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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