You -- [ Steve's breath is warm on his skin. Logan shivers. ] Yup. Yeah. You should totally...
[ Except when he turns his head and finds Steve's mouth Logan doesn't find the right amount of control to pull away. He didn't earlier, when he was bothered about Peggy and wanted to make Steve want him more than he'd ever wanted her (petty, petty, petty), and he doesn't now, when he's still riding some incredible post-sex waves and Steve is smiling at him like that, holy shit (horny, horny, horny?).
It's too easy to pull Steve on top of him and mutter something stupid about how high-quality lube means Steve won't even have to prep him again, and the repeat performance that follows after is even easier. It's shorter, understandably, because they're both still sensitive from earlier, and the fact that none of them have an extra condom means Steve makes a mess of Logan's belly, but -- God, it's good.
By the end of it Logan is gasping for breath with his head pressed back to the pillow, his hips sinking lazily once his legs slip from where they'd wrapped around Steve's waist. Instead of rolling on his side again, however, he reaches up, one hand for the back of Steve's head to pull him down on top of him.
It makes the mess even messier. Logan revels in this, and kisses Steve on the lips. ] Why are you so good at this.
[ The way Logan shivers is something that Steve is quick to notice, and he takes it as an invitation to keep going. If anything, he wants to draw more shivers out of him. He wants this sensation that he feels taking over last as long as possible, and that’s why he has no objection to the way that Logan kisses him.
If anything, the way Steve kisses him is hungrily, as if desperate to feel him close again. It’s probably giving away how much he has been wanting this, but he can’t be bothered to care. He’s too focused on Logan, on how it feels to be inside of him, on the way his body feels against his, and everything else feels like details he can’t be bothered to think about.
As Logan sinks back into bed, Steve tries to catch his breath. But then there’s Logan, bringing him forward, and Steve lets out a quiet laugh as he lands on top of him. He uses his forearms to support his upper body, mainly because he doesn’t want to rest his whole weight on him, but it’s fine. He’s loving this.
At his question, he blinks in surprise. ]
You think I’m good at this? [ It’s not modesty, either. Steve is legitimately surprised by what Logan said. ] I’ve always thought I’m... well. Not the best.
Maybe that's why you're so good. [ There's another kiss there, and Logan sets his hand on Steve's side to hold him there whilst the other finds the curve of his cheek once more. His palm rests over the softer, textured skin of Steve's scars, but he's clearly not too bothered, if he even notices it at all. ]
Always the eager ones.
[ Not like Logan really has a boatload of experience, but college had been en eye-opening experience in his freshman year.
His thumb rubs circles into Steve's side, and the hand on his cheek gently strokes over the corner of his brow with the tip of his index finger. ]
[ The admittance is said with a small smile, looking almost sheepish. He tries to hide it by leaning down to press a kiss against his shoulder, but it doesn’t change the way the back of his neck feels warmer all of a sudden. Especially when he turns to Logan and he speaks again, his voice a little softer. ]
I don’t get to do this a lot. The quiet moments, the...being with someone like this. I can’t ‘let in’ the wrong person, because of what I do, and everything else that comes with it.
[ Hell, just letting Logan rest a hand on his side is a huge thing for him. Because it’d be safer to pull away, or look for his shirt - or just stopping it altogether before it all began - but here they are. ]
I’m not trying to freak you out, and I don’t expect a commitment of any kind, so don’t think that’s where I’m going with this. But...you’re special to me. I trust you. [ A small smile crosses his lips. ] You got under my skin before I could realize what was happening.
[ I'm a reporter, it's what I do hangs on his tongue, but even while he thinks it Logan knows that isn't true. From the beginning he hasn't been a hundred percent professional -- whether it was the distaste he felt for what Steve stood for in American culture or the way he kept complaining about his assignment with the man behind his back -- and so instead he manages a smile of his own before teasingly shoving at his face with his palm. ]
You know, it ain't your job to be poetic. [ But he likes it, and he likes this, and it's nice to know Steve isn't thinking about it being a long-term solution in that relief-through-non-obligation sense. Logan's not going to think about what his other senses feel about it. He especially doesn't think about the part of him that's still jealous of Peggy Carter, deep down. ]
...but I get it.
