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[I'll Be Your] Shelter

Summary:

“Well, here we are. Thanks for the rescue. From the party.”
“Mm,” Hugh moved to set his water bottle on a side table, “I noticed you and Jake were rather chummy.”

“Chummy?” there was mirth in the other’s features, “Why Hugh, were you jealous?” His grin faded after a moment as Hugh stared at him, eyes narrowed slightly. He blinked and repeated, curious this time, “Were you jealous?”

“Jealous?” he huffed, moving to stand before the other, “Jealous that it was him making you laugh? That he kept touching you?” He leaned in closer as he growled, “Yeah, I was bloody jealous.”

Hugh - and Logan - are of the consensus that Ryan Reynolds belongs to him/them.

Notes:

Started this 2019. Abandoned it like the jerk I am. Found it again and finally finished it.
Set in 2019 or so.

[three-quel (hahaha) to Merc With a Mouth/Relieve the Tension]

Chapter Text

How much longer until he could sneak out an exit without drawing a great deal of attention to himself?

Ryan’s eyes shifted from an exit near the back of the room, to the photographer standing nearby snapping celebrity photos, as the man called his name. His smile was plastered in place as the man snapped a photo of him, before moving on to capture the images of others.

He enjoyed press tours, but these celebrity galas were boring as hell. Not to mention a bit nerve-wracking. Gossip and small talk and platitudes.

He glanced to his left as a teasing voice chided lightly, “Looking to make an escape, Reynolds?”

“Jake,” Ryan greeted Jake Gyllenhal with a smirk, “Have been since about 30 seconds into this shindig.”

“Let’s get you something to take your mind off the boredom,” Jake motioned to the nearby bar; after a moment, Ryan followed him toward it. It beat standing by the wall (or trying - people kept engaging him in conversation), staring at people.

 

Hugh was seething.

He was mingling with the crowd, but his eyes kept shifting to the two men near the bar who were talking, drinks in hand. Almost twenty minutes now. That’s how long it had been since Ryan had followed Jake to the bar. What did the two have to talk about for so long, anyway?

Hugh’s attention shifted to Elle Fanning as she touched his arm and told him she would see him later. He smiled warmly at her, drawing a laugh from her as he raised her hand to his lips and dropped a brief kiss on the back of it. She headed toward the buffet table, and his attention shifted back to the bar.

There was absolutely no reason for jealousy. Ryan and Jake were friends, and what reason or right did he have to be jealous, anyway? [He ignored that inner voice which sounded like Logan: 'Cuz he's fuckin ours!] It wasn’t as if he and Ryan were attached. So they had hooked up at his apartment twice, the last time three weeks ago. So he liked the way the younger man felt in his arms. So they were best friends and practically attached at the hip sometimes, and he was closer to the man emotionally than he had ever been with anyone in any romantic relationship. They were still just..

A low growl rumbled from his chest when he saw Jake drop a hand on Ryan’s arm and lean in close to speak near his ear. Before he quite realized it, he was stalking toward the bar.

“Hugh!” Jake greeted him when he reached the bar, offered his hand. Hugh’s eyes flicked to Ryan for a mere second. The man looked pleased to see him, at least, and that made him feel some sort of way. His glance at Ryan had been barely a tick of time - Gyllenhal hadn’t noticed - before shifting back to Jake. He shook the extended hand with a smile, biting back the urge to insert himself between the man and Ryan.

“Gentlemen,” he greeted, giving them both a smile. It broadened into a grin as Ryan raised a brow and glanced around, before asking, “Where? Oh, you meant us.”

Ryan took the hand he offered and shook it, their gazes meeting as he squeezed lightly, and Hugh gave in to the satisfying urge to insert himself between the two men. He moved to stand between them, effectively separating them as he slipped an arm around Ryan to rest his hand at the small of his back, and he asked casually,

“Enjoying the party?”

Jake answered in the affirmative, but Ryan wrinkled his nose and shrugged a shoulder. Hugh raised a brow and shot him a smile, “Where else would you prefer to be?”

“Any place,” the other answered with a small smile of his own, raising his glass to sip at its contents.

“Even another party?” it was Jake smirking now, and Ryan chuckled softly and amended,

“Almost any place.”

Why did Hugh have an almost-overwhelming desire to put his hand on Jake’s face and shove the man away?

