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“Interesting walk?” Psylocke said to Scott when Scott took the pilot’s seat in the Blackbird.
Unless he was incapacitated, Scott would always be in the pilot’s seat and Hank had graciously moved to the back of the jet to have a chat with Raymond. Logan was in his usual place right behind Scott.
“The scenery was lovely,” Scott answered.
“It must have been,” Betsy smirked, “to provoke that kind of conversation.”
Scott glanced at his co-pilot.
Betsy shrugged, but she was still grinning. “Wolverine’s been very loud since you two boarded,” she explained.
Since Logan had been as silent as a statue since they boarded, Scott interpreted her statement to mean very loud psychically. Oh god, it meant that Betsy probably knew what had happened between them and who knows what sort of jumbled thoughts Logan was projecting right now.
“Wolverine,” Scott said loudly over his shoulder. “You’re broadcasting.”
There was a grunt followed by a disgruntled voice. “Sorry, Psylocke.”
Scott raised an eyebrow but kept his gaze straight ahead. Logan really was out of sorts if he was apologizing.
Psylocke looked over her shoulder at Logan. That grin seemed to be plastered on her face. “No problem, Wolverine,” she said sweetly. “I wouldn’t have guessed you had such an . . . active . . . imagination.”
Logan’s response was another grunt bordering on a growl.
Psylocke directed a mental thought at Scott. “You’re going to have your hands full with that one, but the sex will probably be amazing.”
Scott had never been more thankful for his years and years of physical and mental control. “I wouldn’t be in this mess,” he thought back to her, “if it wasn’t for you and Warren. Have you solved that problem yet?”
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a ‘problem,’” Betsy mentally hedged. “And if we’re playing the blame game here,” she added. “I’m a distant second to Angel.”
“You’re evading, Betsy,” Scott shot back, but there was humor in his mental voice.
Betsy huffed and her exasperation and fondness rolled through Scott’s mind in gentle waves. “How about this, Cyclops?” she suggested. “I’ll take care of my love life and you take care of yours?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The connection between them remained, a low-level pleasant buzz that spoke of familiarity after months and months of working together to restore Scott’s memories.
“You have a very sexy mind, Scott,” Betsy said after a while.
“Betsy,” Scott warned. He felt the tingle of her mental laugh.
“Relax, Cyclops,” Betsy said. “I know you’re unavailable, even if he doesn’t know it yet.”
* * * * *
When they returned to Westchester, Hank brought Raymond to the medical bay for a standard examination. Scott told Raymond that he would check on him later. He knew that he’d have to get in touch with the Bureau of Mutant Affairs first. He quickly changed back into civilian clothes and was on his way to the Professor’s study (technically, it was his study now) when he was accosted by Wolverine in the sleek hallway of the X-Men’s sublevels.
“Whaddya mean you’ve been asking me out for two weeks?” Logan growled, pushing Scott against a wall and pinning him there. He was still in his uniform.
“Christ, Logan,” Scott said, but he made no move to resist or get away. Had Logan really been stewing over his words since Colorado? “This really isn’t the time.”
Logan leaned in further, a hair’s breath away from kissing him. “Summers,” Logan said threateningly. “You’ve been driving me crazy . . . for months.” God, he sounded pissed.
Scott’s grin must’ve looked infuriatingly smug. “My ego is happy to hear that,” he replied.
It was the last straw. Before Scott could say anything else that would have Logan tearing down the walls, the other man kissed him. He made a muffled sound of surprise, but didn’t hesitate. Wolverine kissed like a whirlwind and Scott was swept into that kiss, pinned against the wall by the weight of the other man’s body, his roving hands and that demanding tongue. Scott adjusted because that’s what he did, his own hands coming to rest on Logan’s hips as he brought their lower bodies into alignment, surprisingly enjoying the feel of the stubble burn on his face. Logan immediately ground into him and Scott was hard pressed not to return the action, the heat and hardness of the other man’s body turning him on. He didn’t have any time to think about what to do next because a loud cough had Logan turning in the direction of the interruption, the claws of his right hand already bared in irritation. Whoever had interrupted them was in serious trouble.
It was Warren.
Angel was desperately trying to keep a straight face, the slight flutter of his wings his only giveaway as he folded them smoothly onto his back, hands clasped behind him. He gave Scott an inquiring look.
“Sorry,” Warren said, not sounding the least bit apologetic. He lost his battle with his amusement and a grin broke loose as Scott heard the faintest growl from Wolverine. “There’s an important call for you upstairs,” Warren addressed the leader of X-Men, “from a Mr. Jessup.”
