#ray writes

shane is perhaps hyperaware of cliff marleau’s presence tonight, but only in the way that ilya hasn’t gotten to see him in such a long time. it’s a reunion of sorts. so vibes are up. his husband’s happy and that makes shane happy, his slightly swimming brain latching onto the endorphins that spike around marleau like they’re his own.

it’s why his body reacts the way it does when one moment, things are footloose and fancy free, and then the next, there’s this solid, hulking weight settling behind him, not touching but unmistakably there. it’s marleau’s deep voice. marleau’s woodsy cologne. marleau’s heat, hovering just shy of shane’s back as he leans over his shoulder to shout something at ilya.

it’s loud as fuck in here, the bass sitting low in shane’s chest, so he really does mean shout. but ilya leans in a bit to catch his words. seamlessly. they’ve done this so many times, shane assumes, finding each other in clubs after inevitably splitting up. and that’s fine. that’s good. ilya’s laughing and he’s happy and that makes shane happy. and then the crowd moves.

it’s light - a ripple effect as a group of girls make their way through the sea of bodies - but it’s just enough, that adrenaline spiking with a top-off of sweet endorphins as suddenly, marleau’s body sinks in to press all along shane’s back.

it’s nothing. an accident. and yet shane’s heart suddenly bunny-kicks in his chest, the light squeeze of him caught between ilya and marleau’s chests sending a pulse of satisfied heat through his core. because neither of them are moving away. there’s a natural sway to them that comes from being in a crowd of bodies, but the extra space must’ve never freed up behind marleau after the girls passed. and all of the sudden shane’s brain and dick register that he’s stuck. that he’s squished, by firm muscles, from all sides.

he’s been in this position before. on a dance floor like this. rose kissing him, miles’s lips not so secretly brushing against the back of his neck. it’s not a new position, but tonight is nothing like that. right now, there’s nothing remotely sexual even happening. it’s just ilya talking to his friend. just having a moment. casual and circumstantial and yet shane’s skin is on fire. his muscles are screaming with relief, the beautiful satisfaction of the deep pressure surrounding him making his brain swim down deep.

ilya shouts something back to marleau with a devastatingly handsome smile. it gets both hands reaching over shane’s shoulders to give ilya’s a friendly rub and it’s too loud to catch. all shane knows is they’re both laughing now. they’re like boys again - a revisit to their clubrat days and they’re just as smooth and sexy but they’re mature now. stable. and shane is ilya’s, those big hands on his hips now that marleau’s snug against his back. there’s no room to actually dance and shane’s finding he couldn’t be happier about that, pulse thick and thundering in his ears as another wave presses in, marleau’s touch dropping back to clamp over shane’s deltoids as he’s forced to press forward again - so fucking tightly into him this time that shane stumbles that last half a step into ilya’s chest and fuck.

shane’s eyes flutter closed. hands fall to clutch into the back of ilya’s tank top. his dick jumps in his jeans as the heady pressure squeezing around him tightens. neither of the men seem to care that marleau’s all up on shane and maybe that’s normal. maybe that’s just the way the club scene is. you get cozy and flush against your best friend’s partner and no one bats an eye because it doesn’t mean anything. it’s just a spacing issue.

maybe shane’s the freak.

because he’s trying not to, but he can feel himself getting hard. he can hear all that teasing that poured from his husband’s lips after he admitted to hypothetically wanting this around that fire pit. the pressure. the trap. with this man specifically.

marleau leans his head back for a second and his warm breath fans against the nape of shane’s neck and suddenly, like a demon has possessed him, it’s taking everything in shane’s power not to back his ass up into marleau’s lap. to grind against him a little. just to see. god, he’s drunk. he needs ilya to take him home and fuck him. he needs to stay right here and live out his days crushed between these two sweaty bodies, their colognes mixing into this insane aroma that gets in shane’s head and makes him wanna do something crazy.

he just needs to recenter. steady his pulse. enjoy the pressure without equating it to something filthy, like he can usually do so well, but for some reason is struggling hard as hell with right now.

shane rests his chin over ilya’s shoulder with a hum. closes his eyes. remembers himself and where he is and opens them back up, making eye contact with a twink who’s watching him with what can only be described as biblical proportions of envy.

they need to leave. before shane does something stupid. before he ruins a friendship that’s been in the works for over a decade because he’s drunk and horny and can’t control himself.

shane lifts his head to brush his lips against ilya’s ear, but before he can ask, something happens behind them. whatever it is, it’s got marleau’s lap pressing up flush against his ass and god, it sends this buzzy pleasure through him so, so deeply and the noise escapes shane before he can reel it in. before he can act like he’s normal and not very obviously so fucking turned on between them.

he can feel ilya’s chest rumble. hear the smirk that’s dancing across his lips as he noses his way over to shane’s ear instead.

