust that would have been scary if it hadn't been so damn sexy. Gone was the lab-coat scientist…he was a man who needed to be fucked.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuuccck," we cried simultaneously as I penetrated him.

It was all I could do not to lose my load as I pushed the head of my dick into his ass. Hank's anus sucked up my cock eagerly and I was soon balls deep in this giant blue beauty. The feeling of his guts wrapped around me was beyond anything I could have imagined. It was hot, wet, tight, and slick. I had to control myself and remember to hang on to my wad as long as I could. I fought the urge to pummel him and instead probed with long, achingly slow strokes. I felt the head hit the firm nub of his prostate and I aimed every deliberate intake to drag across it. My teacher had taught me anatomy quite well and I tried to hit Hank's button with every stroke.

"Hank…your ass is so amazing…I…oh god," I panted as my words soon drifted into unintelligible groaning.

"Oh yeah, boy, you're hitting it…oh shit…," Hank growled as he started to work his ass back against my thrusts. His athleticism soon made me lose track of who was doing the actual fucking. He was up, down, back and forth with each stroke and soon I could not stand such a slow grind. My need was building and so was the force of my plunging dick.

Soon Hank as nearly bent in half, the tip of his glorious cock so delightfully close to his lips. Of course it dawned on me in my sexual haze that he could very easily suck himself, so I put just enough pressure on his hips to let him know what I was thinking. Hank soon caught on and in one fell swoop he slurped up the head of his own dick. With each thrust I drove him in and out of his own mouth. I knew with my cock in his ass and his own filling his mouth, Hank was in heaven.

This position also put his feet right in my sights, and I remembered what he had done to me when he was the top. His furry paws were exotic and beautiful. I dragged my tongue up one sensational sole. Hank's whole body shivered at the feeling and his ass clamped down hard on my cock, so I stepped up my foot worship. I bathed both of his massive, soft soles and sucked on his fuzzy toes. The effect was incredible. Hank was going insane, moaning wildly and sucking furiously on his cock. I soon started to love sucking on his toes, driving my tongue between them as I drove my cock deeper and harder into his ass. I would press one foot against my cheek as I worked on the other with my lips and tongue, then I'd switch up. I'd never imagined such as scene before but it was beyond amazing.

Between my foot work, my cock's assault on his prostate, and his own oral ministrations, it became too much for Hank. He practically screamed around his cock as I saw his shaft pulse and felt the vibrations of his orgasm inside his ass. His balls drew up tight and his cock swelled even thicker as it began to pump cum into his mouth.

My fucking was frenzied as I watched him unload. The wave that had been building in my balls began to crash through me. With one final thrust I buried deep into him and bit down on the ball of his right foot. The cum seemed to flow from every part of my body, out the head of my cock, and far up into Hank. I was crying out in some strange language as my brain short-circuited with pleasure. It seemed like I'd never stop washing his guts with my jism as my cock was milked by the strength of his ass.

"Don't swallow!" I managed to say as I crashed down on top of him and drove my tongue into his mouth. Together we shared his sweet, tangy, delicious load in a deep kiss.

"Oh man," I panted as we broke our wet, messy lips apart. "That was…oh man…"

"It…indeed," was all Hank could manage to respond as he came down to earth. "So…very…wow."

We both smiled stupidly and burst out laughing at the sheer joy of our union and our incoherence as a result. My first experience inside another man, inside the man I loved most in the world, left me awash in bliss and contentment. Any performance anxiety I had harbored before vanished as I realized my sexual instincts were good enough to leave Hank clearly satisfied. That didn't stop me from seeking his approval, however.

"So, did I do alright, then?" I asked sheepishly as I felt my deflated cock slip from the warm, wet confines of him.

Hank looked at me as if I'd grown a second head on my shoulders. After a moment he smiled at my youthful insecurity and caressed my head with his massive paw.

"Alex, you were spectacular. I wanted to just let you go and follow your desires and you showed me passion, imagination, and generosity. Getting me to suck my own cock was fantastic. I'll admit I've done that on my own a time or two…well, maybe more than that," he admitted awkwardly. "And what you did to my feet! Oh, that was excellent!" He giggled and rolled his eyes in glee. "Sex should be about exploring what you and your partner like," he explained as he wrapped his huge arms around me and stroked my back. "You'll learn new things about yourself and your partner if you're willing to be open to adventure. Some people like routine when it comes to sex, but I think it's far more fun to discover new pleasures."

Hank is ever the teacher, and I was thankful for his praise. Soon we realized that two romps in the sack left us both starving. We got cleaned up and within an hour were on our way to get some breakfast. When I realized we were going into the X-Men team kitchen instead of the student cafeteria, I grew anxious.

While I had been on a few missions, I was technically still a student. Hank seemed to sense my worry and put a reassuring hand on my shoulder as he guided me through the door. Just as when we had come out of the lab yesterday, the dream of the bedroom had given way to the reality of the mansion. What would the team think if they caught Hank and I walking in to breakfast together on a Saturday morning? And the team kitchen, no less! No student could just waltz into places like this. I don't think there was any written rule, but the students were the students and the X-Men were the…well, the teachers. The twain just did not meet so casually. I was extremely self-conscious, but did my best to play it cool.

Of course, the kitchen was not empty. That would have been too easy. Jean Grey and Storm were sitting around one of the three small oak tables drinking coffee dressed casually for the day while Scott was at the counter preparing a bagel. My heart was pounding in my head as I feared what kind of confrontation with three of the top X-Men might happen when they noticed me, which of course they did the moment I came through the door with my new blue lover grinning behind me.

"Oh, good morning, guys!" Jean greeting cheerfully as Storm and Scott look up at us. I knew the second I caught Storm's eyes that she knew exactly what was up. She seemed to stifle both surprise and laughter as she did her best to maintain her composure. I was waiting for…I don't know…something disapproving, but instead got what can only be described as an "alright for you" expression. I smiled weakly. Jean's expression was unreadable. She looked as if it was the most natural thing in the world for me to burst in here with her big, blue teammate.

