Chapter 7
Logan didn't bother growling at the kid as much as he used to, even if it felt more instinctive now. Not that he needed to. Peter didn't bother testing Logan until he broke, shot him a glare or grunt, sometimes even push the kid away if he was too persistent. Now, the kid managed to hold himself back well enough to be almost unnoticeable as the older men occupied the certain room. He's stubborn, he'll give him that.
When the opportunity struck, Logan got out of his way to converse with Peter, which made the kid's face redden with irritation. If he didn't know, he'd guess the kid didn't even want to talk to him. But he knew better. So, he didn't bother apologising as he struck a small smirk, watching the kid roll his eyes as he turned back.
Now, he didn't make himself too obvious, just to test Peter's limits, slowly. It started with the avoidance, which lifted and eyebrow or two. The small glances appeared soon after the younger man didn't seem to be affected, smirking every time he'd catch Peter's eyes before him. Though, surprisingly it happened less and less now, mostly just catching a wandered gaze from the kid.
He didn't spend a lot of time talking to the kid, mostly inserting himself in the business he came for for the initial reason, though he didn't exactly hold himself back whenever they were in an empty room.
Sometimes his thoughts travelled back to the few nights ago where they just simply talked, no unnecessary tones or secret jabs, just talk. It felt normal yet surprising the more he thought about it. Though now it felt more similar to it, the distance felt different from the moment he often thought about.
The avoidance became obvious, also to the other residents. Though Peter was still polite enough to answer him, his dry answers often earned raised eyebrows from the others. Logan growled, turning back to continue conversation with whoever he was sitting at the time. Embarrassment didn't really resonate with Logan. So, despite his better judgement, he teased back.
Every ignorant moves Peter made, Logan returned with an unbothered smirk, throwing a tease at Peter until the kid scoffed, leaving the room. It didn't feel great, but it saved his ego. And that's what pretty much mattered.
The wandering eyes became rarer, barely finding glances of them. He rolled his eyes every time Hank's words fell into his head at moments like this. He doesn't miss attention. Atleast not attention from him. He frequently visited the bar, picking up a chick almost every time, unless he got wasted to the point where he had to walk home. He didn't take them home much anymore anyway, mostly just getting them off right at the restrooms of the pub.
He still took them home sometimes, usually when he felt too drunk or just too tired, but the scoffing faces when he sent them home right after took the earned satisfaction away. He felt irritated despite the sloppy hookups, the pride in it disappearing as soon as an irritated expression was thrown at him by Peter. He felt even more irritated by the fact that he took it so seriously.
He got out of bed after another sloshed hookup from yesterday. He groaned, stretching his arms, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He couldn't stop another groan from escaping as he focused on his tired image, ignoring it as he passed it, picking up some fresh clothes Raven offered to wash for him along with the others. He took a sniff, humming in approval at the fresh scent tinted with a familiar aroma he couldn't directly place.
He made his way to the bathroom, quietly closing the door due to the still early hour. He dropped the clothes on the basket, ridding his old clothes as he hopped into the shower, quietly groaning as the water took its time to warm up. He scrubbed himself, sighing when the warmer water ran down his now relaxed muscles. He stayed like this for a few more minutes until he finally convinced himself to get out.
His frown became noticeable at another glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror. He'd deem himself even worse, though it might just be the strong lighting. He threw the shirt over his head, taking another sniff as he pulled it on, taking a few minutes to get the rest on before he picked his toothbrush from his bag, leaning on the edge of the counter as he brushed his teeth. He didn't move his eyes as he brushed.
He didn't fuss over his hair, gliding it down with a comb he found in one of the cabinets, sighing in approval when his hands got tired. He silently passed the doors as he walked to his room, slowly stopping at Peter's to check if he was awake. With the silent rumbling, he'd guess he was. He stood for another second before he finally opened the door to his room, hearing the other door opening as he closed his own. He grunted as he heard the light steps walk to the bathroom.
