[ Coming down from the high of orgasm, Logan's hands slip from the narrows of Steve's waist to draw up towards his chest and feel his beating heart under his palm. For a moment he feels the corner of his mouth twitch into a pleased expression -- it's nice to see Steve's belly stained because Logan's spilled all over him -- but that feeling of content halts... and drips... and leaves him with nothing short of horrific realisation when things really sink in.
He's in Steve's apartment. He's on Steve's bed. He's sitting on Steve Rogers' dick, and there's a rubber in him that they should probably get rid of.
Oh no. Oh no.
The sad thing is he can remember the point of it, too. He'd come to have a chat with Steve about Peggy Carter for the story, and the more Steve talked about her the more Logan's handwriting went to shit, and then something in him had felt jealous, and he'd dropped the paper and pen entirely and pulled Steve forward and kissed him and...
And. Oh God. Logan had sex with him because he was jealous. ]
I. Uh. [ The way he lifts himself is smooth up until Logan has to support his weight on his knees, because he feels wobbly and unstable and it's all he can do to land on his side by Steve instead of on top of the man entirely. ] I.
I left the tape recorder... it's going in the other room. [ He tries to sit up, but there is a pleasant, fucked out sensation in his lower back, so he drops back onto the bed instead against his will. ]
REPORTER AU!!!!! GARBAGE!!!!!!!!!!!
He's in Steve's apartment. He's on Steve's bed. He's sitting on Steve Rogers' dick, and there's a rubber in him that they should probably get rid of.
Oh no. Oh no.
The sad thing is he can remember the point of it, too. He'd come to have a chat with Steve about Peggy Carter for the story, and the more Steve talked about her the more Logan's handwriting went to shit, and then something in him had felt jealous, and he'd dropped the paper and pen entirely and pulled Steve forward and kissed him and...
And. Oh God. Logan had sex with him because he was jealous. ]
I. Uh. [ The way he lifts himself is smooth up until Logan has to support his weight on his knees, because he feels wobbly and unstable and it's all he can do to land on his side by Steve instead of on top of the man entirely. ] I.
I left the tape recorder... it's going in the other room. [ He tries to sit up, but there is a pleasant, fucked out sensation in his lower back, so he drops back onto the bed instead against his will. ]
...fuck.