Everywhere. Scott was everywhere. Logan wandered through the institute's halls smelling Cyclops everywhere. When he had first arrived smelling him everywhere had been fine. That was, until the incident.
Logan had been watching an Oilers game in the communal living room like always when Scott walked in looking for something. He had been so focused on looking for whatever it was that he had tripped and fallen right into Logan's lap. His face had been squished between Logan's pecs. Naturally, they both had gotten up immediately, but since then, the shorter man hadn't stopped thinking about him.
About his smile. His chest. The way his forehead wrinkled and he bit his tongue when he was focused. But Logan couldn't think like that. They were rivals for god's sake! They fought over Jean constantly! He can't be in love with his crush's boyfriend!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Scott lay awake at night. He usually did. Anxiety was a bitch and it decided to focus on him mostly. Tonight however, he was awake for a different reason. Logan. A few weeks ago he had realized how much he adored the man. When he had realized this he had been walking into the living room looking for Jean's hairbrush for her. He had tripped over something one of the students had left laying around and fell right into his arms. It was like one of those RomComs Jean and Ororo liked so much except the love interest was a short, centuries old, grumpy, hairy man in a tank top watching hockey. Scott was so embarrassed that he had run out of the room without the brush. He spent that night avoiding everyone and trying to figure out why he suddenly liked the idea of Logan when he had been so adverse to him at first.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Logan's classroom was unfortunately right next door to Scott's. So every day while he was giving a lecture, he had to smell the man who unintentionally haunted his feelings. During his planning period one random tuesday afternoon, he found himself unable to concentrate on anything but Slim's voice drifting through the wall.
It was as haunting as it was beautiful. Logan knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable, but he couldn't make himself say it. He didn't love Scott. He just...didn't despise him anymore. What he was ready to admit however, was that he needed Scott and Jean to break up. Unfortunately for that plan, he needed someone's help. Morph.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Morph was where they usually were during the day, messing with people. Logan pulled them aside.
"Morph."
"Woah there buddy! Not so rough! What's up GanGan?"
"Never call me that again."
"Noted. So...Whatcha doin?" Morphs impression of Isabella was lost on Logan.
"I need your help."
"With what big guy?"
"I need you to kiss cardboard x-men in Jean's body." That got Morph's attention.
"You need me to what?! Why?!"
"I'm breaking up Scott and Jean. Now are you in or not, bub?"
"Listen buddy. I'm all for pranks, but messing with and intentionally ruining other people's relationship is where i draw the line." Wolverine didn't like this answer and unsheathed his claws. He needed Morph for this to work. He already had the cardboard cut-outs.
"Do it."
"No! And if you keep pushing I'll tell Jean!" Wolverine sheathed his claws and walked away. That route wasn't going to work. Time for plan B.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"What?" Jean was sitting with Ororo in her room.
"Logan is trying to break you and Scott up." Ororo repeated
"Why? Is he jealous again?"
"Of you maybe..."
"Of me? Wha- Logan's in love with Scott?!"
"He's been insufferable the last week. Whenever I ask all he says is 'Smellin' Slim everywhere'"
"Does he know?" Ororo kissed her girlfriend of about a month in consolation.
"That you're a lesbian and broke up with Scott a year ago while he was off on an excursion? No"
"Then he needs to know before he does something stupid!"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Logan was pacing the halls, trying to actually create plan B when Jean ran up to him smelling like Storm.
"Logan! There you are!"
"Jeanie. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Slim?"
"Why would I be with him?" Now Logan was confused.
"Because he's your boyfriend? Did someone wipe your memory?! Was is Sinister?! Should I tell the profesor?!"
"No no no! It's not like that. It's just...Scott and I broke up like a year ago." What?! The Cyclops had been fair game this whole damn time?!
"Oh. Bye." Logan ran off. He needed to claim him. He needed to make Scott his. Jean was over him so he was fair game now.
As Logan reached Scott's classroom where he was undoubtedly on his lunch, he hesitated. Why was he so worked up about this man? Did he really need him?
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Scott was having a quiet lunch trying not to think about the future and Logan when the man himself burst into the room and walked up to him quickly. Logan knocked his turkey sandwich out of his hand but Scott had little time to think about his poor sandwich when Logan kissed him. Scott pulled away out of surprise.
"Logan what-"
"Shhh. Please Slim. Just tell me you feel it too?"
"Feel what?" Scott questioned
"Love." Logan answered dumbly. He still hadn't really put together what he was feeling but that sounded right. Scott nodded and kissed Logan again. The shorter man ran his fingers through the other's hair, savoring the moment of his beautiful Scott loving him back.