It was a warm summer night, sometime between 10:30 and eleven. For the most part, the mansion was quiet, with all the lights out. In one room however, lights still burned.
Hanging upside down from the ceiling fan in the den, was Nightcrawler (Kurt). His eyes were lightly closed, and he looked peaceful. Below him, in the room proper, Wolverine (Logan) was staring out of the window, lost in thought.
Silently, Kurt dropped from the ceiling fan to the floor. He walked up behind Logan, placing one arm lightly around his lover's waist. Logan turned his gaze from the window to the younger man at his side, and draped an arm around his shoulders, and kissing him lightly on the top of the head.
They stood there for a while, just enjoying their closeness. It had been a long, hard day. Between danger room training, an attack on the mansion and Scott going spaz at them for being 'publically indecent' as he put it, they were both sick and tired to the day. But now it was night, and everyone else was asleep. All was quiet, pure, blissful, peaceful quiet.
Logan squeezed Kurt's shoulders, and the younger mutant winced, both visibly and audibly.
"Sorry." Logan said softly, gently rubbing Kurt's neck. The other mutant always ended up with a sore neck and shoulders after a bad day. In truth, Logan didn't really mind giving his lover a massage to stop him hurting. It was a way they connected like no other. It wasn't a sexual thing; it was more…spiritual, than anything else.
Kurt sighed softly, and smiled. He was tired, sore and damned sick of it all, or at least he would have been if it wasn't for one thing. He had Logan, his Wolverine, and that was all he needed.
As if he had read his thoughts, Logan said, "Where'd you be without me, huh?"
"Nowhere good." Kurt smiled. He leaned back and rested his head on Logan's chest, closing his eyes again. Logan but both his arms around Kurt's waist and held him gently, sensing that his lover just needed to be near him right then.
Kurt tiled his head up and across a little bit and kissed Logan gently. Logan responded with a kiss of his own, pulling Kurt around to face him.
They kissed again, Kurt's arms wrapping around Logan's neck and his long tail snaking behind his lover, pulling him closer.
"Logan! Kurt!" A voice called harshly into the den. "I have had enough of your 'antics', and the fact that you feel it necessary to place them in public view!"
Logan and Kurt turned, still in each other's arms, to see a very red-faced Scott glaring at them from the hallway. Logan growled softly, an animalistic sound deep in his throat. Kurt tensed, ready to fight or flee.
Then, Logan chuckled. "If you're so bothered by it," he said, grinning, "then stop walkin' in on us. You've done it a few times, now, an' I say, once is an accident, twice is plain careless, and three times is askin' to join in. you've walked in on us about six times now, so where does that leave us all?"
Scott had gone white, then red, and now his face was a shade approaching purple. He turned and fled.
Kurt and Logan grinned at each other like naughty kids.
"He is right, you know." Kurt pointed out. "We probably should confine ourselves a bit."
"You're right." Logan said wryly, "your room or mine?"
"Mine." Kurt decided.
On moments they were gone, Kurt having teleported both himself and Logan up to his room for a bit more fun.