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“Why don’t the two of you just get together? You’re both chasing after someone that’s unavailable.”
Morph probably meant it as a joke. More than likely, he just wanted to tease you both and get some sort out reaction from you. You hoped that he didn’t catch the way you exchanged a quick glance with Wolverine before wistfully turning your gaze down the hallway to Gambit’s back as he walked away.
You shook your head, laughing a little. “No way.”
“No,” the man beside you scoffed. His lips twisted into a scowl and he set off down the hallway, in the opposite direction of Gambit.
Lingering outside of the danger room, your eyes strayed to him again. There was a tightness in your chest, knowing where he was going. He was going to search for Rogue and you knew that he would find her. He would follow her around like a lost puppy and the thought of it made your heart sink. Even though you wanted to be happy just to know he was happy, it was so difficult.
Unrequited love. A sappy term used in made for tv romances. An overused trope in soap operas. Something horrible and painful that you were living through.
Day after day, you saw him trailing behind her in the mansion. He’d talk to you if you struck up a conversation, even flirt a little, but you knew who his heart belonged to. Even when Rogue was cozying up to another man, Gambit still had his sights on her and that just made the situation more painful.
For the sake of your own heart, you knew you needed a distraction. Forcing yourself to fall out of love with someone could be hard so you just needed to find something else to focus on. Even when you went to your room, even when you were sitting on your bed with a book in your hands, you kept thinking about him.
That smooth Cajun drawl, his sly smile, the way his red and black eyes looked when they settled on you from across the kitchen first thing in the morning. It was enough to make your heart race, enough to make your grip on the book tighten as you squeezed your thighs together. Training with him, Morph, and Wolverine was meant to be a physical challenge, but it just challenged your ability to focus.
It was getting late and you knew you needed to go to sleep, but consciousness had a tight grip on your brain. Becoming more lovesick when you remembered that morning. Gambit had greeted you with a slight smile, but his eyes had lit up when Rogue slipped past you into the kitchen. She apologized for almost bumping into you and she was so sweet about it, but all you could think about in that moment was the look on Gambit’s face. Like he could melt as soon as she got close to him.
As painful as your unrequited love was, you knew that Wolverine had it worse. The way that he looked at Jean every time she was in the room, the way he bristled when he saw Scott. It couldn’t be easy for him to see the woman he loved be with someone else and you knew that he’d loved Jean longer than you’d loved Gambit. So much time pining, so much time having his heart stabbed over and over again.
Loving someone and having their eyes focused on someone else. Wanting to touch someone, wanting to hold someone, but knowing that they would push you away for another person. It hurt on a deep level, making your heart into a ball of toxins buried in your chest. Every time your heart beat faster for him, a pulse of poison rushed through you and you hated it.
When you slipped out of your room, you were sure it was late enough that no one else would be awake. You just wanted to step out for a moment to get some fresh air and clear your head. Instead, you froze in the hallway at the sound of footsteps.
Your first thought was that it might be Jubilee, trying to sneak around for a midnight snack or a glass of water. Venturing closer to the corner, you realized that those definitely weren’t her footsteps. Too heavy, too…angry. As soon as that thought registered, you knew who it was.
Wolverine paused when he turned the corner, tensing as his eyes met yours. His lips twisted into a scowl, eyes darting to the side and narrowing. “I thought you’d be in your room,” he spoke up in a gruff tone.
It threw you off a little. He’d never sought you out before, not even for training together. Your relationship was cordial, at best. You tried not to show that you were surprised and simply tilted your head. “Did you need me for something?”
He didn’t answer at first. Instead, he looked back over his shoulder and then past you down the hallway. Tensed, listening for any signs that you might not be alone. Without a word, he stalked closer in the dim hallway and closed his hand around your wrist. Wolverine stalked back the way you came from, pulling you along with him.
“Wait a second!” You kept your voice at a whisper, trying to dig your heels into the floor to at least slow him down, but he was stronger. “Logan-!”
“Not now,” he snarled, glaring at you over his shoulder. He continued down the hallway, taking you with him towards your room. His head was lowered, mouth still twisted into a scowl.
Stumbling a little and trying to keep up, you glanced back down the hallway when you heard something. It was quiet, so quiet that you almost didn’t notice it, but you could’ve sworn that you heard a single click. Like the click of a door opening. You quickly put yourself at his side, eager to get out of sight before someone saw you together. The last thing you needed was Morph seeing this and jumping to conclusions.
The second you were in your room, with the door locked, he stalked over to the window with a huff. He always seemed a little agitated, but this felt more intense. The way his shoulders were tensed, the way he bared his teeth as he paced. When he finally spoke, it was in a lowered growl. “I need you for somethin’.”
“Uh…huh? What do you need me for?” Hesitantly, you took a few steps to put yourself in the center of the room. Your eyes were drawn to where he stood in front of the window, his silhouette outlined by the nighttime view beyond the glass.
His arms folded across his chest and he looked off to the side, focusing his gaze on the wall. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it and I think we can help each other. I’m not wantin’ a relationship, but we’ve both got a lot of steam to blow off and we could both use an outlet. You help me out and I’ll help you out.”
