Time: Set after X2, disregarding X3 altogether.

Pairing: Scott/Logan, past Scott/Jean

Warning: Slashfic

Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but I'm allowed to play with them as long as I wash them before I give them back. ;)

XxXxXxXxX

Logan growled as he walked out of the garage to the kitchen from the adjoining door. Scott had been in there. Now, most people would think that Logan didn't want to be in there for obvious reasons, such as: 1: Logan thought Scott was a dick. 2: Scott reminded him too much of Jean. 3: Logan worked on his bike alone. End of discussion.

Now, let's explore those 'obvious reasons.' 1: Logan didn't think Scott was a dick. At least, not anymore. Annoying? Sure. But not an outright prick, like he used to think. 2: Logan was done grieving over Jean. Yes, he had loved her. But he hadn't known her long enough, or intimately enough, for his soul to be crushed. At least, not for too long. 3: This one hadn't been true for a while. Logan would often find Marie tailing him to the garage, to do her own mechanics work right alongside him. She was good conversation at those times, he liked working around her.

So, no, he wasn't putting the fact that he didn't want to be in the garage on any of those reasons.

The thing was, Logan was attracted to Scott. Scott fucking Summers, he thought. I have an itch under my skin for Scott fucking Summers. Faaan-tastic.

Whenever possible, Logan had avoided Cyclops at all costs. Logan wasn't bothered by the fact that he was attracted to a man. No, you didn't get to be as old as he was without an open goddamn mind, that's for sure.

What bothered logan was that he was attracted to Scott Fucking Summers, of all the males in the city.

As logan prowled around the mansion, he caught a few lines of a song playing from one of the kid's rooms.

Scotty doesn't know!

Scotty won't know!

Scotty doesn't know!

Scotty's gotta know!

Gotta tell Scotty!

Logan smirked. He'd heard the song before, and if you listened to all the lyrics, it was actually pretty dirty. And if he'd ever been able to woo Jean into his bed before she had sacrificed herself, then the whole song would apply to him, Jean and Scott. But those five lines taken out of context made him growl.

There is no way in hell I am telling Scooter that I wanna pound him into my mattress... Or anything else I want from him. I'm the goddamn Wolverine, I don't need anyone for anything, and I sure as hell am NOT telling him that I lo... That I WHAT! I don't love the damn guy! Hell no!

Logan slammed his bedroom door open in frustration.

Aw, fuck! I love him!

And that goddamn song line played in his head over and over, "Scotty's gotta know!"

I gotta go tell Scotty.