Their gazes shifted to Ryan as he told Jake lightly, "Hugh here is almost ready to jump on board the Deadpool train, ain'tcha, Hugh? He's just dying to be Wolvie again."

Hugh chuckled and shook his head, "So you keep trying to convince me."

“Well good luck with that, Ryan,” Jake grinned at the man, “I think that may take some convincing.”

“Nahhh,” Ryan waggled his brows and shot a smirk in Hugh’s direction, “Got ‘im eating out of the palm of my hand.”

“Is that right?” Hugh raised a brow, and Ryan grinned and amended, “Almost.”

”Another drink?” Jake asked, pointing first at Ryan then at Hugh. Both men declined, Ryan raising his glass to show he wasn’t quite finished with it, and Jake turned for the bar.

Hugh watched him approach the bar before turning his gaze to Ryan. He studied the other man - Ryan was glancing around the room, his drink in one hand and his other hand shoved in the pocket of the slacks he was wearing. The other’s brown gaze shifted to him as he queried softly,

“Alright there, Noldsy?” The nickname brought a quick grin to Ryan’s face.

“Yeah, of course,” the younger man’s gaze flitted away for a moment. He grimaced slightly, then shook his head and looked back at Hugh. “Just - not a fan of all this -” he motioned toward the rest of the room with the hand holding his drink, “- you know?”

“Yeah,” Hugh shifted closer, putting himself more firmly in Ryan’s space, “I know. If you need to leave, I’ll take you home.”

Those brown eyes met his own, and the other shot him a mischievous smile and asked playfully, “My home or yours?”

His voice was low, only for Ryan, as he pressed his hand against the man’s back and leaned in closer to murmur at the other’s ear, “Mine, if I’m lucky.” A smile touched his own mouth as he saw the hint of color touching Ryan’s cheeks, caught the look the other man shot him from beneath lowered lashes.

Both men glanced at Jake as the other man joined them again, fresh drink in hand. Hugh stayed where he was, hand on Ryan’s back and shoulder pressed against the other’s, and smiled at the man who had just rejoined them.

“It’s been a pleasure, Jake, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to skip out of here. Ryan isn’t feeling well, so I’m going to give him a ride home.”

“Oh?” Jake’s gaze flicked to Ryan, “You do look a little flushed there. Sorry to hear that, man.”

“Headache,” was the explanation as Ryan shot him a quick smile, “The noise here, y’know. We’ll hang out sometime, yeah?”

“Definitely,” Jake clapped him lightly on the shoulder, “Go home, feel better.”

Hugh managed to keep the smile on his face and not growl at the promise of hanging out another time, and of Jake’s hands on Ryan. Instead, he shifted minutely closer to the man at his side before asking softly, “Ready?” An affirmative nod, and he nodded to Jake, then guided Ryan toward the door with the hand on his back.

It was somewhat of a relief that they made it to the exit without anyone else realising they were leaving and questioning them about it.

When they were in the parking lot, Hugh gave the valet his ticket. “Did you drive?” his attention turned back to Ryan, to find the other man watching him.

“Hmm?” Ryan blinked, then shook his head, “Came in an Uber.”

“Good,” Hugh’s hand slid up his back, to rest on the back of his neck. He brushed his thumb across the exposed skin there, and felt a shiver run through the other. Their attention turned to the car that was pulling up in front of them, and Hugh reluctantly removed his hand. “Get in,” he nodded toward the car, and moved to the driver’s side as the valet climbed out. He slipped the man a tip, then watched as Ryan climbed in the passenger side.

 

It was a ten minute drive back to Hugh’s apartment. Most of it was spent in compatible silence, and if Ryan’s fiddling with the radio amused him, he kept that to himself. It wasn’t until after the car was parked in the parking garage, and they were on their way upstairs via the elevator, that Ryan turned to him, eyes wide.

“Shit. Did you want to stay? At the party? We could have -”

His voice trailed off as Hugh moved into his space, crowding him back against the elevator wall. The younger man’s eyes searched his face, fell to his mouth as he answered,

“No, I would much prefer being here. Just like this.”

“On the elevator?”

He laughed softly, shaking his head, “Yeah, smartass, on the elevator. With you.” At that moment, the elevator chimed, indicating they had reached the first floor of his triplex. “Alright then,” he amended, “in my apartment. With you.” He moved back and motioned toward the doors as they swished open.

