The Games People Play by RedFenix

The Games People Play

Rated: R (though it may push that going into Part III)
Archive: Sure, if you like this sort of stuff. Just drop me a note to let me know where it's going, I'm nosey.
Date Started/Completed: May 2003, WIP
Disclaimer: They are mine...just the usual disclaimer.
Writer’s Notes: I needed something heavy on ego, low on plot and a naked Logan. You know how that goes. ;^) No angst here, just a day by the pool.
Comments/Feedback are appreciated and welcome to RedFenix.

Jean shifted slightly in the lounge chair trying to find a more comfortable position. The afternoon heat was starting to become unbearably oppressive, and she was debating jumping in the pool to cool down.
She fought a small war inside her head and decided against it for a little while longer. She sighed heavily, resting her head back against the lounge chair as she let the sun’s rays beam down on her.

A few minutes later she heard the creak of the screen door and peeked out one eye to see Logan stepping out of the mansion. His torso was bare and he had a light blue beach towel slung casually around his hips.
He glanced her way and she remained motionless, feigning sleep. Under normal circumstances she would have waved and called out to him from across the pool area. However, her curiosity was piqued by the towel around his waist.

Normally Logan wore his black swim trunks, walking straight from the house to dive into the pool. There seemed to be a marked hesitation in his movements today as he fidgeted by the door, as if he was making a decision.

She was just being silly, she knew that. But recently her interest in Logan had taken a different turn. Her lips tingled slightly when she remembered how they had felt after he had taken her by surprise a few weeks ago by kissing her.

Sighing softly, she closed her eyes, remembering. She’d been on the way to see the Professor when she and Logan literally ran over each other in the hallway. She had landed on top of him with an undignified noise which had resulted in a deep laugh from him. His laughter has been infectious and soon she found herself unable to stop.

They were still laughing when he helped her to her feet.
Her stomach was suddenly filled with a thousand butterflies as the energy between them changed. Electricity seemed to crackle between them, sparking feelings that had never been realized before.
His lips had touched hers…

"Hello Jean."
His voice shattered her out of her reverie and her eyes snapped open just in time to see him drop his towel on the lounge chair next to her. In three strides he had crossed to the pool and dove in.

Buck naked.

Arousal bit hard as the image of him nude seemed to burn itself into her brain. She exhaled sharply and battled to extinguish it. It was just a silly schoolgirl fantasy. Logan had never shown any interest in her. The kiss in the hallway was just an impulse. That was right up his alley. Think you knew him and he’d do a one eighty on you.

She shifted uncomfortably in the chair again and decided to shift positions. Standing, she lowered the back of the lounge chair and lowered herself onto her stomach, facing the pool.

Taut shoulder muscles flexed and bunched as he swam laps. He tried to remain as nonchalant as possible; however, it was becoming increasingly harder to do so as he watched Jean shift positions.

The cold water of the pool wasn’t having the desired effect he had hoped for either. It only seemed to amplify the situation.
Diving under the water he quickly swam to the opposite side of the pool and surfaced with a spray of water. Turning, he lifted his arms to rest on the concrete behind him as he decided to take a breather.

Damn, he wished he’d brought his sunglasses outside with him so he could stare at her without being obvious. Despite the fact that her eyes were concealed, he could almost guarantee they were following him.
Sighing, he contemplated swimming a few more laps, or just calling it a day and relaxing in front of the television with a beer.

Deciding the television, and the beer, might prove more interesting, he braced his hands on the lip of the pool but was brought up short by movement on the other side of the pool.

His mouth literally watered when he saw her untie the back strings on her bathing suit. She lifted up slightly to allow the shiny copper material to slide free, then lifted the entire top over her head and tossed it casually to the side. Though he had seen nothing, it was the thought that, twenty feet away from him, she lay half naked.

Resting her chin on the backs of her hands, she smiled to herself when she saw Logan halt his motions. His eyes following her every move. She silently congratulated herself for the bold move and raised a finger to casually readjust her sunglasses.

