There was only so much an omega could do to keep their heats from getting in the way of things when suppressants didn't work on them. In Logan's case, it meant he kept track of his cycles religiously and secluded himself for the entirety of them-- a habit that all the X-Men were all right with, given Logan didn't have much of a choice otherwise. For a long time this seclusion had been an individual endeavour, but recently (and for a few years now, really, even if to someone who'd lived for over a century "a few years" was only a blip in time) Logan had been shacking up with the first alpha he'd ever loved since Kayla, and God, the thought of it is still dizzying in its own right.
Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."
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Ask him what he did to deserve anyone like Nathan and he wouldn't be able to give a proper answer. Even beyond the heats, beyond the bond they shared (marked with the shape of Nathan's teeth ever-present on the back of Logan's neck), Logan genuinely loved him. And liked him, which was probably more important in the long run. Just the thought of seeing him again, even if Logan spent all his weekends with him already, had him excited in a way he'd never felt for anything (or anyone) else in the longest fucking time. Maybe that was love. Maybe that was what it was supposed to feel like.
Either way, Logan's eyes were always brighter when he was with him.
This time, however, that excitement came with an apprehension, and throughout the drive Logan made to Nathan's place, he found himself mulling over the topic in his head more than he'd ever done before. The uncertainty of it was so bad it almost made him forget about the fact that his heat was going to be starting in its entirety in only a handful of hours, too.
Even now, those handful of hours later, after having a meal with Nathan and speaking with Nathan and returning to his bedroom with him, Logan finds himself frowning slightly where he sits on the edge of the bed. He hasn't gotten his clothes off despite the fact that his face is starting to warm, too afraid of asking what he wants to ask to really do it. The muscles of his thighs are clenching as his heat truly begins to manifest physically, and once Nathan is turned his way, Logan looks up at him and makes his move.
His fingers curl lightly into the bedsheets beneath him. "What do you think about a family?" A pause, as Logan crinkles his nose. That's a stupid question. He knows well enough that Nathan likes children, knows that he's the sort of man to want a home life like that. God. "I mean-- not in general. Sorry.
"Uh." Fuck. He can't remember the last time he'd ever felt this afraid of rejection. "It's just... what about having one?" Unable to keep his head lifted and his gaze matching Nathan's own, Logan turns away, a hand lifting to rub the side of his index finger against the end of his nose. "With, uh, me."