This went on for the next few days. Hank would go to the infirmary, get yelled at a little by Jean, Logan would walk in JUST as Jean was finished verbally abusing him, then JUST as Logan would leave, Creed would poke fun at him, that is until Hank punched him in the face, or the balls, or wherever else was closest and would yield the most pain. Hank wouldn't dare tell anyone, especially Logan. If it got out that Creed was conscious, a riot could break out, and Hank didn't want to be the cause of it. Anyways, other than being a douche every day, Creed was being harmless. No need to disturb anything.
On the sixth day, it played out normally for the first part
"Hank, I really don't think Logan is right for you..." Jean started. A little fighting commenced, and Jean left slightly upset.
"Hey blue!" Logan chimed in just as Jean ran by him. "What`s her problem?"
"Not sure..." he lied. It had been forever since they had actually had sex, or ate together, or did anything romantic for that matter. Logan had even slept in his own room that night, leaving Hank alone. The misery was really beginning to set in. Logan patted hank on the back, kissed him on the cheek and left. Hank looked at Creed, who was just lifting himself from the bed. He couldn't even bother. He fingered the bed ridden man, and turned to leave.
"Won' even flatter me with a little talk?" Creed taunted.
"You are ridiculous. I wish you had died that night."
"I could say the same about you..." Hank cracked his knuckles and continued to walk to the door. Was this really worth making him so upset? Logan's fears had come true, about people treating them badly, and he didn't even see it... Like he was completely oblivious.
"So... Its Hank, isn't it?" Creed asked.
"Yes, but I'm not going to talk to you either way."
"S'fine. I wanna do most a' the talkin' anyways."
"Good bye, Victor..." Hank closed the door behind him, and walked away.
Ororo was sitting on the porch, watching as some of the younger children were playing. She smiled at them, and waved. Hank walked up behind her.
"Hi Ororo." She turned quickly around, and smiled at him.
"Well hello, Hank. I haven't seen you in awhile. How have you been?"
"Alright I suppose. Can I ask you something?"
"Anything. Ask away, my friend!"
"Do you have a problem with me and Logan?" Her smile faded a little bit.
"Hank, of course not. Why would you ask me such a question?"
"It's just..." Hank thought very carefully about his next words. "Everyone else seems to have a problem with it." Ororo patted the seat next to her, and Hank sat.
"Hank" she began, "people can be ignorant. It's a fact of life." Hank looked down to his lap, and sighed.
"I know..."
"Anyone who is uncomfortable with your new discovery was not a good friend in the first place, I can assure you" Ororo smiled at her friend, and patted his shoulder. "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters." Hank smiled a weak smile, and stood up.
"I'm going to go find Logan." Ororo stood, and hugged him.
"Don't question yourself, Hank." He nodded, and left.
Logan was sitting alone in the courtyard, watching Scott and Remy play basketball. He had a cigar sticking out of his mouth, and a beer in his left hand. He looked angry, but that was just his default look. Hank creeped up slowly behind them. Scott stopped the game for a split second and called out to Logan.
"Enjoying the view, runt?" Scott snickered, and threw the ball to Remy. Remy caught it, but threw it on the ground. He obviously didn't appreciate the joke.
"You know it, slim" Logan called back, clearly oblivious to the insult. Scott spat on the field, and walked off behind Remy. Logan took a swig of his beer, and sighed. Hank sat next to him.
"Oh, hey Blue!" Logan said. He hugged Hank, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Logan, I feel better today. Would you like to do something?" For some reason, Hank had trouble saying that. Logan grinned, and leaned in.
"What'dya have in mind?" he asked, surveying Hank up and down. Hank didn't notice.
"I don't know, wanna go for a walk, or to a movie or something?" Logan leaned in, and kissed Hank on the neck aggressively.
"Wanna go up to my room first, if yer feelin' better?" Logan smiled a seductive smile. Hank opened his mouth to respond, but Creed's voice filled his head. Then Scott's and Jean's. He stopped, and pushed himself back.
"Logan, I-"
"Oh, cummon Blue, it's been almost three weeks." Hank pushed back more.
"I just want to... get away, you know?" He smiled a weak smile at Logan. Logan looked down at his lap for a moment, then took another swig of his beer.
