Chapter 1
"What?"
Was the only thing that came out of logans mouth, a response, definitely, but to what? Scotts stupidity, most likely
"I said" scott huffs indignantly, his eues narrowing in that way he thinks no one cam tell, but everyone can tell. "why do you never shower woth the rest of us? It cant be comfortable, being all sweaty and stinking like a garbage disposal."
Logan stiffens, he knew this say would happen, but he expected ut to be professor, or hank, or maybe even gambit, but he should habe known itd be Slim hanging off his dick; If he had one, that is
"Not to mention, ive seen you and morph sneak into the showers together, when you think no ones looking, i know why they- is it she today? Uhm, i know why she doesnt shower woth the rest of us. But why with you? You know you cant be.. Doing stuff in the showers, if professor knew, he'd throw a fit-"
Logans eyes crease into a glare, as he stares there, arms crossed, thank God he usually stood like this, otherwise hed gave no way to hide his un-binded chest "losten, slim, it aint none if your concern, and also, morph and i? We're friends, got it? Shes like a sibling to me! Id never even think about doin her, you freak" he sneers
"Hey, hey! im just trying to be a leader here, what kinda person would i be if i wasnt concerned for my teamates wellbeing, you just.. Don't seem like the kinda guy to be so,, uh,, so insecure-"
Logans hands slam into scotts chest "i aint insecure! you fuckin good for nothin-" he stops in his tracks, scott, despite having his eyes constantly covered with a visor; was not in the least bit slick, his head, tilted- no, crained down to stare at logans pecs, to fucking oggle at him like he's some sort of cis male wannabe-
"Hey! Shit- logsn, you okay? Your uh.. Your crying? I think?" Scotts handsive uo to logans face, only for them to be bat away by the other Mutant "don'- don' fuckin touch me! Just get outta here before i Fuckin- ugh!" Logan grips the tufts of hair forming a widows peak and pulling-
Hands grip his own, gently prying them off logans hair, "hey, stop, no" scotts thimb brushes against the bump on logans wrist, a gentle, soothing movement "uh.. I forgot- can i touch you? Is this okay?" He continues the gentle movement
If logan was in his right mind he'd scoff, jubilee had been teachin them how to deal with a breakdown, what did scott think of him, that he was some kinda autistic teenage wuss? In any case, he gives a short nod
"Can you talk?" Scott says softly "can you try to talk for me?" A Hand snaked onto logans back once scott was sure logan wouldnt return to hair pulling, rubbing soothing circles into the shorter mans back
"Your.. A.. Dick" logan grunts, earning a soft chuckle from scott,
"Glad to see your humors still intact" he smiles "cmon, lets get you to your room"