"Sorry about that."
"About what?"
"Forcing you to go on that... I didn't know it'd make ya sick." They had made their way back to the concession, and were waiting on more water and a corndog for Hank.
"It's not your fault I got sick" Hank said, pulling out a stick of gum.
"I still feel pretty shitty about it though..."
"Well don't. I'm not sorry I went on it, so don't be sorry." He stuck the gum in his mouth. The woman at the counter returned with the waters. She handed them both to Logan.
"Thanks" he murmured to her. She looked over at Hank.
"Your corndog will be ready in a minute." She smiled happily. It was as though every worker was on ecstasy or something.
"Thank you." He turned to Logan. "It wasn't like you could foretell that my stomach would turn."
"I guess."
"So... What now?" Logan reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small postcard sized map. "When did you get that?"
"When I bought the waters earlier." He surveyed it closely. "Uh... Tunnel of love?"
"That's so cliché though." The woman returned with Hanks corndog.
"Condiments are over on the side there." She pointed to a little counter that stuck from the side of the building.
"Thank you" Hank retorted. He took the corndog from her and looked back at Logan. "Why the tunnel of love?"
"It's slow so you won't barf again, and it's dark, so we can make out all we want and no one will see us."
"Logical, but I know it's really not your thing..."
"So? My think makes you upchuck."
"I suppose..."
"Just be glad I didn't take you on the zipper."
"Why?"
"You'd be happy to be standing after."
"Oh..."
"So, tunnel of love?"
"If you want to." Logan didn't say anything. He grabbed Hank's hand and began to walk to the slower rides. Hank was still having trouble believing this whole day. He spat out his gum and took a bite of his corndog as he watched Logan walk. The determination in his walk seemed haunting, almost like there was more to this 'tunnel of love' than he had let on. Logan's hand remained tight around his, almost hurting, but not enough to say anything.
They reached the line to the tunnel. It was relatively short, and the only ones in the line were teenagers.
"Want to do something else?"
"No, I wanna do this." Logan let go of Hank's hand and walked to the end of the line behind a boy in a jersey and his girlfriend, whose skirt was almost shorter than her underwear.
"Coming?" Hank walked over to Logan, who was wearing a huge smile. He couldn't quite grasp why Logan was so happy to be in this line. But he really wasn't up for questioning this already outrageous day. The line moved slowly, and the two in front of them had begun to make out.
"Shouldn't they wait to be inside the ride?"
"Well, why are we waiting blue?" With that, Logan pulled Hank close to him. "We could start now." He raised one eyebrow seductively and snickered. Logan was really taking charge... in every situation he could, but Hank liked it.
"You're right, we shouldn't wait." Hank moved closer to Logan until he could feel his breath on his face. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan could see that the couple in front of them had stopped their kissing and were now looking at them. A rush of embarrassment flowed over him, but he couldn't do that to Hank. He closed his eyes and took the plunge. Their lips hit hard. Logan couldn't get the thought of the staring people out of his mind. It bothered him, but he cared for Hank, and he knew that this was what Hank wanted. He was growing angry, but he forced the anger into raw passion. They kissed hard, breathing heavily as they did. Hank put his hands up the back of Logan's shirt. Logan gasped into Hank's mouth from the coldness of the Beast's hands. Hank giggled slightly, not breaking the kiss for a second. Logan opened one eye and looked out to the line. Everyone, even the workers were staring. Not one wasn't either smiling or disgusted. One boy had his phone out and was taking a picture. Logan suddenly caught fire inside. He bit down and Hank gasped. He pushed Hank away and turned to the line of teens.
"WHATS THE MATTER? NEVER SEEN REAL LOVE, YOU FUCK HEADS?" He ran towards the boy with the phone and grabbed it from him. He shot out his claws and skewered it. "ANYONE ELSE GOT A PROBLEM?" Then he panicked. He grabbed Hank by the wrist and ran. It wasn't before they got to the concession again did Logan notice Hank's bleeding lip.
"Oh shit, Hank. I'm sorry."
"What the fuck Logan?"
"I'm sorry, I just-"
"We should have waited."
"I'm sorry."
"You're never sorry, Logan. It's just a word to you."
"Hank, I-"
"Let's just go, Logan..." Hank turned and began to walk to the exit. Its bright colours shone in the distance, almost hurting his eyes. Logan had nothing else to say. He could just follow the miserable Hank to the parking lot. Had he ruined this perfect thing already? He couldn't be sure, but he hoped not.
By the time he reached the bike, Hank already had his helmet on. The front of his shirt had blood on it, but his lip looked fine. Hank had a bit of a healing factor, but nowhere as good as Logan's.
"Let's go." Logan put his helmet on and sat on the bike. Hank got on behind him. Hanks warm body felt nice on his back, and his fur tickled the back of his neck, but he couldn't say anything about it. Logan started the bike up and began to pull out of the parking lot.
"Got you" Hank said as they sped onto the highway.
"What?"
"Did you think I was mad?" Hank kissed the back of Logan's neck.
"Well I bit your lip"
"I just wanted a reason to leave."
"I thought you were pissed though!"
"Not at all, I was getting bored, but I didn't want to tell you. Just played off of your reaction."
"Why would you do that?"
"I said I was bored."
"You're a prick, McCoy."
"I'm a what?"
"A prick!" Logan laughed a bit. "I hate you so much right now!"
"Too bad, because I think I'm in love with you."
"Good." The bike began to slow down.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to show you something." Logan pulled off to the side of the road. To their left there was a huge field of daises, and in the middle of it was a wall. A random wall that looked so abstract compared to the rest of the landscape that it seemed the person who put it there must have been intoxicated. Logan stepped off the bike, and put his hand out for Hank. Hank took it, and they walked slowly through the daises.
"Hank, you were right. We should have waited."
"For your sake, yes we should have."
"But I've been waiting for this for too long, and home is too far away."
"Waiting for what exactly?"
"That's a surprise." Hank went silent. His mind fluttered with thoughts, each one more ridiculous than the next. They walked until they reached the wall. Logan stopped walking.
"What are we doing here?"
"Come around to the back with me."
"Why?" Hank was drawing a blank, but he couldn't tell if he really was, or if he just wouldn't come to terms with his hypothesis.
"You'll see." Logan let go of Hank and walked around to the other side. Hank stood not moving for a little while, not quite sure what to do. "Hank? Coming?" Hank walked around to the other side of the wall.
Logan stood with his flannel shirt wide open. He smiled when he saw Hank, and began to walk towards him, removing his shirt slowly.
"Hank?"
"Yes?"
"You ready?"
"What are we going to do?"
"I'm going to make love to you, silly." Logan began to pull Hank's flannel shirt off. Hank stopped him.
"Logan, I know you're not ready."
"I'm not up for public displays of anything yet, but I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone."
"Logan?" Logan continued to pull off Hank's shirt, and once removed he lifted the undershirt over his head, and dropped it on the ground. They both stood shirtless, staring at each other. Hank looked down at Logan's body. The chiselled abs and pecs, the perfect body hair, the WOAH! The bulge in Logan's jeans! Logan was definitely ready for this.
"Hank?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want this?"
"Of course I do."
"Good, because I want you in me." Logan reached down to his pants and began to undo them. Hank wasn't really sure what to think about all this, but as he recalled, this was about where he had woken up from his dream. He smiled to himself as he watched Logan's jeans fall to the ground.