A gay adult story: YOU WIN, ELF (Revised story list) by Karl555 ,
This story is based on the X-Men movies. If you are not at all familiar with the X-Men, you might enjoy reading about the sex, but there will be much that you will find puzzling. Fair warning! This is the fifth story of a much longer story arc, which is best read in the order of the List at the end.Translation of German words or phrases at the end. However, I have tried to make the meaning fairly clear in context.
YOU WIN, ELF
It is evening in late July. I am watching television in the common room along with several of the older students at the School. The movie is “Water for Elephants”, which takes place in a circus during the Great Depression. I am totally engrossed in the action, fascinated by this view of what an American circus was like in those days.
“Elf?”
At first, I pay no attention to the interruption. Then I realize whose voice it is that I just heard. “Logan?” My eyes fly to the doorway. “Logan!!! Mein Gott, it is you!!”
“In the flesh, darlin’.”
The words are hardly out of his mouth before I am off the sofa and in his arms. His hands grip my buttocks and he lifts me off the ground, as my legs wrap themselves around his hips. He spreads his legs and bends them slightly, ready to support my weight as my tail curls between his legs, then up and around both our waists, pulling us tightly together. The zipper of his motorcycle jacket is cold and rough against my thin t-shirt, but none of that is important. He is alive and well, and he is here with me again, after almost four months that felt like an eternity.
We clutch desperately at each other, mouths seeking, colliding, kissing, our hard cocks pressing and rocking against the taut denim of his jeans.
It is over almost before it has begun. My cum pumps out against him, soaking the front of my shorts. I can tell from his motions and the look on his face that he too has climaxed. We both laugh.
And then we realize we are standing there entwined in front of Kitty, Bobby, Rogue, and Peter.
“Aw, shit,” is all Logan has a chance to say before Rogue claps her hands delightedly and the others all join in, applauding us and cheering for the show we have just put on. I have the foolish urge to untangle myself from Logan and take a bow, but have the sense to teleport us up to our room instead.
At the very moment that we reappear in some desperately needed privacy, a terrible thought occurs to me. What if this is not Logan, but Mystique fooling me again? My blood runs cold. No! Not again!
Still clinging to him like a demented tick, I straighten my arms and push back a little, scrutinizing his face for anything that might betray an imposter.
“Elf? Why are you lookin’ at me like that? I thought you’d be overjoyed to see me again.”
“I am. But you must answer two questions before I vill believe it is really you.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I vill explain later. For now, just tell me vhat is the meaning of the scar on my penis.”
“Uh – three letters, standing for murder, sexual pleasure, and despair. Your reaction to killing Herr Grüber.”
“Ja, that is it.” I incline my head a little, so that my forehead is directly level with his eyes and point to the center of the design that is carved there, touching the part that has the general appearance of a spike. “And this one?”
“You never told me about that one, so how do ya expect me to know the meaning?”
I start to breathe again, as I pull myself up against him once again for a quick kiss.
“I assume that was the answer you wanted, huh?”
I nod, letting him loose and jumping down out of his arms.
“Ack, Elf, you’ve made a mess of my pants,” he scolds, looking down at the damp spot on the front of his crotch.
“And you have made a worse mess of your pants from the inside. Do not blame me for that.”
“Why not? It’s your fault for jumping on me. You damn near knocked me over, ya know.”
“Hmph!” I retort. “The day I can knock you down that easily it vill be time for you to retire from the super-hero business.”
It appears that we will have to go through a certain amount of our usual pleasantries before we can get comfortable enough with each other to be able to discuss more serious things. That is all right with me. The delay will allow for my adrenaline to subside a little.
He grins. “C’mon. Let’s go get cleaned up and try that again, shall we?”
“Ve shall.”
As I open our bathroom door, I tell him proudly, “I have something to show you. Look.”
His eyebrows go up in surprise at the new bathtub in the corner of the room where our shower stall used to be. He glances at me. “You the one responsible for that?”
“Ja. I had it installed last month, hoping it vould be here vhen you returned.”
A shadow passed over his face. “You were that sure I would come back?”
I nodded, wishing it were entirely true. Even between lovers, there are always doubts.
“I vanted a large old-fashioned kind of thing, vith the funny claw feet. Vhen I vas a child, one of my rich customers had such a tub in his estate house. Ve took a bubble bath every time I vent to stay overnight vith him.” There. I can now speak of my childhood casually and without pain. “So do you like it?”
“Darlin’, I love it! I can’t wait to try it out.” Suiting his actions to his words, he takes off his jacket and tosses it into the corner, then starts on his boots.
Being much less heavily dressed, I have a head start, so I turn on the water and fuss with getting it just right, watching him out of the corner of my eye as he continues to pull off his clothes. I have always loved looking at his body, although no one would consider my Wolverine the classic image of male beauty. He is not taller than I am, rather stocky, much too hairy, his face too battered-looking, his dark hair too wild, and he always badly needs a shave. But he is the man I love, so what does that matter? His soul is much like his body in many ways, but it shines with love and compassion, and a kind of heroic glory that is seldom seen in seriously handsome men. I know it, for I know what he is inside. Or at least, I think I know.
The tub is almost full now, so I pull off my shirt and shorts and step into the water, sitting down and turning off the faucets. In order to give him room to get in, I bend my knees and hold them close against my chest, still at the foot of the tub.
“I get the comfortable end, huh?”
“Of course. I have had plenty of time to enjoy it all by myself.”
He steps over the high edge then sinks down heavily into the water, leaning back against the long slanted foot of the tub opposite the faucets. A look of pure bliss spreads over his face. I breathe a sigh of relief. It had occurred to me to worry that our lovely tub might remind him of the tank into which he had been submerged for the procedure that would bind the adamantium to his bones, but apparently that is the furthest thing from his mind, judging by his relaxed smile. Good. The last thing we need right now is for such evil memories to surface.
“You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve been able to relax like this.”