 

Minutes later, they were inside the apartment, Ryan in the living room and Hugh retrieving bottles of water from the kitchen. He moved into the living room, and found his guest standing at the windows that made up one wall, staring out at the skyline. Ryan had toed off his dress shoes before walking on the rug in front of the window, and taken off his jacket and bowtie, which he had tossed onto a nearby arm chair. He had undone the top button of his white dress shirt; Hugh had a sudden craving to move close and lick the exposed skin.

“Have I mentioned I love the view from here?” Ryan asked as he joined him. His own gaze followed the other’s, taking in the lit-up skyline of New York.

“I told you you’re welcome to come and look out my window any time you wish, Ryan.”

They stood in quiet for a minute, appreciating the view, before the younger man turned and shot him a charming smile.

“Well, here we are. Thanks for the rescue. From the party.”

“Mm,” Hugh moved to set his water bottle on a side table, “I noticed you and Jake were rather chummy.”

“Chummy?” there was mirth in the other’s features, “Why Hugh, were you jealous?” His grin faded after a moment as Hugh stared at him, eyes narrowed slightly. He blinked and repeated, curious this time, “Were you jealous?”

“Jealous?” he huffed, moving to stand before the other, “Jealous that it was him making you laugh? That he kept touching you?” He leaned in closer as he growled, “Yeah, I was bloody jealous.”

“Was he touching me?” Ryan’s voice was low, his eyes searching Hugh’s features. His pupils were blown slightly as he licked his lips; Hugh’s own gaze flicked to his mouth as he did.

“Yes,” he moved closer, gripped the other man’s elbow to pull him to him, “He was fucking touching you. Pissed me off.”

“Why?” the question was a whisper, Ryan’s eyes locked on his mouth now. The man exhaled sharply as Hugh’s hands dropped to his hips to pull him still closer.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you,” it was part confession, part warning, “Only me.”

“Hugh..” His name was a whispered plea, and he growled and leaned in to crush their mouths together. Ryan moaned, a low, soft noise, and Hugh rocked his hips forward, against the other man’s. Satisfaction shot through him as he felt the line of the other’s hard cock, pressed against his own. He licked at the other’s mouth - Ryan’s lips parted easily for him - before slipping his tongue in to possess it. He claimed the other’s mouth thoroughly, tongue exploring and mapping it. Finally he pulled back for air, breathing ragged and hips rocking forward against Ryan.

He raised a hand, fingers finding and catching hold of Ryan’s left nipple. The other man gasped, eyes closed, as he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged lightly.

“Did you want him, Ryan?” he growled, grinding his hips against the others, “Did you want to get on your knees for him? Hmm?”

The other man started to shake his head no, before opening his eyes, the brown nearly swallowed by the black of his blown pupils. “Will you punish me if I say yes?”

“Yes.”

“Then yeah,” his voice was breathless as he rocked forward, hips pressing against Hugh’s, “Yeah, I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off, right in the middle of that party.”
He knew what Ryan was doing, knew the other was asking to be punished deliberately. The smack across the face brought a hungry sound from the other man, and Ryan continued, voice a whisper,

“Wanted him to fuck my mouth -”

Another slap, and Ryan was leaning hard into him, eyes closed and breathing ragged as he pleaded, “Please, Hugh please..”

“You want to suck cock?” he gripped the other’s shoulder, pushed him down. Ryan went willingly, eagerly, hands sliding down his thighs as he pushed him to his knees, “You can choke on mine.”

“I’m lying,” the other man whispered, fumbling with the zip of his slacks, “Didn’t want him, I swear. Only you.” He managed to undo the button and push down the zipper, then pulled Hugh’s dick free of the material trapping it, “Only you, I swear it.” Seconds later, he was swallowing Hugh’s cock, a low moan escaping his throat.

Hugh growled and rocked his hips forward, pushing deeper into the other’s hot mouth. He gripped Ryan’s hair as he pressed forward, the need to control and possess the other threading up along his spine. A need to own him. He breathed a curse of pleasure as Ryan sucked hard on his shaft, and fucked deeper, gagging the other man.

“I guess I need to punish you for lying to me then,” his accented voice was gravelly with lust, and Ryan shuddered hard.