Scott, however, was clearly surprised to see me and did not hide it. As the leader of the team, I expected him to be aware of protocol above all others.

"Well, Alex…fancy meeting you here," he said simply as he gave a questioning look over my shoulder at Hank.

"Yes, good morning ladies and Scott," Hank chimed merrily. "Alex and I have had a…long night and I thought it would be nice for use to have a solid meal before we attack our day, right, Alex?" He clapped his hand on my back gently as an encouragement to get the hell into the kitchen and deal with it.

"Morning, Hank," Scott said warily as he walked to the table, bagel in hand. Even his red glasses could not mask his scrutiny from me. "Well, I suppose we should get going to that market, Jean, before it gets too crowded." He walked past us and shot Hank an inquisitorial look, to which Hank returned a giant, toothy, totally innocent grin that fooled no one. "Hope you two have a productive day," he quipped as he disappeared out the door.

"Um…hello Miss Grey, Miss Munroe," I said as confidently as I could.

Jean sensed my discomfort right away, of course, but it didn't take a telepath to see I was kind of freaking out.

"For god sake, Alex, sit down and relax," she chided playfully. "Don't worry about Scott. He's way too stuck on formality. You know how he is, Hank."

"Indeed, I do, Jean. He'll get over it," Hank replied and he walked over to the coffee machine. "Coffee, Dar –uh – Alex?"

In retrospect, Hank was clearly playing with my anxiety with his little slip, but I couldn't help but wince as I answered in the affirmative. I've been a coffee and caffeine fiend for ages and never pass up the offer of a cup. I sat down tentatively at another table as he grabbed and filled a couple of mugs. He brought one over to me then proceeded to open a cabinet and grab one of what I soon would learn to be his signature kitchen aprons. This one said "Kiss the Cook" and I knew he picked it to taunt me. I sipped my coffee nervously, thankful for the delight of a nice, robust brew to soothe my brain. Jean and Oro remained silent and exchanged knowing looks.

"So, Alex, how are things going for you? I hear you're juggling your school and trainings quite well."

"Oh, yes, fine, thanks, Miss Munroe. I have good teachers, so it's really not so hard," I replied and immediately regretted my choice of words. Hank gave a little cough of a laugh that he tried to hide behind the banging of the pans he was taking from the cupboard.

"Well, it's obvious you are able to keep your hands on everything fairly well," Storm answered innocently as Jean shot her a wicked look.

I could feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment, but I managed to casually form some sort of reply to that.

"OK, well, I better get Scott and head out to that market," Jean announced suddenly as she rose from her chair.

"Yeah, I suppose I should go program the Danger Room for today's training. You're going to be there, right, Alex?" Storm asked as she stood at the doorway.

I had forgotten about the training that day, so I was grateful for her reminder. I also took it as a good sign that I probably wasn't going to be kicked out for sleeping with my teacher. At least not right away.

"Yes, of course, Miss Munroe. I'll be there at three."

"Good, see you then. You boys have a good day, now!" She winked has she left the room.

I sank my head in my hands and heaved a huge sigh of embarrassment.

"Oh man," I whined. "They totally know. They totally know about us, Hank. Oh, man…"

"Will you relax, Alex?" Hank said as he took a stack of eggs and veggies out of the fridge. "Of course they know. You're wearing the same clothes as you did last night, and their quite rumpled at that. Congratulations on your first walk of shame."

"What? Are you kidding me? And you're fine with this? I'm a student, for crissake, and you are my teacher. We are sooooo dead." My voice was starting to crack as my freak-out started to peak.

"First of all," he replied calmly as he fired up the burner on the stove, "we are consenting adults. You are of legal age and what we did was between us; no one else. Second, we did not break any rules or ethics. Third, you are a student perhaps as a formality only. You have almost completed all of your classes and you are training as if you are already a full part of the team." He was whipping up eggs and milk in a bowl as he looked at me over the wire rims of his glasses. "There was certainly no fuss about Scott and Jean, nor should there be about us."

"Um, but we are two guys, Hank. Do you think everyone's going to just be totally cool about us being gay lovers?"

"Hm. That is really the heart of this, isn't it, Alex?" He set the bowl of eggs on the counter and came over to me. I was hanging my head and rubbing my temples. His big blue feet came into view then he knelt down in front of me and turned my face up to his. "I'm sorry. I should have considered this before. We both know this has to go public at some point if we are going to be in a serious relationship. I have never had any fear of anyone else knowing my sexuality, and I suppose that is because my obvious mutation has made me somewhat…immune to worrying what others think. You, however, are a young man and have all of the perfectly understandable and natural fears of what it means to come out."

I could feel my emotions swell as I started to realize what coming out about my sexuality and my relationship with Hank really meant. When you practically grow up around people who are different and ostracized by most of society, it might not seem like such a big deal to be gay. But people are people, even if those people can walk through walls or shoot lasers out of their eyes. They carry the same fears and prejudices that humanity has built through thousands of years of civilization and all the trappings it builds.

"Hey, Alex, it's going to be alright, I promise you," he cooed as he caressed my hair and held my hand. "You won't be alone in this. I'm standing here with you. I know this is all so fast for you. It's fast for me, too, but I guess over the years I've gotten used to dealing with things quickly."

Hank kissed me on the forehead. "Let me ask you this, Alex. Do you want to build a relationship with me? Do you want to be lovers? Not just sex, but everything else that goes with it. I'm not saying we have to move fast, but if you want to take this seriously, then we need to figure that out so we can deal with it."

