Vic stretched out and looked about, "Jimmy?" just him and Jason in bed. He sighed into the bear's side, nuzzling it.
"Oh you're up, great," Logan tossed some jogging pants at his brother, "Let's go."
"Where are you taking me?" he pulled them on.
"Out," he smirked.
X
Vic hit the ground with a grunt, "Ok, runt," he wiped the dirt from his cheek.
"Getting slow, old man," Logan smirked, readying his fist.
"I'll show you 'old man'," he jumped up, taking Logan's legs out.
They fought until their clothes were soaked in sweat and panted loudly. Surprisingly there were few scratches or slices in them. There was an unwritten agreement to avoid using claws against each other, a relatively difficult task on both but they managed.
"Tired?" Logan panted from the ground, flat on his back.
"From what?" Victor was on his stomach, "That little game of tag?"
"Right," he coughed, "Ready...for breakfast?"
"Food is great...I'm sopping wet..."
"Me too…"
X
After a shower, Vic decided to kick his brother out the kitchen and made blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage. A simple meal.
"How'd you sleep?" Jimmy tore into his meat.
"Great, I was out before my head hit the pillow. You?"
"I slept pretty good, my pillow's breathing was the perfect white noise." Victor responded to the comment in a pleased half smile. Logan smiled back, "So, Pete invited us over later in the evening, about 5, for dinner and a play date."
That really got him perked. He hoped Mikhail would make banana bread, his put others to shame!
"Someone's all enlivened at that," he snickered, gathering the plates, "What do you want to do until it's time to meet them?"
"Watch a movie?"
X
Victor tried to hold his laughter as the fighting continued on screen. They had opted for a dramatic Japanese fight film.
Logan shook his head at the goofiness of it, slowly glancing to Victor. He was on his bear again. The younger slowly crawled over to lean on him, since they decided to sit on the floor with their popcorn.
The little action didn't go unnoticed. Creed just sucked his juice box and pulled his brother onto his lap so he could be more comfortable.
Logan nestled against his head, scratching the nape of his brother's neck. He enjoyed being close with him. It was a lot better than them having yelling matches and not talking to one another for days on end. A low sound caught the ears of the younger mutant. It was accompanied by a subtle vibration. Growling? No..a closer listen. Purring. Victor was purring?
X
"Mikhail I asked you not to put your clay in the oven," Pete aired it out.
"Apologies, I had put it in yesterday before you told me. I cleaned it out after," he cradled the little figurine.
"Victor and his brother are coming today," he listened as he heard Mikhail perk some, "We can both have a little company. Does that sound good?"
"Very good," the elder laid out his paints.
"What did you make this time?" He glanced back, multitasking between preparing a meal and tending his brother.
"A snowman," he delicately painted the nose.
"Lovely," he smiled, "What shall we have for dinner? Perhaps a meal of stroganoff?"
"That's always tasty," the older mutant smiled as he set the little figure to dry before walking to his taller younger brother.
"Da?"
"Nothing," he smirked, dancing around the kitchen and gathering some ingredients.
"You're in a bit of a silly mood," he chuckled.
"Regular banana bread or chocolate chip?"
"You just fed me medovik, are you trying to fatten me up?" Pete smiled as he diced the mushrooms.
Within an hour Logan was knocking at the door.
"Why are you knocking?" Victor took his key out and unlocked the door.
"Someone trust you with a key to their home?!" that said a lot about Pete and his brother's mental states.
"Yep, this is their house key and the car key. Mikhail also let's me use his credit card from time to time," he smirked victoriously as the door opened, "Mikhail I have returned. And this time Jimmy is less of a butt."
"Why doesn't he give you his social security too?"
"I don't bother to know that," The man shrugged, "My friend," he kissed Victor, "And he only uses my card when he has the money to start with."
"You're clearly mad," Logan stepped in.
"Clearly," The Russian mutant smiled, closing his door and leading his friend away.
Logan shook his head and carried his bag to the kitchen, "Hey Pete, brought some rolls and fruit. Next time you can come to our place."
"Sounds good," he smiled, "Brother did you introduce yourself?"
"He's Jimmy. I met him that night Victor chastised him," the elder Russian recalled to his younger, despite Logan's blushing.
"Please come give yourself a proper introduction."
Mikhail sighed, setting aside his items to walk over, "I am Mikhail, elder brother to Piotr."
"Names LOGAN," only Victor was allowed to call him Jimmy.
"Charmed," he went back to the rug to set up, "Want to do Raumschach?
"I just started winning a few normal games and now you want to do to and three games at once?" Victor set the chess pieces up.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Logan glanced to the two men, "You know he has a key to your house and car?"
"Technically those are both Mikhail's," Pete handed the history teacher a glass of soda pop, "And yes I know. I trust him with those. He's only had them a year or so."
"Thanks. Oh," he reached into the backpack and pulled out a rubber top, "Which one is Victor's?
"The red one," he watched as Logan pulled a rubber sippy cup top over it. A brow was raised but soon replaced with a mental shrug of the shoulders. Who was he to judge? Everyone was peculiar in some way or another.
"The food shall be ready soon," he handed the drinks out, receiving multiple thank yous, "Perhaps we can play games we can all join in."
"Cards is a good choice."