He didn’t move, didn’t think. With a simple act she had left him dumbfounded. A rarity for him. She turned her head, resting the side of her face along her hands that were folded in front of her.

Damn it, he needed something to get her attention, swimming laps wasn’t cutting it anymore. Hanging off the side of the pool just staring at her wasn’t cutting it either. Unless…

With as much fanfare and noise as possible, he braced his hands on the edge of the pool and lifted himself out of the water. Settling himself on the side of the pool he made no effort to hide his nakedness. In fact, he leaned back slightly, resting his palms about a foot behind him and titled his face up to the sun. Fuck subtlety.

Jean snapped her head around at the sound of splashing water, thinking Logan had gotten out of the water and she’d missed getting a quick peek of him. Her eyes grew as round as saucers when she saw him sitting…no wait, he was lounging, on the side of the pool, unabashedly exposing everything to her.

Her breathing stuttered and she swallowed hard. Butterflies fluttered alive in her stomach again and had she been standing, she was positive her knees would have given out. Pleasure knifed through her gut and she inhaled deeply in an effort to control herself.

Hard, chiseled muscles set her mouth watering and she wiped absently at her chin, certain she was literally drooling. Despite the coldness of the water, she could see that it had had no effect on him whatsoever. Whatever was on Logan’s mind at the moment, he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Without taking her eyes off him, she raised her sunglasses to the top of her head and reached to her side for her diet soda. Tilting her head back, she took a few gulps of the icy liquid, never taking her eyes off him.
She lowered the can and started swallowing the soda slowly.

She wasn’t quick enough.

She thoroughly drenched the towel just in front of her when she sprayed out a stream of soda in disbelief.

Logan has flexed just the right muscles and had twitched his cock just enough to make sure she had seen it.

"You okay over there?"
Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she choked out an answer. "Yes."
"You sure?" he asked, this time with a devilish grin set on his mouth.
"I just choked on my soda, I’m fine." She replied, the strain evident in her voice.

His chest and abs jerked slightly as he smirked. "Just as long as you’re okay. I’m not bothering you or anything am I?"
She nonchalantly set her sunglasses back on the bridge of her nose. "Now why would you be bothering me? We’re just out here enjoying the sun."
"Because I’m naked."
"Oh really? I hadn’t noticed." She yawned widely and settled her chin back on her hands. Her heart pounded painfully against her chest, hoping she had pulled off her disinterest. She didn’t want to further stroke Logan’s ego.

Images of what she would like to stroke slid into her head and she grunted softly as she banished them from her head. Dammit, she couldn’t get her mind off of him. And the way that he sat there smirking like a Cheshire cat told her that he knew it too.

Logan shifted his position, lowering himself down onto his elbows. It did nothing more than expose even more of him, focusing even more attention on his lower body.

Two could play that game, she thought to herself. And damn if she wasn’t going to play right along with him.
Lifting her head and raising her sunglasses once again, she flashed Logan the sweetest smile she had. "Logan, would you be a dear and spread some suntan lotion on my back? I can’t reach."

Grinning, Logan sat up and brushed his hands clean. "Sure."
She watched as he rose and walked…no wait….he strolled, towards her. There was no rush in his movements. He moved like a wolf stalking its prey.

Her head swirled as he approached her and she was granted an even better view of his body. He had no shame and as he walked right in front of her, she was grateful he didn’t.

She inhaled and exhaled steadily, determined to see this through. She squeaked and started slightly when he settled himself on her upper thighs. His erection settling comfortably in the cleft between her thighs.
She could feel threads of her control slip.

"Lotion?"

Oh god, he was actually going to have his hands on her. Blindly she reached down, fumbling around for the bottle.

She gasped in surprise when he leaned forward, pushing himself upward so that he nudged her bottom slightly. His chest pressed against the length of her back and she could feel his breath burn hot on her ear.
"Looking for this?" He raised his arm and flashed the bottle in her vision. She stammered out a thank you and quickly brought her hand back up under her chin, hoping he wouldn’t notice her hand shaking.