"Whadja mean..?" His face looked puzzled. It was clear he had his heart set on a good fucking session, but Hank couldn't be bothered. They sat for a moment pondering things to do. It had been so long, the connection had begun to die out. Hank had noticed it, but Logan didn't seem to. He was good at being completely oblivious, but that was one of the things Hank loved so much about him. The fact that he never really saw the bad side of anything. Sure, he could see evil, but there always seemed to be some sort of silver lining in his mind.
"Wanna go camping?" Logan suggested. Hank thought for a moment. It was Friday evening, they wouldn't really have to be anywhere until Monday, and besides, Hank wanted to be ANYWHERE but here...
"I'd love to." Hank responded. Honestly it sounded like it could be fun. Logan smiled, and stood up.
"We should prob'ly go pack up then. Hey?"
"Wonderful!"
Hank folded a large white shirt and threw it in his duffel bag. An entire weekend out with Logan. This will be the first time since the day at the theme park that they had spent any alone time together. He adjusted his glasses on his thick nose, and looked down at the now full bag. Various bulges stuck from its sides, and the obvious edge of his Shakespeare collection pushed its way out through the top of the clothes. Light reading, he had told himself. He dropped the last few things, a toothbrush, glasses case, condoms, all into the bag, and pushed the sides together, and attempted to close the bulging bag with his enormous feet. The zipper made it about half way across before ripping. A deep sigh escaped him as he stared down at the broken bag. He couldn't be bothered to fix it. He grabbed the handles, and simply walked slowly out of the room.
On his way down the hall he walked past the infirmary. He looked inside, and saw Creed wink at him. Hank gave him the finger, and walked past, trying to ignore him.
Logan stood in the garage pilling sleeping bags and tenting equipment into his orange jeep. Hank walked slowly up behind him, and dropped his bag down next to Logan's pile. The room was large, and it smelled strongly of gasoline. It burned Hank's nose a little, but he tried to ignore it as best he could.
"Are we going to head out soon?" Hank asked.
"Yup."
"Shouldn't we let someone know we're going?"
"Nope."
"Can I get a longer answer?" Hank asked, growing a little irritated.
"Trust me, when we get there, I won't be able ta shut up. Enjoy the silence." Logan continued lifting the various bags and boxes into the back of the little jeep. Hank watched him, trying to tell himself everything was going to be alright. It was going to be just the two of them. Alone. Just like the Theme Park. It was going to be amazing. Logan lifted Hank's duffel bag into the jeep, and it fell over, all of its contents spilling out onto the floor of the jeep. A single condom fell out onto the ground of the garage. Logan looked down at it, and smirked.
"We won't be needin' that." He said almost monotone. "I prefer bareback." A grin grew across his face. Hank smiled back, feeling better. Logan closed the back of the jeep, and walked up to Hank. He began to unbutton his shirt, moving closer to Hank. Hank leaned back against the side of the jeep, watching the shorter man slowly remove his shirt. Oh god, it had been forever. Logan pushed Hank against the jeep harder, and leaned in. His breath smelled smoky, but it was wonderful. Just as their lips met, a small noise could be heard. A faint, little squeal, to most it would have been ignored, but to Logan, it might has well have been a blood curdling scream. He stopped, and turned around.
"Get the FUCK OUT!" He suddenly screamed. Hank jumped at the rage in Logan's voice. Then suddenly, from behind Scott's car, three of the younger students popped their heads out and began to giggle before running out of the garage.
"Logan, I'm-"
"Just get in the car..."
"We can go back and-"
"Get in the FUCKING car, Hank..." Logan breathed heavily for a second. Hank walked around the side of the jeep slowly, and hopped in the passenger side. He knew Logan wasn't mad at him, but rather at the world. He decided it was best to give the angry little man some space. He watched as Logan leaned over, picked up his shirt, and put it on. Then he joined Hank in the jeep. They remained silent for a second, both staring forward. It was growing increasingly awkward for Hank, not knowing what Logan wanted to say. After a moment or so, Logan turned to Hank, and put his hand out. Hank put his hand in Logan's, and Logan squeezed tightly, breathing a little.
"Kids are pricks, Hank..."
"I know, Logan." Logan rested his head on Hank's chest for a second, still holding his hand, before starting the jeep. They slowly drove out of the garage, and down the driveway, holding hands.
"Hey Hank..?"
"Yes?"
"I need ta calm down a little."
"I agree."
"Think ya could give me road head..?"
