[ Logan's sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, so. It doesn't take much effort to scoot some and pat the newly-freed space at his side. ]
[ Logan still feels sorry for the bluntness. It churns in his stomach-- which didn't used to happen, not really, and he hates every bit of it.
It takes some effort, and a few false starts here and there, but eventually his hand brushes over Steve's before he holds it. Logan frowns slightly, looking down at his own lap. ]
You'll fix it. [ The words come out quiet, but honest. ] I know you will.
[He smiles, taking Logan's hand in his and threading the fingers together. He does it easily, closing his eyes and resting his head on Logan's shoulder.]
Something drastic will come up and make me, I'm sure of it. That's how things go. You know it. End of the world, etc...
[ Though he stiffens a bit when Steve's weight presses against him, Logan calms easily in a beat. He's just not used to-- this, to the affection. But the warmth and scent of him and the way Logan can hear Steve breathe are some of the most comforting sensations he knows.
His grip tightens a little. If he could shield Steve from all the terrible things in the world, he would. ]
[A soft smile. A gentle chuckle. He knows what the world doesn't like.] After Sokovia, they don't really like us 'gifted' people either. Inhumans is the new, popular term for us.
[He sighed, rolling over slightly and draping an arm over Logan, curling up beside him.]
You have saved the world. They just don't know it. If they knew what Erik had tried to do, they'd be throwing you a parade. I like you, that's what matters.
[He smiled at Logan, his head tilting to the side and leaning forward. He pressed his forehead to Logan's, staring at him.] From the world's leading authority on waiting too long, it's not a good thing to do.
[He smiled right back, leaning in to gently let his tongue glide along Logan's bottom lip. One hand moves up to the back of his neck, keeping him close.]
I do like to be a bad influence. I just need more practice at it.
[ The shiver that crawls down his spine would be mortifying if it happened around anyone else. As it is, Logan just uses his free hand to slide up Steve's chest and curl lightly into his shirt, a growl building in the base of his throat. ]
You can practise on me whenever you want. [ A deeper kiss, then-- long and lingering, and Logan moves their joined hands to guide Steve's fingers to rest on his hip. ]
[Strong hands move down to his hips, just like he can tell Logan wants him to. He let's the man guide him, meeting the deeper kiss with passion. Soft lips. Gentle moans. He sighs into the embrace, letting Logan do whatever he wants.
He always will.]
And you can practice on me... Though I think you're already good at the bad influence part.
What're you talking about? [ If he's a little breathless after a kiss like that, it's Steve's fault. Making sure those hands stay on him, Logan's leg reaches out just enough to support him as he presses Steve's back to the mattress.
His own hands fall on Steve's chest, knees sunk into the bed, and he gives him another kiss-- a dip of his tongue between his lips, a slow and lazy curl of pressure. ]
[A groan slips out as Steve is pushed back against the bed. He goes easily, not putting up a fight at the way Logan touches him. Strong fingers dig into Logan's hips, keeping him there as his tongue glides lightly against Logan's.]
[ Jesus fucking Christ, being praised really gets to his head. In the back of his mind he has the decency to want to kick himself for it, but for the most part it only leaves him more enthusiastic in his kissing. One hand touches the curve of Steve's jaw and the other drags its nails oh-so carefully down the length of Steve's torso, and Logan shivers as his head tilts and the kiss is deepened just so for it.
Though he breaks away to breathe, he tilts Steve's head up just enough to kiss his throat. ]
You're just saying that. [ His voice is little more than a low murmur, fingers slipping beneath Steve's shirt to press up his stomach as his kisses move to the side of his neck. ]
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Just take my apology, OK?
And please come to bed. This time I really want to hold you.
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I don't know, I take up a lot of space...
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I'll whine about you being too hard on yourself, mark my words
But you're never too hard for me.
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Hey.
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[ Logan's sitting on the bed and leaning against the headboard, so. It doesn't take much effort to scoot some and pat the newly-freed space at his side. ]
C'mere.
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Hey.
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It takes some effort, and a few false starts here and there, but eventually his hand brushes over Steve's before he holds it. Logan frowns slightly, looking down at his own lap. ]
You'll fix it. [ The words come out quiet, but honest. ] I know you will.
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[He smiles, taking Logan's hand in his and threading the fingers together. He does it easily, closing his eyes and resting his head on Logan's shoulder.]
Something drastic will come up and make me, I'm sure of it. That's how things go. You know it. End of the world, etc...
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[ Though he stiffens a bit when Steve's weight presses against him, Logan calms easily in a beat. He's just not used to-- this, to the affection. But the warmth and scent of him and the way Logan can hear Steve breathe are some of the most comforting sensations he knows.
His grip tightens a little. If he could shield Steve from all the terrible things in the world, he would. ]
Least we got you to save it, huh.
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[He's grateful for the comfort, even if he knows it's not Logan's natural default. He waits, patiently, for the man to get comfortable.]
Got you too.
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[ Doesn't like muties, and the dislike-- the hatred, really-- stretches out to Logan and his team.
He leans his own head to the side, nose touching Steve's hair. ]
If we tried to save the world like you, they'd just be scared of us.
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[He sighed, rolling over slightly and draping an arm over Logan, curling up beside him.]
You have saved the world. They just don't know it. If they knew what Erik had tried to do, they'd be throwing you a parade. I like you, that's what matters.
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(But it's prickling on the back of his neck, too, so what's the use?) ]
I like you, too. [ Steve probably already knows that, though. ]
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[He smiled, giving Logan's hand a squeeze.]
It's not a bad thing. I won't tell your secret. I know you have a rep to protect.
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[ Logan sinks, slipping onto his side so he can look at Steve properly.
And he brings his hand up to kiss Steve's knuckles. ]
Just... you know. It's been a long time.
A long time since I've liked anyone like this.
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[He smiled at Logan, his head tilting to the side and leaning forward. He pressed his forehead to Logan's, staring at him.] From the world's leading authority on waiting too long, it's not a good thing to do.
[And then he kissed him.]
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Well, [ he murmurs quietly into his mouth ] if you're going to encourage me like this...
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[He smiled right back, leaning in to gently let his tongue glide along Logan's bottom lip. One hand moves up to the back of his neck, keeping him close.]
I do like to be a bad influence. I just need more practice at it.
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You can practise on me whenever you want. [ A deeper kiss, then-- long and lingering, and Logan moves their joined hands to guide Steve's fingers to rest on his hip. ]
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[Strong hands move down to his hips, just like he can tell Logan wants him to. He let's the man guide him, meeting the deeper kiss with passion. Soft lips. Gentle moans. He sighs into the embrace, letting Logan do whatever he wants.
He always will.]
And you can practice on me... Though I think you're already good at the bad influence part.
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His own hands fall on Steve's chest, knees sunk into the bed, and he gives him another kiss-- a dip of his tongue between his lips, a slow and lazy curl of pressure. ]
Mm... I've been nothin' but good.
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[A groan slips out as Steve is pushed back against the bed. He goes easily, not putting up a fight at the way Logan touches him. Strong fingers dig into Logan's hips, keeping him there as his tongue glides lightly against Logan's.]
Nobody is better than you.
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Though he breaks away to breathe, he tilts Steve's head up just enough to kiss his throat. ]
You're just saying that. [ His voice is little more than a low murmur, fingers slipping beneath Steve's shirt to press up his stomach as his kisses move to the side of his neck. ]
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