Your girlfriend being the head of her company had its perks, she spoiled you, rotten, anything you even paid more than 5 seconds of attention to she'd buy it for you. Going abroad to sight see, spending time in beautiful villas and beaches. Driving you around in expensive cars with that clean smell. Dates in exclusive restaurants drinking wine you couldn't afford even if you worked for months. It was a lush lifestyle you never imagined until you bumped into the curious woman at your local cafe a few years ago.

However, her job also had its cons, specifically her need to travel from time to time. The job was demanding, having to go to different sites was one of them. It wasn't often but when it was it was for a few weeks at a time leaving you lonely in your shared bed, missing her comfort dearly.

The time difference wasn't much, leaving you a few hours ahead, and she called routinely in her evenings after countless meetings. Usually you'd talk about her day, useless staff not handling her instructions, or your day and how your part time job was going. Tonight however, you were missing one of her features in particular, her ability to make you feel good. You were craving her touch.

"it was an absolute nightmare, I kept telling him he needed to format the spreadsheets before printing them because of the pdf conversion but he just wasn't getting it."

Wanda's voice was smooth through the phone speaker, her subtle accent normally mesmerized you, but there was a slight hoarseness from how tired she was. The usually raspy tone she'd take with you when telling you to spread your legs or lay still.

Your thighs were mindlessly rubbing together, as you found yourself fidgeting to suppress the ache between your legs as your girlfriend spoke. You cleared your throat before attempting to respond.

"haven't you already explained that to him the last time you saw him?"

You listened to the slight groan from the other side, more lewd thoughts filtering into your mind and the idea of how she was usually under you when making that sort of noise.

"I did yeah,"

She took a sharp breath before continuing, you wanted to pay attention, but the throbbing was unbearable and the thought of Wanda next to you stroking your thighs wasn't leaving your head anytime soon.

You shuffled around, humming along to what Wanda was saying, focusing on removing your pyjama bottoms and panties.

"and he tried to argue that he hadn't had this issue before, but he absolutely did because I have told him so many times the graph gets cut off on the right hand side,"

Your focus was faulty, your hand gliding over your right breast slowly, pinching ever so gently over your nipple, all you could process was the cracking of her accent and the wetness spreading across the skin of your thighs.

You rolled your nipple a few times before placing your phone on speaker, onto your nightstand, tracing slow lines down your abdomen before your mound. You needed Wanda so badly, shutting your eyes imagining her hands on your skin.

You pick up specific words coming from Wanda's rant, "dumb" "choke" "so well" "for me" "go on", those few words usually used in a context of punishment or pleasure with you.

Your head was fuzzy, imagining Wanda's fingers gliding up your soaking folds, warm and sensitive from the neediness of the situation. You hummed in response to Wanda's sentences whenever she paused for more than two seconds.

"Are you okay?"

The question snapped you out of your trance for a moment, your fingers freezing, and you began composing yourself to answer,

"Yeah Wands," you were more breathless than you realised, "yeah just keep talking."

"okay darling, well," she paused to remember where she was, your fingers rising to rub tight circles on your clit, "after all of that she finally agreed that,"

Warm, you felt so warm, your chest rising quickly, your fingers moving faster, you weren't even aware of how heavy your breathing had gotten over the phone.

"Are you listening detka?"

Wanda's voice wasn't irritated, but rather low and curious, you began nodding before answering, gulping as you hummed in response not trusting your own words.

There was a few moments of silence before Wanda spoke again,

"let me hear how wet you are."

Your eyes rolled and you let out an audible whine at her words. Usually you'd be humiliated with how she knew what you were doing, embarrassed that you couldn't control yourself around her, but with how close you already were and how badly you needed her, you slid your fingers slowly into your pulsing hole before finding a rougher rhythm.

Wanda could hear your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, the wet sounds echoing through the phone. She reached for her own pyjamas, pulling them down before placing her phone on speaker matching you.

“Do you miss me that much sweetheart? Need my touch that badly?”

