Victor hadn’t purred for him, hadn’t really said anything coherent beyond muffled growling and cursing in between laughter, much of that muffled by Wraith’s jacket. Sadly that jacket had proven a casualty, torn up in places and soaked with saliva in others through serving as an improvised blindfold and muzzle. Still there had been a lot of writhing and thrashing, clumsy swatting that easy to avoid and a lot of effort to try and hold Sabretooth down. A good thing David had recovered enough to start to join in, his strength and mass added to Logan and John’s enough to hold Victor down. He’d gone for the ribs as well exacting revenge for Victor’s earlier onslaught and combined with John’s assault on the armpits and Logan on his soles, Victor finally went still and quiet if not for long.
There was purring now, or maybe low rumbling growling, Victor’s loud snoring sounding pretty much like both at times. All that strong alcohol combined with all that laughter and he’d finally succumbed to good old fashioned exhaustion, probably peacefully asleep for hours though when he awakened there was no guarantee he’d be in anything but a dangerous mood. He looked oddly peaceful, sprawled out almost like the big cat he was named for, amber eyes closed, trickle of drool running down his chin, shaggy blonde hair even more tousled. Logan had even been considerate enough to retrieve the trench coat, draping it over Victor as an improvised blanket, leaving just his head and lower jean clad legs with his feet exposed. Sometimes you could almost forget what a brutal, cunning feral predator Victor could be when you saw him like this. Not a mistake you wanted to make if you wanted to carry on living or avoid suffering and humiliation depending on his mood.
Still with his rival/brother subdued and peacefully slumbering, Logan felt he could take a liberty though he could simply be checking Victor wasn’t faking it. He was right by Victor, still stooped over him after having placed the trench coat blanket, his attention drawn to Victor’s feet, large feet for a large man with the soles still looking rather flushed and a little sweaty from the earlier tickling. He grabbed the nearest one, pulling the clawed toes gently back and the sole tauten, scraping his rough fingers down the arch, very same spot he’d first poked at through the hole in Victor’s now destroyed sock. The toes wriggled and the sole wrinkled, a rough chuckle interrupting Victor’s snoring though he didn’t wake up. Logan grinned, “Yeah, yer a tenderfoot alright.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little, hmm, unnecessary,” Maverick spoke up, Logan blinking in surprise as he released Victor’s foot.
“Really, way he went t’town on ya, I thought yer would be more than happy fer him ta receive a little payback,” Logan replied, a shaggy brow quirked as he gestured towards David, a little bemused by the German expressing any sympathy for Victor after getting nearly tickled to death.
“Well I won’t say I’m not but maybe I should have said sensible. I mean you did start it Logan and it would have been lights out for you if I hadn’t stepped in,” David grunted, sounded a little reproving before turning his attention back to the boot held in his hands. “Gonna need new laces, and a new tank top,” he muttered.
Logan took a moment to mull over Maverick’s words, admitting maybe the German was right in a way but he still had no regrets. It had been a bit different from the usual brawls but just as fun and he’d won with just a little help from his friends, coming through without a scratch really aside from a bit of a sore neck and some aching arm muscles, neither of which were bothering him any more thanks to his healing factor. Really he was still in the mood for a little more action.
David on the other hand, well he was looking a little worn out, not too surprisingly considering his ordeal even if he’d be able to get a little extra boost from his kinetic absorption and he had now set his boot down and was drumming on the table again. With another grunt, the kinetic absorber leaned back on his chair and put his feet up on the table, much the same posture Victor had been in when Logan had first taken a poke at him. Hair a little tousled now, still a little sweaty, a large number of rents and holes in his tank top showing some light scratches on the exposed skin, one booted foot and another now only clad in a woolly green sock albeit without any holes. As David reached for and drank from one of the few remaining vodka bottles, there was even a little of it spilling down his stubbly chin.
“Yeah, yer right, least ya helped out and didn’t hang back like a coward..unlike someone,” Logan replied, his gaze resting a moment on David’s socked foot, looking upwards to the now tattered tank top, remembering just how sensitive David had seemed to such light strokes. Now if he hadn’t recovered when he had and launched his counterattack on Victor’s soles, they might have found out just whether David was foot ticklish.