Was he crazy? Did I want to be lovers? Weren't we already? What did I say in the lab? What about last night? Wasn't that was lovers do? That was long before I understood the difference between love and sex; when the two were equal and when they were not. At that time I figured that the deal had been sealed. It was simple, right? We kissed, we made love, and ergo we were lovers. Oh, what a naïve little man I was!

"Hank," I finally managed to say, "that's all I've ever wanted."

"Alright, then," he said. "It's you and me against the world, as they say, right? You'll never have to fear. I love you and will stand with you regardless of what happens or what anyone says. I also have a feeling you'll find we have more allies in this than you think. Look at me, Alex." I lifted my eyes to his and once again found myself pulled back from into the warmth of him, the calm, steady gaze that never fails to bring me back to earth. "It's going to be alright. One step at a time, right?" I nodded as I started to calm down. "Good. Now just relax and let me make you the greatest breakfast you'll ever eat!" He kissed me sweetly and jumped back over to the counter.

As my beautiful blue-fuzzed man chopped, sautéed, and scrambled away, I sipped my coffee and thought about what he said. I knew I was in for a whole lot more awkward moments with friends, teammates, and family – I hadn't even thought about what my parents would think – but Hank was there. He is strong, reassuring, confident, and calm. I knew things would be fine as long as he was with me.

I was so lost in thought that I was startled when he set down a plate of the most incredible combination of eggs, veggies, and cheese that I'd ever seen. Of course Hank is an amazing cook. I have yet to discover anything he doesn't do brilliantly. The smell was amazing and it woke the intense hunger that my emotional outburst had suppressed. I immediately dug into the delight as Hank settled down with his own plate across from me. We both ate ravenously in silence. Finally, when our plates were clean, Hank spoke up.

"I am going to make a call to a friend of mine at CERN this afternoon. I think his team is really going to be interested in the data we generated from the meteor yesterday."

"You really think it might be the keys to unlocking Higgs?" I asked as I got up to get another cup of coffee. I gestured to Hank's cup, but he waved it off.

"I really do, but this is not my true area of expertise. I'd like the CERN team to decide if it's worth more study. If they think the structure of the meteor chunk is worth it, then we can take it from there."

"I'd be happy to be in on the call if you need me to provide anything more than the numbers," I offered as I sat back down with a fresh cup of java.

"Well, that might help, but these guys need the hard numbers first. Besides, I have a feeling Logan will be looking for you after he let you off the hook from last night's training."

Andthenthere'sLogan. His name hung in the air like his stale cigar smoke. I felt a twinge in my gut at the thought of facing him, especially when he knew what happened with Hank and I last night. Not to mention what I knew about him and Hank. I was suddenly struck by the thought of Hank and Logan's relationship and what that meant for us. My fuzzy boyfriend, ever in tune with my expressions, seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. I could feel him regard me carefully as I seemed to be suddenly fascinated by the coffee in my cup. OK, I'll admit I instinctively flexed my vision and examined the molecular combination of the liquid, but that wasn't the point.

"How do you feel about Logan, Alex?" The question stretched between us - so simple, but so loaded.

"How do I feel?" I asked as I snapped my vision back to normal and looked up at him. His face was expressionless; the scientist had returned. He simply looked at me as if he had asked me to describe the motion of an anti-proton.

How did I feel about Logan? I knew I was attracted to him. I found him ferociously sexy with his immense strength, incredible body, and amazing swagger. At times he acted like a singular machine built for battle, then turn around and become a considerate, thoughtful member of the team. He was abrasive at times, with an ever-present aura of angst. His past was dark and almost unknown, even to himself. The Wolverine was moody, crazy at times, stubborn as hell, yet passionate, protective and loyal to his team.

But how did I feel about him? Did I love him like Hank? Maybe. With Logan love feels…complicated, hard to pin down. It's like a constantly moving target. One minute I'd look at him and be completely smitten, then the next he'd do something to really piss me off, or he'd disappear from the school for weeks at a time. Even so, I had to admit I had feelings for him – real and deep feelings. I'd protect him to the death, just as I would Hank. I'd do anything for him and trust him totally, just as I would Hank. Still…feel about him? I wasn't exactly certain.

Hank could see I was applying my typical over-analysis of this question, so he probed a bit more.

"Are you attracted to him? Physically, I mean?" he inquired.

"Oh totally. He's so damn sexy!" I exclaimed quickly then realized I had just admitted to my new boyfriend that I was attracted to another man. My shock and embarrassment was blatant as I struggled to recover. "Oh my god, Hank, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…"

Hank bellowed out laughter and nearly did a spit-take with his coffee in the process.

"Please, Alex! Do NOT be sorry," he said as he regained his composure. "Logan is brilliantly sexy. There's no shame in admitting it to me. You're a man, and a young, horny man, no less. You will be attracted to many men, and that's wonderful to me. Just because you want to have sex with Logan, or any other man, does not make me doubt your love for me."

"Wait, you're telling me that you're totally fine with the fact that I am sexually attracted to Logan?"

"I'm more than fine with it, Alex. I'm excited by it. I've had sex with Logan many times, and I know how totally incredible it is. The thought of you experiencing the same makes me happy."

Even though he'd intimated it before, the fact that he had come right out and told me he'd had sex with Logan (manytimes,at that!) made me bristle with jealousy. However, when the image of Beast and Wolverine engaged in hot, sweaty, man-love flashed in my mind, I had to admit it was a fucking amazing scene. Still, I could not help but feel more than a bit jealous and intimidated that Hank now had the ability to judge me against Logan in the sack. How could I compete with someone like Logan? He can heal,for cryin' out loud! I had to imagine that came with the assumption of unlimited boners. Unlimitedboners!Who can compete with that?

Hank stood up, grabbed our plates and silverware, and walked over to the sink. As he started the hot water and squirted in the dish soap, he left me pondering this concept.

