Hank opened his eyes. The darkness of the hospital room was calming, but the strong smell of formaldehyde burned his nose. He sat up and looked around. The others were all asleep with the chicken pox. He was alone. He slipped the covers off and slid off the bed. The tile floor was cold under his feet. He stepped slowly around the bed, and felt his way to the door. The bandages around his chest chafed against his fur, making a rubbing sound as he walked. He grabbed the handle softly and turned it. The door creaked as he opened it, and he slipped out into the hall way as quickly as possible.
The hall was bright, but cold. The hospital gown he was wearing really didn't keep the cold out. He walked slowly down the hall towards the kitchen. He hadn't had a decent meal in a week, and it was beginning to get to him. He guessed it was about four in the morning. He got to the kitchen and opened the door.
"What are you doin' outa bed?" Hank yelped slightly. He wasn't expecting anyone to be up. He walked into the kitchen to see Logan at the table holding a beer. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the fluorescent lights in the kitchen cast shadows all across his body.
"Honestly, I never realized how terrible hospital food was." They both chuckled slightly, then Logan got up and walked over to Hank.
"It's good ta see you out and about." He smiled and hugged Hank tightly. Hank yelled and pushed him off. He wrapped his arms around himself in pain. "Sorry" Logan retorted "I forgot." Logan walked him over to a chair, and kissed him on the cheek. "So, what do ya feel like?"
"Oh, I was just going to grab an apple or something."
"Don't be stupid. I'll make ya somethin'. What does Hank have a hankerin' for?" He grinned.
"That was a really bad pun... I kinda feel like eggs."
"How do ya like 'em?"
"Surprise me." They smiled at each other again, then Logan leaned in and kissed him softly. Logan stood back up, then walked to the fridge. Hank watched him move, the terrible lighting casting shadows that made him look even stronger. He smiled to himself. That was all his, and nobody could change that. Logan opened the fridge and got the eggs out. He walked over to the counter and set them down. Without turning, he said "sorry if I hurt you there." Hank smiled. It was cute that Logan cared so much.
"No, I'm fine."
"And sorry about Creed skewering ya. I never did apologize."
"Logan, that was not your fault."'
"I still feel bad." He reached up and grabbed a large bowl off the top of the counter.
"Don't. I'm fine, Logan. I'm glad we did what we did."
"I guess. Wanna give me a hand?" Hank got up and walked over to Logan.
"What do you need?"
"Just wanted you closer." He kept his back to Hank. He cracked an egg. Hank leaned his body against Logan's back and wrapped his arms around him.
"This close enough?" He smiled. Logan cracked another egg.
"That'll do." Hank watched as Logan cracked each egg, then whisked them. They took a small break to kiss up against the fridge, then Logan grabbed the frying pan.
"Scrambled ok?"
"We should make omelettes."
"With what?"
"Let's check around and see just what we have." They went over to the fridge and searched through, finding each other's faces once in awhile. They found some cheese, ham and green peppers.
"Are you even wearing underwear under that stupid thing?" Hank looked down at the hospital gown he was wearing.
"No."
"Can I see?" Hank chuckled a bit.
"After were done cooking, we can go back up to your room. Alright?"
"Ok."
"Don't just under cook everything either, I'm starving." Logan chuckled a bit, then turned on the stove. He took the green peppers and chopped them with his claws, then poured the egg mixture into the pan.
"I've missed this."
"Missed what?"
"Spendin' time with ya. I know it was only for a day, but I missed it when you were stuck in the hospital room."
"I missed the fresh air." Logan shot him a look. "It was hard to miss you. You were at my bedside most of the time." Logan stuck his tongue out, then flipped the omelette.
"So, when do ya think you'll be ready to go back ta work?"
"Soon, I hope. I feel useless just sitting there while everyone else is in the danger room."
"I miss havin' ya in there. It's less... blue." He smiled, then flipped the omelette again. "It's almost done. Grab a plate." Hank went over to the cupboard and grabbed the biggest plate he could find. He placed it beside Logan, then headed over to the fridge. He grabbed the bottle of ketchup marked "HANK'S" and set it on the table.
"You are such a ketchup whore!" Logan laughed.
"Just put the omelette on the plate." Logan dumped it on, and covered it in cheese.
"Bon Appetite!" he chuckled as he brought the plate over to Hank. He placed it down and kissed him on the top of the head, then took a seat next to him. Hank poured a mound of ketchup about three times larger than the omelette onto his plate.
"That can't be good for you..." Hank shoved a huge piece of omelette into his mouth, and ketchup dribbled down his chin. "Boy, I sure know how ta pick 'em..." Logan joked.
"Shuu opp" Hank said with a full mouth. Logan smiled big, and wiped the ketchup off Hank's chin with his thumb. He rubbed it onto Hanks gown. "Hey!" Hank yelled behind the omelette.
"See? More reason to lose the dress." Hank swallowed.
"It's not a dress."
"Whatever you say, blue." The dumb nick name still hadn't lost its flare, and it gave Hank butterflies.
"This is really good, Logan" Hank said as he stuffed another ketchup smothered piece into his mouth.
"Really? You can taste it with all that ketchup?" Hank fingered him.
"Good idea, blue." Logan put his hand on Hank's thigh and ran it up towards his crotch slowly. Hank swallowed slowly, then let out a little moan.
"You wanna come upstairs?" Hank looked at the omelette, then he felt Logan's hand resting on his dick through the fabric.
"Yeah, let's go."