【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

The room was very dark, and Logan couldn't see the outline of his lover very clearly. The soft white quilt was just a bright color block in the dark room. Logan stared intently at the person on the bed, and Scott, who was asleep, turned over in the quilt, and the shadow of the color block arched in an arc.

Logan watched for a while, until he was sure that Scott was soundly asleep, and the man turned and walked out of the bedroom, where he slept in the guest room and had a dreamless night.

Scott turned his head to look at the head of the bed, the time scale pointed by the alarm clock pointer was shining with faint fluorescence, and the young man squinted his eyes to recognize it and knew that he was getting up late.He opened the door and smelled a familiar aroma coming from the kitchen, which made his movements pause.The young man deliberately walked lightly to the source of the aroma. He saw Logan wearing a half-length apron. The man frowned habitually, with a serious expression, and was carefully spreading condensed milk on the baked bread. Logan seemed to have heard Moving, he looked up at Scott.

"Good morning." Logan said looking at the sleepy young man, the man's calm face tightened a bit when he looked at Scott's face.The young man subconsciously raised his hand to touch the place where Logan's eyes fell, and the slight pain he felt made him also frown.

Seeing Logan's slightly apologetic expression, Scott just put his hand down, then nodded to the man, and said, "Good morning, Logan."

In the bathroom, after washing his face, Scott looked carefully at the bruise on his cheekbones in the mirror. Although it looked a little scary, it was actually not serious.He put a handful of cold water on the hot wound, which took some time, so by the time he got back to the table, Logan had food waiting for him.

The bread coated with condensed milk became soft. Scott was eating a sweet breakfast. He raised his eyes slightly and found that the man was looking at him with very focused eyes.

It made him feel a little uncomfortable, and Scott stopped chewing for a moment, but the young man didn't say anything. Jim was also eating his own breakfast, wagging his tail happily.For a moment, the only sound in the quiet apartment was Jim's babbling.

"I took it for a walk." Logan said suddenly, watching the young man's Adam's apple sliding up and down while drinking milk.

"Really." Scott, who was full, slowly put down the glass. He picked up a strawberry and observed it carefully. Maybe it was because of the festival, and the man even made some decorations for the strawberry. Logan ordered the cream on the tip of the strawberry. The little triangle was like a Christmas hat. There was a cross-cut in the upper third, and the cream was also squeezed in. Two black sesame seeds were stuck on the cream, like It is the two eyes that adorn the "white beard".There are also three white cream dots on the body of the berry, and the red and white strawberry looks like a Santa Claus, quite cute.

While eating a strawberry Christmas, the young man raised his head slightly to watch Logan help him put away the tableware one by one and pile them into the sink.After a short rest, Scott got up and went into his bedroom, changed into his suit, and while he was standing at the door changing his shoes, Logan followed him, watching him quietly, with Jim squatting by his legs.

Two pairs of big bright eyes stared at him together, Scott felt a little guilty for no reason.

"Scott." Logan called to Scott who had already stepped out the door, and the man stepped forward a few steps, leaning forward to ask his lover for a parting kiss like in those gluey days.The kiss didn't fall on the lips at first, but on his bruised wound, the rough stubble rubbed against the side of his face, the touch was so familiar.

Then, the trajectory of the kiss gradually went downwards. To Logan's surprise, Scott didn't resist, not at all. The young man tilted his head to meet Logan's lips, his lips parted slightly, allowing Logan's tongue to slide in.The intertwined breath at the end of the nose carried the aroma of milk and fresh fruit, and the man involuntarily deepened the kiss. With a bang, Scott's handbag fell to the floor, but the kisser was not affected in the slightest.

The door of the room was closed at some time, and Jim who was still standing at the door felt bored and left. The two embraced and kissed for a while, and then walked crookedly to the bedroom, during which the glued lips were barely separated. .

"I want to talk to you..." Logan pushed Scott against the headboard of the bed, and he nestled between the young man's bent legs, leaning over Scott.

"You don't want to 'talk'..." Scott's lips were moist and red from the long kiss just now, and he felt the heavy pressure on his body, and he couldn't move. Logan's right hand, which was originally on the young man's waist, protruded from his knee, and the man stretched out his hand to hold the young man's ankle. Under his fingers, there was the texture of cotton socks.Then, Logan wrapped the young man's protruding anklebone in his palm, his rough thumb stroking the meridians of Scott's heel.

"What are you doing?" Scott felt a little weird, even through the socks, he could feel the warmth of the man's palm, but it wasn't like the kind of heat that would burn him.The young man felt that his blood was going to rush towards the heat source, so he shrank his feet subconsciously.

Logan didn't answer, and didn't let go, just adjusted his posture, he lifted Scott's trouser leg up, and a bruise attached to the young man's calf appeared in front of Logan's eyes.The bruises were bruising at their worst, with irregular ginger edges. Logan pursed his lips and put his palm over the bruise, he still hurt Scott, which was different from unintentional in sleep.

Scott felt the bruise ache from the stimulation of the warm palm, and he suddenly burst into anger.The young man leaned forward and pushed Logan's hand away. Before Logan could react, the young man put his hand on the man's back. At the same time, he pushed his knee against Logan's chest lying on top of him.Sensing his touch, Logan flinched a bit, and Scott's eyes hidden behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly.

The elbows were sharp, and the force of the attack was sharp and concentrated. Scott remembered very well that Logan was also hit by himself a few times during the scuffle last night, and he was also seriously injured when he fell to the ground trying to protect himself.Considering that the inexplicable fight was initiated by himself, Logan should not only regard Scott as a "victim".

"I won't do this again." Scott said slightly stiffly, his hand movements were a little lighter, he felt the man's breath through his clothes on his skin, and the heat penetrated into his body as if alive.

"Scott," Logan sighed, breaking the gloom, "I wanted to hang up your Christmas stockings for you yesterday."

Scott was attracted by Logan's words, and he tilted his head to indicate that he was listening.

"This is my habit. I have believed that Christmas stockings can bring good luck since I was a child." Logan continued, "I am actually very happy when I see you here."

"Erik and Charles were on a business trip a few weeks ago," Scott explained, "and couldn't make it back for Christmas."

Logan thought of that dark night, the beautiful festival Scott would rather live alone, a little depressed: "You didn't tell me."

Scott didn't answer, he just focused his eyes on the man's somewhat messy hair, and the hand holding Logan's back stroked the soft hair upwards, a few strands of curly hair loosely protruding from the gap between the sensitive fingers.

The man felt Scott playing with his short hair, and his heart softened. He propped himself up and sat up slightly, facing the quiet young man. Logan took his hand that was resting on his head, and slowly and lightly intertwined his fingers.

"I don't think it's too late." Logan said, with his other hand, he took out the Christmas stocking that was too late to hang from his pocket, and then put his clasped hands into the soft top of the sock.

"I thought you were going to hang it up." Scott moved his fingers wrapped in the fabric with the man slightly, amused.

"That was last night." Logan looked at the bulging Christmas stocking that had been stuffed into two people's hands, and raised the corners of his mouth. "Today is the time to receive presents."