【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

It was close to noon when Scott woke up, ruffled his messy hair, and shuffled out of the bedroom.The young man saw Logan sitting on the sofa in the living room at a glance, and Jim squatting at his feet watching TV with Mr. Wolf.Hearing the sound of the door, Logan and Jim looked back at him at the same time, Scott looked at the high-synchronous movement of one person and one dog unpreparedly, and couldn't help being taken aback.Seeing him coming out, the big dog barked twice at Scott, and ran over with its tail flicking around Scott's feet.After receiving a reassuring head rub from Scott, the big dog also ran away contentedly.

"Hello, Scott." Logan stood up, walked to his side, and naturally raised his hand to touch his forehead, "Yes, the fever is gone, what do you want to eat?"

"What?" Scott hasn't recovered yet, well, after all, anyone who wakes up from a groggy state will be a little surprised to see that there is suddenly another person in the house.

"Then let's have a light meal." Logan raised his eyebrows, patted his face lightly, and walked into the kitchen, ignoring Scott who had a face of "what happened after I fell asleep".

Scott went to wash with question marks all over his head, and then he slowly recalled what happened yesterday, or early this morning, thinking of that hasty kiss, Scott covered his face with a cold wet towel, and wanted to just put Just suffocate yourself.

But, he had to face it anyway, and Scott collected himself and sat down at the dinner table.Seeing the fragrant food on the table, Scott felt that his definition of "light meal" was completely different from Logan's. He looked up at Logan before he started eating.

Perhaps considering that Scott's illness is still not fully recovered, Logan's food is smaller than usual, but the taste is still very good.Filling his stomach with delicious food, Scott put down the cutlery, and before he could speak, the man pushed over a glass of freshly brewed honey lemonade.

"Do I have lemons at home?" Scott asked, taking the water glass, and Logan shrugged without answering.

The young man was wearing glasses, and Logan couldn't see his eyes, but he could sense that Scott, who seemed to be expressionless and drinking lemonade, was nervous now. The man paused and said, "So, what do you mean?"

"I'm just sleepy," Scott replies before he's finished speaking, so fast it feels like he's said it many times, "I love your cooking and nothing else."

Logan raised an eyebrow incredulously, "I'm an idiot to believe you" written in big letters on his face.

Scott knew that it was impossible to fool the past, and those few words were just his last struggle. He was silent for a moment, and said with determination, "I don't want to have a deeper relationship with others."

Logan sat up a little bit, and he stared at the young man with a very calm expression. The man didn't speak, just waiting for Scott to continue to explain.

"You've also seen the glasses I always wear." Scott pointed to the red sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and pushed them up. "I have a problem with my eyes. Maybe I'll be blind at some point."

Seeing that the man wanted to say something, Scott waved his hand. He took a sip of his sweet and sour drink and continued, "I think this is troublesome. I don't want to drag my lover down."

"Hmm... can you write when you can't see?" Logan rubbed his chin.

"Yes." Scott was a little surprised at the question he asked, but he still answered, and justified by the way, "I can live pretty well by myself."

"Then why do you say you are a drag?" Logan asked back indifferently, which made Scott feel a little at a loss, and he didn't know how to refute. Logan continued: "To put it this way, I'm not a perfect boyfriend. It turned out that I was forced by Ororo to see a psychiatrist."

"About what?" Scott was a little curious, but then he realized that it must have something to do with Logan's military career.

"PTSD or something." Logan's answer proved it, "but don't worry too much, I won't stab you with a knife while you are asleep." He said it so naturally, as if the two had already slept together As if, Scott felt that it would make a fuss if he was a little embarrassed about it.

"I don't think you'd stick a knife under your pillow, would you?" Scott felt his body relax, he knew what the words meant, but he couldn't deny Logan's attraction to him.

Every time I think of the arc of the back when Logan bends over to make desserts in Wolverine, sometimes he licks off the icing on his fingertips to compare the sweetness, and when the man brings the cake with a scent of cream, steadily Delivered to himself, the teasing with a slightly boastful tone can make Scott forget the upset mood caused by the bottleneck of writing, and smile unconsciously.

