Scott x Daken
"I don't usually put out on the first date," Scott confessed, scrunching his nose up.
The other man laughed at that and a blush crosses Scott's face.
"I don't believe that," Daken said. Daken wrapped his arm around Scott, pulling the younger man closer to him.
"I never been on a date before," Scott told him. He felt a little embarrassed by that. 18 years of not dating anyone felt shameful to him. "But I really like this one." 'That sounded corny'.
"I'm glad that I made it enjoyable," Daken replied as he let his hand wander over to Scott's...Scott gently pushed his hand away.
"So you really are Wolverine's son?" Scott questioned, changing the subject.
"Yeah, he mentioned me?"
"No." Scott barely communicated with Wolverine and each time he did, the man seemed pissed by his existence. "I don't really talk to him."
Scott turned to his side so that the two were face to face. Daken took the opportunity to place his hand on Scott's thigh and resorted to caressing the kid's thigh instead. In return, Scott awkwardly placed his arms around Daken's hip.
"Am I doing this right?" Scott asked.
"Yes."
They laid there in silence. Scott started to wonder if this was right. He wondered if he was just doing it to spite the older feral mutant or needed something to take his mind off of what's going on. He didn't reflect too much on the details. He let out a sigh and allowed himself to enjoy the moment, feeling the knot in his stomach disappear as he snuggle against Daken.