Nathan Jessup, the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Mutant Affairs. Scott had spoken to him earlier. “Thank you,” he said in reply, even as his left hand traveled from Wolverine’s hip up Logan’s body until it stopped on the side of Logan’s ribcage in an effort to placate the other man. The claws had not retracted . . . yet. “Tell Mr. Jessup that I’ll be there shortly.”
Warren nodded, still grinning. He lingered a while longer, forcing Scott to say, “Is there something else?”
Angel shook his head. “See you upstairs, Scottie,” he said. “You too, Logan,” he added, finally acknowledging the other man before he left.
There was a faint ‘snikt’ as Logan retracted the claws. He was still leaning over Scott – protectively? Possessively? Scott wasn’t entirely sure – and his proximity made Scott feel a little heady.
“I have to take that call,” he told Logan seriously. “We’ll continue this later.”
The ‘this’ part sounded vague to him but the glint in Logan’s eye said that the other man had a very clear idea of what ‘this’ was. Scott dipped under the arm that Logan had placed at the side of his head – the same one that had threatened Warren with its adamantium claws – and Logan didn’t stop him.
“Yer not gettin’ out of this, Cyke,” Logan warned him.
“I’m not trying to, Wolverine.”
* * * * *
Although it was getting late in the day, Scott still had a number of things to see to, the first of which was Nathan Jessup. Jessup sounded like a hard man (Scott had done a background check and learned that he was old school military, having fought in both the Vietnam and Korean Wars and had a number of commendations and medals) but not an unreasonable one. He was an interesting choice to be the Deputy Director of the new bureau, evidently meant to be the enforcer behind the much more political and diplomatic appointment of the Director herself, Karen Galloway, the former United States Ambassador to the United Nations. Jessup’s military background made it all the more intriguing that he’d contacted the X-Men for this assignment when he could have easily marshaled former military resources to track Raymond down. Scott believed that Jessup was a man that they could work with, but he kept Hank’s warning in mind as he spoke to the retired Colonel.
The two men agreed that it would be best for Raymond to stay at the school for the time being. Jessup would contact Raymond’s parents to let them know that their son was safe and pass that information along to the X-Men. Jessup was also the one to suggest a formal meeting between the two groups before Scott could bring it up. Scott accepted Jessup’s invitation and the meeting was scheduled to be at the Bureau’s main office in two days time.
Afterwards, Scott had to deal with some parents, some administrators, placating the gardeners (apparently Logan was leaving motorcycle tracks on the lawn again and the head gardener was furious – Scott really would have to speak to Wolverine about that), and checking up on Raymond as promised. Blue proclaimed Raymond to be a little malnourished and dehydrated from his time in the woods but otherwise in good health. Storm had met Raymond by that time as well and she was settling him into the school, had shown him to his new room and introduced him to his roommate, another boy his age whose mutation consisted of amphibious gills along the sides of his neck, fins along his forearms and the back of his calves. The boy’s name was Adam. Raymond was in awe of Adam’s mutation.
“You can breathe underwater?” he asked. “That’s so cool.”
Adam nodded proudly. “I can swim really fast too,” he said mischievously.
“All right, boys,” Storm said, ushering them back into their room. “Time to get ready for dinner. Adam, you can introduce Raymond to the other students later.”
“Sure thing, Ms. Munroe,” Adam agreed, already taking Raymond into his confidence.
Scott shook his head at the boys’ antics, glad that Adam had accepted Raymond so easily. They were doing good work in the school, carrying on the Professor’s dream as Charles Xavier would have wanted. It made Scott proud. He thanked Storm for helping with Raymond before heading back to the teachers’ and staff wing of the mansion. He was feeling a little worn out himself and wondered if he could uncharacteristically sneak in a nap before dinner.
The answer quickly proved to be ‘no’ since ambushing was the theme of the day, whether that ambush came in the form of a physical attack or a verbal one. Scott found himself pinned to a hallway for the second time that afternoon, by the same person, albeit in a different part of the mansion. He was laughing gently as he placed his hands on Wolverine’s hips again, mirroring their previous positions. Logan was wearing more familiar attire – rough denim jeans and a black t-shirt – and there was nothing aggressive or dangerous about his body language now, even though he had Scott against the wall. Instead, he seemed relaxed. Scott would even go so far as to call the other man ‘pleased.’
“I know you’re a literal man, Logan,” Scott told him. “But even this is a bit much,” he pointed out, referring to the same positions they were in before.
Logan’s response was non-verbal, leaning in and . . . was he sniffing him, Scott wondered? He was and Scott really should not have been so turned on by the action, but . . .
His breathing hitched as he asked, “Have you just been hanging around waiting for me?”
“That would be stalking, Cyclops,” Logan answered, his voice a gravelly whisper in Scott’s ear.