Not to mention the gentle and careful side hidden under the rough exterior that Scott gradually discovered in the process of getting along with Logan.The reason why the children in the orphanage like him is that he is the only one who can make delicious biscuits.

Also, Scott didn't know why he set Logan on speed dial when he obviously hadn't contacted a man on the phone, but all of this still developed naturally to this point.

"Of course not," Logan unconsciously relaxed his furrowed brows when he heard the words, and he continued following Scott's words, "unless I can eject a knife from my hand." In front of him, the tensed arm muscles immediately showed a full sense of presence, and the man also put on a rather menacing expression. Although it looked a little scary, Scott was amused and laughed.

The young man smiled happily, revealing his well-arranged white teeth, one of the sharp canines was particularly eye-catching, and the depression on his left cheek caused by the laugh lines at the corner of his lips warmed Logan's heart, and he also curled up his lips .The two came out of the kitchen and stood in front of the sofa in the living room, facing each other silly.

"That's it?" Logan took a step forward, because the two were about the same size, Logan found that Scott's glasses reflected his own figure clearly.

"That's it." Scott replied.

The young man saw the man stretch out his hand, making a gesture to take off his glasses, and quickly closed his eyes: "Logan?"

"do not move."

This is the first time Logan has seen Scott's full face. The young man is handsome and has a deep outline. It is probably because of wearing sunglasses for a long time that the skin around his eyes is a little lighter. Scott's eyes were closed tightly due to photophobia, and even his brows were wrinkled, so Logan stretched out his right hand to cover his eyes, and he could feel Scott's long and curly eyelashes brushing against his palm, and it was a little itchy to the touch.

The next moment, Logan tilted his head slightly and kissed Scott's lips. Because the fever had just subsided, Scott's lips were dry and cracked, like the rough hard shell of a fruit. Logan licked his tongue into the young man's slightly parted lips, sweeping away the moisture as if attacking a city. The inside of his mouth was warm, like smooth pulp, and the man even tasted a hint of the sweetness of the honey lemonade Scott had just drank.

Scott didn't let the kiss go any deeper, he stepped back a little and took the glasses from Logan's hands and put them back on: "I'm still having a cold, don't catch it."

"No, I'm in good health." Logan grinned and licked his lips unconsciously.

Scott felt a little tired, and the muscle soreness caused by the high fever swept over his body again. He waved at the man and turned to go to the bedroom.When he was lying on the bed, the young man turned his head to look at Logan who followed him and said helplessly, "Shouldn't you be going to work?"

"I'll wait for you to sleep before going." Logan replied nonchalantly. He also secretly felt that the curtains in Scott's bedroom had a good blackout effect. If it wasn't for his slightly better senses than ordinary people, he would hardly be able to find where Scott was. It was still in the middle of the day.

The young man wanted to say something, but he felt the man suddenly bent down and kissed his forehead. The rough stubble brushed his skin and felt itchy, but Scott didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Go to sleep, dinner is in the refrigerator, you can eat it when you get hungry, and I have arranged for Jim's, so you don't have to worry." Logan touched the young man's forehead that was dripping with cold sweat, and deliberately lowered his voice to comfort him.

"Thanks..." Scott closed his eyes in response.

"Something...let Jim call me." Logan was not surprised to hear an exasperated "Logan".He snorted harmlessly. Scott was indeed tired and stopped talking. After a while, the bedroom was quiet again, and only his slight and regular breathing could be heard.

Logan made sure that Scott was sleeping soundly, and then walked out of the bedroom lightly, closing the door, and he saw Jim, who had also finished his lunch, sitting at the door of the bedroom with a tennis ball in his mouth, as if about to scratch the door.

"Shh, good boy, go play over there." Logan knelt down and stroked Jim's fur, then took the ball and threw it into its den, the German Shepherd chased after it, biting the tennis ball, and it looked up to see Logan leave Looking at his back, he could only let go, and Jim lay on his stomach in the nest, playing with the ball by himself.

Stepping on the motorcycle, Logan suddenly stopped his movements. He didn't know what to think of. He smiled to himself, and a few lines of laughter appeared beside his narrowed eyes.