It sank in pretty quickly and your eyes widened a little. “You…want to…?”
“Don’t make me say it,” he grumbled. “Just give me an answer.”
You knew what this really was. An invitation to a compromise. You couldn’t have Gambit and he couldn’t have Jean. It stung, being infatuated with someone that was so thoroughly in love with someone else. Knowing that Gambit wouldn’t spare you more than a few seconds if Rogue was in the room, knowing that he’d only ever see you as a team member.
Even if you didn’t love Logan and you knew Logan didn’t love you, in a twisted way, you could help each other. You could feel needed, you could feel wanted, even if you were just a replacement for someone else. As pitiful as that sounded, there was a part of you that desperately wanted to feel wanted by someone…anyone. The little ball of poison in the center of your chest pulsed and you gave in with a nod.
That was all it took. A few quick rules were decided while you were both undressing, but both of you were thinking about your objects of affection. You were imagining Gambit in Wolverine’s place when his lips covered yours, when you were being lifted off your feet and carried over to your bed. At the same time, he was picturing Jean’s face in the place of yours, convincing himself that it was Jean’s voice in his ear when you let out a quiet gasp.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair as he sat on the bed. Straddling his lap, you could feel the heat of his skin against yours, feel how his muscles flexed and the way his stiff length pressed against your stomach. Warm, flushed pink with a bead of precum on the tip to show you just how wound up he’d gotten when he was thinking about the arrangement.
It felt so good just to kiss someone, just to be held by someone. Even though there was a strong taste of whiskey on his lips, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Your chest pressed tighter against his and you gently tugged on his hair. His mouth opened a little, muffling a groan as he slipped his hands beneath your thighs to lift you.
“Need this,” he growled against your lips. Wolverine’s voice held a note of desperation, blended with a ferocity that sent a shiver down your spine. He felt your hips move forward, inadvertently brushing against his shaft, and he hissed with desire. “Gotta feel you, need to be inside.”
Heat bloomed in your core and you rolled your hips again, hearing the soft wet sound of your lower lips rubbing the base of his shaft. When he nudged your clit, your nails dug into his scalp and your back arched. “Y-yes!” Your head fell back, your lips leaving his as he lifted you a little higher.
There were sparks as he lowered you, slipping the tip of his cock past your slick lips and rocking his hips to shallow fuck you. It made your opening stretch a little, the bulblike shape rubbing against a portion of your inner walls that made your breathing hitch. You closed your eyes, trying to think about Gambit because you knew that Wolverine was thinking about Jean.
Fantasizing that it was Gambit’s skillful fingers gripping your thighs so tightly that they’d leave impressions that would last. Thinking about how his red and black eyes would look half-closed and glazed over with desire. You thought about how soft his hair must be, how it would feel sliding between your fingers. Imagining that it’s his Cajun drawl in your ear instead of Wolverine groaning Jean’s name.
He began to lower you, sinking you down onto his lap so you were straddling his thighs with his cock buried in you. The wet tightness all around him, the warm sensation of your walls squeezing and stroking him as he began to move his hips. He thought of Jean’s voice in his ear, telling him how much she loved him and encouraging him to go faster, harder. Wolverine grunted and buried his face in the side of your neck as he set a rough, fast pace.
His arms slipped around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he bounced you in his lap. With the power of his thrusts, you felt like a toy. Like a doll being fucked into, taking all of his pent-up frustration and lust. Each time he thrust into you, there was a soft slap between you. The wet impact of skin against skin, the sound of your slick essence being churned by his member.
You subconsciously tugged at his hair, clinging to him and biting your lip until it bled. Desperate to stay quiet, but it was so difficult. Every thrust of his hips pushed you closer to the edge. The way he stroked at your inner walls, the heat of his skin against yours, the nearly feral grunts and snarls just beneath your ear. He was gripping your hips so hard that there would definitely be impressions of his hands left behind, possibly even bruises, but you didn’t care in that moment.
With your chest pressed to his, every bounce had your breasts moving and your nipples rubbed against his toned pectoral muscles, adding to the stimulation. In desperation, your hands moved from his hair to grab his shoulders. Fingernails digging into his skin and hips bucking so you were riding him. When you changed the angle of your hips, there was a fresh burst of heat to your core and you tightened around him. With every thrust, your clit brushed against him and it was quickly sending you towards your peak.
“Remy…” The name left your lips with a hint of desperation, almost in a whine. You could feel Wolverine’s hands shift from your hips, wandering back to squeeze your ass and hold you against him as he lied back. With him lying under you on the bed, you kept moving your hips and rode him. Hands moving down his chest, nails scraping over his skin and feeling grateful that his hold on you didn’t falter. He continued to guide you, helping you inch closer and closer.
The tension in your lower half snapped so abruptly that you didn’t have time to silence yourself. Throwing your head back, pressing your hips down tight against his, you let Gambit’s name fall from your lips in a moan that seemed to ring off the walls of your room. Your pussy clenched down around Wolverine’s cock, juices gushing out around his member and making his skin slick.
