Slowly dying under the amount of schoolwork ... I don't know how I keep doing this. Thanks to all the reviewers !

NO BETA!

A nice view from time to time couldn't hurt ...

That really surprised him. He wasn't expecting the lighthouse to crumble under the power of the shock wave. If it hadn't been for the water density, he would have broken his wrist for sure … and possibly drowned. Fortunately, Keegan was fast enough to help him out.

Always there when you needed him, Logan thought. They've just finished their mission and boarded the submarine, drenched. Logan stood up with difficulty, panting from the effort of swimming at top speed and narrowly escaping shark attacks. Those were quite terrifying.

Removing his diving material piece by piece and placing them carefully on a bench, Logan swept his soaked hair backwards and turned to take a glance at Keegan. His heart rate picked up involuntarily, the sight being quite … fascinating.

"Is your wrist okay, Logan?" He suddenly asked, halfway turning towards him. His skin glistened in a mystical way, water trailing down the path of his back, emphasizing hard and chiseled muscles but not overly built. Fine drops of liquid traced across his neck down his chest, disappearing into the tissue of his diving pants.

"Logan?" His inquiry brutally broke off his daydreaming.

"Yeah, sure, I'm good." Keegan raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, instead turning around and going on about his business. Logan breathed out a sigh of relief at not being discovered -or called out- on his ogling of his older -yet gorgeous- teammate.

"You should see a doctor anyway. You never know what you might have broken." His voice, for some reason, sounded deeper in his ears. The hair at the back of his neck rose slightly at the tone.

"Really, it's nothing bad that I need to see a doctor. I can still move my wrist." He demonstrated by rotating his hand a few times. It creaked a bit but didn't hurt nearly as much as when he thought it got crushed. His eyes slowly diverted from his boring appendage to the more captivating sight of Keegan's back. Those goddamn muscles …

The muscles twisted and rotated under each of his movements, glistening under the light sheen of water. He straightened up, rolling his shoulders and popping a few bones back into place, then gently rubbing his neck. Logan watched the whole display, feeling like it was done on purpose. Not that he was complaining, his love for muscles -and backs- gaining the upper hand. He couldn't even remember where or when his strange infatuation began.

Logan mechanically dried himself up, while still keeping an eye out on Keegan. At least he tried to be discreet about his sight-seeing, attempting not to blatantly stare at him. He was failing miserably. They're just perfect!
Unbeknownst to Logan, Keegan got a glimpse of his staring and found it greatly amusing, doing everything in his power to enhance his body posture.

"I insist you see one anyway." He tilted his head to the side, letting his wet hair fall into his eyes and over his forehead in an ephemeral way, fixing Logan with piercing, half hooded blue eyes. Logan nearly choked on his own breath, eyes widening in astonishment and cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Keegan approached him and gently grabbed his wrist, applying light pressure on it. He hissed.

"See?" He raised a defined eyebrow and stared at Logan dead in the eyes, his gaze gaining a subtle "come hither" dimension. Logan furiously blushed as Keegan gave him a slow once over, looking interested in every aspect of his body.

"Go see a doctor." He said before leaving gracefully, not bothering to put a shirt on or drying his hair properly. Logan's eyes followed him until he disappeared, heart racing uncontrollably and feeling slightly ashamed of his ogling, but happy anyway.

How was that? Reviews are greatly appreciated !