You whined down the line, your fingers moving faster inside yourself, you were nodding quickly, even though Wanda couldn't see, she knew you were, she knew you were answering like the good girl you were. You could feel yourself throbbing around your digits, feeling slightly unsatisfied knowing it wasn't Wanda's slender fingers filling you up.

“Tell me, what would you want if I was there detka?”

You hummed softly, pulling your fingers from your pussy and onto your clit, making faster circles than before, needing a release.

“I.. I would want you to be rough, make sure I knew you still needed to touch my body, feel my pussy around your fingers.”

Wanda's hand found her own clit, groping her breast firmly as she breathed out, imaging you squirming beneath her, crying for anything,

“What about my strap hm? Would you want me to fill that pretty cunt of yours?”

Her voice was broken and your eyes rolled at the idea, suddenly feeling empty with just your hand to pleasure yourself. You cried out as you pushed two fingers back into yourself, curling them the same way Wanda would.

“Please, please I need your cock.”

Your voice was dripping with impatience and neediness, Wanda knew you were close, and the moans that were falling from your lips were pushing her faster to her own climax. She could imagine the way your pussy would throb around her strap, sucking her in deeper as you twitched in pleasure from such strong orgasms.

“I miss you so much.”

Wanda let out an unholy whine at your words, squeezing her eyes as she focused on the sounds of your fingers squelching in your heat. She felt the familiar coil in her abdomen, needing to let go of her pent up stress.

“You have no idea how badly I want to taste what's making all that noise.”

You bit your lip at your girlfriend's voice, breathless and whiney. Her voice was always so commanding and stable, right now it was anything but, shaking and cracking as she moaned through her words. Even the idea of how needy Wanda was to feel and taste you was enough to push you to the orgasm you were ready to beg for,

“Can I cum? Please can I cum? Please please?”

Wanda thought it was adorable how messy you were when begging, repeating words, struggling to finish a sentence, it was utterly adorable. She waited a few seconds, successfully catching up to you before answering,

“Come for me detka be a good girl for me.”

As soon as you heard Wanda's high pitch moan leave her lips, hearing the slight ruffle of the fabric on her end from how hard she was convulsing, your body finally snapped. A white hot rush spread across your body, your limbs locking as they shook erratically, your legs squeezing your hand and arm. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a cracked moan, falling limp immediately as your legs fell back open.

Your breaths synchronised, and you ran your fingers through your hair as you caught your breath, eyes remaining shut as you came down. Just as you were ready to apologise to Wanda for not listening to her rant, her quiet voice climbed through the speaker,

Let me set the scene for you, logan sitting on the small pull out couch in their small yet cozy apartment that wade and he share with blind Al, wade sitting on the floor, on his knees, infront of logan who is whimpering as wade drags a finger over logans much too sensitive tip.

How did they get into this situation you may ask? Well blind Al was out at some bingo event or something, she had called wade to let him know shes staying the night at a friend of hers, so obviously wade used this as a chance to have some lovely alone time with his feral boyfriend.

Moving on

Logan whimpers as wade pulls his hand away, denying him of release, again.

"Ah ah not yet peanut"

Wade teases a smile plastered on his face, hes met with a groan and a weak glare from logan.

This had been going on for well over an hour now, wade getting logan all hot and bothered, bringing him to the edge then denying him any release.

Logan is unaware to the fact wade has an advantage, he knows when logan is close because of the way the tips of his claws edge (ha) out every single time he's close, wade had been observing this fact for a while before putting it to the test (what better way to test his theory than edging the wolverine?) And yep he's right. But that's not the only way wade can identify when the man's about to cum, having seen logan cum by wades hands (and other parts of his body) more times than he can count, he notices the small things, the way logan tenses slightly, how his eyes focus and unfocus and the noises the man makes that would put a porn star to shame.

After half a minute wades hands are back on logans dick, using just the right amount of pressure to make him all but whine. Wade slides his hand down to the base, kissing the tip before taking it into his mouth for only a second, pulling off with a 'pop'

"Bub, you're killing me"

Logan moans, looking down at wade as he teases his aching and leaking cock.

It's rather strange to see THE wolverine like this, so submissive. Logan had been much more dominant in bed begore he met wade, he had never trusted anyone to see him like this, he's never trusted anyone enough to see him vulnerable. Yet wade easily peeled back all those feisty layers within just a year, how? You might ask, well even logan doesn't know. Logans trust issues aside, no one he had slept with in the past cared enough to learn the small things about him, like how wade had noticed the first time they slept together that logans claws peek out when he's close and fully come out when he finishes, and they certainly didn't bother to learn the ways to make logans brain turn to mush with pleasure like wade had.