Hugh caught him by the hair and tugged the other off him. “Safeword the same?” The other nodded, and he instructed, “Say it. So we’re clear.”

“Professor X,” came the breathless response, brown eyes staring up at him and hands clutching his thighs. He raised a hand to brush it down Ryan’s cheek, murmuring, “So fucking pretty.” He traced a thumb across the other’s mouth, and Ryan exhaled a sharp breath, lips parting. Hugh hummed, a low pleased sound, and shoved two fingers into the wet heat of his mouth. The hum turned to a soft growl as the kneeling man began to suck them, eyes slipping closed. He shifted after several moments, his cock throbbing, and pulled them free. “C’mon,” he nodded toward the couch and crossed the room to it, “Crawl your pretty ass over here.”

Hugh seated himself on the overly comfortable couch and watched, reaching down to grip his cock, as Ryan crawled across the room to him. The other positioned himself between his spread legs and raised up on his knees, hands resting on Hugh’s thighs.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“Figured that was obvious,” the response was almost a whisper as Ryan’s eyes dropped to his dick, which twitched against his fingers. The man licked his lips - Hugh had to grip himself tight at the sight - and leaned in to run the tip of his tongue up Hugh’s shaft. He allowed the other man to take him in his mouth, lips closing around him and tongue slipping down his length. The noise he made as he did was soft, hungry, and Hugh cursed beneath his breath, hips arching to push deeper. He clutched the back of the couch with one hand, trying to control his urges to fuck up into the wet heat surrounding his throbbing shaft; his other hand slipped into the blond’s hair, fingers tightening and pulling his head down. Ryan made that soft, hungry sound again, eyes closed as he took more of his shaft, his fingers clutching at the material of Hugh’s slacks.

Another curse escaped his lips as Ryan sucked and licked; much more of this and he was going to go off like a rocket. With a force of will, he pulled the other off him, fingers tangled in his soft hair. “Stand up,” his voice was wrecked with lust as he tugged the other up by his hair, “Ryan. Up.”

Ryan blinked up at him, eyes flicking back to his cock, then obeyed and pushed himself to his feet. His breathing was rapid, swollen lips parted as he stared down at him, and Hugh nearly ordered him back to his knees again. Instead he instructed, “Clothes off. Now.”

Ryan raised fingers which were shaking slightly to undo his shirt buttons. There was that almost-shy glance, lust-blown brown eyes peering from beneath lowered lashes.

“Fuck,” Hugh cursed, shoving himself to his feet and stepping into the other’s space, “The things you do to me.”

He pushed the younger man’s hands away from the buttons and reached to undo them himself. Once the dress shirt was unbuttoned, he stepped back a step and waited. Only a moment’s hesitation, eyes searching his face, before Ryan was tugging the dress shirt off and tossing it toward the armchair. Neither man noticed when it fell short and landed on the floor. The white undershirt went next; Ryan was reaching for the button of his dress pants when Hugh caught his hands, stopping him.

Hugh drank in the sight of the other, biting his bottom lip as he did. “Go ahead,” he whispered hoarsely, “Take them off.”

Ryan licked his lips again - damn, but that was going to be Hugh’s undoing yet, it sent heat straight to his cock - then obediently shoved the pants off his lean hips. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, then grasped the waist of his boxers. He raised his eyes to Hugh and, catching his bottom lip between his teeth, shoved them off his hips. They fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, too.

“Good boy,” Hugh murmured in appreciation, and saw the shiver pass through the other man. He moved back to seat himself on the couch again, motioning for Ryan to come to him. When the man was standing between his spread legs, his cock hard and shining with pre-cum, Hugh reached out a hand to grasp his hip and pull him closer.

Ryan let out a soft gasp, fingers finding and clutching Hugh’s shoulders, as he leaned in and ran his tongue up the length of the other’s hard shaft. He licked around the head, lapping up the pre-cum and growling hungrily at the taste. He pulled away to look up at the other, “I’m going to suck your pretty dick, sweetheart. That alright?”

“Anything,” the other’s voice was breathless, “Anything you want.”

Hugh leaned in and took Ryan in his mouth, tongue exploring the length of his shaft. He took more, hands sliding around Ryan’s thighs to grasp his perfect ass, and urged him closer. Ryan caught the unspoken command and pushed forward, sliding his dick deeper with a whispered, “Fuck.”

