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Warnings: Okay, if you've got this far, I shouldn't really be having to tell you this but here goes – this is a guy/guy story with tons and tons of fluff.
Disclaimer: Said it before, I'll say it again – Not mine.
"You're taking up the whole sofa," Jubilee whined at me. The TV buzzed in the background, showing a recycled episode of Friends, which always made Scott chuckle. He'd be here in a minute, he usually came down here and chilled out in front of the telly with me after a Monday's teaching.
"I know," I said, taking another swig of beer. Jean frowned on me, but hey. "I'm saving the seat."
Jubilee looked up from the floor where she was sat, looking murderous, "Maybe we should all try dating you," She mumbled sarcastically, "There would always be a seat waiting for us."
I was about to retort when Scott walked into the room, and all other thoughts were promptly put to a comfortable halt. God, he looked sexy. He wasn't even trying and he looked great. I had to ask myself once more; How did I get so lucky?
He had changed into jeans and a shirt and as soon as he saw me, grinned. I moved my legs off the sofa so he could sit next to me and handed him a cold beer.
"Thanks," He beamed at me, leaning slightly closer.
I just smiled at him, unable to do much else. It had been a long day.
I leaned slightly closer, "No problem." I stayed pretty close, but not overly so. There were after all like thirty kids watching.
"Oh god," Jubilee groaned, "I think I'm going to be sick. Too much love."
Scott was about to deny all connotations of love, when he realised there really was no point, after what they'd all seen us doing last night. "Just... watch the telly." He ended.
"How was your day?" I asked him, lowering my voice so even Jubilee strained her ears.
"Fine, fine. Got a bunch of marking to do tonight though," Scott moaned, taking another sip of beer. "You?"
I opened my mouth to answer but Rogue interrupted us, sitting on the arm of the sofa. "Hey you two," She beamed at us; me spread out, arm over the back of the sofa by Scott. "Can I have a beer?"
"Are you 18?" Scott asked sarcastically, but not unkindly.
"I will be in two months," She answered enthusiastically. Bobby sidled up to us, standing behind her.
"Hey," He grinned at her, then looked and Scott and I, "And hello, you two lovebirds."
I felt Scott slide away from me slightly on the sofa. I glared and involuntarily growled at Bobby; he'd interrupted a lovely moment with Scott, then made him move away from me.
"What do you want?" I said dangerously.
"Now you've done it," Rogue giggled.
"I-I was just joking!"
"Well I'm not laughing," I growled.
"Logan, leave it," Scott muttered. I still found it amazing how just the sound of Scott's voice could calm me down, just like one of those long spa massages (not that I'd ever been to one of them, uh, yeah). Anyway, it calmed me down. I took another gulp of beer to hide that fact, knowing Rogue was on the lookout for anything vaguely romantic this evening, coming from me.
"I'm going out for a smoke," I mumbled, standing up gruffly. Normally I'd just light up in here, but unlike my lungs, Scott's and the kid's were still able to form cancer cells and shit like that.
"Aw don't leave poor Scott here!" Rogue cried out in mock despair, "He'll have to fend for himself and you know as soon as you're gone all the girls will just be asking non stop about last night..."
"Rogue, that's enough," I heard Scott say calmly, trying to defuse the situation before it drew too many people's attention.
"I'll be back in a minute," I sent an open smile to Scott, ignoring Rogue completely and wondering out to the front door. The cold night air hit me, fresh and cool. I pulled out a cigar, lighting it and taking a drag slowly; it had been a long day.
Firstly, I hardly got to see Scott – we usually met up for lunch in the canteen but he'd had to do some last minute handouts or something and I had to finish an especially dangerous class in the simulation room. So Scott deprivation was not a good thing, not at all.
Secondly... well, there was no secondly, but not seeing Scott counted for four bad things. At least.
I leant against the cold stone wall to the left of the door, taking in the dense forest surrounding the school. Just then, the door swung open.
"Scott-" I grinned, turning round to see him, but no. Shit. It was Jean, and she probably wanted to talk. "Oh, hi."
"Don't sound so disappointed, Scott's just inside waiting for you to come back in," She mumbled, slightly put out.
I felt a slight tinge of guilt. I waited for her to say something, but silence took over. I busied myself with my cigar, wondering how long I'd have to stand out here waiting before I could go back inside,
This was so messed up, I missed him already, and I'd only been away five minutes.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night," Jean looked at me, blushing slightly.
Oh great. I preferred the silence. Last night had been the night of the drill, when she'd... "Oh yeah," I raised an eyebrow, "Sorry for um, swearing and yelling at you," I mumbled gruffly.
"It's fine," She said, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of Scott and the kids, that's all."
"I was not embarrassed!" I grumbled. Well, mortified was closer to the truth, but she wasn't going to bloody find that out, "I don't get embarrassed."
"Well, I'm sorry for yelling at you then."
I paused. I didn't really mind getting yelled at, seeing as I did the exact same thing (well, mine was a little ruder maybe than hers but hey) what I did mind, however, was her yelling at my already flustered Scott, and not just yelling, no – she yelled at him in front of the kids. He was probably feeling a little emasculated already, being bottom and all that (which he didn't mind by the way, hell, from the noises he makes, I'd say he doesn't mind at all) and then for the kids (even if they were just Rogue and Bobby) to see him get shouted at by Jean -
"I'm sorry for being mean to Scott as well," She said, as if picking the thought out of my head. Wow, Jean was really intuitive some of the time, almost like she was psychic.
