Since He Been Gone

Scott could clearly remember the first time he touched Logan. It was in Canada, and he had frostbite in his hands from the weather. He had been thinking one thing: 'Let's get this over with.' After blasting that big furry guy (Sabretooth) into some trees and slicing through Marie's (Rogue's) seatbelt, he had let Ororo take care of the girl and moved on to the hood. He had noticed someone splayed out there. But he hadn't seen who it was. Ororo shouted something about a fire and without thinking Scott's hands found the man's arms and pulled. The two X-men barely got away from the trailer (not that Logan would have cared) and they threw their rescues to the ground as the entire truck exploded in a terrible fury. Scott didn't notice the man's face until then. The rugged features pulled him in like a magnet. The chocolate brown hair seemed to beg to be touched, but Scott held back. The eyes fluttered open and then shut, with a beautiful feral look. Scott also noticed, as he pulled the man back to the jet, that the frostbite in his hands was gone. In fact, his whole body might have been a bit too warm.

The whole way back the girl was checking on the man, who he learned was named Logan (Logan). He tried not to let anyone notice that he was checking on the man too, who was still unconscious. They were both transferred to the med bay as soon as they got back to the mansion. Marie was released early and sent to a dorm. Scott wanted to wait for Logan but Jean shooed him out with a knowing smile. He and Jean had been best friends for a long time. Even without her telepathic powers, she could tell that something was up. Figuratively and literally. Scott tried to move on with his day, but his mind kept going back to the man lying in that bed with the feral eyes.

As Scott was preparing for bed, clad in nothing but his boxers, the man appeared at his door. Not in his door, actually, but right in his room. The lights reflected the predatory gleam in his eyes. Scott turned around and yelped, too scared (embarrassed) to cover up his erection. The man smirked.

"I'm Logan." He said, in that deep voice like water tumbling over rocks. "Jeannie says you saved me." Scott could only nod. Logan grunted, took one long gaze over Scott's body, and smirked. "Thanks."

"No problem." Mumbled Scott, now noticing that his bedroom door was wide open. Shit.

"You're Scott, right?" Scott nodded. Logan's smirk widened. "We should work out sometime. Go out for a drink after. Like friends or something, eh?" Scott stood there, nodding like a ninny. Logan smiled and shut the door. "Night Slim." Scott's normal stonic look returned, but he couldn't help but flush a deep crimson (much like his eye beams).