The avoidance became too obvious, not sure if this was the kid's intention or not. Either way it was stupid. Or atleast it was getting there. He exhaled for a few seconds, gliding a palm over his face before he exited his room. Like it or not, it did get under his skin.
He joined the rest in the living room, the three too busy to look up from the table to greet him. He didn't blame them as he glanced on the table, his eyes silently reading through the dense papers. He stopped once his curiosity was tamed, sitting behind them to sip on a now cold coffee. He grimaced at the settled coffee, earning a glance from Charles. "There's some fresh coffee made in the kitchen, if you'd prefer." Logan didn't spare another glance at the settled coffee as he strode to the kitchen, missing the curious glance from Hank.
His lips upturned when he noticed the familiar figure in the kitchen, standing by the coffee. "You want a cup?" Peter offered, not bothering to look up. Logan resisted glaring as he answered, unwaveringly so. "Sure." Peter nodded, taking a second before he grabbed a cup, pouring a decent amount of freshly brewed coffee, passing it with a taught smile.
Logan thanked him silently as he sipped, letting his gaze travel all over the younger man, noticing the slightly warm cheeks. He gasped when Logan gripped his hip to get past him, almost innocently so, as he moved. "Control yourself." He muttered to Logan, who only returned a smirk. "Not sure you'd like that, bub." Peter's face only burned more intensely, both with embarrassment and irritation, he'd reckon. He didn't bother reacting to another scoff from the kid as he exited the room.
He didn't dare think of it, not having enough energy to. He sipped, standing for a few more seconds before sighing as he moved back to the room. Seeing the group now chat quietly, their eyes averting to Logan, made him roll his eyes as he sat beside them, not bothering to start a conversation.
Hank, not really getting the memo, smiled comfortingly as he spoke to Logan. "Good news, we'll be going home in a few days." He ignored the remarks of the few as he sat in silence. He'd been asking for it, yearning even at some point, but now he just needed them to shut up. He didn't dare analize the thought as he nodded with an unconvincing smile. It seems it was enough for them, returning to their usual chatter the same second.
He couldn't help but let his eyes wander, not sure if he was surprised to see Peter standing at the side of the door behind the rest, facing Logan. They didn't speak, both unwanting and knowing already, judging by their faces. Logan looked down first, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at the melodramatic scene as if it should mean something. He didn't bother looking back, focusing on Charles' excited rambling.
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he sat behind the counter, debating if he should dump the blandly mixed drink and just head to the bar. The silence seemed to answer for him, making him carelessly drop the cup as he pulled his jacket on, grabbing the keys on the lower pocket. He looked around, as if checking, turning to leave the same second.
The sun seemed to set already as he walked, the familiar orange lighting hitting the city as he made his way to the car. He sat on the seat, ignoring the ever so slight creak it made. He glanced to the rearview mirror as he turned the car on, hearing its rumbling as he drove. His hand made its way to the window, leaning his head on it as he sighed, feeling the tiredness seeping in already. He wasn't in the mood to get laid, just drunk.
He made it fairly quickly, trying not to look desperate to enter as he bar as he walked, making his way through the sleazy crowd, trying not to grimace at the strong scent of damp sweat. He settled into his usual chair, luckily left empty, a few vacant chairs sitting around it. He ordered with an uninterested voice, glancing around as he waited for his drink. He pulled one of his last cigars out of his pocket, hoping it was still functioning well.
The small slam in front if him made his attention focus back, silently thanking the bartender as he gripped his drink. Another one followed after it, repeatedly, until he was embarrassed to admit the amount he drank. His eyebrows shot up as he noticed the familiar silver hair glisten in the warm light a few feet away. He turned slightly as he focused on him. His hand held on the cigar, letting it fume away as he did so.
He didn't look teasing, or meaning to, seeing him laugh comfortably with a few people he'd call his friends. His gaze didn't wander to him once as he watched, busy engrossed in the talk with the rest of his group. He turned away right as a red-haired girl pointed at him, pointing out his curiosity.
