Good Night, Sleep Tight
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RATING: R for M/M sexual situations.
FANDOM/SPOILERS: X-Men. Movie canon only.
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SERIES: Sucks To Be You: Episode I
SUMMARY: Logan/Scott. Alternate scene. A nightcap.
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August 2000
Scott, she said, and she was gone.
He stayed, cardigan, cheekbones, sunglasses at night.
"You going to tell me to stay away from your girl?" Logan could still smell her in the room, could feel the warm air cooling where she'd stood.
"If I had to do that, she wouldn't be my girl." Scott stayed. And stared. Up and down.
"Well, then, I guess you've got nothing to worry about, do you, Cyclops?" Could smell him too, cologne and soap and hackles rising.
"It must just burn you up that a boy like me saved your life, huh?" Scott smirked, took a step forward. And stared. Up and down.
"I know how you can make it up to me." Watched him tense, unclench, carefully raise his eyebrows.
"Yeah?"
"You've got a pretty mouth. Use it." Logan savoured the look on Scott's face.
"You've got to be kidding." Scott crossed his arms, stepped back.
"Don't tell me you don't want to. You've been thinking about it ever since I got here." Be careful what you wish for, Cyclops.
A muscle twitched in Scott's cheek. "I don't know where you get off--"
"I know exactly where I get off." Pulled off his shirt, tossed it on the bed. "Come in and shut the door."
"If it's a fight you want--" Hand rising now, beside his face.
"Shut the door. You want to fight, we'll fight." Logan sank into a chair, put his hands behind his head. "But all I want is a blowjob."
"Keep your voice down." Scott shut the door, leaned against it. Trapped.
Logan waited.
"Listen, Logan, even if I did want to--" Stinking with fear, with desire. "I'm with Jean."
"Jean, right. I'm sure you suck her cock all the time." Jean. Supposed to sting Scott, but caught himself with the backlash.
"Jean's too good for you." Scott moved away from the door, one, two steps.
"But she's not too good for you? You must be better than I thought." Didn't change his posture, didn't raise his voice.
"Fuck off."
"I like Jean. She likes me. Eventually, she'll be with me, not you." Leaned in, hands on his knees. Boy needed a push.
"In your dreams." Another step in, muscles taut, hands at his sides.
Almost. "But every night that I can get to sleep without her, that's one more night that you can keep her." Wished he could see Scott's eyes.
"Logan--"
"How long has it been?"
No reply, just nostrils flaring and a tongue flicking out. Didn't have to be a mind reader to know the answer was "too long".
"Just do it, Summers. You have no choice."
Magic words. Every tension slackened and Scott dropped to his knees.
Logan didn't touch him, just raised his hips to let the sweats slide down. Wrists on the armrests. Eyes on Scott's face. Too long for both of them.
The boy was good. Obvious he'd been there, done that. That extra bit of cocksucking instinct that made it worth picking up the occasional man. Logan let himself relax into it. Odours were tangling now, ropes of musk and skin, himself, Scott, a few threads of Jean still wrapping around him.
The boy was really good. Logan fought to keep his concentration. He fixed on Scott's neck, the standing tendons, the pale, bare skin. Wanted to release one claw, rest it on the beating pulse. Time for that later.
Stamina was Logan's gift and he held on just long enough to be sure Scott was getting tired. Then he let go, eyes shut, risking vulnerability for the moments of untwisting pleasure.
He opened his eyes in time to see Scott swallow. Scott stood, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, didn't speak. Logan wondered if he was going to go pound Jean through the mattress now.
Sitting there, pants still down around his ankles, Logan smiled. "Don't be a stranger, now." The boy just turned, walked out, off to hit the Listerine and fuck his woman.
"Summers." Scott stopped at the door, looked over his shoulder. "Does she ever read your mind?"
The door slammed. Logan kicked the sweats free and crawled into bed.
He was going to sleep well tonight.
The End