【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Scott cut back on his writing time at Wolverine, moving his keyboarding work home. Logan wasn't upset about this, he just tilted his head to look at the profile of Scott sitting at the desk in the bedroom typing.

"How's your writing going?" Logan drew out his voice deliberately.

"They're making good progress." Scott pursed his lips and gave a short smile, as if pleased with the characters in his dossier. Logan didn't particularly care about that, but he was kind of looking forward to the story, to be honest.The man didn't forget that when Scott took the condom last time, he found those books because he pulled the wrong bedside table drawer. The young man's expression was a gentle smile of surprise and a hint of pride, although the young man was very fast at that time. He was dragged back to the bed by Logan, and was kissed hard on the lips that wanted to make fun of.

Logan curled his lips, and didn't bother him any more, just watched TV by himself.When the typing stopped, Logan felt the bed sink. Scott rolled over and lay down under the covers, stretched, but his back was facing Logan.The young man's voice was muffled by the quilt, and he said softly, "Good night."

Logan stroked his slightly arched back with his hand, and retracted his hand when Scott's body tensed: "Good night."

Time passed so slowly, Logan keenly noticed that Scott was more silent than before, and even the writing time was reduced a lot, he felt a little strange in his heart, but Scott behaved as usual, the man thought it was It's not that I'm overthinking.

One evening, Logan was laying out the tableware. Today he made honey-glazed chicken steak. The grilled chicken steak was placed on the plate, surrounded by mushrooms, cauliflower and carrots, and a layer of vegetarian food was poured on top. The golden honey, illuminated by the light, has a layer of seductive light, which looks quite mouth-watering.

Jim kept barking for joy because of the aroma of the food, and Logan, who was worried that it would climb onto the dining table, could only close the kitchen door cruelly, leaving the big dog scratching the door panel eagerly. Logan looked at his fingers involuntarily when he heard the tooth-piercing sound.

Before he could straighten up, Logan heard Jim's cry move towards the door.Relieved that the scratching had disappeared, Logan walked out of the kitchen to see Scott change into his slippers and enter the apartment. Logan noticed that the young man's expression was a little weird, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Scott shook his head, barely smiling.He put the bag on the cabinet, and instead of going directly to the bedroom to change into more comfortable home clothes as before, he sat at the dining table in a shirt and trousers.

The ceiling lamp reflected a warm yellow halo, which circled the two people who were sitting face to face.

The young man held the cutlery in both hands, intending to cut the crispy outside and tender inside into pieces, but the knife cut the plate from time to time, and he even pushed a piece of carrot onto the table.The young man paused for a moment, and aggravated his movements a little irritably. Immediately there was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing in the quiet environment.

That's pretty rare, considering that it's always Scott who's helplessly picking on Logan's slightly poor table manners, and he rarely makes noise while eating. After several bites of his chicken chops, Logan turned his head slightly to look at Scott, the young man's brows were tightly frowned, and the deep lines were particularly obvious.The glasses covered his eyes, and Logan couldn't see Scott's gaze.

"Hey," Logan curled his fingers and tapped the table with his knuckles, "take it easy, Boy."

Hearing this, Scott took a deep breath, hooked his lips, and then continued his movements, only slightly lighter, unlike the one who almost cut off the plate just now.

The young man forked a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth. Because of the delay just now, it was already a little cold, but the tender meat and the overflowing honey juice were still very delicious, and his expression softened a little. Logan stood up and put his plate in the sink, then turned to check how Jim was doing.Hearing Logan go out to greet Jim, Scott took another piece of chicken with the fork, he opened his mouth slowly, but hesitated when he was about to put it in his mouth, the chicken piece left a sauce in the corner of his mouth Juice marks.

When he finished his dinner, Scott stood up and walked a few steps with the cutlery, placing them on the counter.

Scott was just sitting on the sofa, and Jim, who was full, abandoned Logan decisively, ran over and jumped onto the sofa wagging his tail, resting his furry head on Scott's lap for stroking.

Seeing Jim being coquettish to Scott, Logan curled his lips and muttered something to himself, the not obedient dog only wags his tail at himself every time he wants to eat.

Logan walked into the kitchen, and when he saw the plate on the countertop, he couldn't help turning his head to look at the living room where there was a soothing sound, and then he looked again at the plate on the edge of the countertop, which was about to fall , pick it up and put it in the sink.

"Logan," Scott called to Logan, who was walking out of the kitchen, casually wiping the water stains on the hem of his jacket.The young man put on his suit jacket, and then said, "I want to go home for a while."

Logan's expression was a little subtle, but he quickly adjusted to a calm state, and just asked, "Where's Jim?"

"It follows me." Scott called to Jim, and the dog trotted over obediently, letting the young man fasten and buckle the collar and leash on the shoe cabinet by the door.

"Now, you can go back tomorrow." Logan turned his head to look at the wall clock above the TV in the living room. Although 10:30 is just the beginning of nightlife in the eyes of some people, the schedule of the two of them is quite regular. Scott Because of night blindness, he doesn't often go out at night.

Scott took Jim to answer, and Logan nodded. He reached out to take the coat off the coat rack: "I'll see you off."

"No need," Scott shook his head, he picked up his handbag and continued, "I'll take a taxi, thank you."

Logan tightened his grip on the coat, and just as he was about to say something more, Scott repeated in an emotionless tone, "Thanks, Logan."

The sound of the door closing was soft but inescapable, and Logan felt that something unseen had followed Scott and Jim away. Logan stood on the spot with his arms folded, sure enough those slight ailments were not the illusion of a man.He didn't want to push Scott too hard, Logan wanted to give Scott time and space to adjust to the changes in his body. Scott didn't pack what he left here, which meant he'd be back, they just weren't sure when.

Logan doesn't like uncertainty, and patience isn't his strong suit, but now he just let out a long breath of stagnant breath, and calmly accepted the arrangement Scott gave him.

Back home, the empty and dark room made Scott feel a little relieved, he let Jim go and went straight to the shower.Drenched, he sat on the edge of the bed and scratched his hair irritably.He took the checklist out of his handbag and locked it in a desk drawer. He was mentally prepared for it, but when those symptoms came, Scott couldn't help but panic, out of subconscious self-defense , he just wants to be alone now.

Outside the door, the sound of Jim running back and forth gradually weakened, and the dog, which had not been home for a long time, had vented its joy.The soft bed without another person's body temperature and breathing seemed unusually spacious, ignoring the inexplicable emotion, Scott counted his heartbeat and pulse, and slowly fell into a deep sleep.