Fic: Restless (Scott/Logan, NC-17)
I'm attempting to archive all the things I posted last year before doing the year-end fic meme, so this is the first: a bit of Scott/Logan fic that was intended to be more than it turned out to be, and wound up just being commentfic for xmen_on_lj's Utopia Challenge.
Title: Restless
Author: harmonyangel
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Scott/Logan, Scott/Emma
Word Count: 1,600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: The Utopia crossover.
Summary: Scott's sleeping on the couch again. Logan helps him let off steam.
Author's Notes: Written for likeadeuce in the Utopia Fic Challenge at xmen_on_lj, for the prompt "Imagine Emma is stuck in her diamond form for good, effectively losing her telepathic powers at the same time. How does this affect their relationship?"
Scott had thought he was done sleeping on couches. And yet here he was, fluffing up a pillow against an armrest and wrapping a flannel blanket around his legs. He and Emma had resolved their differences - technically - but they’d barely had a handful of nights together before the showdown in San Francisco had left Emma in diamond form, battling the slice of pure evil that had taken up residence in her brain. Scott wanted to be supportive, but there was only so much he could do when Emma was pushing him away along with all of her emotions. Their bed had turned as cold as her diamond skin, and finally Emma had told him, none too gently, that perhaps he should find alternate sleeping quarters for the duration.
Now he lay on the lumpy couch in the common room, shifting and stretching and trying to no avail to stop his brain from turning over the night’s events.
It had been a fairly normal evening, by X-Men standards - until Logan had appeared in his office and, aided and abetted by Pixie’s teleportation powers, transported him to a San Francisco bar.
“You need a night off,” Logan had said, by way of explanation. But it didn’t turn into much of a night off at all - unless Logan’s definition of relaxation involved getting into not one, but two bar fights. (Which, Scott reasoned, it very well might have.) Scott would have coped with all of that, but the third fight Logan had struck up that evening had been with Scott himself, over the violent extent of X-Force’s activities and the role played by Laura and Josh, its two youngest members. Eventually, Scott had thrown up his arms, exasperated. “If you hate what X-Force does so much, why the hell did you join it in the first place?”
Logan had set his jaw and stood up, then leaned down until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from Scott’s skin. “Let me know when you figure it out,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of Scott’s ear.
Scott felt a chill - or perhaps it was a thrill - run up his spine at the sensation. He studiously ignored it. “Whatever,” he said, pressing a button on his communicator to contact Pixie. “I’m out of here.”
“Fine with me,” Logan had replied, straightening up as Pixie popped into view. They’d returned to Utopia without another word, and how Scott was here, on the couch, still thinking about it.
Whatever good points Logan had made, Scott couldn’t seem to wrap his brain around one basic question: what did Logan expect? He’d joined X-Force willingly. Despite all their arguments these past few months, he’d been sure that Logan was, at heart, on his side. Now nothing seemed certain. But if Logan was really as angry as he claimed, why had it taken him so long to say something?
The only answer that presented itself - the reason he’d idly voiced to Emma, when they’d mutually confessed their sins - didn’t really make much sense, as far as Scott could tell. But it was enough to get Scott to stand up and climb the stairs to Logan’s room, abandoning the couch and the sleep he was sure he wasn’t going to get.
He rapped twice on the door, then pushed it open when he didn’t get a response. Logan was sitting upright on his bed in his boxers, back against the headboard, watching some kind of nature program on the corner TV.
“Summers.”
“I knocked.” Scott stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed.
“Yeah. I didn’t answer.”
Scott swallowed. Of course Logan wasn’t going to make this easy. “Look. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been too focused on the big picture to notice the little pieces. It wouldn’t be the first time. I’m trying to save our species, but… there are still boundaries. And I’ve violated them.”
Logan narrowed his eyes and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. “Keep talking.”
Scott sighed. “I’ll call X-Force together. Emma knows about it now, we can do it right here on the island. We’ll talk, and decide - together - how we’re going to handle future threats. And I’ll put Josh and Laura on lighter duty.”
Logan stood up, and Scott searched his face for a reaction. This was the best compromise Scott could think of, and he hoped it was enough. It was embarrassing to admit, but Scott couldn’t imagine a world without Logan at his back, and tonight’s conversation had brought him dangerously close to that possibility.
