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Jean was dead.
Guilt, grief, pressure all built up on Scott’s shoulders. Especially when his boulder to keep him stable is gone. At least the professor’s still alive.. He still has some sort of guide. But you wanna know who’s been the thorn on his side since the moment he joined?
Logan. He hated his stupid jokes, his temper, his ego— Scott swore he was gonna rip his throat out of his neck, but he’d like that, no?
It was just a regular tuesday. The only day where Scott wasn’t booked for the whole day, even until night time. Nothing. No clubs, no nightly patrols— all his duties went to Logan every Tuesday. Served him right. Scott was on the counter. Appearance, noticeably unkempt. Everyone in the mansion was asleep… well, asleep except for Logan because, one, he can't sleep in the first place, two, because he’s on patrol duty. Scott had sliced pineapple inside a bowl, fork in his hand as he sat on the counter to mindlessly stare into the void. He didn’t even realize that he spaced out so hard, he dropped his spoon. The familiar clink reeled him back to reality. He blinked and cursed to himself, dropping down to get his spoon, bending.
“Nice view.” A gruff voice remarks. Scott could only groan. It was Logan. “Fuck off.” Logan cocked a brow. “Easy now, slim. I don’t want the flame.” Logan responds, retracting his claws. “Thought you were an intruder.” Scott just looked at Logan, standing up straight as he cleared his throat before perching himself on the counter, going back to eating his pineapple. “Any reason for you to be up past your bedtime?” Logan teases. Scott sighs and, as if hesitant, explains why. “Been tossin’ and turnin’ in bed. Can't sleep. At least, I can't sleep as of late.” Logan could only stay silent. “What stage of grievin’ is this?” Logan could only bark back. “I will shoot you.” Scott threatens back. “Woah, woah. Slow down, red. I said I don't want the flame.” Logan says, hands raised up in defeat. Scott huffs. “You’re meant to be on patrol.” Logan could only slowly lower his hands to cross them. Rolling his eyes he dry chuckles. “I'm workin’ on it. Don't rush me.” Logan shrugged. “Work on it faster.” Scott retorted. Logan, usually, would be very annoyed and pick a fight that would wake up the whole school. However, he wasn’t just some stray animal— he wasn’t a violent one either. He’s a person with human empathy and human understanding.
He’s concerned.
Where to begin? After Jean died, Scott has been irritated, his sleep schedule’s been a wreck when he usually heads to bed at 10:30 sharp.. He’s been working his ass to death, he’s been easily threatened, always tense, and has an unkempt look… This wasn’t the usual Scott everyone grew to annoy. Needless to say— Logan was just concerned for a fellow teammate and a fellow Jean lover.
Logan’s expression softened a bit. “I may be an ass, but if ya need to let out some steam, im here.” Logan says.
In all honesty, there’s already rumors about Scott and Logan dating. Half of the school population are teenagers, of course there’s bound to be rumors. But the main subjects themselves don't even realize it. Logan was the only person who was genuinely there for Jean. Right after she died, Scott went up to cry and hug Logan. After that, Logan’s really been the one who’s been checking up on scott every minute of the hour. Yes, his friends– the X-Men, they would check up on Scott every hour, which annoyed him, but no one could compete with Logan who checked up every minute of the day. Of the hour… Logan was the only one Scott was with.. So, to summarize, Logan cared about that boy, slim. More than he ever wanted, more than he wanted to admit.
“...and you mean by?...” Scott, visibly, raised a brow. Genuinely confused. Did Logan mean.. That? Logan had to physically pause before shaking his head. “Not like that. Jesus, clean your mind Scott.” Scott huffs. “Not my fault. You’re the mansion’s blunt.” He says as he finishes the last of his pineapple, placing the bowl and fork into the sink to clean later in the morning. “Hey now.. Okay, but, I’m not opposed to the other idea.” Logan says, smiling softly, however, it wasn’t exactly prominent that he was smiling. “As if. I’d reckon it’s just this big. When hard.” Scott says, putting his fingers to measure out… about 4 inches. Which… Honestly, Scott couldn’t say anything because he was just that, plus 1.5 inches when hard. Logan scoffs, growling slightly at the insult. “That’s painful. I’d more than gladly prove you wrong.” Logan gives Scott a toothy grin– and for the first time in a while, Scott… laughs?
Logan stepped towards Scott, standing beside him on the kitchen island. “No, there’s no proving you wrong. I’m right!” Scott retorts with a genuine smile. Logan shakes his head. “Says you. You can't judge.” Logan smirks, looking up at Scott, from the kitchen floor, while Scott, looked down at Logan from the kitchen island.
“Mmh… No, I certainly can’t judge.. And I’m not judging. Be small and proud, Logan.” Scott retorts. “You’re treading a dangerous path, red.” Scott sighs. Looking at Logan through his red tinted shades. “I live for danger.” Scott could simply say, before the kitchen became silent. Only the deafening sound of cicadas and crickets chirping from outside could be faintly heard in the mansion.