Hugh took his time, licking and sucking the other, one hand gripping the firm ass beneath it, the other grasping his hip to hold him close. He wanted to do so much to this man. Taste him, explore him, make him feel better than anyone had ever made him feel. He wanted to give Ryan whatever would satiate him, be the one to curb his cravings for sex, for pain, for domination. The thought of anyone else controlling him, ordering him to his knees or tasting his dick or slapping his pretty face sent a wave of possessiveness through him that he hadn’t felt in years, if ever. He took the hard dick in his mouth deeper with a low growl, fingers tightening on the other’s flesh.

“Hugh,” Ryan’s breathless moan, the way the other held onto his shoulders and leaned into him, amped up his need to make the other feel good. He sucked hard, tongue pressing into the slit of Ryan’s cock, and the man gasped his name again. Hugh felt the cock in his mouth twitch as he pressed his tongue hard just beneath the crown, and Ryan tried to pull back, voice shaking, “I’m gonna -”

Good. More than good. Exactly what he wanted. He hauled the other close again, making his intentions obvious, and a low moan escaped Ryan’s throat as he began to cum. Hugh growled in satisfaction, swallowing down shot after shot of hot fluid.

When he finally pulled his mouth off the other, it was to pull Ryan down onto his lap, turning him so his back was to Hugh’s chest as he did. His own cock, still protruding from his now-too-tight dress pants, pressed up against the other’s ass as he pulled Ryan firmly against him.

Ryan’s head fell back against his shoulder, and he nipped the other man’s ear with his teeth. He smiled, arms tightening around the man’s waist, as the blond whispered, “That was .. wow.” He saw the man swallow, bite at his bottom lip, as he pressed his hips upward, cock slipping along the crack of his ass.

“You can fuck me,” the whispered permission sent heat to his cock again; the brown eyes which shifted to him, shy and pleading both, caused his heart to thud in his chest suddenly. “If you want, you can..”

“What else can I do, hmm?” he breathed the question against the other’s throat, teeth grazing flesh, “What else can I do to you, Ryan?”

The other shifted in his lap - he growled in pleasure - and answered, “Anything you want. Anything.”

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“Everything,” another whisper, this one barely audible, “Anything you will do.”

“Do you want me to fuck you? Give you pain?” His fingers brushed the other’s spent cock, which twitched beneath them, “Control you? Or be gentle, make you feel good,” he nipped the other’s ear with his teeth, “Make you cum over and over.” The cock beneath his fingers was half-hard again already, and Ryan shifted against his lap, sending a throb of pleasure through his own too-hard dick.

“All of it,” a soft plea in the husky voice, “Anything you’ll give me, Hugh.”

“And who do you want to do it?”

The younger man went still, eyes opening to look at him, lips parted with his rapid breathing.

He waited, fingers slipping down to brush against the other’s balls, one arm still tight around his waist.

“There’s no wrong answer,” he murmured against the other’s ear in assurance. He scowled and amended, “Unless you name someone not in this room.” A soft chuckle escaped Ryan at the words.

“Definitely someone in this room,” his eyes were on Hugh’s mouth, “Not a fair choice, want you both.”

“Mm,” Hugh’s fingers wrapped around the cock beneath his hand, stroking slowly and drawing a soft moan from the other, “Do you? Then you can have us both.”

“Please,” a whispered plea as the other shifted against his lap, sending another throb of heat through his dick. Brown eyes met his gaze, “I want --”

“What do you want, hmm?” The accent was gone now, and it was Logan’s graveled voice, low and hungry, “Tell me.”

“Logan,” the name was a whispered breath, “I want -” Ryan bit his lip hard - he looked nervous, suddenly, gaze shifting away.

“Ryan,” the arm around his waist slipped loose and fingers caught his chin, turning his face so their gazes met, “You’re safe with me. You know that. If you want me to go -”

“No!” Ryan half-turned in his lap suddenly, almost frantic, “No, don’t..” He leaned in to press his mouth hard against Logan’s, and Logan responded just as hungrily. He devoured the other’s mouth, determined to imprint his need for the other, and Ryan groaned against his lips. When they finally parted, Ryan straightened in his lap, head falling back against his shoulder and ass pressing down against his aching dick.

