"You hungry?"
"Yes!" They sped across the darkening countryside. The first of the stars were beginning to show, and the sun was nearing the bottom of the sky, making it a deep pink. Hank held Logan close, and kissed his neck.
"Where do you wanna eat?"
"Where is there to eat? Were in the middle of nowhere..."
"We'll find somewhere." The bike picked up speed.
"Logan?"
"What?"
"Back there... I just-"
"You ok with it?"
"I wanted to thank you. That was probably the most passionate moment of my life."
"I'm glad you liked it." In the distance a small town began to appear.
"This isn't the way we came."
"This way had food. All that sex made me hungry." Hank snickered lightly to himself. He had had sex with Logan just a few hours ago. The thought of all his dreams coming together filled his mind with awe and wonder. He felt foolish focusing on his dreams, rather than the sex itself, but it felt more like a fantasy than a real thing, although he could still feel the tingling sensation from when Logan had taken him. Fuck seemed to hostile a word. What had happened was a thing of beauty, or at least it to Hank. The town grew slowly closer, and the two men sat silent. Hank watched as the sun finally touched the ground. It would be night soon. The first night of the rest of his life, if things fell into place as he wished they would.
They pulled into the parking lot of a small diner on the outskirts of the town. Hank hopped off the bike and put out his hand for Logan. He had this impulse to be a gentleman, because let's face it... Logan is no gentleman. Logan grabbed the hand, more for Hank's sake than for the help getting down. They walked together to the doors. On the side of the diner there was a small sign that read "mutants allowed."
"Looks like we're good to go, blue." Logan pushed the door, and they walked inside, still hand in hand.
They entered a small, crowded room, filled with bright red chairs and tables. Two women in uniforms stood behind the counter talking, but when they noticed the two men walking towards them, they became quiet.
"For two please" Logan smiled. He looked down at their name tags. The taller one was called Tallon, the shorter one Cyrena. Cyrena was the first to speak.
"Right this way." She came out from behind the counter and saw their hands. "Oh. You two are... um... a couple?"
"Yeah, we are" Logan retorted. "You got a problem with that?" Cyrena suddenly became very nervous looking.
"Not at all! I'm a Lesbian anyways. Sorry, I didn't mean to come across as rude." Logan opened his mouth to speak, but Hank interrupted.
"Are you two together?" Tallon immediately spoke up.
"No, I'm straight." Cyrena eyed Tallon slowly and began to walk towards a vacant table. An older couple sat across from them, and they smiled at the two as they sat.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"I'll have a beer, and he'll have a mix of coke and sprite." Cyrena looked down at Hank.
"Strange combination..."
"I don't like either by itself" Hank explained. "So when I mix them, I taste only the parts of each that I like."
"Well, I'll have to give it a try then." She turned and left.
"She seems nice" Hank said, smiling slightly.
"Hard to believe she's a lesbian."
"I know, I'd expect it more of the other waitress, what was her name?"
"Tallon I think."
"Right. But that's not important right now."
"What do you have in mind?" A seductive smile made its way onto Logan's face. He reached across the table, grabbed Hank's hands and rubbed the tops of them slowly with his thumbs.
"I was maybe thinking we should finish up here, and then have another...encounter." Hank smiled back at Logan and leaned in closer.
"Sounds like fun. Where?"
"Outside again, but under the stars."
"Oohh, kinky." Two glasses were shoved between them.
"Here are your drinks guys. Sorry to interrupt your moment, but have you decided on your food yet?"
"Not quite" Logan responded.
"Too hungry for each other I suppose." She smiled big, like the woman at the theme park, but not nearly as terrifying. "Take your time, guys." She turned and walked back to the counter. Tallon was off taking more orders. There was a clang of the door as it slammed, but Logan and Hank didn't notice. Hank took a sip of his drink.
"I wish I was the straw." Logan said jokingly. He took a swig of his beer.
"I can't think of anything sexual about the way you drink beer, so I'm not even going to try." Logan smirked, then slowly licked the rim of the bottle in the most obscene way he could. Hank let out a laugh, then covered his mouth.
"Hot enough for ya?"
"You just look stupid."
"You like it."
"We should decide what were eating, so we can finish and go attend to... well."
"Right." They both reached for the menus and scanned through them. Logan slammed his down on the table and smiled.
"Done." Hank looked passed his menu, then back at it. He was stumped between the fettuccini Alfredo and the chicken parme. He had always been a pasta man.
"What should I get?"
"Steak."
"I don't want steak."
"Well, then I'm the worst person to ask." Hank put the menu down and closed his eyes. He held his finger out to pick randomly from the pasta page.
"What the hell are you doin'?
"Deciding." Hank swung his hand slowly over the page, waiting for the perfect moment to stop. A pair of lips met his. Startled, he opened his eyes to see that Logan had leaned over the table, and was now (aside from being in an awkward position) kissing him. He closed his eyes again, and they continued to kiss. From behind him he heard someone clapping. Then another, then another. Soon the entire diner was cheering for them. Cyrena's voice rung out over the clapping "gay is ok!" She began to chant it, and everyone began to join. Hank felt Logan's mouth curve into a smile. Logan slowed the kiss for a second, only to mutter "I love you" before continuing. Logan climbed onto the table and crawled over to Hank, so that they could be more intimate. Their breathing was quickening. The cheering grew louder and louder, and the chant rang out loud and clear. Hank made his way slowly to the top of the table, and they embraced. Logan pulled away and smiled, a tear running down his face. "I wish it was this easy in the real world."
"It will be. We just have to be patient."
"We shouldn't have to wait. It's fuckin' stupid that we have to wait." Hank leaned in and kissed him again. The cheering quickened.
"Well, let's just live it up while were here." Hank wiped the tear from Logan's rough face, and stepped off of the table. He put his hand out for Logan, and helped him down. Everyone had circled around their table, and the cheering had slowed to a dull roar. Hank looked over to Cyrena, who was standing closest to them.
"Well both have the steak." He grabbed Logan by the collar and pulled him in, kissing him hard. The crowd cheered.