Touch me

Logan sat up in the bed, looked out of the window and allowed his feet to slip out from the covers and down on the floor. He gazed lazily against the radio watch, 05.11. What an ungodly hour to wake up, unless you were a peasant. Then he stopped. The obvious present of a younger team-member became clear to him. A very blue, very bare back was turned towards him. Soft hair that he had held in his hands last night was sprawled on the pillow, and soft, velvet fur on delicate skin that he had worshipped smelled blood, sweat and arousal long forgotten in the darker hours of the night. Logan`s hands shivered as he pulled the blanket up to Kurt`s shoulders. His mind was filled with images of their night together, each soft spoken word, each helpless, but happy scream and movements. And still, he felt disgusted. The boy was so young, so innocent, even through the hardships he had dealt with. He rubbed his sore neck and sighed. Kurt moved a little. "Elf?" "Ja?" A thousand words in his head, but not one in his mouth. "You ok?" He managed. "I guess." No emotion what-so-ever in the answer. "We can… pretend it never happened." Kurt didn`t move. "Why?" Now Logan really had no answer. He got under the covers again and tried to fluff his pillow a little.

He nearly released his claws as Kurt jumped on him, straddled him and put each of those odd hands on the sides of Logan`s head. "Idiot. If you want to get rid of me, then you have to do better than that." "Hey, I wasn`t… " Logan interrupted, but Kurt`s mouth stopped him in an angry kiss. "I`m here to stay, wether you like it or not. I`m not that little kid you think me to be." Kurt huffed, his arms now crossed. Logan sighed in defeat. "Alright." He chuckled as Kurt kissed him again.