He growled, shifting his own hips against the other, “What d’ya want, sweetheart?”

Ryan bit his lip again, “You’ll think I’m crazy.” He smirked as Logan huffed a chuckle, “I already think you’re crazy.” He swallowed, closing his eyes and resting his head back against Logan’s shoulder again, then confessed, ”Your hands on my throat.”

“Mm. Is that right?” The hand which had stilled on Ryan’s dick when the other had displayed his nervousness started stroking slowly again, and Ryan gasped and arched his hips into the touch. He brushed his other hand up along the man’s bare arm and shoulder, across his collar bone, to rest against the side of his throat. They rested there for a solitary second before Logan’s large hand shifted, fingers wrapped around his throat, thumb pressed lightly against Ryan’s pulse point.

The blonde whimpered softly, eyes closed and hips shifting down against him.

Logan exhaled a sharp breath, his eyes locked on the other’s face. How could one man be so fucking delectable? Not a word he used often - or ever - but it applied here, no doubting it. He tightened his hold on Ryan’s neck, fingers pressing against the soft skin of his throat, and felt the pulse beating rapidly beneath his thumb. He had a desire, a need, to see how much the other man could take.

Logan felt the shudder run through Ryan’s body as he nipped at his ear and murmured in a husky growl, “It gets to be too much and you can’t use your safeword, you tap my arm three times, hear?” A rapid nod, and he studied the other’s features, the closed eyes, parted lips, rapid inhalations. “How many, Ryan? Say it.”

“Three,” came the barely-there-whisper, “Three times.”

“Good,” his fingers tightened - and so did his body at Ryan’s soft draw of breath - “That’s a good boy.”

Another shiver coursed the length of the other’s body, and he tightened his grip on the cock beneath his fingers, as well as on his throat. Submission rolled off the other in waves and it hit every hot spot in his own body.

“You like this with everyone you fuck?” he growled, careful to keep the hand on the other’s throat motionless. He pulled his hands away altogether as a sudden stab of possessiveness and jealousy raced through him, and exhaled a long, calming breath. He was more than willing to give the man the pain and domination he seemed to crave, but not out of anger.

Ryan’s eyes flew open and the man shot him a side glance, blinking in an almost-dazed way. Arousal and bewilderment touched his features and he whispered, “Wha - ?” He swallowed and shook his head, finally processing the question, “Not for a long time.”

A smile touched the corner of Logan’s mouth and his hands found their places again - one around Ryan’s throat, the other sliding along his thigh to brush his cock. The hand at his throat tightened more; Logan found he liked the way the other was drawing in ragged breaths now, his brown eyes closed as he rocked himself down against Logan’s hard shaft.

Color was creeping up Ryan’s face as he cut off his air supply, and didn’t he look so fucking pretty like that?

He nipped at a spot below the blonde’s ear as he rocked up against the other’s ass, and Ryan gasped softly, ragged breaths escaping him.

“Starting to think you might be enjoying this, sweetheart.” He traced his fingers down the man’s shaft to lightly squeeze his balls, “This good? Maybe you want these spanked, hmm?”

Ryan tried to nod, one hand clutching Logan’s arm (but not tapping), the other grasping Logan’s thigh on which he was perched like he was holding on for life. Logan’s hands tightened on his balls, his own cock slick with precum and sliding against the other’s ass.

“Spread ‘em,” he said, voice ragged with lust, as he released his grip on the other to tap his inner thigh. Ryan obeyed without hesitation, legs spread over Logan’s muscled thighs, and it was almost too much. A shudder racked his own body, cock spurting more precum, and it took every bit of his remaining willpower not to shove the other down on the floor and fuck him senseless.

“Fuck. Be still, damnit.”

Ryan obeyed immediately, eyes half-closed and breathing in rapid gasps. Logan closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm himself and his raging need for the man, then opened them again. He studied the other’s face, took in the flushed features, his breathing, the need and hunger etched in every line, and his fingers tightened around Ryan’s throat.

His fingers traced down the man’s shaft, reached his balls, and he growled, “Ready for this, sweetheart?”

A nod yes and a gasp of “Please, fuck, yes” was the response.

