Series: No Greater Love
Author: Sasha
Summary: Logan's in a bad mood. Kurt tries to make it better.
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein, not mine. They belong to Marvel. I receive nothing but feedback and the enjoyment of writing the story.
Author's note: Story switches between Logan and Kurt's pov, starting with Logan.
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Trading Places
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They say what goes around comes around, and boy do I know it.
I used to take great pleasure in doing everything in my power to get Jean's attention focused on me and away from Scott. And every time I succeeded I would gloat and shove the fact that I could in his face.
Now that the shoe is on the other foot, I just wish she would go away.
Between the two of us, Kurt was the first one to suspect that there was more to flirtation than before, but I ignored him thinking he was just being jealous again. After all this was Jean we were talking about, the girl I'd been pining for almost from the moment I laid eyes on her. So when she started flirting with me again, I figured she was just resuming our little song and dance routine.
Jean was no longer in my scope of vision; Kurt was, so it took me a while to notice the rules had changed. She was playing the game heavier handed than before. It started off with small little things, like she would stare at me when she thought I wouldn't notice, or she would stand closer to me than absolutely necessary when speaking to me. She started doing all sorts of nice little things for me, and if an opportunity to touch me opened up, she would seize it.
When I finally allowed myself to accept the fact that 'Yes, Jean really is hitting on you', I laughed my ass off. I always hoped I would be the man to lure her away from Scott, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought bringing another man into the equation would be the thing to make that happen. If I knew then what I know now I would have let Kurt fuck me a long time ago.
Nah.
I'm happy where I am. And the competition that ensued between the two of them was an endless source of amusement for me. There was a power play going on between the two of them that, despite my best assurances to Kurt, was completely unnecessary. But it went on just the same.
In the beginning it was funny to see one of most mature adults in the mansion act like love struck teenager. I thought that with a little time, Jean would take a hint and back off. I figured she just missed the extra attention that she used to get from me, or that she would grow bored with the game and my constant rejection of her.
Boy was I wrong.
Her behavior is beginning to border on the obsessive. It's gotten to the point that she shadows me when I'm nearby. And I don't even want to get into some of the ploys she's come up with to get me alone. It's gotten to the point that even Scott, the most oblivious person on the face of the earth, has noticed it too. Now they fight all the time. I mean sure they've had disagreements before, but they would stay mad at each other for all of three minutes before making up and going back to being their usual sickeningly sweet, lovey dovey selves afterwards. Now I can't remember a time when they have been able to say more than two words to each other without it leading to another argument.
The novelty has worn off and I try to avoid being anywhere near Jean, especially not alone, as much as possible. Unfortunately, the damage has already been done because Scott has finally grown a set of balls and let her know he's fed up with the situation. But instead of putting the blame where it belongs, he holds me responsible, saying that I instigated the whole situation so I could get Jean. I don't know if he's blind or if he's just bitter and using this as an excuse to be a bigger dick than usual to me. Right now I'm finishing up some bullshit mission he put me on at the last minute. A mission that conveniently made me miss getting tickets for a rare showing of a Japanese Kabuki Play at the Terra Dome. A show he's known I wanted to see for weeks now.
That, on top of Jean still hounding, me has put me into a very bad mood.
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Logan is pissed. For anyone who knows his temperament this is nothing new, but I think there may be more behind his anger than someone irritating him. He hasn't said anything weird, or done anything out of the ordinary, but I know that something else is bothering him. I've known the man for too long not to recognize the signs, but he won't talk to me about it.
I know the situation with Jean is beginning to bug him. When it first started, he was worried about how I would react to Jean chasing him. I would be lying if I said I hadn't felt threatened at first, especially knowing what appeal she held, and still could hold, for Logan in the past, but time and time again he's chosen me, not her.
But I don't think that's what is bothering him at the moment.
It was Rogue who came up to me and asked me to do something about the dark mood that Logan's been in all day now. But I am unable to explain it, let alone try to fix it, especially considering I don't know what caused his mood in the first place. I do a little snooping around the room but I come up empty handed.
It isn't until I start tidying up that I find the solution to my problem right under my nose. Literally.
Torn in half in the trashcan is a pamphlet for the Kabuki play Logan's been talking my ear off about for the last two months. I remember him telling me it would be the first and last performance, of this particular play in the States, by an actual Japanese troupe of players. With the pamphlet in the trash, and his sudden foul mood, it doesn't take much for me to add the pieces together and come up with solution. So I call in a favor, use a couple connections and end up with two front row tickets to the show.
