Logan stroked Kurt's hair in rythmic motions while lazily studying the TV. Some soap opera. Kurt didn't care the slightest. He was too busy enjoying Logan's hands. He was ashamed of it, but he loved being cuddled. He released a happy sound as Logan moved down to his face and neck. His tail danced in joy, rapping at the sofa. The bulky man half sat, half lay on the couch, with Kurt's upper body in his lap, petting it with his rough hands.

The first time had been an accident. They had both fallen asleep, and Kurt had landed on Logan's chest. When he woke up, Logan had been half asleep and petting him. They had been very emberrassed, but in the end, it became a ritual between the two.

Logan brushed his thumb over Kurt's ear. The blue mutant suddenly wondered how many people he had killed with those hands… no! At present, they were the objects petting him, and that was all that mattered. They moved to his arms and chest. Kurt lost control and purred madly. "Mmmmmoooorrrree…!" He chuckled, "We ain't havin' sex, Elf." "Maybe you aren't." Kurt answered, his eyes shut. "Yer like some huge blue cat, you know that?" "Mmhm." The giggle died away when the stroking moved slightly south. "Oh…Must be a new breed." Kurt said, flabbergasted. "I bet."