The first blow was light, a gentle but firm tap against the other man’s tight balls. Ryan gasped, a soft cry punching from his throat, entire body shuddering. Logan growled and arched up against his ass, hungry to see more. He brought his hand down again, another light slap, and the other moaned in desperation.

“Logan please..”

Another light slap brought another soft cry from the man. His cock was dripping precum down his hard shaft, and Logan trailed a fingertip through it. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, and Ryan moaned low in his throat, gaze riveted to him. Another swipe through the precum and he pushed his fingers against the other man’s mouth.

It was all he could do not to come on the spot when Ryan sucked them clean.

“You cum without my permission and I’ll beat that pretty little ass,” he warned, voice thick with lust, and he swiped fingers through the leaking fluids again so Ryan could suck them.

The next slap was harder, landing firmly against the other’s balls as his other hand tightened around his throat again. Another slap, and another, and Ryan was rocking against his lap, body trembling with the effort of holding still.

Logan’s hand came down against his balls again, harder still, and Ryan cried out, ass pressed back against Logan’s dick and his lean body shaking. He released his hold on the man’s throat and nipped at his collar bone.

“Turn around,” he growled, half-lifting, half-pushing the other off his leaking dick, “Want to look at that pretty face.”

Ryan managed to turn himself to face Logan without falling to the floor, knees resting on the couch on either side of his thighs, dripping cock rubbing against Logan’s hard shaft. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, leaning heavily on the man as Logan’s fingers gripped his ass.

Had he ever wanted anyone’s touch so badly before? Ryan didn’t think so. He was fairly certain even his hair was hot for the man holding him; he was an inferno of need. Possibly coming off as desperate as he felt right now, too, but Logan didn’t seem to mind. The man was watching him with that intense, hungry gaze, head tilted slightly and a small smile at the corner of his mouth. Ryan wanted to kiss it, taste it, be the reason it was there. He did just that - leaned in and brushed his mouth against the other’s. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulled him at a better angle, and Logan allowed him to deepen it, to explore his mouth the way he was so desperate to do. Yeah, Ryan was fairly certain he had never wanted anyone quite like this. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this safe with someone before, either. With fucking Wolverine, even. It made sense though; the man was a force of nature in all variants - Wolverine, Logan, Hugh - and protective of his own.

Was he? The thought leapt into his head as Logan nipped his bottom lip then caught his mouth again, fingers squeezing his ass. Was he Logan’s? He wanted to be, he realized, shifting forward so his cock was pressed hard against the man’s, he - fucking hell, the muscles on this man. Those fucking abs were prefection - wanted to belong to this man. To Hugh, too. He wanted to belong to them so hard no one else would ever lay a hand on him. Shit. His brain short-circuited then as the other man sucked on his tongue.

 

Logan was panting when they finally parted for breath, every nerve in his body alight. Focused on Ryan, on every gasp of breath, every shiver.

“No idea how bad I wanna pound that sweet ass,“ he rasped, nuzzling the spot beneath the man’s ear, “but fuck, too fuckin’ close to cumming.” He was so close to the edge his body ached with it, he needed a moment to regain control of himself.

“S’okay,” Ryan’s words were lust-slurred, breath hot against his ear, and his cock jerked at the sound of them, “Just touch me, please, fuck.”

He ran a hand up the blonde’s side, enjoyed the feel of him, the way the other leaned into his touch. His fingers found and pinched the other’s nipple and a full-body shudder wracked him. Logan hummed his approval, tugged at the nipple again, before leaning in to catch it with his teeth.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” the other’s chant was a gasp of breath as he sucked, then lightly nipped, “Logan I can’t..”

He pulled back and met a gaze glazed with lust, “You can. Little longer, darlin.” Ryan nodded frantically, eyes slipping closed; he was about to fall apart and Logan knew it.

He raised a hand and wrapped it lightly around the man’s neck, then he squeezed, cutting the other’s air so Ryan was gasping for breath. His other hand slipped between them, brushing against their dripping clocks, to grasp the man’s balls. He tugged them hard as he rocked forward to rub their dicks together, and Ryan came completely undone. He body went rigid and he gasped a sound that was both startled and hungry, almost a curse but not quite words, and began to cum.

Logan’s hand shifted, fingers wrapping around both their cocks, squeezing and stroking, as streaks of hot cum painted their stomachs. “My good boy,” he growled, lips catching the man’s mouth, “Mine.” His own body was shaking with the force of his own orgasm.

