Here is a bit of Scott/Logan. Slash (gasp!?). No own. REVIEW.
Scott Summers stood by his window, starring absently into the starry night, the light breeze brushing his bare chest and slightly ruffling his hair. He sighed as he gazed upon the moon, and the peaceful painting of the late hour.
"What's wrong, baby?" A husky voice asked, concerned, as two strong arms wrapped around Scott, kissing his neck gently once, then lying their head upon his shoulder.
Scott replied quietly, to his boyfriend, "Nothing, Logan." Scott found having a nice pair of warm arms to fall back on very comforting, especially since he'd lost Jean. He had to admit, Logan was not the first person Scott would have predicted to jump in line to be with him, but Logan was a very hard man to turn down.
Logan scoffed, "You look like something's bothering you. You can tell me."
Scott turned; bring Logan closer, "I'm just kind of tired of this place." Logan kissed him and placed his hands steadily on Scott's hips.
"So let's go," Logan smiled, "Hop on your bike and scat."
"You seem like you've finally found your home here. I'd hate to just take it away from you, because I want to leave," Scott explained.
"You are my home," Logan murmured, "Anywhere you are, that's where I'll be."
"Why are you always so charming?" Scott rolled his eyes, "I can't compete with such high standards."
"Hey, buddy," Logan grinned, "You don't have to compete with me. You are amazing, and adorable. And you're mine, which is my favorite part."
"Mine too," Scott hugged Logan tight. Scott was also surprised at how sincere and sweet Logan was, once you got past the loner, tough-guy attitude he always wore.
Logan whispered into Scott's ear, "We'll leave tomorrow. Go wherever you want."
"Hawaii," Scott decided.
"Why is that?" Logan asked, curiously.
"Gay marriage," Scott said hopefully. Logan just chuckled and kissed him again.