Logan continued to approach, and Scott took a step forward to meet him, letting the door click shut behind him. He only noticed belatedly how far into each other’s personal space they’d moved, how much of a presence Logan suddenly seemed to have, coiled and angry and radiating heat.
“That all?” Logan asked. His voice was, if possible, even huskier than usual.
“No.” Scott moved a hand to this throat, suddenly all too aware of the fact that he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and nothing else. “I also came to say that…” He felt his Adam’s apple bob under his fingertips. “I don’t need anybody to protect me.”
Scott didn’t know who moved first. They stood silent, their eyes locked through the opaque of Scott’s glasses, and suddenly they were kissing. Scott’s back slammed into the closed door behind him as Logan gripped his shoulders; in return, Scott let his fingers flutter up to take their place at Logan’s sides. Tongues, lips, and teeth tangled with force and fury, and Scott could already feel the burn forming on his chin where Logan’s coarse stubble scraped against it.
He didn’t try to think, because some part of him knew that thinking would only complicate things. Instead, he gave in to the moment, ignoring the voice in his head screaming about how he was kissing Logan, of all people, and it was somehow the best kiss he’d had since Jean was still alive.
They stumbled over to the bed, and Scott started counting the number of drinks he’d had, trying to figure out if they were enough to explain the fact that he was currently letting Wolverine tug down his pajama pants and take his cock into his hands. But no amount of alcohol could have prepared him for the experience of Logan pushing him back onto the mattress, sinking down to his knees on the carpet in front of the bed, and wrapping his lips around him like an old pro.
“Logan!” Scott gasped, sitting up slightly as Logan’s tongue began a slow circuit. He reached down to touch Logan’s hair, which was surprisingly soft, and brushed it back, away from his eyes and the wide wet circle of his lips. Logan responded by bringing up a hand to cup Scott’s balls, massaging them with a rhythm identical to that of his tongue. The combination was enough to make Scott bite back a groan, and he decided not to question where Logan had acquired this particular skill set.
Minutes later, Logan was swallowing and sitting back on his haunches, and Scott was trying to catch his breath, staring down at Logan and the obvious hardness in his boxers. “Do you want me to…?” he asked.
Logan stood up and leaned in to kiss Scott instead. “Whatever you want, Slim.”
Scott had no idea what he wanted, but he knew it would be rude to leave things here. Cautiously, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of Logan’s boxers, freed his erection and started massaging it. He didn’t have Logan’s evident experience with other men, but this, at least, he figured he could handle.
When they were done, it was Scott who stood up. Waves of reality had begun crashing over his head, reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he had a girlfriend, that he and Logan had barely settled things between them, that everything about this was wrong. “I…” he tried, but he had no idea what he wanted to stay. His hand reached out to brush against Logan’s cheek and then he pulled back, staggering out of the room with a mumbled “g’night” and making his way back down to the couch, where he fell into fitful sleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Scott found his mind flooded with panic, Emma’s name on his lips. He’d cheated on her. They’d barely reconciled, and he’d cheated on her. And of course she’d find out. She was a telepath. He couldn’t hide anything from -
And that’s when Scott realized that Emma, stuck in her diamond form, was not, currently, telepathic at all.
It shouldn’t have mattered. Scott had still violated her trust, violated their relationship. He knew he’d have to tell her anyway. But… it didn’t really have to be now, did it? He could wait for a bit, wait until the right time. Coming to her with this news when she was incapable of feeling emotion just wouldn’t be right. And it wasn’t like he was going to do it again. Whatever had happened with Logan the night before had been a fluke, a combination of the need to burn off energy and the relief of understanding. It didn’t mean anything.
As if on cue, Emma stepped into the room. She nodded curtly at Scott before continuing onto the kitchen, wordless. Scott nodded back, belatedly, and began folding the blanket he’d been using.
“Need help?” Scott looked up to find Logan standing at the foot of the couch, still wearing the boxers from the night before. Scott swallowed as Logan shot him a lascivious grin and grabbed a corner of the blanket.
Yes, Scott decided. Telling Emma could definitely wait.
