Scott, I'll love you forever.

Chapter 6

Snow Games

Scott's breath was heavy as he ran from Logan threw the fresh snow. There was something completely terrifying and wonderfully freeing about the simple game. The snow was deep and Scott found it difficult to stay upright while yanking his feet out of the deep snow. Logan was closing in and with a final lunge he caught Scott sending them both tumbling into a snow bank. Scott lay pinned underneath Logan their hot breath making little billows as they lay catching their breath. Scott gazed at Logan's chiseled lips, they were angular and masculine; they were parted slightly revealing the ivory teeth behind them. Scott realized that he found Logan very attractive, more attractive than any man Scott had ever seen. Scott stretched his neck and brought his face close to Logan's. Logan gazed at Scott's flushed cheeks, he heard the change in the boy's breathing; he felt the warmth of Scott's lips close to his own and had a powerful impulse to kiss him. Who would know but Scott and himself? They were alone in the snow he could steal a kiss; a single kiss wouldn't hurt any one. A wave of disgust washed over Logan, yes it would. Logan pushed himself up and stood offering Scott a hand up. Scott allowed himself to be hauled out of the snow.

"What do you want to for lunch?" Scott asked not wanting to let go of Logan's hand. Their hands lingered clasped together but then Logan pulled his away and shoved it deep into his pocket. He shrugged and started back to the house, "whatever you want to make."

Logan sat moodily next to the oven as Scott made lunch. Logan watched the way Scott walked it was a smooth gliding walk that made Logan ache. Scott finally sat down next to Logan setting a plate in his lap and nibbling on a slice of bread.

Logan looked at Scott and shouldered him; Scott laughed and offered Logan a piece of the bread.

"Why is the bread all fucked up?"

"It's hand made-?"

Logan looked at his counter and saw the bread maker, "You didn't seriously get up this morning and bake some bread."

Scott grinned sheepishly and took a slice of apple off of Logan's plate and chewed on it for a moment, "You know I could get used to living like this. It's sort of liberating to live out here; you could do absolutely anything and know one would know."

Logan nodded silently and looked out his window, "A man could die out here and the world would keep turning like nothing ever happened." Scott studied Logan's face and saw the seriousness in his words, "Have you ever killed a man?"

Logan shrugged and smirked, "Maybe."

The sun was beginning to set over the trees and Logan lay on his bed draped over Scott's supple legs a growl of frustration ready in the back of this throat.

"Are you having trouble with the gym leader?" Scott asked setting his book down gently on Logan's back.

"Yeah." Logan murmured pressing A and sighing as another of his Pokemon fainted, he turned his head to look at Scott and smiled tracing the fine contour of Scott's body with his eyes, until something caught his eye. A shiny pink scar peeking out from behind the collar of his undershirt Logan sat up and nodded toward it, "you've got a scar?"

Scott looked down at his collar bone and nodded pulling his shirt off, "I've got loads, they come a dine a dozen when you're a child prostitute." Scott had a rueful look in his eye as Logan gazed at the scars making crisscrossed patterns across Scott's chest. He hadn't noticed this before, not last night, not the first day they had set out, not ever. Anger boiled in his chest. Who would do this to Scott? Scott: the single most beautiful thing ever put on this earth, who would cut him? Who would want to harm his lily white skin with a knife? Scott watched Logan's face grow stormy, "what's wrong?"

"It's sick." Logan growled putting his back against the wall like Scott and glaring at his closet, "It's fucking sick."

Scott smiled and pulled his shirt back on, "what like you don't have any scars?" Logan shook his head and popped his neck, "not a one."

Scott knitted his brow, "Really?"

Logan nodded and Scott turned to face him tugging at the top button of Logan's flannel shirt. Logan submitted to Scott's will and allowed the younger man to open his shirt and push it off his broad shoulders. Scott lifted Logan's undershirt, letting his hands search across Logan's wide chest for any puckered skin to give away a scar. Logan breathed out slowly he looked up at the ceiling trying to think of anything but Scott's soft long fingers searching his chest.

Scott licked his lips and let the undershirt fall down across Logan's chest again and leaned close to Logan to pull the flannel shirt back over Logan's shoulders and kissed Logan's collar bone gently, the feather light kiss drew what Scott wanted from the older man, a deep intake of breath. Logan pushed Scott back gently and slid off the bed pulling his shirt around him and buttoning it.

"What's wrong Logan?"

"This is."

Scott's heart sang he sat back against the wall and pulled his legs up to his chest, Logan's shoulders sagged and he turned back to Scott shoving his hands deep into his pockets again, "It isn't you Scott, it's – well- look I'm the teacher and you're the student, it would go against everything the Professor ever stood for."

Scott entwined his toes and looked at them fixedly. Logan sighed and leaned against the wall, "The Professor took me in when I had no place else to go. He treated me like family, like more than family; I'm not going to betray him."

Scott looked at Logan sullenly, "It's ironic really, all my life I've been with men I didn't want and now the man I do want refuses to be with me on moral grounds."

Logan looked out the window again, "I'll sleep in the living room again tonight."

"We haven't found the leek yet." Scott blurted out grasping at some reason for Logan to stay next to him.

"I can't trust myself." Logan murmured and picked up several blankets. Scott jumped up and grabbed Logan's hand pushing him quickly against the wall he had been leaning on and kissed Logan. Logan was stiff and unyielding but Scott ran his hand down Logan's jaw and wrapped his arms around Logan's neck. Logan melted; he enveloped Scott in his arms and kissed the young man passionately. Scott felt his legs grow weak, and his pulse begin to rush.

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Sorry this chapter is a bit short but I had to get this weeks post out of the way, the reason being that I'm near completion of my first novel. (It's romance naturally.) It's going to editing soon and I'm freaking out. Also thanks to the people that helped me with my block. ^^ Hopefully the editing of my novel won't get in the way too much with my posting.