Pink Robe Chronicles

Chapter 4

Over Time

Logan opened his eyes slowly the bright light from his window shining in his eyes. He rolled over to check the time and saw Scott's face it was gentle and calm it looked so much younger then when he was awake… he looked his age. Logan kissed Scott gently and lay back down on his back closing his eyes thinking about the night he had just had. Scott had been… in no uncertain terms wonderful… it was weird Logan had never had better sex in his memory and he had had so much of it… Logan smirked gently then felt something on his chest he looked down to see Scott's head resting there still fast asleep.

Scott moaned gently in his sleep a hand gently brushing Logan's side. Small laugh escaped Logan and Scott looked up at him sleepily, "what?"

"You tickled me."

"Oh…" Scott sat up in the bed and looked around him, Logan's room wasn't as messy as he had thought it would be, a boot lay in the corner and papers were scattered across the desk but for the most part it was relatively clean, "I thought your room was a disaster zone…"

"FEMA finally came and fixed it up."

Scott smiled at the room, "it's not how I imagined it… I would have thought you would have left t he walls black… where did you get all these posters?"

"Theater" Logan closed his eyes again and sighed.

"Movie night tonight" Scott murmured.

"I'm looking forward to the popcorn"

"Logan."

"Scott."

"I want a bagel"

Logan smirked and sat up stretching. Scott dressed slowly and then glared at Logan, "Look what happened to my pants."

The classily blue jeans were covered in mud and ripped in several places, Logan grinned and pulled on his pants, "that's what you get for messing with me."

"Shit. I can't where these."

"Dig threw my draws till you find a pair you want to where I'm going to go pick my assignments."

"Grab mine while you're down there will you?" Scott asked grabbing Logan's arm.

"Sure" Logan kissed Scott gently and walked out the door hands in his pockets. Scott found a pair he liked and sighed pulling them on Logan's waist was surprisingly small Scott mused to himself as the jeans fit snuggly on him he gazed about the room and then saw a shelf with books on it he went over to look threw Logan's library, teaching books filled most of the bottom two shelves then books on the complex theory of English and art and then on the forth self Scott found pastel colored books, pinks and oranges mixed to make sunsets with swooning girls and dashing men on the covers of such books as Highland Knight and the Earl of her Dreams. Scott couldn't breathe for laughing.

Logan walked back in the room to see Scott lying on the bed and his romance novels scattered out him as if they were leaves. The cheesy romance novels that Logan loved so much were also scattered and Scott lay on Logan's bed reading them. Logan flushed red at Scott's quirky smirk.

"Logan."

"Scott"

"I never thought you would read romance novels."

"I… well" Logan sat down on the bed and pulled the book from Scott's grip and looked at the cover.

Scott propped himself up on his elbow and smiled at Logan, the golden sun hitting his face and making him look golden and young. Logan blinked at Scott and then smiled.

"I find it mildly enchanting." Scott murmured and stood up pushing hair out of his face, "so my assignments?"

"None… none for any of us… we have the day off… hank was hoping we might play ultimate frisbee today… Enchanting? How am I enchanting?"

"Oh I love ultimate, odd that we have the day off though, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean what do I mean you're the one who said it."

"Did I? I don't remember…" Scott wondered out the door as if in a daze and lightly tramped down the stairs.

Logan shook his head and gazed after the man, Scott was odd. What was on the young man's mind what made him acts so odd?

Scott had always loved ultimate frisbee and he was dam good at it. It was something he prided himself on. So as he ran across the huge lawn to intercept a pass the last thing he expected was too be thinking about how much he didn't want to be there. It was quite possibly this thought that made Scott forget that the game that they were playing was a full-contact-call-your-own-fouls-powers-allowed game. Needless to say he was utterly unprepared when Bobby coated the grass in front of Scott with a tick layer of ice. Scott slipped and fell his feet flying up above his head and landing heavy on his back. The wind was knocked out of him and he lay still for a moment coughing. Hank's blue face appeared over his and smiled warmly, "how are you feeling Scott?"

"A bit ill."

"That's to be expected, do you want to call a foul?"

"No."

"Ok… do you want to rest or get back in the game?"

"I'm going to take a short break."

Hank smiled again and helped Scott to his feet. He held up four fingers and looked at Scott seriously, "how many fingers?" Scott laughed gently and pushed Hank's hand away, "I'm fine." He moved off the field and watched for a moment as the game commenced and Logan looked up from the game of basketball he was playing with Gambit.

"I'll be back in a sec." he moved casually towards Scott and stooped over him, "you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. You?"

"Doing well… look Slim you seem a little bit out of it you ok?"

"I'm fine…. Logan can… come on." Scott stood up and walked inside. Logan looked around shrugged at Gambit and fallowed reluctantly into the mansion. Scott spun around in the darkness of the mansion and grabbed Logan roughly, "what we're doing is right… right?"

Logan blinked and slumped against the wall, "I don't no… you were the one that wanted to do this."

"Oh so that's why you fucked me last night?!" Scott shoved Logan, "cause I wanted it?! A pity fuck?! I don't want you're pity!"

"Scott… that's not what I said…"

"Right."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Nothing is ever wrong with me."

Logan grabbed Scott's arm and kissed him, "look at me and tell me you didn't feel anything. Because if you didn't then fine, go on and sulk but of you did you need to tell me right now what the hell is bothering you."

Scott scowled at Logan and then pulled down the calendar, "see for yourself."

Logan gazed at the date and his face darkened, "Slim… I … I'm sorry."

"I didn't expect anyone else to remember… she's been gone for three years… we should all be over it right?"

"Come here." Logan pulled Scott into a hug and kissed him absentmindedly on the cheek, "come with me to go pick up the movie for tonight."

"Do you want to stop holding me like a small child?"

Logan smirked and pushed Scott away from him and walked to the garage, "I'm taking the bike."

"What?" Scott ran after Logan into the garage.