"You were thinkin' about her, weren't you?"
The words weren't accusatory, and Logan shifted his gaze to Gambit before turning away. He blew a slow stream of smoke from his mouth before replacing the cigar between his lips. "Yeah." The lone word was clear, despite the obstruction between his lips. He inhaled, removed the cigar, and blew smoke again. "So were you."
Remy laughed quietly, reaching over to snag Logan's cigar, wrapping his lips around it, sucking in smoke. "Oui." Grinning, he blew out a series of smoke puffs before handing the cigar back. "Does that make us the worlds worst fags?"
Logan's deep laugh was a genuinely surprised one. "I don't think so. We never said we were exclusively into guys."
"Non? So you won't mind if I fuck her, then?"
"I didn't say that." He stubbed out the cigar in the ashtray on the nightstand before rolling onto his side to face the Cajun. He ran his hand over Remy's bare chest, teasingly stroking his fingers lower, but not low enough.
"No fair, tryin' to distract me." He shifted a little, his cock twitching, stiffening beneath the sheet. "Why don' you want me to have her, mon ami? Want her for you'self?"
"Somethin' like that."
"So it's on then." Red eyes gleamed. "We'll see who snags her first, oui?"
Logan laughed, though it was abbreviated as he glanced to the door, seconds before the soft knock came. "Speak of the devil.." he muttered, then glanced to Remy. At the Cajun's answering grin, Logan called out. "It's open, darlin'."
Rogue slipped into the room, closing the door behind herself. She lifted her head, lips parted to speak, but whatever she'd been about to say, died in her throat as she saw them. "I...oh..."
"Come to join us, chere? We were just talkin' about you."
"A..about me? Why?" She felt a little cornered, and a little confused. Remy, was naked, in Logan's bed. At least, she assumed he was naked. The parts of him she could see, were very naked. Logan looked about the same.
"Why, about your devastating beauty, chere." Remy chuckled, patting the bed. "If you'd care to come closer, and lose some of that clothing..."
A blush flared through her cheeks, and she shook her head. Her control over her skin was not automatic yet. She still had to focus hard to keep it in check, and a surprise like this...well, it didn't help her focus any. "I just...I...had to talk to Logan..." Though about what, she couldn't recall.
"You can talk, kitten." He kicked Remy under the sheets. "Don't mind him."
"No..I...it...I'll come back. Later." She fumbled around for the doorknob, before turning a little, to open the door.
"You're welcome any time, chere," Remy called. He meant it, of course.
"You scared her off," Logan muttered as the door closed.
"She'll be back."
He had to agree to that. Flustered as she'd been, he'd smelled her arousal. She'd be back, even if for no other reason than to sate her curiosity. "Until then..."
"I am all yours, mon ami."
** ** **
She still couldn't figure out the exact chain of events that had led to her being here. Oh, she wanted to be here, no question about that, but how, exactly, it had happened...she couldn't say.
She had no idea how a threesome worked. Hell, she barely had an idea how sex worked, but she assumed they'd help her figure it out, and she was waiting for their cues. Neither of them seemed to be moving. Remy had a silly grin on his face, and Logan...she wasn't sure what Logan's expression was.
Rogue watched as Logan reached for a cigar, lighting it up, drawing in a puff of smoke. Remy reached for it, taking it with one hand while his other hand ran through Logan's hair. He murmured something soft to Logan, who snorted, and kind of laughed, before he leaned in to kiss Remy. Rogue watched, squirming a little, because that was kind of hot.
In the interest of not burning the place down, she took the cigar from Remy's hand, holding it gingerly. "Thank you, chere." He smiled to her, red eyes glowing.
Curiously, Rogue lifted the cigar to her lips. She'd never had any inclination to smoke before; she didn't really have one now. All the same, she wrapped her lips around the cigar, lifting her eyes to the men. Their expressions were priceless. With a smile, she removed the cigar, managing not to grimace at the taste of it.
"How 'bout we put your lips to better use, chere?" Remy leaned toward her, giving her time enough to take an out if she wanted, before he claimed her lips softly.
Logan took the cigar from Rogue - in the interest of not burning down the house - and snuffed it in the ashtray. In a way, he was glad Remy had started kissing her; it put him up front. Grinning, and not attempting to hide his imaginary victory, he moved himself behind Rogue, running his fingertips softly over her back. He leaned in, whispering against his ear. "If anythin's too much, darlin', you give the word and we'll stop." He bit her earlobe softly, then a little more sharply before he pulled away.
She broke the kiss with Remy with a gasp, her back arching slightly. "All right." She was nervous, yes, but this was hot. "If you guys... you know. If you feel my skin kicking in..."
"We'll move, chere. No worries." He didn't want to die. Not literally, anyway. "Just relax, and enjoy." He knew he would. He watched Logan slide his fingertips beneath Rogue's shirt, caressing her back before slipping his hands around, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. With a grin, he shed his own shirt, and unfastened his pants.