He didn't notice until a slim figure stood in front of him with a irritating expression. "You're joking. Why are you here?" The slight tremble in his slurred voice told him the kid drank already way more than he should. "I should ask you the same thing." The younger man scoffed, his hands tensing as he glanced around incredulously. "None of your business, old man." He began to turn around, stopping at Logan's voice. "You really should be going home, kid."
He didn't know if it was the sentence, the tone or the nickname that stopped Peter, standing still with his back towards Logan. He turned back, the same incredulous expression still on his face, almost making Logan gulp at the said words. He expected him to lash out, try to offend Logan until he'd scoff amusingly, making the kid storm out, yet he stood silent. Which felt even more wrong. And awkward.
"Since when do you care what I do?" Now Logan was getting pissed off at the words. Was he really that clueless? "Don't make me laugh kid." Peter, now with a frown, gripped his hips with his hands, standing in front of Logan. "I don't get what's so funny." The tone was almost insulted. "What was all that childish teasing until a few days ago?"
It seemed his choice of words wasn't correct, seeing the kid chuckle incredulously. "Don't tell me it meant something to you?" The tone itself almost felt mocking. It didn't, not really. But he wasn't gonna let the kid win. "Oh, we're not talking about me. You were practically throwing yourself at me. Quite literally." He leaned foward, seeing the kid's mask slip off ever so slightly before his face hardened again. Logan swallowed before he continued. "You want this. All of this. Stop lyin' to yourself." He took another drag, trying to ignore the earned scoff from the kid.
"You don't know what I want." The slight tremble in his voice made Logan look up. The eyes now focused everywhere but on Logan, forcing Logan not to smirk at the small personalised win. He lifted himself from the chair, his eyes still firmly placed on the shorter man. "By what I remember, you were pretty adamant about it." He heard him sigh, ignoring the smirk on Logan's face. "Get lost, man." Before another word could leave Logan, he was stopped by the pure desperation for silence on Peter's face, making his mouth close shut.
The eye contact kept firm, none of them breaking it until Peter turned, walking away. Logan politely ignored the slight quiver of his lip, taking a long drag out of his cigar. He ignored every wandering glance from the strangers, occasionally glaring back at those who dared to do it. He held his drink well, though now he wished he didn't.
He washed the thoughts away with every drink, barely holding himself up when he was finished. Despite his sloshed appearance, it seems he could still hold his charm well, seeing the ongoing looks from certain women around the bar. He grunted when he tried standing up once again, his wobbly knees irritating him further. He didn't answer as the bartender talked, not bothering to listen. He slammed a hand on the counter, loudly growling, the others politely ignoring his acts.
His gaze once again travelled around the place, seeing the avoidant eyes, making him roll his eyes again. His temper won once again. He sighed, closing his eyes as he shifted in his pants, slamming bills on the counter as he walked out, not bothered by any voices as he did. The place was a sleaze anyway.
He hopped into his seat, his eyebrows lifting as he closed his eyes, trying to gain some sobriety to drive. By his carelessness, he made it to the mansion without crashing, sighing out of relief as he lazily parked. He turned the car off, the rumbling silencing. The silence that surrounded him irritated him even more. He grunted as he stepped out, taking a second to stabilize himself. He walked, focused on the crunching of his shoes on the rocky sand.
The doors were unlocked, meaning they knew where he was headed. And when he'll come back. He exhaled as he entered, the warmth supporting him as he walked to his room. He stepped carefully on the steps, slowly, blinded by the darkness. By now he could guess where his room stood without looking, opening its door only to hear it creak vacantly. He sighed as he dropped his bag down. He looked around, shaking his head slightly as he threw himself on the bed, uncaring for anything but sleep now.
Except that the sleep never came. Wide awake, he got up again to open his window, grabbing a cigar to smoke, trying to calm his growing nerves. A sloppy fuck would do him good now if he got his temper under control. He laid down once again, smoking in silence of the night. He let his mind take away, not thinking about anything, really. He almost didn't hear the same creak from the door when he opened it, turning his head slowly to the side.
He didn't know what to expect, maybe Hank bothering him about smoking once again, or Charles talking about his terrors once again, yet his breath was caught when the smaller figure was recognised by the door. Just now he let his mind unravel everything he said this night, previous night, every night. He was stopped once the light focused on the young face.