Now all I have to do is give it to him.
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This day sucks and it isn't getting any better. I'm so tempted to deck Cyke right now, but I don't want to give him the pleasure. Kurt usually has a calming effect on me but with the way I'm feeling right now, I'd probably end up pissing him off too, so I've been trying to avoid him too.
Unfortunately for me, Murphy's Law goes into effect and the two people I'm trying to avoid walk right into Dayroom just as I step inside from my walk. They've already seen me so hiding, or going back outside is no longer an option. I just close the door behind me and hope the dickless wonder can manage not to speak to me for the next couple of minute.
Kurt walks up to me with a big smile on his face, that I wish I could return and hands me an envelope.
"I noticed you've been in a bad mood all day, so I hope that this helps."
I briefly glance at the contents of the envelope without really seeing, preoccupied by thoughts of the play I wanted to see, and why I won't be seeing it and I somehow manage to get even angrier. I mumble a quick, "Thanks. " to Kurt and see his smile crumble into this crestfallen expression, like I just told him that Santa wasn't real. See. Now this is what I was trying to avoid, hurting his feelings so I walk out the door throwing an, "I'll see you later." over my shoulder.
I get about make it all the way to the garage before my brain decides to rejoin me by telling me exactly what I have inside this envelope.
"Oh my God!"
I stop moving, I stop breathing and take another look just to be sure I'm not seeing things. My eyes widen, and I almost drop the envelope as I am overcome first by shock, then an overwhelming sense of happiness.
I hurry back to the Dayroom, so I can thank him properly.
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As Logan walks out the room, I settle into a sort of depression. All that hard work and he didn't even appreciate it. It didn't even make a dent in his mood.
Rogue walks up to me and says, �I�m sorry you went through all that trouble for nothing. I should have just kept my mouth shut."
"No it's okay." I say trying to sound like a mature adult, instead of a petulant child and failing miserably. "Well if anybody needs me I'll be in my room."
I start to say more but I become distracted by the sound of rapidly approaching feet so I stop. I have just enough time to register a form come around the corner, and I curse out loud as my mercurial lover suddenly pulls me into an extremely tight bear hug.
"Logan...please...can't breathe..." I gasp as I am twirled around in a circle. When he finally puts me down, I take several deeps breaths before turning to him, so I ask him, "Have you lost what's left of your mind? What in the world is going on?"
We have managed to gather quite an audience and a few curious stares so I throw him a questioning glance. His only response is to look at the others and say, "Excuse us for a moment," as he grabs my hand. He drags me into a nearby office where immediately proceeds to close and lock the door behind us. He then turns around to face with this big smile on his face.
Anything I might have said gets cut off as he kisses me with an enthusiasm usually reserved for the bedroom. When he finally breaks away I am panting for breath, and I allow a look of confusion to cover my face over his actions. Between his earlier mood, his lack of response over my gift, and his present good cheer, I find it hard to know what to think.
That kiss has put all sorts of ideas in my head, but none of them would actually help to ease my confusion. They all revolve around me, a naked Logan, and a room without a handful of nosy, eavesdroppers who are probably listening just outside the door. And while I'm thinking, he's moving, until I find myself backed up against a wall.
"What was that for?"
At my question, his smile grows impossibly bigger and he says, "That was me belated thanking you for the tickets."
"And this," he says and I swallow hard as he licks a moist trail up my neck, to the underside of my jaw, while simultaneously undoing the fastenings on my pants, "is me showing you my appreciation for your all you hard work."
As he slides down my body, I belatedly remember that there are a few people in the hallway who will most likely hear me if I make too much noise. Then his hands are upon me, and that warm, wet, extremely talented mouth engulfs my member and I find that I am beyond caring.
Let them hear.
If they were on the receiving end of this man's attentions, they'd scream too.
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I rise from my position on the floor, gently tucking him back into his pants along the way. I hold him up until his legs can once again hold his weight and I bask in the look of extreme satisfaction on his face. When he finally focuses on me, I give him a chaste kiss on the lips and let go of him. I give smile brightly at him before I make my way out the door in order to make preparations for our night at the theatre.
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As Logan walks out the door, I finally take note of my surroundings, and I chuckle at the irony of the situation.
Because I just got a blow job from Logan in Jean's office.
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