Logan closed his eyes, feeling her nipples tightening between his fingers, forming hard nubs. Tilting his head, he began to lick and nibble along her throat before biting outright. He liked the way she squirmed and whimpered and gasped and wiggled. Gently, slowly, he lifted her shirt away, and she raised her arms to help him.
Remy enjoyed the view. A smile spread across his lips as he moved closer. His hands rested on her waist, and his lips fastened around one nipple, sucking softly, flicking his tongue against it.
"Oh!" A surprised, but pleased, cry left her lips at that sensation. She wasn't sure what she'd expected, coming into this. They were both such...men. Logan was gruff, surly. Remy was ... less so, but he could still be rough. She'd seen them in combat. But this...there were elements of that, yes, but such a tenderness beneath that. She wondered if they were like this with each other, either all or some of the time, or if it was her presence that drew that out.
She turned her head a little as the bed shifted, as Logan moved, but he was standing, taking off his shirt, sliding down his pants, and oh dear God he was naked. She glanced down as Remy dragged his tongue from one swollen nipple, between her breasts, to repeat the procedure on her other nipple. His hand was toying with the fastens to her jeans, and she nodded, doubting he saw, but consenting all the same.
The Cajun drew his head back, admiring the swollen nipples peaking her breasts. He unfastened her pants, unzipping them. "You're gonna have to help me out, chere." His voice was low, thick with lust.
"I got it." Logan lifted her by her waist, setting her on her knees. Remy smiled, and gently peeled her pants open. He gazed up at her, head canted, a silent question in gleaming red eyes.
"Yes...oh yes." She found she didn't actually have to do much of the work; Logan lifted her again so Remy could finish sliding her legs out of her jeans and panties. It made her giggle a little, and then she suddenly realized she was naked, with two men. It was surreal, and she didn't think too hard about it.
"You still good, darlin'?" It was hard for him to ask. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, to fuck her senseless, but the situation demanded gentleness. He wanted this to happen again. And again, and again. "You say the word..."
"I'm good, Logan." She gathered, from their relative positions, the next step. Leaning forward, she shifted her knees back, lifting her hips, thighs parting a little as she reached down to help Remy out of his pants.
"Unnnhh...you sure you've never done this before, chere?" He was content to let her; he liked the feel of her hands as she removed his pants, as her fingers brushed against his cock, and he sent a little prayer to whoever was listening, that she could hold her control over her skin for just a bit longer.
"Never. Am I doin' okay?" She watched Remy finish sliding out of his pants, and he was there, before her, his naked, throbbing cock just inches from her lips. Swallowing once, she leaned in, flicking her tongue against him. "Or is that better?"
Logan laughed softly, sliding his hands over her hips. She was right there and oh dear God he just wanted to fuck her, to drive himself into her, but he restrained himself. Instead, he slid one finger into her, gently, thrusting, before adding a second, splaying them to stretch her a little. "I think you're doin' just fine."
She squirmed a little against Logan's hand, shivering as she felt Remy's hands in her hair, gently holding her head close to him. "I think you should suck on it, chere. That would be best." He groaned, his eyes rolling back as she did just that, enveloping his cock in her warm, wet mouth. He tried not to move, not to thrust up against her, mindful of the fact this was her first time (well, as far as he knew..).
Logan withdrew his fingers, sucking her fluid softly from them before he positioned himself, and gently, slowly, thrust into her. He moved his hands to grip her hips softly, holding her steady, but paying attention to her body language..if it was too much. Or not enough. She surprised him (but not in an unpleasant way) as she thrust back against him, and he was buried inside of her.
After the initial still period of adjustment, they began to move. Awkwardly at first, until Rogue coordinated herself to them, bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, losing herself in the rhythm, in the sounds, in her building pleasure. Remy's fingers were tight in her hair. Logan's fingers were digging into her hips. Both of them were filling her, throbbing softly inside of her, and it was an exquisite sort of wonderful.
It got even better as one of Logan's hands left her hip, sliding between her thighs, slipping through the sticky wetness to stroke and rub and gently pinch her clit. Her back arched, and her cry was muffled around Remy's cock as she came, sucking harder on him, inadvertently clenching around Logan. She heard their own cries/growls/groans of release, feeling Logan's release, and then tasting Remy's. She nearly choked, but she managed to swallow, breathe, and not retch (something of a miracle, she assumed). Lifting her head, she caught a spurt of his cum on her cheek - apparently, there was more than one.
She watched, a little fascinated, as Remy stroked himself, a few more spurts of white fluid flying from him, landing on the bed between them. Rogue felt some crazy need to apologize - but how was she to have known? Either way, he looked happy.
Rogue felt Logan pull out of her, and she whimpered; she felt empty, without him, without them, inside of her. She collapsed on her side on the bed, between them, panting, body gleaming with sweat. "How was that?" Honestly asking, because while she assumed it was all right...she didn't know.
"Wonderful, chere."
"What he said, darlin'. You think you'll be up for another go tonight?" he grinned, running his hand over her side. "Think your skin'll hold up?"
"Yeah...yeah I think I'll be good." It seemed to be okay. It was more than okay.
It was great.