He looked almost concerned, unsure definitely. The hair now looked darker than usual, messy yet still so perfectly rounding his defined face. He sighed as he let his mind go again. He was a weak, weak man. He didn't look back until he heard a slight creak of the floor, making him put the cigar out, suddenly worrying about it. He mentally cursed himself as he laid still, watching Peter move ever so slightly. Slowly, almost too slow. Yet he didn't make a single move.
His eyes were squinted, watching the younger man move, his face somewhat stern as if he was mad. He wouldn't blame him if he was. He didn't know what to expect, yet he still stood still as he felt him settle on his lap, no words said. Shamefully, he was still as he let the smaller hands unsurely travel around his lower stomach, getting higher, then lower. Before he could make another move, Logan finally gathered his last fiber of strength, closing his arm around Peter's wrist, making the younger man gasp at the sudden touch.
Logan opened his mouth to say something, anything, try to tell him this is a bad idea, wrong, yet he was once again silenced by the slight movement of hips, making his mouth shut in order to hold in a groan. "Just-" The silence that followed it was unbelievably strong. "let me have this. Please. Don't stop me." Logan's thoughts ran wildly, yet he obeyed.
He laid back, supporting himself on his elbows as he looked up, the loosely focused body now losing himself as he rocked, the room so quiet he could hear the slight whimpers escaping his throat. He leaned fowards, the scent now overpowering every other smell in the room, making Logan's drunken head even dizzier. He tipped his head back as he let the other explore in his tempo, which was almost agonizingly slow, yet almost sweet.
The silence was now filled with quiet groans, whines and gasps. The cold hands found their way under Logan's shirt, making him gasp quietly. Peter stopped for a second, thinking the worst of it. "Go on." He continued after Logan muttered the words breathlessly, grunting as his grip now tightened. His breaths got shallower once Peter gained more confidence, slow yet experienced.
His fingers moved almost skillfully, his body now leaning onto him, his warm breath hitting his neck, leaving smaller pecks higher until he was latched onto his jaw, soft whines escaping his throat as he slowly rocked foward, now keeping a steady rhythm. His hands were firmly placed on his chest, almost massaging slowly as he moved, making Logan embarrassingly needy. A faint smirk was plastered on Peter's face as a eager whine escaped Logan's throat.
His shirt was gone in a second, along with his pants, now only sitting atop of him in his underwear. He lifted Logan shirt as if asking to remove it, which Logan fortunately understood, quickly ridding of his shirt, only sitting in his now too tight pants. Peter luckily took pity, placing his finger into the loop of his belt, opening it agonizingly slowly. Everything moved so slowly, yet none of them wanted to rush it.
The click of the belt brought out a moan out of Logan's throat, almost impatiently rocking his hips up, making Peter giggle as he pressed down. The gasp intensified, making Logan hit his head on the headboard as he leaned it back. He caught the other's eyes, so intense and so eager. Teasing him. The silence enveloped them again as Logan's finger stuck in the underwear, looking up at the face for approval. The slight nod along with a shiver answered him. Peter lifted himself slightly as he got rid of all his clothes.
The belt clinked once again, zipper being opened as Logan groaned again. Before Logan could ask anything, Peter already slowly sat on his now rock hard dick, making him gasp. Logan quickly gripped his hips. "Did you-" Before he could finish his sentence, Peter already nodded eagerly answering breathlessly. "Yeah." He let his grip loosen, with his arms still wrapped around his slim hips as the other slowly sat down, groaning longingly.
As he was halfway down, Logan once again spoke, quietly. "Are you sure?" Peter now only caught his eye, both of them stopping for a quick second. "Shut up." He firmly sat on his cock, making Logan groan almost too loudly as he listened to the other's whimpers. Before he could ask him another question, it seemed Peter was already fed up, moving up harshly, then slamming down, making them both moan lewdly.