Honestly, Scott, for the first time, acted, before he thought, and… well crashed his lips onto Logan’s stupid smirk.
Scott Matthew Summers, who always said he hated Logan Howlett… Just kissed him.
Logan was shocked to say the least.. But honestly? Kissing Scott felt… More natural to him than kissing Jean. Her lips, her lips were soft against his slightly rough lips. A stark contrast. But Scott’s was just… Different.
His felt more… Natural? Like it was really meant to be? Scott really wasn’t thinking exactly straight. He did this first, he was sober, he consented first, yet, he felt like he wasn’t thinking straight. No way Scott’s tongue would brush on logan lips to ask for fucking entrance.. And when he did, there's no way the normal Scott Summers would make out with Logan.
However, mid-make-out sesh… it was like he gained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, shocked look as he forcefully pulled away, the string of saliva connecting them breaking.
Scott wiped his lips. Staring at Logan. “Jesus christ– I'm so sorry… I'm so..” Scott trailed off and looked… conflicted? He never exactly felt this way towards men… But I mean, reasonable. It was Logan. He’s a Huge jacked man. (pun intended.) Either way, Scott stepped down to the floor to go back to his room.. Logan? He was confused. He chased after Scott, “Hey wait a damn minute— you can’t just lead me on.” Logan furrowed his brows, yanking Scott by the shoulders to stop his tracks. Scott flinched as he looked back. “No– but you probably didn’t want me to… You know.” Scott furrowed his brows. “Oh, you’re fucking with me, slim.” Logan said as an expression… And quite literally, because after saying that, he pulled Scott back into their makeout sessions. This time, it was more messy. More… needy, you could say. Of course, Logan offered to blow off some steam… So this is what they’re doing. Blowing off some steam… blowing off each other… even…
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Anyway— It was well past 3am. Scott genuinely rested against Logan. Tired muscles, finally at peace… Maybe that sex with Logan was what he really needed… Maybe what he needed every time he was tense. Scott, tiredly, and raspily asked Logan, “Can we do this every time we feel like it?” And… Well, Logan replied, “...Why the hell not. Sure.” Honestly… That was one of Logan’s biggest mistakes. One time turned into two, two into three… so on and so forth… Honestly— Who wouldn’t develop feelings for each other?
But in Logan’s book— Feelings… Feelings, they were bad. Feelings— Caring for someone— Bad. All bad. It had Logan conflicted, every time he’d see scott outside and in the bed.
It… confused him? Hurt him. Hurt him with the fact he can’t exactly be with Scott. It's either Scott dies from old age or something bad happens to him when they are serious about being in a relationship— Both of them don't even know what the hell they were. What their status was.. Scott, Scott thought they have something going on. A relationship. Logan? Logan knew they had something going on. But they were never going to be in a relationship. He can't risk the danger of Scott being around him.
It was pouring— Logan was gonna leave for a bit. Give time to himself. He didn’t care if the rain bit his ass.
Scott wasn’t really oblivious either. He knew something was up with Logan. He was less chatty. Distancing himself when he was with other people… Scott wasn’t stupid. Scott grew worried. Even more worried when he saw Logan, with a bag, walk off, away from the X-Mansion, getting soaked in the rain… “What the fuck?” Scott said. He bolted outside the door and called out for his name. “Logan!” he ran in the rain, not caring if it’ll get him wet or sick. “Logan! Where are you running off to?!” Scott asks. Logan huffs and looked at Scott with a solemn look. “Away. From here. Just a few days. Don’t worry slim.” Scott paused and scoffed. “Again?! Why? What happened? We can fix it together!” Logan was losing his temper, honestly, the more scott insisted, the bigger Logan might blow on him. “Scott! Don’t follow me! You don’t need to know everything we do, we aren’t–” Logan cut himself off before he could say something… but Scott flinched when he raised his voice. His breathing uneven as he looked at Logan, Scott’s brows furrowed upwards. “What?” Scott urged. “What? What about us?” Scott urged once more. Logan could only grit his teeth as he looked at scott. “Oil and water. Wasn’t meant to be.” Logan said. Scott’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” “We weren’t meant to be. Never will be.” Logan said, and he had to bite his cheek, hard, after saying that. It hurt to say it, and it hurt even more, knowing that it hurt Scott.
The rain pattered onto the grounds as Logan shook his head. “Sorry, slim. Don’t go looking for me. I’ll be back… Just… Don’t go looking for me.” Logan finally said before he turned his back and… ran off to the depths of the forest. Leaving Scott soaking in the rain. His heart thudded inside of his chest with hurt… tears welled up in his eyes, but the rain made it hard to tell.
Scott lost Jean. the person who meant so much to him… And now, while healing— He lost Logan. The person who helped him… The person who cared for him more than any other person has.