"Soooooo…" I finally said. "I wanna jump his adamantium bones. What does that mean?"

"What do you mean 'what does that mean'?" he retorted as he scrubbed the first plate. "It means you have a physical attraction to an attractive, muscular, hairy man. That seems par for you, from what I've noticed." Even with his back to me, I could tell that cocky bastard was grinning ear-to-ear at our little game. "You're a man, Alex, a man with hormones who likes other men with hormones. It's nature. If I expected you to never have sex with another man but me I would be fooling myself and being unfair to us both. Sex is a powerful driver, an instinct as potent as survival. We cannot deny that, though we do have to make sure we are careful, safe, and sane about giving in to it. Just as with anything else, we can let it be destructive if it controls us. However, moderation and control are not the same as denial."

I could not argue with his logic. My own father would talk about the role of sexuality in human behavior. Trust me, those were some awkward dinner conversations when you were twelve years old and your father would carry on about the sexual rituals of some South American tribe as if he were discussing auto repair. When I thought about it, my parents were very honest and practical when discussing sex with me. I certainly wasn't hung up on a lot of the traditional socio-religious dogma that seems so prevalent in Western society. Even so, logic and emotion are always at odds, right? How would I feel to see Logan and Hank together? What about if Logan and I had sex? How would that change my budding relationship with Hank? Should it at all?

"OK, that is fair enough," I answered. "But you asked me how I feel about him, so I assume you mean beyond the physical."

"Mmm. Indeed," was his only response as he dried the dishes and began returning them to the cupboards and drawers.

I did a careful analysis of my thoughts and feeling, taking into account my experiences, both personal and professional, with Logan. I gauged my emotional responses to those experiences and how that shaped an overall assessment of him. Finally, I had enough to formulate an answer.

"I care very much for him, both as a member of the X-Men and as a friend. In fact, I might even say I feel about him much as I do about you. But with Logan it's different, somehow. It's…"

"Complicated," we both said at exactly the same time and laughed.

"Yes, he is complicated," Hank admitted. "There's a lot there, even more than any of us know. He has so many demons, some even he can see. I've been his friend and more for years and I still cannot say I have figured him out. Still, he's as caring, devoted, and valued a man as I have ever met. I cannot imagine my life without him, Alex. That is why I am asking you to think about this. I do not want to end my relationship with him now that you and I are together. Don't get me wrong, Alex," he explained as he turned to face me while drying his hands on a towel, "if you ask me to change my relationship with Logan, I will without hesitation." Butpleasedon'taskmewas written in his eyes. You didn't need mutant vision to see that.

I knew that how I answered him would shape our relationship forever. I had the power to never share him with Logan, but I knew that would take something away from him that he would regret the rest of our relationship. How would that make him happy? And wasn't the point of loving someone to make them happy? Would it make me happy? Would I want the same freedom? After all, I had only just begun to understand the ways that men could please each other physically. Would I want him to put that same limit on me? But what about love? Could I separate physical and emotional? I didn't know for sure, but I understood that part (OK, a big part) of me was a scientist, and as a scientist I should be able to objectively separate the components into their proper classifications. I had my answer.

"No, Hank. I'd never ask you to do that. How could I love you and deny you what makes you happy? Even if that doesn't include me," I said with more conviction than I really possessed.

Hank smiled warmly and walked over to where I sat. His giant paws came down gently on my shoulders and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around his thick waist and held him. He kissed the top of my head.

"You are starting to understand love just as you have understood everything else – quickly and completely," he rumbled softly above me. "But I want very much for it to include you. That would make my happiness complete. I am not saying you have to run and attack Logan right now, but I know he feels much as I do about you. You know that, too. Do what you feel is right with that knowledge and if you want to have sex with him, then do so. There's no pressure. I trust you to know what is best."

"Jesus, Hank. How is it you can be so damned rational and perfect with everything?" I laughed into his hard, muscular abs of fur.

"Because I have made too many irrational and imperfect choices in my life, Alex," he whispered and I could sense the melancholy behind those words. "I do not intend to repeat them with you."

After breakfast we reluctantly parted ways, Hank to prepare for this call to CERN and I to my room to change clothes and grab my digital tablet. Although it was Saturday, I still had a lot of studying to do and I thought it might take my mind off of things until my training in the Danger Room. When I arrived at my room I found Ed lounging on the bed idly conjuring various figurines from the stone wall. He looked up in surprise as I walked in and began to undress.

"Well, well…look who decided to come home," he said with a smirk. "And just where were you all night?" He wiggled his blond eyebrows accusingly.

I decided not to lie. "Oh, I was with Dr. McCoy," I answered nonchalantly as I sat down to remove my sneakers.

"Oh really? Well…that's…far more boring than I thought," he finished flatly as he tore down a stone unicorn, clapped his hands, and produced a model of an atom. "You really need to have some fun once in a while."

"Oh, like you? It's not like you've been exactly hanging around here, yourself."

"Yeah, well, you're right. I get out and live life, get stuff done," he answered.

"Well, so do I. It's just different kinds of stuff," I said as I fished out a new pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the bureau drawer.

"Hm. I'm sure it is," he chuckled.

"By the way," I said casually as I pulled the shirt over my head, "You need to focus more on the carbon of that stone. You didn't pull enough out. I could shatter that model with a feather. The structure is way weak."

"Huh? Oh, right. Thanks," he said sheepishly. He clapped his hands again, summoning a sort of greenish energy then placed them on the wall. The model collapsed and a sharp dagger, about five inches long, rose from the stone.

"Better," I said as I flexed my vision to study the structure. The carbon chains were more aligned, which made the structure stronger. "That could actually do some damage. It's a good balance. If you pull any more you could collapse the wall."

"Thanks," he smiled. We did actually make a good team when we managed to be in the same place at the same time. "Oh, by the way, that gruff dude…um…Wolverine. He came by this morning looking for you."

