【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

If anything had changed since their trip to the apartment with the dessert shop, it was a few beautifully framed photos hanging on the wall in that little nook in Wolverine. Rogue thought it was just a beautiful landscape photo, but after careful observation, Kitty pointed out that there were two small figures hidden among the large trees.

Logan and Scott have spent several Christmases together.And their entire impression of Valentine's Day is the terribly thick chocolate scent in the store, and Scott will also release some sweet extras on that day.

Today's signature buns are selling well, and red beans and chocolate are very popular.Logan stretched himself when he got home, Scott was already watching TV on the sofa. Logan heard Jim's barking, and the next second he was thrown into his arms by the large dog with its tail flicking wildly. The inertia made him take two or three steps back and finally fell to the floor with a plop. Logan looked up at Scott, who seemed to be concentrating on the TV show with a sullen face, and scratched the fur on the big dog's neck with a grin. A lover who smiles tenderly and heartily at himself and his pet dog.

Logan patted Jim's head, gave it a sign to play, and walked up to Scott, sitting next to him as usual.

Scott said in a cheerful tone: "Logan, Hank informed me that the initial preparations can be carried out, and when the preparations are completed, the bone marrow can be extracted to differentiate and cultivate tissues and organs, and then the surgery..." He repeated those complicated principles, But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Logan: "What about the danger?"

"what?"

"Dangerous," Logan repeated, noticing Scott's expression was slightly stiff.The young man was quiet for a while and said, "Logan, Hank is the surgeon."

"But the technology is new, and even Hank has little experience..." Logan raised his voice a little.

Scott moved his body, stretched his arms and put them on the back of the sofa, as if hugging Logan, the young man let his legs touch Logan's, and the heat seeped into his skin through his pants - a very old-fashioned way of soothing , but it works. Logan looked into the other's unfocused eyes, opened his mouth a few times, and finally stood up angrily. He turned and walked into the kitchen, where there was soon a loud sound of pots and pans clashing.

After dinner, the atmosphere between the two became a little stiff.And that's been around the two of them this week, including after Scott discussed the matter with Charles and Erik.

Logan had asked Hank before if he could give Scott one of his eyes, and the tall, skinny doctor had just told him that Scott's blindness was caused by a combination of eyeballs and brain nerves.The man took the detailed and detailed relevant information from the doctor and studied it carefully. He tried his best to figure out those strange techniques and principles. So delicate yet with huge risks.

One ordinary night, Scott was playing with Jim in the apartment, he was holding a ball and throwing it randomly across the room, and the happy dog ​​came back with a flick of its tail.The living room is not that spacious, but Jim still had a good time, the big dog bit the tennis ball, and then trotted it carefully and cautiously put it into Scott's flat outstretched palm, the young man turned his face towards the Where there is movement, there is a smile on his face.

A smile, which almost made Logan feel down, the man fidgeting at his messy hair, a mixture of worry and resentment.

Logan imagined the scalpel going in and out of Scott's head, the cold sharp blade gleaming mercilessly in the bright light, and he took a deep breath trying to calm his sudden racing heart.The man strode over and took Scott's arm, and Logan didn't say a word, nor did he heed Jim's cries of displeasure for interrupting the game. Scott looked up suspiciously, and under Logan's strength he got up and followed a few steps into the room.

Scott didn't recognize the direction for a moment, he didn't know which room Logan had taken him to.The teen blinked and felt Logan move closer to him, and then he was pushed and fell backward involuntarily, Logan's warm hand on his arm, so Scott let himself lose his balance.

He feels very safe.

Backs fell on the soft bed, they were in the bedroom. Scott quickly pieced together the picture of the bedroom in his mind. It is not uncommon for Logan to grab his arm and press him on the bed. He thought for a moment and said, "Logan, are you still angry?"

Logan let out a noncommittal snort, and said in a deep voice, "Quiet, Scott."

The young man's slightly parted lips were closed as promised, Logan slowed down his breathing, and he straightened up after letting go of his hands. Scott's blue eyes stared idly at the ceiling, and Scott frowned when the sound died away completely.He didn't seem to know what was going on, and he turned his head hesitantly, trying to find the source of the sound.And Logan didn't know how long he could keep silent, but he knew he wouldn't be for long.

Scott pursed his lips and closed his eyes in the silence.After a while, Logan finally couldn't help but leaned over and pressed him gently, as if he was protecting something with his body.The man bent his elbows to support himself, he bent down and kissed Scott's neck, the hot and humid breath made the people under him short of breath for a moment.Then, Logan clasped Scott's right hand, pulling it up against the quilt, and proceeded to kiss Scott's lips.The latter opened his lips to allow the man's tongue to slip into his mouth, allowing it to entangle his own tongue, and the clear sound of water and breathing floated in their ears.

Logan squeezed between Scott's legs, his lower stomach rubbing against each other, the soft feel of the fabric making the hard heat feel all the more real. Scott's free hand touched Logan's ribs unconsciously. He didn't try to push it away, but let his palm follow the man's muscle line across his side and land on Logan's back.He hugged each other, tightened his arms, pressed close to his body and rubbed his lower body. The end result was that both of them were breathing a little harder. Scott's fingers stroked the clothing back and forth, and the texture of the fabric was particularly vivid.For a moment, Logan released the grip, palms down on his waist.When Logan opened his trousers and reached in, Scott's cheeks began to heat up, and he adjusted his posture, holding Logan's swollen desire with his hand.

Logan moved slowly, moaning and moving his waist slightly, while Scott obeyed his instructions, leaking a low moan that was almost silent.But after a few deliberate strokes, Scott let out a suppressed gasp when he climaxed, and his tense body softened.His fingers tightened, and Logan released himself.

Logan's breath was hot, and he leaned forward to kiss Scott's wet forehead, his voice was as low as maple syrup had just flowed from a sugar maple, with fine grains of rustle: "I'm not angry."

Scott hugged his older lover sideways, the warmth of that solid, warm body lingering around him, the same laundry detergent scent mixed with the smell of sweat on his clothes that seemed to form a barrier.The young man felt like he was soaking in hot water, comfortable and lazy, his voice was soft and his tone was gentle: "Everything will be fine."