He didn’t need to see it, he could smell it. Nervousness, fear, anxiety – all mixed in, just hiding the layer of arousal under it all.
His intentions were to bring that arousal to the forefront and make her forget all the rest.

[end part I]

The Games People Play (Part II)

He made a small pool of lotion in his cupper hand and tossed the bottle to the side. Rubbing his hands together, he spread out the liquid evenly and lowered his hands to her back. She unconsciously sighed when their skin contacted, the suntan lotion warm against her back instead of the shock of cold she was expecting.

His hands and fingers began working away at the muscles she hadn’t even been aware of. She had asked him to simply spread lotion onto her back, she hadn’t expected a massage.

Fingers molded and pulled on tight muscles. His ministrations never moving on until the muscle receiving his current attentions was relaxed. Her anxiety and fear began melting away. He was achieving his goal.
However, as she became more and more relaxed, her arousal level began slipping as well. He was going to have to do something about that.

He slid his hands down to her upper back, letting his fingers tease along the sides of her breasts.
Surprised, she jumped and quickly mumbled an apology into her towel. He shifted his hands to the center of her back once more. His little track had worked, he could smell her arousal again, this time it was starting to overshadow the other scent swirling from her.

Sighing softly, she turned her head as his hands worked along her spine. "You’ve obviously done this before."

"Give a massage to a gorgeous redhead? Nah." He’d known what she meant, but he wasn’t taking anymore chances of her arousal level falling again.

Jean snorted into her towel. "But plenty of blondes and brunettes I’m sure."

"What can I say, must be my charming personality. Or my animal magnetism."

Jean physically laughed out loud this time, not at his words, but more amused by his over inflated ego. "Anyone ever try to take you down a notch?"

Logan leaned over once again and she hissed out when his erection pushed up against the bottoms of her bathing suit. "Why? Do you want to try?"

Her breath came out just above a pant. Swallowing hard again, she struggled to find her voice. "Reel it in Logan. All I asked for was for you to spread some lotion on my back, not to engage in a free for all."

I’ll have you thinking differently, he thought to himself as he sat back up. Soon she would be putty in his hands.
Running the flats of his thumbs down along her spine, he stopped just short of her bikini bottoms. He repeated this several times, stopping only when he felt her muscles start to tremble under his hands. Smiling slyly to himself he moved his area of concentration down along her sides.

Why the hell couldn’t she stop shaking? The longer his hands were on her, the more she wanted him.
His hands glided along her sides, his fingers trailing along the sides of her breast again. He toes curled up on their volition as she trailed the tips of his fingers along her shoulders.

He shifted and sat back down on her ankles, his efforts focusing off of her back.
Thank god, she thought. That was, until his hands clamped around her upper thighs. Arousal slammed between her legs and she cried out softly when he used his hands as leverage to pry open her legs slightly.

"Jean, relax. You’ve got muscles on the inside of your thighs that deserve just as much attention."
Her legs liquefied and she shifted slightly.

His eyes darkened when he saw a wet patch on the lycra between her legs, he would have bet money that it wasn’t sweat. Leaning over for the bottle of lotion once again, he pressed his lips to the dip in her back just above her suit. His eyes narrowed when he caught a whiff of what was indeed her juices starting to flow.
"You’re almost ready Jean." He whispered against her back.

Her breath hitched. "Ready? Ready for what?"
He reached out, grasping the bottle of lotion and slid his free hand along her thigh. He continued one, not answering her until his fingers trailed just under the edge of her bathing suit along her ass. He pressed his lips to her back once again and whispered. "Ready for me to be inside of you."

Her heart thudded to a stop and she flinched when he withdrew his hand and sat back up over her.
He silently congratulated himself when she blew out a long breath.

He pooled more lotion in his palm, tossing the bottle to the side for the last time. After distributing the lotion evenly again he slid his hands up along her calves, massaging the tight muscles just below the surface.
His fingertips slid along the tender flesh at the backs of her knees. His index finger tracing along one of the veins visible under the surface.

