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Logan hadn’t really put much thought into Scott’s bathroom routine, but here he was. Staring at the leader of the X-Men removing his glasses to replace them with ruby quartz swimming goggles for his shower.
“Ya swimmin’ backstroke, butterfly, or breaststroke for the X-Men swimmin’ competition, Slim?” Logan grinned. He couldn’t help himself.
Scott scoffed. “It’s not my ideal choice either, Logan.”
Something about getting on Scott’s nerves always rubbed Logan in just the right way. They were at some crummy hotel. Chuck had sent them on a mission together, his excuse was something about Scott and Logan making a great team when they weren’t bickering. Deep down, though, it was probably some type of exercise to make them to get along better.
Logan stretched his arms and flopped back into the bed. Somehow this motel was booked up and they only had one room left. With one bed. Logan had called for the bed instantly, leaving Scott to lie on the floor. One Eye asked if they had cots and the desk clerk just smirked and rolled her eyes. He heard Scott mutter a “go figure” as they departed from the desk.
“You gonna shower or do I have to smell roadkill for the entire night?” Scott’s voice brought Logan out of his thoughts.
“If ya don’t like it Slim, ya can sleep outside. How ‘bout that, huh? Maybe ya could even build yourself a nice little fire and make a sleeping bag outta leaves.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“I’m tryna say that if ya wanna act like such a boy scout, that maybe your actions should follow suit.” Logan sat back up and frowned, getting irritated.
“You must think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” The bridge of Scott’s nose wrinkled in the slightest way whenever he sneered. Logan thought it was cute.
“Yeah, actually, I know I am.”
“No one’s laughing. Maybe you should keep your day job,” Scott sighed and began to remove his shirt.
They weren’t in uniform, not yet. It was actually surprising seeing Scott out of his X-Men uniform, Logan swore the guy slept in it. He was wearing a polo shirt with khaki pants. Maybe Logan was staring a bit too intently as he watched Scott’s nimble fingers work the buttons before sliding the fabric off his shoulders.
“Yeah whatever,” Logan drawled out the ‘yeah’ in a lower, rumbly tone. He sucked in a small breath before releasing it. “Just let me know when you’re done, pretty boy.”
Scott’s reply was the soft click of the bathroom door closing. Logan leaned back onto his elbows and heaved out a sigh. It had been two years since Jean died. Logan remembered it like it was yesterday, how Scott barely left his room for the first few months. How he, himself, had to mourn her quietly. He was madly in love with her, that was probably the reason why him and Scott butted heads so much.
It wasn’t until after they grieved that Logan had realized he was in love with Scott too. Which in turn just irritated him even more. Because it all seemed so inevitable.
Soon enough, the bathroom door opened and Logan was staring at Scott with a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes lingered on how Scott had a trail of light brown hair that lead down from his belly button to under the towel. Which, when the trail was no longer visible, his eyes moved to the nice cut of muscle that made a V on Scott’s waist that also tapered down underneath the towel.
“Logan…”
Logan stood up and began unbuttoning his flannel, he was done staring anyways. “Yeah, I’m going. Didn’t realize you were the shower police,” he grumbled, grabbing a towel from the small closet beside the bathroom.
He made his way into the bathroom, but his wrist was caught by Scott. He furrowed his brows, his heart slightly leaping in his chest at the small touch before he stopped, turning to the other.
“Logan,” Scott tried again, clearing his throat.
“Scott,” Logan replied back in the same cadence, an eyebrow arching.
“I…” Scott paused and sucked in a deep breath. “I need your help with something.”
Logan felt his heart melt. It was hard not to whenever Scott was being vulnerable with him. “Sure. What do ya need, Slim?”
Scott cleared his throat and slowly released Logan’s wrist. He turned to face the male and rubbed the back of his neck, presumably due to nerves.
“When…” Scott paused, Logan imagine his eyes had averted to some random spot that wasn’t him before continuing, “Well, before Jean had died… she would clean my glasses for me and um…” He sucked in a deep breath, hesitating to finish his sentence.
“Spit it out, would ya?” Logan smirked to let the other know he was teasing.
“She would also wash my face, too. And I was wondering if… maybe we could just put our differences aside and you could help me out?”
Logan felt heat creep up his neck and he was suddenly happy that Scott couldn’t only see in shades of red. “What? Ya haven't cleaned your glasses or face for two years?”
Scott grumbled. “Look, if you don’t want to, then that’s fine. Just… don't be an ass about it.”
Logan snickered. “Don’t pop a vein, I’ll help ya.”
Scott nodded and moved to walk into the bathroom, Logan following behind. Scott pulled out a face wash and, upon closer inspection of the bottle, moisturizer. Logan could have thought of quite a few snarky things to say right now, but he just bit his tongue.
“Tell me why ya can’t clean your glasses with the goggles on again?” Okay, well, it was a good attempt at staying quiet.
“I’ve tried, it’s… it’s hard when you see everything in hues of red, alright? And as far as washing my face, I try my best. But. It’s not as thorough as when Jean did it. I’d just… like you to do it, please?”