Better to finish sinning before confession.
Title: Restless
Author: harmonyangel
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Scott/Logan, Scott/Emma
Word Count: 1,600
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel owns it all!
Spoilers: The Utopia crossover.
Summary: Scott's sleeping on the couch again. Logan helps him let off steam.
Author's Notes: Written for likeadeuce in the Utopia Fic Challenge at xmen_on_lj, for the prompt "Imagine Emma is stuck in her diamond form for good, effectively losing her telepathic powers at the same time. How does this affect their relationship?"
Scott had thought he was done sleeping on couches. And yet here he was, fluffing up a pillow against an armrest and wrapping a flannel blanket around his legs. He and Emma had resolved their differences - technically - but they’d barely had a handful of nights together before the showdown in San Francisco had left Emma in diamond form, battling the slice of pure evil that had taken up residence in her brain. Scott wanted to be supportive, but there was only so much he could do when Emma was pushing him away along with all of her emotions. Their bed had turned as cold as her diamond skin, and finally Emma had told him, none too gently, that perhaps he should find alternate sleeping quarters for the duration.
Now he lay on the lumpy couch in the common room, shifting and stretching and trying to no avail to stop his brain from turning over the night’s events.
It had been a fairly normal evening, by X-Men standards - until Logan had appeared in his office and, aided and abetted by Pixie’s teleportation powers, transported him to a San Francisco bar.
“You need a night off,” Logan had said, by way of explanation. But it didn’t turn into much of a night off at all - unless Logan’s definition of relaxation involved getting into not one, but two bar fights. (Which, Scott reasoned, it very well might have.) Scott would have coped with all of that, but the third fight Logan had struck up that evening had been with Scott himself, over the violent extent of X-Force’s activities and the role played by Laura and Josh, its two youngest members. Eventually, Scott had thrown up his arms, exasperated. “If you hate what X-Force does so much, why the hell did you join it in the first place?”
Logan had set his jaw and stood up, then leaned down until his lips were a hairsbreadth away from Scott’s skin. “Let me know when you figure it out,” he whispered, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of Scott’s ear.
Scott felt a chill - or perhaps it was a thrill - run up his spine at the sensation. He studiously ignored it. “Whatever,” he said, pressing a button on his communicator to contact Pixie. “I’m out of here.”
“Fine with me,” Logan had replied, straightening up as Pixie popped into view. They’d returned to Utopia without another word, and how Scott was here, on the couch, still thinking about it.
Whatever good points Logan had made, Scott couldn’t seem to wrap his brain around one basic question: what did Logan expect? He’d joined X-Force willingly. Despite all their arguments these past few months, he’d been sure that Logan was, at heart, on his side. Now nothing seemed certain. But if Logan was really as angry as he claimed, why had it taken him so long to say something?
The only answer that presented itself - the reason he’d idly voiced to Emma, when they’d mutually confessed their sins - didn’t really make much sense, as far as Scott could tell. But it was enough to get Scott to stand up and climb the stairs to Logan’s room, abandoning the couch and the sleep he was sure he wasn’t going to get.
He rapped twice on the door, then pushed it open when he didn’t get a response. Logan was sitting upright on his bed in his boxers, back against the headboard, watching some kind of nature program on the corner TV.
“Summers.”
“I knocked.” Scott stood awkwardly in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed.
“Yeah. I didn’t answer.”
Scott swallowed. Of course Logan wasn’t going to make this easy. “Look. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been too focused on the big picture to notice the little pieces. It wouldn’t be the first time. I’m trying to save our species, but… there are still boundaries. And I’ve violated them.”
Logan narrowed his eyes and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV. “Keep talking.”
Scott sighed. “I’ll call X-Force together. Emma knows about it now, we can do it right here on the island. We’ll talk, and decide - together - how we’re going to handle future threats. And I’ll put Josh and Laura on lighter duty.”
Logan stood up, and Scott searched his face for a reaction. This was the best compromise Scott could think of, and he hoped it was enough. It was embarrassing to admit, but Scott couldn’t imagine a world without Logan at his back, and tonight’s conversation had brought him dangerously close to that possibility.
