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Scott’s P.O.V.

I’m sitting at my desk, staring down at a group of papers I’m supposed to be grading, but I’m not seeing them. My mind is a million miles away. How did this all begin? When did I become so dependant on him?

During the day, I avoided Logan like the plague. But at night, I’d seek him out, unable to sleep without feeling him place a kiss on my temple and hold me in his arms so I can fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating under my ear.

He never pushed me for anything else, although I knew he wanted more. I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to have him buried deep inside of me, panting my name in my ear as I cry his name in sheer bliss.

I blush at the thought. This is wrong, very, very wrong! I try to tell myself it’s because of Jean. Once I come to terms with her death, things will go back to normal. But I’m not convinced. Not really. I find myself counting the hours until bedtime, until I can move into his arms without the need for an excuse.

I shake my head in disgust and denial. This is Wolverine I’m thinking about! The same man I hated and wanted to kill just a few short weeks ago. And now, all I want is for him to fuck me. Hard. How sick is that?

I have to get away from him, I tell myself. I have to get my own room before things get out of hand and I do something that I’ll regret. I get up from my desk and go to talk to the professor.

"Yes, of course you can choose any of the available rooms that you want," Xavier consented. "Are you sure you want to do this, Scott? I mean, are you ready? Have you talked to Logan about your decision?"

"No, I haven’t. This has nothing to do with Logan," Scott said, defiantly. "Yes, I feel I need a place of my own. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m very grateful to Logan, but I feel it’s time to move on."

Charles Xavier nodded his head in understanding. He watched Scott leave his office and shook his head, sensing the emotions that radiated off of Scott. He knew that once he eccepted his feelings, he would return to Logan. He just hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

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I go up to Logan’s room and start packing my things. Just as I was finishing up, Logan walks in.

"Wha’cha doin’, Cyke?" Logan asked, as he watched me pick up the box.

"I’m moving into my own room, Logan. I appreciate all the things you’ve done for me, but I need my own space," I explained. "I hope you understand."

"Yeah Scott, I understand."

The look of hurt in his warm, chocolate brown eyes breaks my heart. I want to take him in my arms and kiss the pain I’ve caused away. But I don’t. Instead, I brush past him, leaving the room, feeling his eyes on my back the whole time. Somewhere in my mind, I hear the sound of chickens clucking! And as I escape further down the hall, I could swear I see a feather float down in front of me!

Logan’s P.O.V.

I’m in the danger room, tryin’ ta work out the frustration I’m feelin’. I should just go to the bar and pick somebody up, but I know that won’t help. Only one person c’n ease the ache I’m feelin’ and he’s right upstairs.

I can’t believe I’m attracted to that ‘apple polisher’! It was his girlfriend I wanted, wasn’t it? I brutilize the punching bag, but it’s not helping. His scent is everywhere, assaultin’ my senses and makin’ my cock rock-hard. I head to the shower and turn the water on hot, hoping to relieve the straining muscles in my neck, back and groin. I’m so hard that it hurts, so I tried to remedy the situation; jerkin’ myself hard and fast.

I close my eyes and Scott appears. Layin’ on my chest, his tongue touches my nipple when he wets his lips, then he starts to kiss my chest, working his way down until he reaches the object of his desire! He opens that pretty mouth of his and takes me in it. Lickin’ and suckin’ me until I explode all over the shower wall.

Temporarily sated, I grab the soap and quickly wash up. As I get dressed, I decide that tonight will be the night. I will wait no more! My need for him is just too great. I cannot lie to myself or him and the longer I do, the more it hurts both of us.

As I make my way upstairs, I think about getting a bigger room. One where Scott has some space and a closet of his own. The man has more clothes an’ shoes than any woman I know! I decide to speak to him about it, then the Professor.

I smile to myself when I reach the floor where my room is located. Scott’s scent is strong, which tells me he’s in the room. I walk quickly, anxious to see him, and open the door. What I see makes me feel like I was punched right between the eyes!