The other man must’ve known the effect he was having on Scott. There was no doubt his pheromone levels had increased and Logan’s keen senses would pick that up. Logan pulled back briefly as though he meant to look into Scott’s eyes, an impossible task thanks to the dark ruby quartz glasses that he wore, but when Logan leaned in again, Scott knew that it was to kiss him and he met the kiss halfway.
This felt like the first kiss to him, not something hurried or possessive or born out of frustration. They were equals now and Scott always suspected that there was tenderness within the beast. They stayed that way for several long moments until Scott remembered that they were making out in a hallway and that anyone could walk in on them at any moment.
“Hey,” he said, fingers tugging at the hem of Logan’s black shirt. “We shouldn’t be doing this here. We’re not teenagers anymore.”
Logan also pulled back, but kept his left arm braced on the wall beside Scott’s head. His right arm had wrapped itself around Scott’s waist to pull the other man against him.
“Really, Cyke?” he said, challenging Scott with a look. “’Cos the way you and I have been actin’ we might as well be teenagers.”
Scott caved under Wolverine’s playfully accusing glare and grinned. “And whose fault is that?” he asked in return.
“Yours,” Logan shot back.
Scott laughed at Logan’s response and gently pushed the other man off of him. “Come on, Wolverine,” he said, grabbing hold of Logan’s hand and pulling the other man behind him. “My room’s nearer.”
* * * * *
Neither man was under any illusions about what was going to happen when they finally got behind closed doors, but even Scott was amazed at how quickly everything escalated. He supposed it had been a long time coming (pun intended), but it also made him think that maybe Logan was right – they were behaving like horny teenagers. It was the only explanation he could think of when he found himself flat on his back, legs propped on Logan’s wide shoulders and the other man’s hungry mouth on him, sucking and licking as though Scott were the last meal he was going to ever have. Scott came harder and faster than he thought he would. It had been a really long time for him, not since a meaningless hook-up with a waitress who had worked in the diner next to the garage in the town where Logan had found him. Then he was the one bending over Logan and returning the favor, holding that large cock in one hand as he explored it with lips and tongue. Logan was too far gone for foreplay though, and the deep growl he let out at Scott’s teasing told Scott as much. Scott put old skills back to use (because apparently giving blowjobs was like riding the proverbial bicycle) and gave Logan a far more professional blowjob than the other man had probably anticipated. Logan came hard as well and Scott drank him down, sucking him dry until Wolverine lay boneless and content. Scott released the softening cock and crawled back up Logan’s body, finally propping his head on top of his hands as he rested on Logan’s chest.
“That healing factor of yours,” Scott said as Logan’s hand came to rest on his back. He let the statement hang in the air like a question.
“No,” Logan answered, instinctively knowing what Scott meant.
“Really?” Scott said disbelievingly. “What good is a healing factor if it doesn’t do that?”
“Smartass,” Logan muttered. He clearly wasn’t about to get into the biology of the whole thing as he pulled Scott back up for a filthy kiss. Scott had never felt so consumed by another person.
He sat back up when Logan released him and said, “Well, at least it gives us some time.”
“Time for what?”
Scott’s response was to get off the bed and Logan was still too sated to stop him. That didn’t prevent him from asking with real annoyance, “Where are you going?”
“To look for supplies,” Scott answered, heading straight for the bathroom. He could feel Logan’s heated gaze following him. The guy was a total voyeur. Scott filed the information away. It could prove useful in the future.
“Supplies?” Logan repeated.
“Something to use for lube, condoms. I’m not riding you bareback.”
Barebacking may have been off the menu, but it turned out that there wasn’t much else that Scott wouldn’t do. Three rounds of sex and a whole lot of experimentation later, Scott lay on his stomach with Logan beside him, the other man absently tracing patterns on his back. Logan apparently had some kind of fascination with his back. He’d certainly marked it enough.
“I might not be able to sit down tomorrow,” Scott said a little ruefully.
“If it wasn’t for the healing factor, my ass would be just as sore,” Logan replied.
“Is that your way of rubbing it in?”
“I thought it was a compliment.”
Scott chuckled. Yeah, they really did have to work on their communication.
“Have you figured it out yet?” he asked. “What’s going on with Warren? I can’t believe you thought we were sleeping together.”
“It made sense at the time,” Logan said defensively.
Scott turned his head to face the other man. “I think you saw what you wanted to see,” he said.
“When the hell did you ask me out?” Logan returned.
Scott wondered if Logan was purposely evading the topic, but it was also a fair question to ask. “I’ve asked you to go out for drinks at least six times in the past two weeks.”
“Go out for drinks?” Logan sounded completely baffled. “But we drink together all the time.”
