A/N: so there...i just needed to get that out of my system...enjoy...or whatever it is you do...
Three years earlier.
Logan made the water the hottest it would get. The steam soothed his throat after an attack, he always made a point of taking a long shower after he got back from the hospital.
It was nearly 1:30 AM, the entire place was empty.
Logan submerged himself under the hot flow of the shower, concentrating on the sound the water made as it rushed pasted his ears. It was by far, his favorite sound in the world, until he heard.
"Logan…" Barely a whisper over the water.
Logan never knew the sound of his own name could make his toes curl.
Too stunned to open his eyes and find that it was, perhaps only the water playing tricks on him, he asked through the steam.
"Chase?"
"Yeah?"
Logan's eyes shot open, it was not a dream. Chase had no clothes on, and it was not a dream. He was real, standing there, his body sparkling in the liquid air. Logan sucked in a breath too harshly, irritating his sensitive throat, causing him to cough relentlessly. It echoed sharply in the empty shower room.
Logan grabbed at his bare chest, digging his fingernails in, his knees started to shake under him, but he never met the ground.
A new heat enveloped him, something hotter then the water running down his body. Chase held tightly to Logan as he slid them down to the ground together. Logan's coughs had stopped, but he still could not breath.
Chase's flesh surrounded him; it touched his flesh and sent shivers up his spine. It was a good thing he was already on his knees, or he would have fallen to them.
"Are you alright?"
The question was lost in the heat. Logan could not hear, all he could do was try and remember to breath, all he could feel was Chase's skin touching his.
"I…" Logan could do little but look deeply into the figure that slowly convincing him he was dreaming.
Chase ran his fingers over Logan's forehead, moving his now limp curls out of his eyes.
The dream shifted, everything went horizontal. Lips met under hot water, fingers were weaved through damp curls.
Chase did not resist Logan, he allowed his back to be thrown into the tiled wall behind him, he let his head make contact; he let stars cloud his vision.
Chase slid down deeper and pulled Logan closer, wrapping his fingers around Logan's waist. He bit and pulled at Logan's lips with his teeth. Logan was smaller then him, he fit perfectly in his arms.
Tongue's intertwined.
Chase reached his hand down between them and wrapped it around Logan's erection.
Logan forgot how to breath again as he curled into the touch. Chase's longer slender fingers worked him up and down, hard and eager.
Chase pushed Logan onto his back, and took him into his mouth.
The sky was falling. Moaning deeply Logan curled his toes in and bit down on his fingers. He looked up through his pleasure to watch the waterfall from the showerhead, as though protecting them from the curious eyes of the heavens.
Chase worked Logan's cock in the only way a 15-year-old boy can work another 15 year olds boy's cock. Awkward and with a passion that only a teenager is capable of.
Logan watched Chase, fascinated as his erection appeared and disappeared into his mouth. They were still young; Chase could fit the whole thing in his mouth without discomfort.
He wanted to say so may things, but nothing would come out but keening moans.
Shifting down further, back arched hard; Logan came in Chase's mouth with a strangled moan that mocked reality.
The water was getting cold. Neither took notice. The heat they created together was more then enough.
Chase watched Logan, eyes closed, face flushed, trying to catch his breath, the taste of semen caught in the back of his throat.
"Are you alright?" Chase asked, his voice strained a bit.
Too taken aback, taken to hard, Logan could not function.
"Wh-why did…you- why did you-" A pair of soft lips quieted him.
Chase ran his fingers though Logan's hair, sucking the last of the air out of Logan's lungs before he parted. Logan's eyes were wide open with astonishment. This was better then any dream he had ever had.
Chase smiled as he pulled Logan to his feet and turned the water off behind them.
Logan stood shakily against Chase, who had his arm wrapped around his waist to steady him.
"Can you breath?"
Logan looked up at Chase, surrounded by steam and dream scope. He looked at the boy who he had his arms around, the boy that undoubtedly tasted like him, and smiled shyly.
"Teach me to breath."
short...but sex...so...worth it. if you care, review, i can run with this story for a while if people are reading it...if not...no point...