[ The hand on Steve's side moves, slipping onto his back so Logan can wrap an arm around him and kiss the side of his head. ]
Feels nice to be close to people. [ Another kiss. ] But we are dating. [ Fake dating, but who's counting? ]
We just skipped a couple stages past hand-holding.
[ Steve chuckles softly under his breath at the way he shoves his face. Feeling his hand move from his side makes him feel oddly cold, as if somehow he has been getting used to the warmth of his touch there, and he smiles at what he says. ]
It’s nice to be close to you.
[ Steve has tried to be close to people. Half the time it doesn’t really work. That’s another reason why this feels so perfect, and he moves so he can rest his head against Logan’s shoulder. ]
Mm, I’m not complaining. [ He closes his eyes for a moment, not because he wants to sleep necessarily, but he’s just...happy. It’s nice to feel that again. ]
You’re pretty good, you know. [ Steve doesn’t look up, but the soft teasing tone is easy to distinguish. ] For a fake boyfriend and all.
[ It's hard not to laugh at the compliment, but it's even harder not to feel pleased by it. Steve's head is heavy enough against Logan's shoulder that he doesn't have to question whether it's real or not, and he slings an arm around his middle as he touches the tip of his nose to the top of his head.
He'd kiss it, but... somehow that feels more intimate than even the sex had been. ]
Guess being a boyfriend's like riding a bike. [ His arm tightens almost protectively around Steve's waist, and his fingers curl in to keep his hold steady. ]
I know I'm at least good at riding you.
[ Oh, the grin on his face is probably horrible. ]
[ He likes this. It's impossible to not get comfortable when he can feel how warm Logan is, how reassured he is just by feeling his arm around his waist, and god. As much as Steve had wanted this moment to happen, he could have never expected it to feel like this.
A small chuckle rumbles out of his throat, shifting slightly so that he could press a kiss against Logan's chest. ]
Yeah, you are very good at that.
[ He presses another kiss against his chest, this time lingering for a moment. ]
[ There's a soft laugh before Logan can stop himself from doing it, the pressure of Steve's fingers surprising enough to tickle. He presses his lips together tight to suppress the sound before he laughs more, then looks away with a small clear of his throat. ]
Think that's the game changer, actually. [ It's hard to sound nonchalant. ]
[ It’s impossible to hide the warm grin that spreads on his lips. Not only when he laughs, but also when he agrees to stay.
Shifting his position so he can lean in closer, he kisses his lips before moving back so he can rest his head against Logan’s chest again. He’d argue all day long that no, he isn’t cuddling, but...he’s just comfortable.
Yes, he’s just staying here like this because he’s comfortable. ]
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[ Except when he turns his head and finds Steve's mouth Logan doesn't find the right amount of control to pull away. He didn't earlier, when he was bothered about Peggy and wanted to make Steve want him more than he'd ever wanted her (petty, petty, petty), and he doesn't now, when he's still riding some incredible post-sex waves and Steve is smiling at him like that, holy shit (horny, horny, horny?).
It's too easy to pull Steve on top of him and mutter something stupid about how high-quality lube means Steve won't even have to prep him again, and the repeat performance that follows after is even easier. It's shorter, understandably, because they're both still sensitive from earlier, and the fact that none of them have an extra condom means Steve makes a mess of Logan's belly, but -- God, it's good.
By the end of it Logan is gasping for breath with his head pressed back to the pillow, his hips sinking lazily once his legs slip from where they'd wrapped around Steve's waist. Instead of rolling on his side again, however, he reaches up, one hand for the back of Steve's head to pull him down on top of him.
It makes the mess even messier. Logan revels in this, and kisses Steve on the lips. ] Why are you so good at this.
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If anything, the way Steve kisses him is hungrily, as if desperate to feel him close again. It’s probably giving away how much he has been wanting this, but he can’t be bothered to care. He’s too focused on Logan, on how it feels to be inside of him, on the way his body feels against his, and everything else feels like details he can’t be bothered to think about.