Scott is packing up his stuff. He informs me that he needs his own space and that he’s getting his own room. He says he hopes I understand and I tell him I did. I watch him walk down the hall and it’s my turn for my heart to be screaming! I try to think of things I may have done wrong, said wrong or acted wrong. Unable to think of anything, I sit on the floor and cry as the song ‘What’ll I Do’ plays in my head.

Scott

It’s been three days and sleepless nights since I felt the need for my own room. I haven’t felt this bad since Jean died. Nothing makes sense any more. All I can think about is Logan. How I hurt him, how I’m avoiding him, how I’m needing him.

I refuse to admit this, even to myself. But late at night, I find myself crying for him, longing for his strong arms and steady heartbeat. But he doesn’t come, and I have no one but myself to blame. How much more can I take? How long can I live with my pride before I wear down and admit I was wrong?

After 15 minutes, I fall into a nightmare-filled sleep that I could not wake from, try as I may.

Logan

All my senses are open and atuned to Scott. I hear him at night callin’ my name like a prayer, but I don’t go to him. Instead, I stay in my room, sitting on my big, comfy chair. I wait for him to admit to himself that he was wrong and come to me. I haven’t made up my mind if I’m gonna forgive him or punish him by makin’ him beg, plead and cry for my forgiveness.

I hear him cry out and I have ta stop myself from runnin’ to him. I know he’s had a nightmare because I could tell he was sleepin’ by his slow, even breathing and now he’s pantin’ heavily and his heart’s poundin’.

I wonder if this is enough of a reason to push away his pride and come to me. Does he need my kiss on his temple and the sound of my heart beatin’ under his ear? Is his pride so strong that he’s willin’ to let us go? I know I can’t take much more of this. I get up and put my pajamas on, then go brush my teeth. I’m about to climb into bed when I hear a knock on the door.

Logan opens the door and sees Scott standing there, looking down sheepishly, as he shuffles from one foot to the other.

"Yeah, whatta ya want, Cyke?"

"Logan, I-- I really need to talk to you. May I come in?"

"Well, I was just gettin’ ready ta go to sleep."

"Please?" He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, but failed.

He let out an exasperating sigh. "Yeah, fine, you c’n come in fer a minute," Logan invited as he stepped aside to let him in.

Scott stood there fidgeting nervously, unsure of what to say now that he was there. He wanted to throw himself into Logan’s arms and beg for forgiveness as he rained kisses on his face and neck. Instead, he watched Logan grow more and more annoyed with him.

After five minutes, he growled, "Yeah, what?" Logan watched with perverse delight as Scott tried to compose himself.

"I, I, want to come back. I need to come back, please… let me come back!" Scott dropped to his knees and began to cry, clutching at Logan’s legs. "I need you, Logan. I can’t function on my own! Don’t make me! Please don’t! I’ll do anything, anything you want…" Scott began kissing Logan’s crotch, his tears soaking through the flimsy pajama material as he nuzzled the growing erection.

Logan closes his eyes and enjoys the warm softness of Scott’s mouth. After about a minute, he reaches down and lifts Scott to his feet. Scott give him a questioning look and Logan smiles at him, lightly brushing a kiss on his lips and running his fingertips over the younger man’s jawline.

"You know how I feel about you, right? So don’t take this wrong, but you look like hell! You look like you haven’t slept for a week," Logan pointed out, concerned.

"It’s only been three days, but it feels like a week, at least," Scott corrected. "Thank you for noticing. I would have hated to feel this bad and no one notice."

" Com’ere," Logan said, as he walked to the bed, turned down the covers and climbed in, pulling Scott in with him.

Scott wraps his arm around Logan’s waist as he places a tender kiss on his temple. Taking his head in his hands, Logan lays Scott’s head on his chest, over his heart.

"Thank you, Logan. I missed this. I missed this so much."

"Shh, go to sleep. Tomorrow will be soon enough to talk, to get past this. And get past this, we will!"

END.