“Yeah, guess I paid the price for that. You know when I’m absorbing the impact, always does feel like it tickles a bit..just the way he did it, so little to absorb almost seemed to amplify it. More cunning than you’d think and if you hadn’t recovered in time...” David glanced over towards Wraith.
“Hey, I was waiting for the right moment. Pragmatism not cowardice, you know I’m not so good hand to hand, and I know just what he’s capable of. That’s as close to blind drunk as Creed gets and he still nearly demolished you. Anyway when I got my opening, I was in there and I didn’t get off unscathed,” John sounded a little indignant, a little offended even.
Logan flashed the teleporter a grin, mostly apologetic, just a little sardonic. It was true enough and Wraith had turned the tables in the end, even sacrificing a jacket and sustaining an injury of his own in the process. Victor had done a lot of writhing and rolling about, even if a teleporting mutant might have been expected to be better at evading. Having a thrashing two hundred and seventy five pound feral mutant rolling over your foot could be painful though, and especially if you didn’t have a healing factor or kinetic absorption ability to protect you from lasting injury,
John had also been drinking some of the surviving vodka and was currently perched on another chair, with his Stetson now on the table and the still half full bottle set next to it. Some beads of perspiration were visible on his forehead, the close cropped beard bristling as he gritted his teeth, blinking behind his glasses as he ruefully unlaced his shoe, pulling it off carefully. For long moments he gazed at his socked foot, maybe nervous to take a closer look.
“Yeah, here let me take a look, make sure nothing’s broken. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle,” Logan said soothingly as he got to his feet, walking over to John. Wraith looked up at him, brow creasing a little as he looked at him with suspicion, the teleporter almost paranoid sometimes. Logan didn’t intend to cause him any hurt though, feeling some sympathy for him now rather than any annoyance.
“You’ll be gentle..umm, yeah,” Wraith muttered, Logan seeing a few more beads of perspiration on his brown skin, and he didn’t seem overly assured by Logan’s friendly grin. He didn’t immediately teleport away though, maybe a little unnerved as Logan took the end of the sock and slowly, carefully slid it off. Why was it so hard to believe he could be gentle sometimes?
“Doesn’t look too bad, can’t see anything broken, just a bruise on the top. I’ll just have a feel,” Logan felt John tense at that, gave him another assuring smile. He was careful, only just moving the foot a little though he heard Wraith gritting his teeth. It only actually took his fingers just brushing the skin, using only the lightest touch and getting an immediate reaction. The good thing was that John still had feeling in his foot, full range of movement and evidently no broken bones, as he pulled his foot back spluttering with helpless giggles. Well now Logan knew John was definitely foot ticklish, the soles of his feet rather softer and even more sensitive than Victor’s. Logan hadn’t even been deliberately trying to tickle him, not that Wraith would believe him.
“Well, looks like you’re okay then, just a bruise that’s all. Guess I was maybe a little too gentle with ya,” Logan said with a grin. Of course now he knew about this little weakness it would be useful knowledge to remember, just in case he needed it and certainly not to take advantage of too often.
“Yeah..so..I’m okay..just..” Wraith didn’t seem too happy, as he carefully if hastily slipped his shoe and sock back on, giving Logan an irritated albeit maybe still somewhat nervous glance before looking over at Victor’s dormant form. John had seemed nervous, little more so even than the normally cautious slightly paranoid teleporter he was, even with Victor being about as playful and gentle as it got with him. That way he’d been looking down at his boots, even seeming just as nervous when Sabretooth was tickling Maverick, so Logan had to wonder if maybe he’d not had a run in with Victor before, maybe felt those sharp claws on his very tender feet. That might explain things and make Logan feel a little more sympathy having been on the receiving end himself.
“What is it with you Logan, been at the absinthe yourself?” David was muttering under his breath, though he looked up, a little surprised when he found himself being mock glared at by Logan.
“Hey, it’s my birthday remember and yeah, maybe I’m just feeling a little playful. ‘Sides, ain’t every day we manage t’take down Victor with barely a scratch,” Logan grinned, a brow quirked as he held Maverick’s gaze for a moment. Playful, not so often he felt that way but he’d call it the flush of victory if he needed an excuse, and it was interesting, not suspecting Maverick would be so ticklish for instance given, though again not something he’d have thought of trying. He didn’t realise he was looking at the socked foot again until David spoke again.