I instinctively gulped as I felt a twinge in my gut. "Did he say what he wanted?"

"No, but he said he was going to be in the south garage working on his bike."

"Um…OK…thanks," I replied as I tied my sneakers. "Well, I suppose I should go see what he wants, then." I stood there for a moment with a sudden fear of facing him.

\The south garage was on the other side of the mansion and the walk seemed to take hours. I knew I was being stupid for having such anxiety. After all, if anyone in the whole mansion were cool with all of this, it was Logan. Still, after the talk with Hank that morning, I knew things would be different for me. I had permission…freedom to deal with Logan and let whatever happen, happen. I'm just not sure what was going to happen, and that's really what I was afraid of.

When I opened the door to the garage, I was greeted by a sprawled out Logan, head buried beneath the giant metal engine of his motorcycle. He was ratcheting something or other and I didn't think he heard my come in over the noise of his work. I should've known better.

"So, finally pry yourself away from the Furball, eh kid?" he said without stopping his repair.

I stood there for a moment, transfixed by the sheer hotness of the scene. He was in a pair of denim cutoffs, his thick, hairy thighs stretched out in a V. He had on heavy black work boots and thick white socks that somehow drove me wild. His tattered white tank top was riding up his ripped, veiny torso, revealing just a hint of the hairy eight-pack abs beneath. Logan was the perfect image of masculinity; a powerful, bear of a biker working on his hog. I suddenly realized I had stopped breathing.

"Um, yeah…he…uh…ha-had to make a call to um…that place in Switzerland with the spinny magnet thingy." What the hell was I saying? I had lost my mind and was suddenly a babbling a five-year-old. "CERN. He's contacting a friend at CERN to talk about the data from the study of the meteor fragment." Thank god my brain decided to engage.

He gave a harrumph as he reached for a nearby tool. "All that science stuff. Usually gets him into trouble."

"Um, I suppose."

"Well, I cut you some slack last night to be with Ol' Blue, but I want you back in the gym at one o'clock sharp, you go it?"

My reaction was so instant I didn't have time to cover it. I heaved a sigh. "Look, Storm said we have Danger Room at three," I said as I indicated back behind me to wherever she and the room were.

It was just a split second that I took my eyes from him, but it was enough for him to surprise me. I saw the boot heal just a millisecond before it would have connected with my jaw. I still do not know how he manages to move so fast. I dodged it then brought my arm up just in time to block a right-hook from his brick-like fist. I felt the jaw-jarring slam of him against my forearm and I stumbled backward. Logan was a flurry of fists and I was frantically dodging and blocking until I caught my foot on something on the floor and lost my balance. That's all it took for him to slam me against the wall. In less than a blink I heard the *SNIKT* and was face-to-face with three terrifying claws.

His eyes were pure fire, an intensity that only surfaces in the height of battle. The sweat poured down this face, which came within inches of mine. His breath was sharp and the grip of his other hand around my shoulder was a vice. I was pinned between him and the wall, hopelessly off balance with no way to recover. He held me in place as we both panted from our brawl.

"Do you know why I bother with you?" He growled. "Why I spend so much more damned time with you than any other student? Why we work for hours on this shit?"

I will fully admit that I was scared out of my wits. Logan had never been this intense with me. To be honest, the thought did occur to me that he just might eviscerate me right there in that garage. So, needless to say my answer was only a choked whimper.

"I do it because you don't have an adamantium skeleton. You can't regenerate. You don't shoot lasers from your fucking head. You don't have a steel shield or walk through walls or summon lightening. When we're out there you don't have shit except for your training," he spat. "You're gonna find yourself face-to-face with stuff a whole lot worse than these damn claws and if your training ain't good enough, you're dead." His gaze bore a hole in me as his words slapped me upside the head.

As I stared back at him panting with rage and burning with strength, I saw something more. Just as I had with Hank that morning, I saw…beyond his eyes. I saw the words he didn't say.

Yes, I'd be dead. Andhecouldn'tbeartoloseme.

I could not, and still cannot, imagine the life of violence and loss that tore at Logan's world. His regeneration means he has lived a very long time and watched a whole lot of people die. That outburst that day in the garage, that anger, was born out of a fear of losing someone he cared for far more deeply than he would ever admit. I finally understood what Hank meant. This was how Logan loved.

As this realization came over me, the dynamic of our situation changed. I was no longer afraid, I was protected. I was cared for by a man who would do anything for me. My reaction to this was perfectly natural. I grabbed his head and locked my lips on his.

He was damned surprised at first, but after a second his claws retracted and his grip softened. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed harder. He opened his mouth and accepted me in, our tongues wrapped in a dance of spit and delight. Logan tasted like smoke, sweat, and metal. This was powerful passion, so different from the gentle strength of Hank. He pulled me upright and wrapped a thick arm around my waist. I pressed my hands against his amazing pectorals and grabbed at their thick mounds. We made out like two teenagers in heat. Then, as fast as the whole thing began, he let go. For just a second we stood there facing one another, panting with physical and sexual energy. I could see the prominent outline of his snaking cock in his shorts, and I'm sure my own excitement was just as clear.

"I have to fix my bike," he said as he fixed me with a gaze that was softer, almost contrite about what had just happened between us. Then he turned around and grabbed a socket wrench. Just before he got back down under his machine, he turned his head back to me. "One o'clock at the gym." Then he was down and back to work again, ratcheting away at his engine.

I walked away from the garage feeling rather happy. I had taken control of the situation and made a move on Logan. Sure, he was the one who was really in control; I had no illusions about that. But I was far more secure in my dealings with Logan than before. We knew exactly where we stood with each other, and I really liked that. OK, I was super horny and had hoped we might fuck right there in the garage (I had visions of getting bent over his bike), but I was also feeling really good about everything.