“We drink together here,” Scott emphasized. “At the school. I thought a change of environment would let you know that I was also interested in changing our relationship.”
Logan looked thoughtful. Maybe the other man was starting to understand Scott’s reasoning. “Is that it?” he asked after a while.
“There was that fundraising dinner.”
“Ya know I hate those things, Slim.”
“Yes, but the point is I could have asked anyone to go with me, but I wanted to go with you.”
“Ya ended up going with Warren.”
Scott bit back his original reply which would’ve gone something like, ‘And whose fault was that?’ He didn’t want to sound accusing. Instead he said, “Warren turned out to be free and his family is old friends with the hosts of the fundraiser.”
“That was the night you wore that red bowtie,” Logan said thoughtfully.
Scott groaned. “Don’t remind me,” he said. “I lost a bet with Warren.” He waited for Logan to ask for an explanation but Logan didn’t. The other man still looked thoughtful.
“Was the concert a date too?”
Scott grinned. “Now you’re getting it. It was also a chaperoning gig, but I hoped you would come even if we had to listen to Britney Spears. I thought we could do something on our own after bringing the kids back.” Warren had ending up accompanying him that night as well. Scott turned over so that he was lying on his side, mirroring Logan’s position. “Warren’s not interested in me,” he said. “He’s sticking around because he’s hoping to patch things up with Betsy. You know they were together for a long time, right?”
“I heard,” Logan answered. “How does Psylocke feel about Wings?”
“She’s still on the fence but I think she’s leaning towards giving him another chance. Warren’s not a bad guy you know, once you get past the initial arrogance and over-confidence.”
“I’ll have to take your word on that, Cyke.”
“He’s been asking me to play matchmaker,” Scott said, “which is why I guess you thought we were spending more time together. I’m hopeless at it. I think I’m more of a mediator than a matchmaker.”
“I thought Betsy had a thing for you too,” Logan grudgingly admitted.
Scott didn’t think that now was the best time to tell Logan that he was actually right. One of the main reasons Betsy was still on the fence was because she’d admitted her interest in him and wanted to see if there was any chance that Scott would return her feelings. Perhaps at another time it might have been possible but Scott’s interests lay firmly somewhere else, and it was gratifying to finally know that the interest was mutual. Turns out that Alex was right about Logan after all. Scott was wondering when the X-Men had morphed into As the World Turns that he almost missed Logan leaning in to kiss him. That was another thing Scott had learned tonight. Logan liked to kiss and he was good at it. When the kiss grew deeper and Logan rolled them over so that he was on top, Scott put his hand on Logan’s chest to stop him.
“Hey,” he said. “We skipped dinner and I’m actually starving.”
“Your point, Cyclops?”
“My point is we need to go downstairs and fend for ourselves.”
“Ya don’t think that’s gonna look a little suspicious? First we both miss dinner and then we turn up together in the kitchen?”
“Suspicious?” Scott repeated, laughing again. “Warren caught your little display of public affection downstairs and god only knows what you were projecting to Betsy in the Blackbird. I think it’s safe to say the whole school knows about us now.”
When Logan didn’t respond, Scott put a soothing hand on the back of Logan’s neck and asked more seriously, “Are you all right with that?”
This time Logan smiled, soft around the edges and around his eyes. Scott couldn’t recall Logan ever looking that way at anybody – not Marie, not even Jean.
“I’m more than okay with it, Cyke,” he said. “Saves me the trouble of telling everybody to keep their hands off of you.”
“Why? Because I’m now the property of Wolverine?” Scott teased.
“And don’t you forget it.”
“If you’re going to be a Neanderthal and objectify me like that then you should at least take care of me,” Scott pointed out. “And you can start by taking me downstairs and feeding me, oh Sandwich Guru.”
Logan shifted so that he was sitting up and Scott followed suit, the other man still comfortably settled between his spread legs. Logan looked ridiculously pleased at Scott’s compliment. His sandwich making skills was a talent Scott had discovered about the other man during the period when Scott’s memories had been lost. He’d learned that Logan could make the most amazing sandwiches from virtually anything he found in the fridge or the pantry, and thus had dubbed him the Sandwich Guru. There was much more to Wolverine than his killer instinct.
The two men got off the bed and began to dress, picking up their scattered clothes from the floor.
“Are you always going to be this much of a nagger?” Logan asked as Scott was buttoning a new oxford shirt that he’d pulled out of the closet. The one on the floor was just too rumpled.
“Please,” Scott said dryly. “You know you love me for it.”
Logan, who was standing beside him, suddenly put his arm around Scott’s waist and pulled the other man against him. He looked straight into where he knew Scott’s eyes were and said very quietly, “Yeah, Cyke. I do.”
Fin.