Scott was asleep when Logan showed up in his room. It was late and Logan hadn’t
expected to find him awake. On the other hand, he hadn’t expected to find Scott
sprawled across the bed fully clothed, either. He stood still, looking at him
for a minute. The room was dark, but Logan’s heightened senses picked up enough
light from the hallway and the digital clock by the bed to see perfectly well.
There were tears drying on Scott’s cheeks. Ruby quartz glasses and a leather
bound journal were on the bed close to hand. But Scott’s face looked peaceful,
serene. Logan picked up both the diary and the glasses and put them on the
night stand by the bed. Sitting down next to Scott, he ran his hand through his
lover’s hair saying, “Hey Sleeping Beauty. You want to take off your clothes
and get into bed?”

Scott startled awake. Eyes closed tighter, he felt around with his hand. Logan
smoothed the clenched eyelids saying, “They’re closed enough. It’s okay. Relax.
I’ve got your glasses. You don’t need them now, do you? Nobody’s here but me.”

“What time is it?” Sitting up, rubbing his closed eyelids now.

“1:30.”

“Did you just finish rounds?”

“Yeah.” Stroking the side of Scott’s face now.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh huh. Kids all where they’re supposed to be. Perimeter’s secure.” Tugging on
Scott’s t-shirt he added, “At least take this off. I’ll rub your back.”

Scott pulled off his shirt and lay prone on the bed again. Logan kicked off his
shoes, and climbed on top of him, straddling, rubbing his shoulders and back.
“Everything okay with you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Better than I’ve been for a while.”

“You ready to tell me what’s going on?” Strong strokes up and down Scott’s back
as he asked.

“Charles’s journals. You were right – I should have considered more whether I
really wanted to know what’s in them. I found out some things that shook me up.
But I’ve kept reading. I think I’m better off the more I know.”

“I think you are, too.”

“You don’t know what I found out.”

“I know. I’ll listen if you want to tell me. If you don’t that’s okay. I just
think you’re right – better to know more. I’ve found out some bad shit about my
past. I know it’s not the same thing as finding out about somebody else, but
still. Knowing’s better than not knowing. But you really got to want to know
it, to be ready to find out. You’re ready now, Scott. That’s why you’re
reading them. It took me a long time to be ready to find out about me.”

“I *think* I’m ready. I wasn’t so sure when I started reading them.” Scott
sighed, focusing on Logan’s hands rubbing him. “That feels so good. You’ve got
the best hands.”

Logan pulled Scott’s pants and boxers off of him, tossing them out of the way.
He looked at him stretched out there for a minute, then pulled his own clothes
off and got back on top of his lover. Straddling him farther down, sitting on
Scott’s legs, rubbing his cheeks and bending down to lick him right where the
crack began, eliciting a moan that made his cock twitch. “That what you been
talking to Worthington about?” he asked, refocusing – with some effort – on what
they’d been discussing. “What you found in the diaries?”

“Yeah. Warren and Jean. They knew him then. With Hank dead, they’re the only
ones left who did.”

“Not ‘Ro?”

“Not right in the beginning. She came along a little later. It was just me at
first, then Jean. Then Warren and Hank, together.”

“Like that picture in your office – the four of you.”

“Yeah. We *were* the X-Men then. Not much of a team – four kids learning how
to be superheroes and just plain dumb luck none of us died trying.” He sighed
again, Logan’s fingers and mouth on his cheeks and thighs. “There’s lube in the
nightstand drawer.”

“I don’t need it. Not yet. We’re not gonna fuck, not right now.”

“Whatever you say.” Scott thought for a minute. “You believe me, don’t you?
That I’ve been talking to Warren about Charles? Not doing anything else with
him?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nah. I may be too possessive like you said, but I’m not asking for all your
time, for all of you.” He slapped Scott lightly on the ass. “As long as this
is mine.” Then lying down on top of him, reaching under to grab onto his hard
cock, rubbing up and down the shaft, “And this. Mine, eh?”

“Oh yes.”

Logan climbed off of Scott, lying on his side on the bed next to him. “Turn over
on your back. I want to suck on it.”

Scott did as he was told. Logan leaned down and licked the underside of Scott’s
cock, slowly, balls to head and then back down, taking time to savor the taste
and the feelings. Scott’s fingers were in his hair, twisting and pulling, his
moans full of longing. Logan lifted his head, looking at Scott’s face, eyes
closed and mouth open.

“I love the sounds you make when I do you, Scott. I’m gonna suck the cum out of
you, see what kinds of sounds I get then.” Leaning his head back down, he took
the cock head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. And then sucking
hard and deep, taking the whole shaft in and pulling all the way to the top, and
back again. In and out, deep and strong, rubbing with his tongue and throat the
whole time. One hand on Scott’s thigh, the other under him, finger teasing the
opening, then pushing in. He held it inside there as he sucked and licked and
tugged with his lips.

Scott was pulling on Logan’s hair now, whimpering and crying and breathing hard.
Logan couldn’t see his face, but he knew his eyes were closed tightly, tears
squeezing out of them. “Oh God!” he was saying, and “Oh Logan!” and “Oh yes!”
and then just a loud “Oh!” as the cum spurted, filling Logan’s mouth and sliding
down his throat.

They kissed afterwards. “That was so good,” Scott whispered in his ear. “You
always know what I need.”