I still had a few hours to kill and cool down before my workout with Logan, so I had planned on a little study time in a quiet patio or something. As I was walking back to my room, however, I looked up to find I had, in fact, walked right up to the door of Professor Xavier's office. I didn't remember intending to do so, but I had this feeling that I was supposed to be there. I later learned that he had a tendency to summon people that way. It wasn't a direct mind-control thing, but if he needed to speak with you at the mansion, you just sort of happened to show up. It didn't work with everyone, but Professor X knew how to get your attention.

So there I was at his door and I figured the logical thing to do was knock.

"Come in, Alex," came his smooth British voice from beyond as the door opened on its own.

It was at that moment that the reality of things once again reared its ugly head at me. I did not for a second doubt as to why he wanted to talk to me. Just like I did not doubt that he knew perfectly well what had transpired between Hank and me, and maybe even with Logan as well. However, his expression was calm and welcoming, a paternal sentiment that made everyone at the school feel at ease. I walked into the sophisticated, oak-paneled, bookshelf-lined room and sat down at one of the big, comfortable chairs across from his massive desk. He had several computer screens up on his holo-display and they chittered away with data as he looked at me with a serene smile.

"How are you, Alex?" he asked simply, as if he we were long-lost acquaintances.

I considered his question for a moment and answered simply. "I'm doing well, Professor."

"Indeed you are, my boy," he nodded and slid his wheelchair silently from behind the desk around to where I sat. He studied me for a moment, his soft eyes searching me for signs of…what I do not know. "I know that things have been difficult for you lately. You have been pushing yourself very hard."

"I've been handling it alright, though, so far."

"Hmm…yes, you have. Admirably, in fact. Your strength continues to surprise and impress me," he answered honestly. "But I know that you struggled with your abilities. I felt a great deal of psychic pain inside you, Alex. You fought with some powerful feelings and it began to disrupt your vision."

I knew I could not hide that from him. Looking back, I'm sure anyone with half of the abilities of Professor X would have been smacked upside the head with my emotions from a mile away. But why didn't he do anything about it? Why didn't he try to help me?

"Because it was a battle you had to fight on your own. Alex…sometimes the dragons we fight within can only be slain by our own sword. I knew that in time you would find the peace you needed. I also knew you weren't the only one doing battle with internal beasts."

I had no doubt that his choice of words was completely intentional. I suddenly found it difficult to return his gaze. I looked down at the ornate Oriental rug beneath me as I felt my cheeks flush with shame. The truth was slamming down on me like a freight train and I was unable to escape from the track. Would it be expulsion? Forbiddance to work with Hank again? Hanging? Shunning? There were a few moments of silence that nearly killed me. Why wouldn't he just drop the axe already?

"Alex, I know how you and Henry feel about one another. I have felt it since the day you arrived, from both of you."

"You have?" I said, unable to disguise my surprise.

"Yes, and it's the most honest, pure love I have ever witnessed. The pain that the two of you went through to disguise and deny it was…almost unbearable to someone as psychically sensitive as I. Even Jean had trouble shutting it out."

"Oh…I…I suppose I hadn't thought of that," I whispered as I felt guilt sneaking up on me. I should have known that my raw and intense emotions would be so bothersome to the telepaths around me.

"It's alright, Alex, you didn't realize it, and neither did Henry. But now…Now I sense an overwhelming peace between you two. I can only assume that you have revealed each other and consummated your relationship."

Um, what did he just say? "Um, well, I…um."

He laughed easily at my complete embarrassment. "Oh, please, it is nothing to be ashamed of. Look at me, Alex." I raised my eyes to his. "How do you feel about Henry?"

"I love him more than I am capable of understanding." The words came so quickly and easily that I scarcely realized they were coming out of my mouth.

"I have known Henry for a long time, even before this school was founded. He is an exceptional man who has known a great deal of loneliness and isolation because of the magnitude of his mutation."

"Yes, I know. I could…see it…in his eyes."

"Your vision goes far beyond even the physical, I think, Alex. You are just beginning to know its potential. Henry has never confided in my about you, but I know that he is totally dedicated to you, both in your studies and your life. I could not think of anyone more honest, more trusting, or more devoted than Henry to make your partner."

Then it hit me that the Professor was not at all upset by our relationship. In fact, it was just the opposite. "So…you are alright with this, Professor?"

He seemed genuinely surprise by the question. "Alright? Two incredibly talented, kind, gentle people finding love with one another? I think it is the greatest power on the planet, Alex, and a very rare thing to behold. So yes, I am alright with it." He laughed and I could not help but to smile with him.

His expression suddenly turned serious. "However, I know that not everyone here will share my opinion. We are mutants, and should have a keen grasp of what prejudice means, but people are people. I cannot promise you that things will be easy once word gets out about you two. There will be questions of integrity because you are his student, and there will be flat out ignorance because you are both men. I can already predict that Kurt's strong religious conviction will cause him to react negatively, for example. Jean knows pretty much as I do and she seems absolutely delighted at the idea."

"Yeah, she seemed pretty amused this morning at breakfast."

"I'm sure she was. Scott...well, he might not be as predictable, but I think if you continue to show him it won't affect how you perform with the team out in the field, he will overlook it. Others, well…you will have to just discover that as time goes on."

I sat in silence as I contemplated the others at the school and how they might treat me once this went public. I also realized that I was admitting that it was going to be out in the open and the thought was…almost a relief. I am not saying I was going to go shout it from the rooftop, but the idea of other people finding out didn't seem quite as scary as it did that morning.

"You will find that, just as with being a mutant, you will have allies and you will have those who will shun you. You might not always have control over who chooses which side," he explained as he set a hand gently on my shoulder. "Just understand that they have to make that choice, not you. I cannot promise you things will be easy, Alex. I can only promise that you two will always have my support."