He repeated the motion a few times, eagerly speeding the rhythm, making Logan'a grip tighten. Peter leaned down, close to his ear, the warm gasps hitting his ear. "Stop thinking." Logan slammed his hips up, making Peter almost sqeak as he moved even faster. The room echoed of their moans, gasps breathless as they both got closer.
Logan felt himself finishing embarrassingly quickly, yet Peter didn't look far behind. "Shit- I'm gonna-" He spoke between thursts, making Peter tilt his head down. "Do it. Fuckin' do it. Inside me." He spoke with almost angered tone, the whimpers intensifying as he rode harder, making Logan moan breathlessly as he finally released. Peter screamed lewdly, whining as he felt himself release, making Logan grunt at the sudden tightness.
Both of them sat still, Peter still moving almost weakly, letting out quiet whines as he rode out the orgasm. He caught Logan's eyes, smiling when he saw Logan smirk tiredly. He lifted himself up, pulling on his underwear. He groaned as he moved, feeling the aches after the aggressive moment. He stood on his knees on the bed, almost rolling out of bed before a much stronger arm gripped his waist, pulling him back.
He looked back at Logan, whose eyes were already half closed, grunting slightly. He didn't object as he made himself comfortable, nestling himself closely to Logan's stomach with his back, faintly smirking when he felt the arm wrap around him, holding him firmly against himself.
Peter, unable to stay quiet in this moment, decided to speak quietly. "So." Logan hummed back. He moved onto his back, letting Peter do the same. They looked at each other, each of them projecting a different emotion. "I did want this." Logan smirked. "I guessed." Peter snorted, hitting him slightly on the chest. "I'm sorry." His smile fainted, almost turning melancholic. "Don't be." They looked at each other again, both of them smiling, almost sweetly so. He'd deem it cheesy if he cared.
"You're still going." He spoke, too quietly. Logan heard him. He knows by the long sigh. "Yeah." They laid in silence again, both of them smiling faintly, even if the moment now felt melancholic. "Will I see you again?" He felt dumb asking that, he felt desperate. Yet he couldn't help but ask. He knows he'd regret it if he didn't. "Sure. You never know." Peter nodded, his face now almost emotionless as he laid his cheek onto his chest. "I'll make it work." It was almost too quiet. Peter wouldn't hear it if he was just a tad more tired.
He looked up slowly, smiling almost bittersweetly before settling his face into his neck, exhaling longingly. Logan's grip didn't loosen even after they both drifted off.
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Peter woke up by the frantic knocking on the door. He almost replied angrily when he felt the muscled body underneath him. He almost gasped, his head hurting from the mix of yesterday's memories and the frantic knocking. He shook Logan, hitting him on the chest when he was still asleep. He woke up, muttering quietly as he lifted his head up, automatically gripping him harder around the waist.
Before any of them could think of anything, the door already opened, Logan mentally cursing himself for not locking it. They both stood still, Peter still supporting himself on Logan's chest as they watched the door opened. Logan sighed silently as he noticed Hank's face appear in the room, yet he still felt his throat squeeze at the other's groan. "Well. Good morning. Both of you." Logan would go smack the kid for his awkward demeanor if Peter wasn't sprawled on his chest.
It almost hit him like a brick, lifting himself up. "Look, I-" Hank lifted his hand, shushing him. "I know. We know." Both of them looked confused, watching Hank curiously. Maybe they noticed their absence in the room, or Peter's vacant room. They stood silently for what felt like too long for an awkward moment like this, until Hank spoke up again. "Maybe next time think of closing the window. And locking the doors." He closed the door as he closed the door silently, making the two look at each other.
Logan's annoyed face faded when Peter tried looking apologetic, chuckling silently when Peter protested back. "This is not funny." Logan snorted, laying back down. "It kinda is." It was Peter's turn to snort, sitting lazily as he yawned. "Well, let's hope your deal still stands." He laughed when Logan's realisation hit, his proud smile failing. "Not so funny now, is it?" He growled, slamming his arm over his face. Peter laid back, settling for a little more warmth before he got up. They still had some time. It seemed like a good way of using it.