Hank couldn't help but feel bad for just leaving unannounced, but honestly it was the last thing on his mind. The wind was running through his thick fur, and the warmth of Logan's muscular body was nice against his fury chest. Hank was on cloud 9. The countryside flew by as the two men sped along the road. Hank knew that it was only one sided, but he could pretend, couldn't he? Hank rested his head against Logan's shoulder. The tight leather was warm on his face, and the faint smell of Logan, although diluted from the wind, was like roses to him. He inhaled deeply, and smiled.
"So, where to?" Hank opened his eyes and looked at the back of Logan's helmet.
"What?"
"Where do ya wanna go?" Hank looked around them. They were on the highway. No recognisable building was in sight.
"Honestly, I don't even know where we are..."
"Ok, I know a place." Logan leaned back slightly, pushing himself into Hank. Hank held back a laugh. He couldn't even comprehend what was happening. The bike went faster, and the wind felt so refreshing. Hank let his hands move slightly up until he was holding Logan's chest. He could feel Logan's heart beating. The sensation of each beat was like every care in the world was slowly leaving him, one by one with every heart beat. He rested his head on Logan again and just breathed in the scent. He felt the butterflies starting to return, but less this time. It just felt so right to be holding Logan like that, although it was only for safety reasons. Logan's body barely moved, and other than the occasional turn in the road, it felt as though they were simply sitting romantically. Hank had his eyes closed, just breathing in when Logan did, and feeling his heart beat. Nothing could ruin this moment for Hank. Not rain, or a crash, or a sentinel attack. There was no one else, only them. Time seemed to slow down, and the whole world around them seemed to halt. Hank opened his eyes and surveyed their surroundings. The mountains were just peeking over the horizon, and the sun was high in the sapphire sky. Long grass was blowing in the wind, and a small farm was visible far away. The view was beautiful, but Hank really wanted a good look at the driver. He hugged himself closer to Logan and looked over his shoulder to his face. Logan was sweating slightly, making his skin glisten in the sunlight. His deep, smouldering eyes were very focused on the road. He needed to shave desperately, but Hank didn't care. It made him look handsomely rugged. His sideburns seemed to frame his perfect face like it was on display. Everything about Logan was like it had been sculpted my God himself. Hank couldn't find a flaw if he tried.
"Pretty, ain't it?"
"It's beautiful." Hank kept his gaze on Logan, but Logan didn't seem to notice.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise, blue." Hank loved when Logan called him blue. It made him feel special in a way. They sped along the road for a while in silence, before Logan spoke.
"So, feeling better?"
"Definitely."
"What was your problem anyways?"
"Oh, it was nothing..."
"Did it have to do with that dream you had?" Caught red handed.
"No, I just-" Logan cut him off.
"I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because I've been there before. Sure I don't express myself much, but I get sad about girls too." Girls. The word stung in Hanks heart.
"I guess you caught me..." Hank felt Logan's heartbeat quicken.
"See? I know all. Don't need to be a telepath to read you, Doctor."
"Excuse me?"
"You're easy to figure out. Not much mystery to you."
"I beg to differ."
"Well I just figured out what was on your mind. Bet I could guess who it is you like too." Hank knew that Logan wouldn't come close.
"Try me." Logan leaned back more into Hank, and slowed the bike a bit. He was thinking.
"Rogue?"
"No."
"Hmm... Emma?"
"Ugh, no way."
"Uh... Me?" Hank felt his heart fall to his feet, and the butterflies stung in his stomach. His mouth went instantly dry, and he was sure if he could, he'd be blushing. He wanted to tell Logan so bad before, but no matter what, there was underlying pain. Someone spilled. Rogue? She was the only one who knew. Hank felt his own breathing quicken. He was beginning to panic. He couldn't tell Logan. He tried to deny it, but no words came. He began to sweat, and he just wanted to leave, but at the same time he wanted Logan to pull over and kiss him passionately against his bike.
"Hank? I'm kidding." It was almost reassuring to hear Logan say that, but at the same time, excruciatingly disappointing.
"I knew that." He felt like just jumping off of the moving bike, but Henry Phillip McCoy was not a coward. "Did I get you?"
"Almost, but I'm smarter than that, blue." The nickname filled Hank with hollow butterflies. The pains of knowing it could never happen were beginning to return. He leaned back from Logan a bit, and slid his back to Logan's stomach. Logan's chiselled abs felt wonderful under hanks huge hands, but the underlying pain had killed it. The moment with Logan was ruined. By Logan. The cool wind was beginning to sting Hank's face as they sped across the countryside. He felt a tear run down his cheek. Henry Phillip McCoy was not a coward, but he sure was human, and humans have feelings. And feelings can be crushed.