The line was long, and the sun was hot. Hank was beginning to boil under his fur.
"You ok?"
"Oh?" he panted "I'm just fine. Don't worry about it."
"Well you're breathin' kinda heavy."
"A little warm is all."
"Want a water?" Hank surveyed the area. The closest place to get a drink was a good ten minute walk. Whoever designed this park must have forgotten the heat of summer.
"No, it's too far anyways. I'll live."
"Gimme a sec, k?" He pushed his way through the line and began to run towards the concession stand. He wasn't, was he? Hank stood alone in the slowly moving line still trying to get a hold on the day's events. First, Logan took him to an amusement park. So unlike Logan in every way. Then, Logan kissed him. So unlike Logan in all ways imaginable. Now they were gallivanting around like a couple, although neither had said such a thing. Were they a couple? Hank was beginning to confuse himself. He was much too hot to think clearly. He stood watching the distant Logan reach the stand. How sweet of him. No, this HAS to be a dream. There is no other explanation. He was just going to wake up in his own room and have to get ready for the training session and forget he ever dreamt this up.
"Here you go." He turned to find Logan standing a little too close to him, holding two large bottles of water and one bag of cotton candy under his arm. "Thought we could share." Hank couldn't help but smile. It was one of those smiles that starts in your stomach and makes its way up your chest and then makes you blush before finally it turns the corners of your mouth up. Was he really dreaming? After that he sure hoped he wasn't.
"That's so sweet of you. Thank you."
"Ah, don't mention it blue." Logan leaned in and kissed Hank on the cheek. When he stepped back Hank could see that Logan was blushing.
"You don't have to kiss me if it bothers you. We can wait until were alone."
"I'm good" he said, lying through his teeth.
"Logan, Its ok. I've waited this long, I can wait twenty more minutes."
"I'm not gunna make you have to wait."
"Logan, I don't want you to be embarrassed."
"This place is s'post to be tolerant. So, I'm gunna make the best of it." With that, he grabbed Hank and kissed him hard. At first, Hank didn't do anything. He felt terrible for Logan, but if he was gunna put this show on to prove that he wasn't embarrassed of him, why not return the favour? Hank opened his mouth slowly and let Logan's tongue press against his before finally taking the plunge. He reached around Logan's back and leaned into the kiss. Logan swooned and Hank had to hold him up. The kiss itself lasted only a few seconds, but the emotion it forced into them both remained long after. They walked slowly forward in the line, holding hands. Hank couldn't believe any of it. It felt so romantic. Then reality hit.
"Just the two of you?"
"Yup" Logan responded happily. The man working the ride had a little smirk on his face, but other than that he looked genuinely unhappy to be there. He wore his nametag crooked, and his hat was strapped around his wrist.
"Ok. Want your seats together?"
"Yup." Logan was really a man of very, VERY few words when it came to talking to strangers. Hank liked this quality though. It kept life moving along at a fast pace without having to stop and listen to others peoples irritating stories. Logan was smart that way. The man led them to their seats. The car had it so your feet hung over the edge, and the only protection was a small shoulder harness.
"Logan... Can I just watch you?"
"No way, that'll ruin the fun."
"Logan. No."
"Hank. Yes."
"But I-"
"I told you, if you go on this with me, I'll tell Rogue."
"Tell Rogue what exactly?"
"That were dating."
"So we are dating then?"
"Yeah. I thought so." Hank felt funny inside. He was dating Logan. It was hard enough to grasp when it was a simple kiss, but now? He had to stop over-analyzing things and just let them happen.
"Fine."
"Good." Hank sat next to Logan, and the man lowered the harness. Hank could feel his heart pounding faster and faster. Logan's hand found his.
"You're gunna be fine."
"I-I-I know..." He was frozen solid. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. The ride lurched and began to rise.
"Not so bad, is it?"
"Uh..."
"I'll take that as a yes?" He chuckled a bit to himself. "I'm sorry; I just think it's funny how afraid you are."
"Oh...Mhm?"
"Can't even talk? Ha. Nothing is gunna happen. It's a safe ride, and I'm here. Shit never goes down when I'm around."
"That rhymed." He was feeling a bit better.
"HE SPEAKES!" The ride came to a slow stop at the very top. "Views pretty, huh?"
"V-v-very." The ride clicked. "WHAT WAS THAT?"
"Chill, it's just the first click." The ride clicked again. "Ok, be afraid now."
"Wha-" The car pummelled to the ground. Hank tried to scream, but only a muffled gurgly could escape him. He could hear Logan laughing beside him. Logan squeezed Hanks hand lightly, and Hank responded with a crushing grasp. Logan yelped a bit, but didn't pull away. The wind was cooling, but the feeling of falling was much too extravagant to think of anything else. He was in sheer terror. There was no other word. The ride came to the bottom and the harnesses rose from them. Logan stood from his seat, not letting go of Hank's hand.
"So? How was it?"
"You are a real jerk."
"Yeah? Well I'm your jerk." He smiled and helped Hank up. Upon standing, Hank began to feel sick. Luckily there was a garbage can within reach, or Logan's cotton candy would have ended up on both of their shoes. Logan couldn't help but laugh at Hank. He really did look funny with his head in the garbage. Hank, unable to look up, gave him the finger.
"Maybe later." Logan chuckled at his own remark, seemingly pleased with himself. Hank raised himself from the can and looked at Logan.
"What?"
"After we wash you up." Hank and Logan both started to laugh. Hank had no idea why he was laughing. He has never been so embarrassed in his life. Maybe it was nervous laughter, or maybe it was the wonder of what is Logan Howlett. He didn't know. All he knew was that this couldn't be a dream. Dreams don't make you that sick.