Logan continued to approach, and Scott took a step forward to meet him, letting the door click shut behind him. He only noticed belatedly how far into each other’s personal space they’d moved, how much of a presence Logan suddenly seemed to have, coiled and angry and radiating heat.
“That all?” Logan asked. His voice was, if possible, even huskier than usual.
“No.” Scott moved a hand to this throat, suddenly all too aware of the fact that he was wearing a pair of pajama pants and nothing else. “I also came to say that…” He felt his Adam’s apple bob under his fingertips. “I don’t need anybody to protect me.”
Scott didn’t know who moved first. They stood silent, their eyes locked through the opaque of Scott’s glasses, and suddenly they were kissing. Scott’s back slammed into the closed door behind him as Logan gripped his shoulders; in return, Scott let his fingers flutter up to take their place at Logan’s sides. Tongues, lips, and teeth tangled with force and fury, and Scott could already feel the burn forming on his chin where Logan’s coarse stubble scraped against it.
He didn’t try to think, because some part of him knew that thinking would only complicate things. Instead, he gave in to the moment, ignoring the voice in his head screaming about how he was kissing Logan, of all people, and it was somehow the best kiss he’d had since Jean was still alive.
They stumbled over to the bed, and Scott started counting the number of drinks he’d had, trying to figure out if they were enough to explain the fact that he was currently letting Wolverine tug down his pajama pants and take his cock into his hands. But no amount of alcohol could have prepared him for the experience of Logan pushing him back onto the mattress, sinking down to his knees on the carpet in front of the bed, and wrapping his lips around him like an old pro.
“Logan!” Scott gasped, sitting up slightly as Logan’s tongue began a slow circuit. He reached down to touch Logan’s hair, which was surprisingly soft, and brushed it back, away from his eyes and the wide wet circle of his lips. Logan responded by bringing up a hand to cup Scott’s balls, massaging them with a rhythm identical to that of his tongue. The combination was enough to make Scott bite back a groan, and he decided not to question where Logan had acquired this particular skill set.
Minutes later, Logan was swallowing and sitting back on his haunches, and Scott was trying to catch his breath, staring down at Logan and the obvious hardness in his boxers. “Do you want me to…?” he asked.
Logan stood up and leaned in to kiss Scott instead. “Whatever you want, Slim.”
Scott had no idea what he wanted, but he knew it would be rude to leave things here. Cautiously, he slipped a hand down past the waistband of Logan’s boxers, freed his erection and started massaging it. He didn’t have Logan’s evident experience with other men, but this, at least, he figured he could handle.
When they were done, it was Scott who stood up. Waves of reality had begun crashing over his head, reminding him that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he had a girlfriend, that he and Logan had barely settled things between them, that everything about this was wrong. “I…” he tried, but he had no idea what he wanted to stay. His hand reached out to brush against Logan’s cheek and then he pulled back, staggering out of the room with a mumbled “g’night” and making his way back down to the couch, where he fell into fitful sleep almost immediately.
The next morning, Scott found his mind flooded with panic, Emma’s name on his lips. He’d cheated on her. They’d barely reconciled, and he’d cheated on her. And of course she’d find out. She was a telepath. He couldn’t hide anything from -
And that’s when Scott realized that Emma, stuck in her diamond form, was not, currently, telepathic at all.
It shouldn’t have mattered. Scott had still violated her trust, violated their relationship. He knew he’d have to tell her anyway. But… it didn’t really have to be now, did it? He could wait for a bit, wait until the right time. Coming to her with this news when she was incapable of feeling emotion just wouldn’t be right. And it wasn’t like he was going to do it again. Whatever had happened with Logan the night before had been a fluke, a combination of the need to burn off energy and the relief of understanding. It didn’t mean anything.
As if on cue, Emma stepped into the room. She nodded curtly at Scott before continuing onto the kitchen, wordless. Scott nodded back, belatedly, and began folding the blanket he’d been using.
“Need help?” Scott looked up to find Logan standing at the foot of the couch, still wearing the boxers from the night before. Scott swallowed as Logan shot him a lascivious grin and grabbed a corner of the blanket.
Yes, Scott decided. Telling Emma could definitely wait.
Better to finish sinning before confession.