"Thank you, Professor. I think your support means the most of all."

"Yes, well…you might not always think that way. Now, as for Logan…"

Andthenthere'sLogan. I knew I wasn't going to get away so easy.

"Well, Professor, I don't know if we-"

"It's alright, Alex, I know about Logan and Henry's relationship. I have known about it for a long time," he sighed as he tried to find his next words. "Life as a member of the X-Men is dangerous, and we never know when we'll be living our last day. Sometimes we have to find solace where we can with whom we can. I won't fault anyone for that, not even Logan."

"Yeah, I suppose that's true. We're still trying to figure things out."

"And you probably will do so for a while on a number of things. I do not even know how to figure Logan. I don't even know how old he is. But I know there is a lot of pain…betrayal, loss. He's a man who has seen more death and violence than any of us. If he can find anyone to help him, to be there for him, then who am I to judge that? Just be careful, Alex. Logan is not someone to be treated lightly."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me that, Professor," I sighed.

He smiled and patted my shoulder before turning and gliding back behind his desk. "Well, if anyone can handle The Wolverine, I suppose it would be you two. I understand Henry has found something interesting with the meteor fragment I sent him."

"Yes, we think so, anyway. It's too early to know for sure. He's talking to a contact with CERN today to go over the data and see if it's worth sending to their collider. If Hank is right, it might be the key to discovering the Higgs boson."

"Indeed," Professor replied, raising his eyebrows at the prospect, "that would be a discovery that could change mankind. For better or worse, I do not know."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing, really. Tell Henry to let me know what he finds out from CERN, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Professor."

"Good. I won't keep you any longer, Alex. Thank you for seeing me. I appreciate you letting me speak my mind."

"Professor, I doubt anyone could stop you from speaking your mind," I quipped and stood up to leave.
He laughed and I heard the door click open behind me. "Best of luck in your training today. I hear Storm has cooked up something especially good for the Danger Room."

"Ugh. Sounds great," I said with an air of dread as I stepped from his office.

I finally managed to slip into a quiet corner of a patio with my tablet for a few hours of astrophysics study. I had begun to take an interest in astronomy, wondering if my ability to see sub-atomically might also be used to see astronomically. I had flexed my vision to the sky a bit in the past, but there was so much ambient light that it was difficult to really see much, although I saw the flag on the moon once during a particularly clear night. All too soon it was time to meet Logan in the gym.

When I arrived the room felt dim and hazy. Logan was leaning against the far wall, still in the cutoffs and tank top from earlier, only both were now grease stained and sweaty. I could smell his scent from across the room and it made me crazy. He looked at me for a moment before he spoke.

"Let's get started, Kid."

And start we did. Logan ran me through an exhausting routine of circuit training for an hour. Cardio, strength, weight, stretching. It was as intense as any training I had been through with him. It ended in the boxing ring, my mind and body at their absolute limits as he sparred with me. Together we bobbed and weaved, jabbing, dodging, gloved fists connecting to jaw, body, head. I was dizzy with the abuse, but my mind stayed sharp. I even managed to get in a few good blows, which seemed to impress him for about the second it took to rap me across the face again. Finally, the sparring was over and I sagged against the ropes, grabbing lungfulls of air in rasping gulps. He stood there, barely breathing hard, now bare-chested. His dark pelt of hair gleamed with sweat against his incredible body. Even in my exhausted state I couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of him.

"Alright, back to the bench," he barked as he walked back over to the free weight area.

"Aw, shit," I gasped as I willed my broken body into animation.

I lay down on the bench as Logan loaded the barbell up with god knows how much weight. He stood over me in spotting position as I began my first reps. I was looking right up his cutoffs at the tattered and stained pouch of his jock. His whole manly, grimy jock routine was driving my hormones over the edge as the scent of his sweaty crotch invaded my brain. It took every ounce of will to get through my first set. He stood over me like a statue, legs slightly spread, thick thighs just centimeters from the sides of my head. I managed to complete my twentieth rep and I slammed the barbell back in its place.

I looked up into his eyes and saw Logan's upside-down smirk grow a bit sinister. He walked around the bench and straddled my prone body, settling down right on my hips.

"I don't think I can stand much of this," he said quietly as he caressed my chest through my sweat-soaked t-shirt.

"St-stand much of what?" I stammered, trying not to succumb to the feeling of his hard, muscled ass pressing down on my dick.

"Seeing you all hot, sweaty, and pumped and not doing something about it," he answered and mashed his lips against mine.

I responded without hesitation by grabbing that crazy hair and pressing him closer to me. He growled in my mouth and rubbed his shirtless, athletic body all along mine. He began to nibble my neck carefully with those canine fangs. His tongue darted in and out of my ear.

"You know I've wanted this as much as you, Alex" he breathed, calling me by my name for the first time. "But I hadta be careful. I'm sick of being careful."

With a snickt of a claw he had my t-shirt shredded and was pinching my nipples between his calloused fingers. His mouth was everywhere…down my shoulders, over my chest. Logan pressed my arms above my head and attacked my armpits, mixing my sweat with his spit.

"Fuck you are one hot man," he moaned. "I did a damn good job building this body."

I had closed my eyes at the sensation of his oral assault on my torso, but now I looked up at him, dripping with sweat and sex, staring down at me with that cocky smile. I knew right then that I'd do anything he wanted.

However, I was done being a passive player in that game. I grabbed his incredible ass in both hands, taking a moment to consider how easily his muscled cheeks fit into my hands compared to the massive mounds of Hank. Logan was compact but stocky in contrast to Beast's never-ending wide mass of muscle. I did not take too long to consider this, however, as I began to lick the sweat from the hair on his chest, nibbling and sucking at his nipples. This seemed to be the right thing to do as it elicited growls of pleasure as I bit down. At first I feared I was too rough in my passion then I remembered…this was Logan.