“Well… when ya ask so nicely, how can I say no?” Logan smirked and grabbed Scott’s every day glasses from off the bathroom counter, beginning to clean them with a microfiber towel that had been placed on the counter. The steam from the shower had already fogged them up nicely, so it was pretty easy to get them squeaky clean.
He then watched Scott remove the goggles, his eyes squeezing shut as he blindly fumbled for the faucet. Logan reached his hand out and gently grabbed Scott’s wrist, guiding him to the knob. Once Scott turned on the water, Logan watched as he wet his face. Scott turned the water off and slowly stood back up, probably so he didn’t hit his head off anything too hard. Like Logan would let that happen, the kid had his head hit one too many times in this lifetime already.
Logan washed his hands before pumping two squirts of the face wash onto his fingers. He rubbed his hands together before he reached up and touched them to Scott’s cheeks. Scott did flinch a little and Logan felt bad for not warning him first.
“S’just me, pretty boy,” he reassured in a low tone. Then, he started to rub the face wash into the skin.
Scott’s cheeks were soft under his touch. He moved from using his index and middle fingers to using his thumbs. A thumb swiped over the bridge of Scott’s nose and he noted the small faint freckles that dotted it. It was hardly visible unless you were really close to the guy. They were… well, adorable.
Then, he swiped his thumbs up to get Scott’s eyes, getting in the crevices and cleaning out the gunk. He made sure to gently rub underneath his eyes, frowning at the eye bags that were very noticeable. He had never really put in much thought that the leader of the X-Men also suffered from eye bags. Once Logan deemed Scott’s eyes clean, he then cleaned his forehead that housed his beautiful, order driven brain. The male seemed to enjoy this, with every swipe, he relaxed into the touch.
Soon enough, he was moving to wash his chin and his eyes were focusing on those pretty, plush lips. He pushed his thoughts aside for now as he made sure to get every inch of Scott’s face clean. He swallowed hard before grabbing the hand towel that was hanging up and wiping off his hands.
“Alright, you’re done,” Logan said, as he turned on the water. Scott leaned back down, washed off his face and then stood back up, blindly reaching for the towel that Logan was holding. Logan cleared his throat and grabbed Scott’s wrist to stop him. “I got it.”
The words seemed to calm him down and Logan was gently drying Scott’s face off next. It was intimate in a way that he had never imagined. How him and Scott never ceased to argue, but somehow the boy scout trusted him enough to render himself blind around him. Logan made sure to get everything he possibly could, swiping his thumb over spots here and there to make sure they were dry, like his eyebrows, or the sides of his face.
Logan swiped his thumb over Scott’s lips and sucked in a deep breath. God, they were so soft. He didn’t know what he was doing, matter of fact, his brain didn't think much of nothing as he leaned in and placed a kiss against those soft lips. Scott let out a surprised, muffled noise before he relaxed into it. Those lips were pressing back harder against Logan’s and Scott was gripping the open flaps of his flannel tightly.
Their lips slid together in a perfect rhythm after the initial surprise wore off. Scott probably calculated everything in that too smart for his own good noggin, but it didn’t really bother him much. He just pulled Scott closer, his hands resting on his bare waist as he tried his best to not devour the male’s lips. Soon, Logan pulled away with a breathless chuckle as Scott let out a soft, sad noise from the loss. Fingers blindly reaching out and feeling for Logan’s lips. “Ya gotta breathe, Slim.”
Scott’s face had flushed and he cleared his throat. The hand that was searching for Logan’s mouth had rested on his shoulder before a pink tongue slid out against his lips. Logan had to look away.
Scott, probably tired of being blind, moved and put on his glasses on. Logan envisioned Scott blinking his eyes open, a part of him wishing selfishly that he could see his eyes in their full glory.
“Why’d you kiss me?” Scott asked, pulling Logan out of his thoughts for what seemed like the tenth time that night.
“Wanted to.” Logan shrugged.
“Did it, um…” Scott looked away, readjusting his towel slightly. “Did it mean anything?”
“Yeah,” Logan replied. “It meant the entire universe to me.” It wasn’t a lie. He’d been wanting to kiss Scott for at least a year now. Sometimes to shut him up, sometimes to just calm his worrying mind down. But, they all were lead with the same intention of it meaning something to him.
Scott looked back at Logan and a grin spread on his face. “Me too.” That smile was the second most beautiful thing about Scott and it never failed to get his heart to start racing inside his chest. The first beautiful thing would be his eyes. Logan’s ever only seen them once before, but they were absolutely breathtaking. The things this man did to him…
Logan laughed at the response from Scott. It wasn’t in mockery, it was more of a lighthearted one. “Wanna do it again?”
Scott pursed his lips in thought before smirking. “Not until you take a shower. You still smell like roadkill.”
Logan scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile that was spreading on his lips. “Fine. But after I’m showered, all’s fair in love and war, pretty boy.”
Scott nudged him with his hand gently before his fingers wandered to find Logan’s ribs over his shirt. It was a light and teasing touch as he poked at the adamantium. His smile softened. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, Logan.”