Wade continues all but playing and toying with logans cock, licking, sucking, moving his hands in ways he knows logan loves.

Wade is gently sucking on the tip when he sees the claws make an appearance again, the tips of sharp adamantium edging out ever so slightly. Wade removes all contact (no matter how badly he wishes he could just swallow logan whole as he cums down his throat) the face logan makes is one wade will definitely be remembering for one of his personal sessions in the shower. He stares at logan, logans eyes are scrunched up, his mouth open as he whimpers (not that he'd admit to whimpering) a stray tear dropping down his cheek. His cock is aching and throbs as wade pulls his hand away again. Logan grabs hold of the back of wades head.

"Quit teasin'."

He all but growls, wade smirks at this

"Say please peanut"

Logan groans, slumping back into the couch

"Please..."

He utters quietly, wade isn't quite pleased with this not yet at least

"Hm? What was that?"

He says with confidence, he had obviously heard him, just wanted to hear it again, I mean who wouldn't want to hear the one and not quite only wolverine saying please? usining his index finger to collect the pre that's dribbling down logans length, this earns him a whimper from logan.

"Fuck..P-please wade, please just lemme cum"

Holy shit biscuit, is logan begging him? Now this, this pleases wade. Wades face lights up. Sensing logan isn't in the mood for being teased about begging so beautifully wade holds it back. Logans making another face that wade is definitely saving for later.

"One more, then you can babygirl, just hangin there"

The merc responds smoothly, logan whimpers, he's desperate yet he knows he can't change wades mind and is too fucked out to argue.

Wade moves his hand skillfully, adding some mouth to it just for fun, in no time logans claws are peeking out and wade pulls away much to logans displeasure. Wade earns another whimper from his precious peanut.

"Alright baby, the readers were waiting for this one."

None of wades words make any sense to logan, in one ear out the other, so, he just whines in response.

Wade waits a minute before jerking logan a couple times, he then moves on to use his mouth, moving the hand that isn't holding logans dick to his own dick, his movements are fast, skillfully using his tongue, hollowing his cheeks every now and again, moving his own hand quickly over himself. After some attention to logans tip, licking the underside while sucking gently, wade feels more than sees the tips of logans claws poking out into the soft skin on his head. Logans mind is hazed with lust and animalistic pleasure. Wade makes quick work of all but swallowing logans dick down, the tip hitting the back of his throat causing a nice burn, wade gags around his cock as logan cums down his throat, the claws now fully out and slicing the back of wades head and ripping the couch cushion logan was gripping onto.

Logan let's out a choked, loud moan and a series of swears as he cums so hard he almost blacks out, pushing wade further down. Wade makes quick work on himself as he swallow logans cum, looking up at logans face is all it takes for wade to cum all over his hand, thighs and the front of the couch, logans face is dusted red his eyes rolling back, tears trailing down his cheeks and his mouth agape, drool sliding down his chin as he rides out his orgasm.

After a couple minutes logan releases wades head from his grip, the claws are back in and the wounds on wades head have healed leaving only sticky blood behind. Both men are panting, trying to catch their breath.

Wade is the first to move, he stands up muttering a small "I'll be back in a second peanut" before disappearing to the kitchen to get water and a damp tea-towel.

Wade returns with a warm damp tea-towel and two bottles of chilled water. He hands logan a bottle and gently wipes the man's dick clean whispering praises such as "you did so good logan." and "good boy, so good for me" kissing him gently every chance he gets.

Wade moves on taking one of logans hands gently and wiping the blood that had dried there from him extending his claws. Once wades done wiping down logan, himself and the couch he takes a sip of his own water, unfortunately washing away the taste of logans cum.

Both men, exhausted, pull out the couch turning it into a small bed for them both. They move some pillows about and place a blanket down before laying down, another blanket over them that has hello kitty plastered all over it. The two cuddle, logans face burried in wades chest arms wrapped around him protectively, legs tangled together as they share body heat, sharing a few soft kisses.

The physical contact makes falling asleep easy and almost instant which is unusual for both mutants but its definitely not unwelcome.

They sleep without a single nightmare, both men have found peace in eachothers arms.