He raised his hand, streaked with both their cum, and trailed his tongue over his palm, licking it clean. The other man watched, his breathing coming in ragged breaths, and rocked against him again. “Fucking hot,” Ryan whispered, head falling to rest against his shoulder.

“Mm,” he slipped an arm around the other; enjoying the man’s weight against him. He didn’t want to let him go.

 

Ryan knew he was practically clinging, but he didn’t want to pull away. He pressed his mouth against the other’s throat, grazed it with his teeth, and felt the arms around him tighten. His entire body was trembling - his orgasm had been intense, he’d cum so hard his vision had momentarily gone black - and his heart was pounding like mad in his chest. He was motionless for several eternal moments, trying to regain his senses and some sense of coherence. Finally, with a superb amount of reluctance, he started to straighten so he could shift off the other man’s lap.

“Stay,” Hugh’s accented voice murmured in his ear, “I like you right where you are.”

A small, pleased smile, unseen by Hugh because his face was still practically buried against the other man’s neck, quirked his mouth. “If you insist.” Hugh’s arms tightened around him again, making the answer obvious; one hand was rubbing up and down his back, and he was ready to melt.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” that honeyed voice sent a shiver through him. Even now he couldn’t get enough of it. “So fucking hot, Ryan. So obedient for me. It’s maddening, how delicious you are, my good boy.”

“Am I?” he asked softly, almost a whisper, as he raised his head enough to meet a gaze of brown warmth. Am I your good boy? Am I yours? He couldn’t ask those questions, couldn’t heap that type of query on Hugh over a one-night (three night, can’t forget those first two nights) stand, if that’s what this was. But was it? He and Hugh had been in one another’s orbit for years now. It wasn’t, he realized, a huge surprise to discover he had these feelings about the other man.

“You are,” Hugh leaned in and brushed his mouth against Ryan’s, and there was that melty feeling again. “You’re delicious. You’re hot.” Brown eyes caught and held his, “You’re my good boy.”

Yeah, definitely feeling warm and melty and shivery all at once, now. He nodded, head resting against Hugh’s shoulder again.

“Thanks for being my exit strategy tonight. From the party.”

Hugh chuckled and dropped a kiss against his bare shoulder, “Happy to be your exit strategy anytime, sweetheart.”

 

Hugh tugged the other man tighter against him and turned his head to breathe in his scent. He should get up, he thought, and get out of his increasingly-uncomfortable and ruined dress clothes, which he hadn’t ever removed, but he didn’t want to release the other. He chuckled as Ryan murmured suddenly, fingers tugging at the material of Hugh’s shirt,

“Someone ruined your shirt again.”

“Imagine that,” he couldn’t resist dropping a light kiss against the man’s cheek. Ryan’s soft smile sent a wave of warmth through him. “Stay with me tonight, Ryan.” Stay with me always.

“Okay,” the soft, simple acceptance had his heart dancing in his chest. He chuckled at the sleepy-sounding words which followed, “Hope you’re buying me breakfast in the morning.”

“Make it, buy it, whatever you prefer.” He nuzzled the man’s cheek, “C’mon, let’s move to the bedroom, hmm?”

They disentangled from one another and stood, both taking a moment to stretch.

When Ryan glanced around for his clothes, Hugh caught his hand, “Don’t bother,” he murmured, tugging the other toward the stairs which led up to his bedroom, “Mine are coming off, too.”

Five minutes later, he was shedding his clothing, Ryan’s brown eyes taking in every movement. “This okay?” he asked, pausing as he started to shove off his dress pants, “I have pajamas, if you prefer?”

“This is - “ the other swallowed hard suddenly, “-kinda perfect, actually.”

He finished shedding his clothes and crossed to the other man. He tugged him to his feet and into his arms, catching his mouth in a kiss which had both of them panting for air. When they finally parted, he pulled back the bed covers and crawled beneath them, then patted the mattress beside him. Ryan crawled in next to him, that almost-shy look on his face that seemed to undo Hugh every time he saw it. Hugh tugged the other man into his arms and pulled him close, pressing up against his back.

“Good?”

“Mm,” Ryan repeated as he shifted back against him, “Kinda perfect, actually.”

He thought that expression fit.. well, kinda perfect, actually.