Hank stood from his bed and walked to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, and then down at his pants. Sure enough there was a huge cum stain, and his penis was still coming down from its excitement. Logan was his best friend. How could he think such things of him? But if it was so bad, then why did it feel so good? He stripped of his pants and turned on the shower. The steam began to fill the small room quickly, and he could no longer see himself in the mirror for the steam. This was how he liked it. He stepped into the hot water, first not feeling it, until it made its way through his fur to his skin. It burned, but it helped him wake up faster, especially if he had a training session right away. He would need to be fully alert for the vigorous exercise, and for seeing Logan in that leather suit. He could feel his erection beginning to return, but there wasn't much he could do about that. Logan was indeed attractive, but there was something else about him. He almost seemed to, well... care about Hank. He was nice, and caring, and always had some new fun thing to try, or a fun place to go to. The thought of Logan gave him an erection, but actually being with him gave him butterflies in his stomach and his way with words left him completely, leaving him with short sentences and illogical answers to questions. He hadn't told anyone of this before but Rogue. Anna had become his best female friend over the years, and he trusted her with everything. She knew all of his secrets, and that he was gay, and about his complications with Logan. He couldn't really explain it, but she had a word for it. "Sugah, you're in love with Logan." The sentence rang out in his head like some magnificent heavenly voice. Of course he would have sex with Logan, but the idea of a nice picnic was almost more ideal. The lustful thoughts were definitely outweighed by the romantic thoughts. He closed his eyes and let the water pour over his face. It felt nice now that he was used to the heat. He heard a knock at the door, but chose to ignore it. He had his thoughts on Logan. In his mind, he knew that Logan was straight, and would never understand his feelings. The next knock was louder. "Yes?" Hank called over the sound of the water.
"Were waitin' blue boy" Logan called from the hallway. Hank felt his heart drop to his feet, and his mouth went dry.
"One second!" he called. He had none of his clothes in the bathroom with him, and the towel he had brought with him was much too small to really cover anything. He turned the water off and reached for the towel. He held it to himself, but it didn't cover his ass whatsoever.
"Logan?"
"What?"
"Could you, um... Look away while I run to my room?"
"Forgot your towel?"
"Yes..." Hank felt stupid. He knew that Logan was going to wait for him to finish, so he had to go fast. He unlocked the bathroom door and peered out into the hall way. It was empty other than Logan, who was turned away. His leather suit hugged his muscular back and ass so well, and you could practically see everything. The butterflies in his stomach were beginning to hurt, and his erection was returning. This was going to be a long day.

Hank reached his room and dropped the towel. His damp fur felt heavy, and his nervousness was making it worse. He walked to his closet and opened it. There were about twenty business suits of different shades of blue, and two leather uniforms. He grabbed the closest one. The shirt went on fine, but the pants were having trouble fitting. His erection, although less than half way up, was in the way.

"Hurry up!" Logan called from the hall. Why couldn't the professor had sent someone a little less beautiful?
"I'm almost done."
"Need help?"
"NO!" Hank yelled.
"Sorry." Logan said, slightly taken aback. Finally, Hank got the pants closed. He walked to the door and opened it. Logan was standing very close to him when he opened it, and it startled him a bit.
"WHAT!" he screamed.
"SORRY!" Logan responded. "What? Did I scare you or something?"
"A bit." Hank looked into Logan's smouldering eyes. He almost melted. "Let's go" he said quietly, then he began to walk to the stairs.
"Hank, are you feeling ok?"
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"
"I dunno, you just, you've been actin' funny lately."
"How so?" Busted.
"You're all awkward, and you talk really fast, faster than usual I mean, you talk pretty fast anyways. Not that that's a problem." Hank was glad he was covered in blue, because he was sure he was blushing.
"I'm all good." He looked at Logan. The early morning light coming in from the windows was making him almost glow. His chiselled jaw line and deep brown eyes made him look so masculine and wise. His slight smile was so alluring, and his lips were so perfect. Slightly chapped, but that gave them the appearance of experience. His black hair styled with such precision. Everything about Logan was so perfect, like he was a gift from God.
"Hank?" Even his voice was beautiful.
"Yes?"
"Why are you staring at me?" Hank stopped in his tracks. Was he really staring so openly? He was acting like a little school boy.

"I wasn't, I was looking passed you, just thinking." It hurt him to lie to Logan, but he couldn't just tell him. That would make Logan too awkward. He couldn't put what he had with Logan on the line for something as ridiculous as being in love. Hank had always thought of love as a game for teenagers, but Hank was 43, not much of a teenager at all.
"Good, you were freakin' me out." To hear Logan say that was like a dagger in him. The butterflies stopped for a second and his stomach did some sort of back flip. This was a reality check. Logan was straight. And even if he was gay, why would he fall in love with a beast?

They reached the door to the Danger room. Hank looked down at his feet feeling sorry for himself. He felt something tap him. He looked up to see Logan looking at him intently.
"You ok?"
"Yes. I'm fine."
"Wanna skip outa this session today?"
"We couldn't."
"Sure we could. You obviously feel much too crappy to fight anything. You'd get your ass kicked."
"But the professor."
"Is he really one to argue with Wolverine and the Beast? It'll be fine. You need to let loose anyways." Logan had a sort of longing on his face, but Hank was sure it was just imagination. No matter how much he wanted it to be a date, it wasn't. It was just two friends skipping work together. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself with the man he loved though.
"I suppose."
"Great!" Logan began to walk away towards the garage.
"Where would we go?"
"Anywhere. It'll be an adventure." Hank couldn't argue with that. He looked back at the door, then at Logan, who was still walking away. He watched as Logan's body moved, like he was gliding.
"Wait up!" Hank called as he ran over to Logan.
"This is gunna be a good day." Logan smiled and looked at Hank. Hank smiled back, the butterflies going crazy inside him. They got to the garage, not talking the whole way.

Logan opened the huge door and walked over to his motorcycle.
"What about your jeep?
"Motorcycles are way more fun!" Logan chuckled. "Put this on." He tossed a Helmet over to Hank. He caught it and put it on. Logan mounted the bike and turned the key. A deep rumble filled the room.
"Get on."
"But there is only one seat..." Logan pated his hand on the space that stuck out behind him.
"That's why the seat is so long." He smiled at Hank. This felt so romantic, but he knew it wasn't. The butterflies were going crazy, and his heart was pumping so fast it was beginning to worry him. He walked over and sat behind Logan.
"Are there seatbelts?"
"Give me your hands." Hank didn't quite understand, but he put his hands up to where Logan was sitting. Without looking back, Logan grabbed his hands and wrapped them around his body. "Say hello to your seatbelt. Lean more into me." This was unreal. Hank leaned forward until his body was against Logan's, as though they were spooning. Hank was glowing with joy. "Like that. Now, hold on tightly." The bike began to rumble and it lurched forward. They sped out of the garage toward the road. Hank was laughing all the way.