As Logan sinks back into bed, Steve tries to catch his breath. But then there’s Logan, bringing him forward, and Steve lets out a quiet laugh as he lands on top of him. He uses his forearms to support his upper body, mainly because he doesn’t want to rest his whole weight on him, but it’s fine. He’s loving this.
At his question, he blinks in surprise. ]
You think I’m good at this? [ It’s not modesty, either. Steve is legitimately surprised by what Logan said. ] I’ve always thought I’m... well. Not the best.
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Always the eager ones.
[ Not like Logan really has a boatload of experience, but college had been en eye-opening experience in his freshman year.
His thumb rubs circles into Steve's side, and the hand on his cheek gently strokes over the corner of his brow with the tip of his index finger. ]
You kiss me like you think I'm gonna leave.
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[ The admittance is said with a small smile, looking almost sheepish. He tries to hide it by leaning down to press a kiss against his shoulder, but it doesn’t change the way the back of his neck feels warmer all of a sudden. Especially when he turns to Logan and he speaks again, his voice a little softer. ]
I don’t get to do this a lot. The quiet moments, the...being with someone like this. I can’t ‘let in’ the wrong person, because of what I do, and everything else that comes with it.
[ Hell, just letting Logan rest a hand on his side is a huge thing for him. Because it’d be safer to pull away, or look for his shirt - or just stopping it altogether before it all began - but here they are. ]
I’m not trying to freak you out, and I don’t expect a commitment of any kind, so don’t think that’s where I’m going with this. But...you’re special to me. I trust you. [ A small smile crosses his lips. ] You got under my skin before I could realize what was happening.
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You know, it ain't your job to be poetic. [ But he likes it, and he likes this, and it's nice to know Steve isn't thinking about it being a long-term solution in that relief-through-non-obligation sense. Logan's not going to think about what his other senses feel about it. He especially doesn't think about the part of him that's still jealous of Peggy Carter, deep down. ]
...but I get it.
[ The hand on Steve's side moves, slipping onto his back so Logan can wrap an arm around him and kiss the side of his head. ]
Feels nice to be close to people. [ Another kiss. ] But we are dating. [ Fake dating, but who's counting? ]
We just skipped a couple stages past hand-holding.
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It’s nice to be close to you.
[ Steve has tried to be close to people. Half the time it doesn’t really work. That’s another reason why this feels so perfect, and he moves so he can rest his head against Logan’s shoulder. ]
Mm, I’m not complaining. [ He closes his eyes for a moment, not because he wants to sleep necessarily, but he’s just...happy. It’s nice to feel that again. ]
You’re pretty good, you know. [ Steve doesn’t look up, but the soft teasing tone is easy to distinguish. ] For a fake boyfriend and all.
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He'd kiss it, but... somehow that feels more intimate than even the sex had been. ]
Guess being a boyfriend's like riding a bike. [ His arm tightens almost protectively around Steve's waist, and his fingers curl in to keep his hold steady. ]
I know I'm at least good at riding you.
[ Oh, the grin on his face is probably horrible. ]
Mm, you're gonna make me not want to move.
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A small chuckle rumbles out of his throat, shifting slightly so that he could press a kiss against Logan's chest. ]
Yeah, you are very good at that.
[ He presses another kiss against his chest, this time lingering for a moment. ]
...you say that like it's a bad thing.
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And he thinks he'll kill Steve Rogers for making his heart flutter, if he doesn't try to get him in bed again first. ]
You want me to stay? [ A beat. ] The... night, I mean.
[ He hates himself. ]
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I'd like you to stay, yes. If you don't want to, though, I'll understand.
[ He brushes his fingers along Logan's side, as if memorizing the muscles his fingertips keep smoothing over. ]
I make some pretty good pancakes, so...you know. In case that affects your decision any.
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Think that's the game changer, actually. [ It's hard to sound nonchalant. ]
Throw in bananas and I'm yours. [ Blink. ] Uh.
You know, for the night.
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Shifting his position so he can lean in closer, he kisses his lips before moving back so he can rest his head against Logan’s chest again. He’d argue all day long that no, he isn’t cuddling, but...he’s just comfortable.
Yes, he’s just staying here like this because he’s comfortable. ]
Banana pancakes it is, then.