“Lie face down again.” Slicking his cock, then spreading Scott’s cheeks and
pushing it in.

“You’re so easy to get into right after you cum. Good and tight, but relaxed,
easy. Yeah, move with me. You got it.” Fucking him slow and strong, legs
intertwined, hands on top of Scott’s, fingers interlaced holding him down.
“Yes. Fuck. Good.” And then no more talk, just movement and heavy breathing
and his cock shooting deep in his lover’s hole.
Logan rolled off of him afterwards. Lying on his back, he patted Scott on the
ass. ”Mine?” he asked.

“Yours.” After a pause, “Can I reclaim my glasses now?”

“Sure.” Logan reached to get them, hand brushing the journal. “You were right,
you know.”

“What about?”

“We’re damned lucky we’re still hot for each other. Just looking at you gets me
going. It’s never been like that for me, not lasting like this. It’s got to
mean something.”

“We’re a good match.”

“So, do you want to tell me what you’re finding out? I know I wasn’t around to
know what he was like then, but I can still listen. And I might be able to
offer something.”

“Of course you can, Logan. You’ve got a lot to offer.”

“Besides a good time?”

“In addition to a good time.” Logan chuckled at that. “You’ve told me lots
about your past as it came back to you. We’ve puzzled it out together. Maybe
you can do the same for me.” He hesitated. ‘I just – well, some of the stuff
in the early entries was kind of shaking my faith in Charles.” He threw an arm
over Logan’s chest. “He talks about me – in the beginning – like I’m just some
tool, some new device he’s found, or even one that he’s inventing. It was hard
to talk about with you.”

“You mean ‘cause Jeannie and Worthington told you how wonderful he was, anyway,
and you figured I wouldn’t’ve?”

“Yeah, something like that. Charles cared about the whole human race, mutant
and non-. He had a vision. He had charisma. But sometimes he didn’t have the
individual involvement, caring about specific people, you know? I knew that
about him, I always knew it. But it was hard to see that applied to me.” He
kissed Logan on the shoulder. “You’re the opposite. You don’t give a shit
about the human race. You’d never kill or die for an idea. But the people you
care about – that’s who you’ll risk your life for. Charles learned to care
about individuals, over time.”

“Hey, give me long enough and maybe I’ll learn to care about ideas.” They both
laughed. Logan added, “So did he know what happened to your father?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“I just don’t think you could have hid it from him all those years. He knew
your brain too well. He was a real fucking powerful telepath. Jeannie didn’t
know you were gay, and she was doing it with you for years, but the Professor
knew you were into men. How could he not know this? I know you tried not to
think about it, but it was still there.”

“True. It turns out he knew a lot I didn’t realize he knew. He didn’t tell me
what he knew, what he was doing.”

“That’s him all over.”

“Yeah, I know.” He paused. “Do you want to hear about it? This part I haven’t
told anyone else.”

“Not even Worthington?”

“Nope. I don’t want him to know, just you.”

“Yeah, I wanna hear it.”

“Charles went to Indiana. It was about a year after I got here. Right after
Jean had joined us. He saw my mother. He never told me.”

“I gather she was just as friendly to him as she was when Adam found her last
year.”

“Exactly. What did you say about her and Oliver’s mother? That they could get
together and start a cold, heartless bitch club? You were dead right. It was a
kindness, really, that he didn’t tell me. Or at least he meant it to be.”

“He didn’t want you to know she didn’t want you back?” He felt Scott nodding
against his shoulder. “I tell you – knowing’s better than not knowing. It took
me a long time to realize that.”

“I know. I don’t blame Charles for not realizing. And, like *you* said –
you’ve got to be ready. There was no way I was ready for that information then
and Charles knew it. He knew I needed to feel secure in his love, not the
rejection of my mother. I feel like – whatever his intent at the beginning,
whatever his limitations – by that point he truly loved me. What he did he did
out of love.”

“So, that’s good.”

“Yeah.”

“But there’s something else? Something that wasn’t so good?”

“How do you know?”

“I know you. Something’s bugging you still.”

“Yeah, and it’s something I don’t want anyone else on the team to know about,
only you.”

“I can keep my mouth shut.”

“I know it.”

“What is it?”

“He found out about Alex. He knew he was in that juvenile detention center. I
haven’t read the next volume yet, but I think Charles went to see him. That’s
what it says at the end of this one, that he’s going to go find him. And try to
help him, bring him here when he’d finished his sentence.”

“Then why didn’t the Professor bring him here when he got out? Why didn’t he
tell you about him? And why didn’t Alex tell you he knew him?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Alex doesn’t know it was Charles. Maybe Charles went
there under an assumed name.”

“Even if he did, Alex has got to know now. I mean, how many bald mutant
telepaths in wheelchairs are there? He’d have to realize who it was.”

“Maybe Charles used his mind control to wipe his memory. I don’t know.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“I know. And I have such a bad feeling about this, like I might find something
out I really don’t want to know. But you’re right - knowing is better than not
knowing. I’ll read some more tomorrow. I’ll tell you about it. You’ll help me
with this? Listen to me? Help me understand it?”

“Sure. We can talk about it some more tomorrow, after you’ve read more.” He
leaned in and kissed Scott, tongue stroking his. “Right now, I want to fuck you
again. What do you say, Cyclops?”

“Yeah.”


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