“You’re feeling playful? Well, if you’re going to insist,” David shrugged, Logan blinking a little as he wondered what he was on about. “You’ve had your go with Victor and John, so now it’s my turn but of course we’ll have to see then if you can take as well as you give.” David had swung his legs down from the table, bending down as Logan mused over his words. A few seconds later, and Maverick had his feet back in view, bare and wiggling his toes, before he looked back at Logan. Bemused and wondering just why David had removed his boot and socks, as well as his earlier words Logan nearly missed that he’d started speaking again.
“Well, we’ve learnt I’m definitely ticklish around the stomach, ribs, sides, under the arms so no need for you to bother with all that. Most likely my feet are too but if you really want to find out, consider this your one free shot, just to get it out of your system,” Maverick looked him in the eye, Logan taking a moment to realise he was being entirely serious.
Like with Victor, large feet for a large man, looking surprisingly well cared for, nails trimmed and looking soft and smooth, in truth looking like they could well be quite ticklish.
“Though I wonder Logan, just how ticklish might you be? It seems like it would be only fair after you’ve had your free shot if John and I had a turn. Nothing too serious, just the same like you did with us, see if you’re sensitive about the upper body and the feet. You can keep your T-shirt on, just loose that flannel shirt, the boots and socks and we’d be gentle, let us know when you’d had enough and we’d stop,” David did grin at this point, quirking a brow and wiggling his toes again.
“If you think you could take it of course, not that the best there is wouldn’t be tough enough to take a little tickling,” David’s grin broadened a little, as he took another gulp of vodka as he awaited an answer.
Logan definitely understood David’s motivation now, with a challenge albeit a friendly one, or maybe just seeing if Logan would quit horsing around as Maverick probably saw it. There was some roughhousing with David, some jostling for alpha position, not out of feral instinct like with Victor, just the normal sort between friends of which even David wasn’t above, especially with sufficient alcohol. Backing down though, that wasn’t really an option, if he didn’t want teasing and worse if Victor or worse Raven and Wade found out. Still it probably wouldn’t be too bad.
“Yeah, why the hell not, though you’ll be disappointed bub, I ain’t really that ticklish,” Logan replied, already regretting the words before he’d finished saying them. Fortunately Victor was still snoring loudly so at least he couldn’t give the game away.
“Don’t drag me into this,” Wraith muttered, or so Logan thought he heard but he wasn’t really paying attention.
Maverick’s feet were within easy reach, Logan studying them for a moment, noting that they didn’t flinch or pull away as he curled his fingers. With a little luck he might even tickle David into exhaustion with his free shot, or see if it would end up with him rolling on the floor again helplessly laughing. Actually just hearing David laugh was still surprising considering there’d been more of it in the minutes he’d endured Victor’s assault than there was normally heard in a week.
Logan’s nails were nowhere near as long or sharp as Victor’s claws but seemed almost as effective as he scraped them leisurely across Maverick’s broad pale soles, exploring the arches, beneath and between the wriggling toes, even drawing circles on the heels. There was laughter, rather a lot of it and pounding of fists on the table, but no pleading for mercy, though some swearing and somehow Maverick managed to keep his balance on the chair. David’s feet were definitely ticklish, not quite so much as John’s but giving Victor a good run for his money, especially that one spot just under the big left toe and the deepest part of the right arch. Lasted surprisingly long as well, almost a full five minutes before Logan heard the muffled, “I give.”
“Guess they are just as ticklish as the rest of you,” Logan said as he watched David getting his breath back, though now it was over he was wondering whether he’d even manage to last as long as that and whether saying that he really wasn’t ticklish wasn’t such a good idea. At least Victor was still safely dormant so no risk of him telling just exactly how ticklish he was and the exact right spots or probably wanting to join in himself. On the other hand Wraith and even Maverick were nowhere near as ruthless as Victor and if it came to the worse begging for mercy would actually work just leaving him to deal with the shame and utter humiliation.