She inhaled sharply as his hands continued upwards. His thumbs digging into the muscles on her upper thighs.
Her muscles loosened becoming pliant and relaxed. She sighed and closed her eyes, focusing her attention solely on what his hands were doing to her.

His thumbs drifted up the inside of her thighs, stroking along her supple skin. Her lips parted, her tongue gliding over her dry lips.
The tips of his thumbs grazed over the fabric between her legs. She whimpered softly, arching her hips in an effort to force more contact between them.

Jerking his fingers back, he molded her hand to her thigh muscles. "Thought this wasn’t a free for all?"
Embarrassment flushed her face. "Sorry."

His hands slid up underneath the lycra fabric covering her ass. His hands squeezing hard than just a casual contact. "It still can be."

Without thinking she quickly sat up, dumping him off of her so he sat down heavy on the back of the chair.
She watched his eyes cloud over and darken as he did nothing but stare at her. With a cry she remembered taking off her top earlier and crossed her arms over her chest. "I egged you on, I’m…I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking clearly." Her voice betrayed her words. Each syllable coming out wavering and unsure.

"Oh you were thinking Jean." He shifted his position on the chair, crawling towards her on his hands and knees. "You knew exactly what you were doing." He stopped only when his face was just inches from hers and he inhaled deeply.
"Wha- what are you doing?" She stammered out, shifting in the chair uncomfortably.

"Smelling you." Leaning forward Logan set his nose to her neck and inhaled her scent again.

The scents of baby powder, lilacs, and soap flooded his nose. He felt a tightening in his groin when he caught her musky scent starting to overpower it all, staring to literally pour from her.

She gasped out in surprise when he ran his nose along her clavicle all the way to her shoulder and then back again. His lips pressing against the bend in her neck set off a small explosion inside of her.

"Stop fighting it."

"I’m trying." She’d barely managed to wrap her mouth around the words as he reached up, pulling at her hands that were still cupped over her breasts. After a small, silent tug of war, she conceded.

"Try harder." His mouth closed over one of her nipples and she cried out when his teeth lightly nipped at it.
Her vision blurred when he lifted a hand to cup the underside of her breast, lifting it higher towards him. His free hand rose, his knuckles grazing over the other nipple before closing his hand over her breast.

He massaged them with the same attention he had given the rest of her body.

She felt a twinge between her legs and felt something give with a small pop, her muscles suddenly and violently releasing.

"That’s one." His mouth lifted to her and she sighed around his lips as they closed over hers.
His tongue slid into her mouth, its velvety texture startling her as it ran along the backside of her teeth. Her hands shook from nervousness, still expecting this all to be a dream. Everything that was happening was surreal.
Her hands lifted to run over his biceps, her fingers trailing along the hard lines.

This was no dream.

Inexplicably he tore his mouth away from hers and rose from the chair. She stared up at him, questioning what was going on.

He said nothing, merely holding out a hand to her and smiled. Perplexed, she took his hand and rose.
She blushed slightly and made an effort to cover herself with her other arm.

Shaking his head, he leaned over to lightly kiss her. "Please don’t do that."

Hesitantly, she dropped her arm to her side and lifted her eyes to his. Her knees wobbled once but she was able to recover before they gave out completely. The look in his eyes set her heart thundering against her rib cage and ignited an inferno between her legs.

He looked set to ravage her. Devour her whole. The glimmer in his eyes held a myriad of promises.

Of what he could do to her.

Of what they could do to each other.

He smiled and tugged on her hand gently pulling her along behind him. Her eyes glazed over as she watched him walk. The muscles along his upper thighs and add flexing as he moved. She longed to sink her teeth into them. Wanted to hear his voice in her ear when he came.

She squealed out in surprise when he suddenly stopped and whipped her around, lifting her up into his arms.

"Better take a deep breath."
[end part II]