He huffed and let you stay like that for a moment. Straddling him, your chest heaving as you tried to steady your breathing. Sweat glistening on your skin as you ran a hand over your hair and sheepishly looked away from him. He knew you were embarrassed, but he didn’t care about that. He didn’t care that you called out another man’s name because he knew that what you were both doing was…twisted.
“C’mon.” Wolverine gripped your hips and he moved you, settling you onto your elbows and knees with your ass lifted. He got behind you, lining his tip up with your soft and soaked lower lips. Running the head of his member along your slit, he almost groaned at how wet you were. Practically dripping onto the bed, your inner thighs wet with a mix of sweat and arousal.
He could smell it on you and it only added fuel to the fire burning in his veins. The primal lust, the hunger, the need. Logan’s hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to press into you. Even after the rough fucking he just gave you, your walls felt so tight around him. Hot, wet, squeezing his shaft and making him clench his jaw to stop himself from groaning.
Your fingers grasped at the sheets, your teeth closed on your bottom lip as he started to move. The taste of blood and whiskey lingered on your tongue, the smell of sex and the tinge of his musk made your thoughts go fuzzy. His hips thrust against you from behind, his cock stroking you on the inside at a new angle that had your pulse fluttering.
It was easier to think of Gambit when you were facing away from Wolverine. Thinking about how his red and black eyes would be able to drink in your figure from behind, how he might tease you about being so sensitive, how his voice would sound if he groaned the way that Logan was groaning. The feral tone of his voice was the only warning you got before he moved you.
He slipped an arm around your waist and kept you held in place as he started to hammer his hips into yours, his pelvis pounding against the curve of your butt. “Jean,” he growled, using his knees to push your thighs farther apart. “Fuck. You’re so tight…”
You could feel blood rushing to your face and you were barely able to smother a whimper when his hand trailed down your stomach and slipped between your legs. A rough, calloused fingertip prodded at your warm lower lips until he found your clit and your back arched. Tight circles were rubbed over your sensitive bud and your thighs began to shake, the stimulation quickly building heat in your core.
Logan’s free hand gripped the headboard to steady himself, letting him focus on chasing his own high while still pushing you towards a second edge. His thrusts started to become erratic and sloppy, his finger pressing down on your clit harder as he urged you closer and closer to his level. The muscles in his lower abdomen were tightening, his thighs clenching as he hammered deeper into you. When he heard the strained whimper at the back of your throat, he growled and nudged your hips to get a better angle.
Feeling the tip of his member stroking deeper, rubbing against a certain spot that made your toes curl, you couldn’t stay quiet. “Please!”
He was lost in his own fantasy. Imagining Jean’s voice begging for him, looking at you and picturing her in your place. He could convince himself so well that, for a moment, he truly lost himself. Feral lust took over and he leaned down to bury his face in the side of your neck. Grunting, snarling, hot puffs of air against your skin as the pace of his thrusts sped up again.
When your climax hit, it hit harder than the last. Your hips pressed back against him, your head tipping back and inadvertently giving him better access to your neck. That was when the first rule got broken. Lost in his own pleasure as you came around his cock, Wolverine opened his mouth and sank his teeth into your tender skin where it was sure to leave a mark visible to everyone. Your flesh muffled his groan as he approached his own peak.
As your opening clenched around him, sending a fresh gush of arousal to soak his cock, your ears were filled with the sound of his almost animalistic panting and what sounded like Jean’s name. His hips slammed into you from behind, almost shoving your face into the pillow, and he released. Pumps of his cum painted your inner walls and he thrust a few more times, rocking his hips back and forth.
Coming down from your high, you had to bite your lip when he pulled out. You fell onto your side, feeling the messy warmth between your legs and hearing him grunt quietly behind you. Logan fell onto his back beside you on the bed, slipping an arm beneath the back of his neck. He was watching you, dealing with his own inner turmoil as you questioned if you should feel guilty about what just happened.
Finally, an arm slipped around your waist and your back was pulled against his chest. He huffed quietly, a puff of warmth against the back of your neck. “You okay?”
Shakily, you put a hand over his and you took a deep breath. “Yeah.”
“If you regret-”
“No. I don’t regret it.” You didn’t, did you? Because you felt needed, you felt wanted. Even just having someone hold you felt good and you could tell yourself that it was Gambit. The same way he was telling himself that you were Jean. Both of you were stand-ins for each other’s unrequited love. As twisted as that was when it was put into words…it helped ease your pain.
While you were quietly talking, agreeing that you wanted to keep up this arrangement, neither of you knew that someone had heard. Not the discussion about your arrangement, not even Logan’s low growls and groans. No, in the hallway, Gambit had heard you moaning his name.
He had been lured out of his room when he heard your door open and followed you both at a distance, lingering in the hall, curious about what you were doing. When your voice moaned his name so sweetly, it caused him to freeze in the hallway. Like his brain stalled, like the world stopped turning for a few seconds. It was so tempting for him to knock on your door, but as soon as he heard the low grumble of Wolverine, he turned away. He’d just have to get his answers in the morning.