He sat upright and I followed him, tracing every bulging vein of his torso, inhaling his musk that flowed without end. I licked up his ribcage, tasting the hint of metal that lurked beneath the skin. I reached his armpit and he offered it up to me. I dined on the unbelievable taste and smell in those divine crevices. Our throbbing cocks were both begging for release as they fought together beneath the fabric of our shorts.

Logan stood up and pressed the denim-covered bulge against my face. I mouthed his dick through the soaked material as my hands ran under the leg openings and caressed his massive ball sack through his jock. Finally, he popped the button and I grabbed the zipper between my teeth. His cock was a mammoth bulge against the thin jock pouch and threatened to tear it apart. The meat was drooling like a faucet and I clamped my mouth over it to suck up the juices. To this day I remember ever detail of that sweaty, dirty jock pouch. The taste was a combination of sweat, jizz, and piss like I'd never dreamed. This was down and dirty jock sex.

I could only be kept from the prize for so long before I pried that fucktube from its mesh prison. As I pushed the pouch aside, it burst free - a giant, dripping uncut cock. Logan's dick suited him perfectly – strong, thick, and demanding. I could barely wrap my hand around it, and for a moment wondered if I could even get my mouth around it.

"You like that cock, Kid," he said as he leered down at me.

"Fuck yeah, Logan. It's as fuckin' beautiful as you are," I answered, looking right into his eyes with my own powerful stare.

"Hm, yeah well you better start showing me how much you like it."

I proceeded to give him the best cock worshiping I could muster. I'd only had a couple of cocksucking lessons from Hank, but this monster was different. Logan didn't hold back as he shoved his meat into my throat. He was insistent and unforgiving and I loved every second of it. I slipped the skin back and forth over the bulbous head and he fucked my face. My tongue danced around the slit, lapping up the fountain of precum that seemed never to end.

"I could bust this nut down your gullet, Bub, but not yet," he grinned as he popped out of my hungry mouth. I wanted to suck on that sweaty jock meat for hours.

He stepped off me, slung his shorts off into the corner, and spun around. With his typical speed and skill he straddled me again, shucked my shorts, and went to town on my throbbing member. Logan was a brilliant cocksman. He teased me through my jock as I had done to him. He didn't play that game for long and soon had me down to the hilt. My mind short-circuited as he worked my dick up and down, grabbing my balls in his strong hands. It was so good that it took me a minute to realize his amazing ass was splayed open in my face, waiting to be eaten.

I dove into those sweaty cheeks, taking in the mind-blowing smell of his sweat and musk. As Logan worked my cock into a frenzy, I played my tongue around his hairy pucker. He began to moan and buck back against my face. I could barely breath, I was so deep into his butt, but I didn't care. I jabbed my tongue into his hole and worked it around. I never thought he'd be the kind to get into it, but clearly Logan liked to be rimmed. He bobbed and danced his ass on my face as his action on my cock grew fiercer. Soon I was dying to lose my load down that man's throat, but again he had other ideas.

In a flash he was up again, spinning around and planting that hot ass right down onto my spit-covered dick. Now, I had always assumed Logan would top me, but I wasn't about to argue as that magic vacuum of an ass engulfed me.

"Oh, that's IT! That's fucking IT!" he said as he slid down my pole. "I'm gonna fuck the cum right outta that hot cock o' yours"

Logan's athleticism was just as impressive as Hank's as he ground up and down my dick. He may have been the bottom technically, but he was in control as he rode me. His giant cock bobbed and drooled on my hairy belly. I grabbed it and ran my palm over the slick foreskin. Logan stroked my cock with his ass as I stroked his with my fist. The motion was frenetic as we patted and moaned on that bench. At one point I wasn't sure it would take the pounding as he slammed down on me. I could feel my head hit his prostate over and over again, driving splashes of cock-snot down into me.

"Fuck…I ain't gonna last much longer, Kid," he cried as he picked up the speed. I was now slamming back up to him as I started to feel my load climb from my aching balls.

"Shoot it, man…cuz I'm gonna…ahhh!" I warned as my orgasm began to overtake me.

Logan's eruption of cum could only be described as epic. It must have something to do with his regeneration or something, but when that huge piss slit pulsed the white lava was a steady stream. His cry was a guttural declaration of joy as his ass clamped down on me. The hair on my chest was drenched by the heavy load of cum. Over and over it pumped as I cried out and sprayed his guts with sperm. We were one singular jizz factory as I filled him and he poured out over me. It seemed like forever as we rode together, but finally we came down.

"Jesus, Alex. What a fuck you turned out to be!" he panted as slumped over onto me.

Our bodies were slick with his cum as we pressed together. After a minute of recovery, he looked up and me. With the lust of sex receding, I could see a tenderness I didn't even think possible. He caressed my face and leaned in to kiss me. Where we had been passionate, uncontrollable animals, we were now two men bound by forces more than physical. We made out with a tenderness of lovers as we caressed each other's spent bodies.

As the world came back around us, we realized that we couldn't lie on the weight bench, covered in cum, forever. I felt my softening cock slip reluctantly from his ass as he stood up. We made our way discretely to the shower. As we scrubbed the sex from our bodies, Logan was a whole different man. He was playful as we soaped each other up. He was so easy to be with as we scrubbed and washed our lovemaking away.

"It's almost time to get to the Danger Room," he said, looking at the clock as we toweled off.

"Shit, it is, and we still have to suit up," I said as my aching body demanded rest, not more work.

"We'll be alright," he said as he slipped on his clothes. "I think you'll do great today, even if it seems like you're worn out now. You have a lot of strength, Kid. I'm proud of what you've become and I can't wait to see what you're gonna do."

If I had any doubts before, they disappeared at that moment. I love Logan, just as I love Hank, and instead of making life complicated, it gave it a totality I didn't even know I needed.