Hey, wait a sec, she was fucking psychic!
"Okay, and sorry for going in your head just now," She tried to laugh, pushing her red hair behind her ear, "It's not that I mean to – it's kind of hard to explain – people's thoughts are so loud, and the really open minded, passionate people, their thoughts are more on display than others, and yours kind of just jump out at me."
This wasn't making me feel any better. Note to self: remember not to think around Jean. Ever.
"Anyway," She carried on, "You were right. The whole thing last night was my fault, and there's a lot of backtalk as a result of it. I just wanted to patch things up."
"It's patched," I absentmindedly stubbed out my cigar on my palm, wondering for a minute why Jean winced. Oh yeah, I forgot some people weren't used to that. It was just second nature to me.
She smiled at me as we descended into a fairly comfortable silence. I'd always been a bit on edge about being around Jean, seeing as she was Scott's most significant ex and what do you know, I guess I think of her as kind of a threat.
Huh. I stamped out my cigar stub as I pondered this revealation, then realised Jean was holding the door open for me. "Uh, thanks."
I walked into the living room again, after smiling goodbye to Jean who had departed up the stairs.
And there he was. He was in the same place on the sofa, seemingly content and sitting next to Kitty, who was talking to him about coursework or something. I strode in, walking back to my Scott, "Move," I grunted to Kitty, who wore an expression that was a mix of amusement and terror, and needless to say, she was out of my seat next to Scott in a flash.
"Hey," I gave a slow grin to Scott.
"You could try being a little nicer to them, Logan," Scott said, the faintest trace of a smile lingering on his lips.
"Nice? I'm always nice," I picked up my beer.
Scott chuckled, his slow and sexy smile doing something weird to my chest. And other parts of my anatomy. What else is new?
I was only slightly disappointed when he turned away from me, and back to Kitty, back in teacher mode. "Okay, so if you get it to me my Monday, it should be fine," He smiled at her.
"Thanks, Mr Summers," She nodded and then walked back to her friends who were staring at us fixedly in quite a scary manner. I raised my eyebrows.
"Scott, they're staring at us," I whispered out of the corner of my mouth.
"I know, it's scaring me a little," He joked, his voice low, "Just try to ignore them."
I smirked, glancing over at them. Sure enough, they were still staring at the two of us, "I recognise some of them from last night actually," I muttered in Scott's ear, "I bet they're hoping for another show..." What was wrong with my hormones? My mind's been fixed on nothing but sex all day long... but then again, what else was new?
At that moment, nothing was sexier than that all too cute blush gracing Scott's features right now.
Maybe I should kiss Scott right here and now, to give the gossiping girls what they wanted, and me what I wanted: Scott. I'd run a hand skilfully under Scott's skirt, feeling the warm silk like skin beneath my fingers while I captured his irresistible lips in a passionate kiss, my hand sliding lower-
"Logan!" Jean walked in, a faint blush on her features, "Mind out of the gutter, thank you!"
Damn Jean and her damn telekinesis! Urgh, Jean had just found out that I spent my Monday evenings mentally undressing the all too tempting Scott next to me. Great.
Scott just laughed as Jean sat down in a comfy armchair a few feet away from us. Hmmm, I have good memories of that chair; when I saw Scott standing alone, holding a glass of milk, the whole school sleeping except us – I can still remember to this day how the moonlight danced across his bare torso, his shocked but not all that displeased expression drawing me closer... until we ended up in that chair.
Okay, focus Logan.
Jean was still sat in the chair, which meant that she probably was trying to keep out of my head.
"So why don't you tell us what you were thinking about?" Jubilee grinned up at me. I'm started to consider the notion that she might actually be channelling the devil.
"None of your business," I muttered, eyes on the TV screen and taking another gulp of beer.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Scott run a hand through his hair.
"That just proves are assumptions though," The Devil beamed at me.
"Maybe I was thinking about marking assignments," I exclaimed.
"Yeah, um, sure," Rogue said sarcastically, grinning at me.
"Whatever," I growled, aware I was losing this fight, and I hated losing, "As I said, it was none of your business."
Jean just kind of smirked at me. Was this her idea of fun?
"You know what," I shook my head, "I'm off to bed."
"Why?" Jubilee whined, "You know I'm only kidding."
"Maybe I'm tired. Or maybe I just need a break from all the fucking gossip," I growled, standing up.
"Watch your language," Jean warned.
I paused, deciding that my reputation couldn't sink any further, so standing in front of Scott who was half way through a sip of beer I asked, "Care to join me?"
Well, I knew my voice was sexy and all, but Scott actually almost chocked on his drink, looking up at me with a mix of happiness, lust and (maybe more prominently) embarrassment.
The whole thing was just adorable really. God, I love him. I actually love him.
I'm completely ignoring Jean's chorus of "aww" in the background. I wish she'd fucking stay out of my head.
"What's he thinking?" Rogue hissed at the evil thing grinning on the chair.
"The L word!" She gushed in a completely un-Jean manner.
"Lesbian?" Bobby asked. Good to know what his mind's on.
"No, the other L word!" Jean said incredulously.
"If invading my mind isn't enough already, that has to be liable," I put self restraint to work.
Scott was smiling up at me, "Come on then," He stood up and walked out the door, me like the doting puppy I am, following bouncily in his wake.
"You know, I have absolutely no idea what the hell Jean's on about-"
"Don't worry, I lesbian you too," Scott said softly.
I don't think I've ever been happier.
Oh... my god... could I have gotten much more fluff in there I wonder?
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