Then Logan did something completely unexpected: he kissed him.
Even though Peter knew what was he was going to do, he still couldn't quite believe it until it happened, until Logan's mouth closed over his, until Logan's tongue touched his lips. His own mouth opened to let him in and it was *good*. So good they stumbled, banged against the countertop. Something fell to the floor, probably broke.
Logan's hands went up under his shirt, pressing and gliding, as Peter yanked the tail of Logan's flannel out of his pants.
"Wait, wait. . ."
"No."
"Upstairs. . ."
"Which room?"
"Don't care."
"Mine."
"Go."
***
Exactly 100 words. Chocolate to Peter.