【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Scott doesn't like summer very much, even though he has the season in his name.Fortunately, the air conditioner in his office is fully turned on, and he basically doesn't go out except for the part of the way home, so the summer heat is not his trouble.

The heat from the road at noon will distort everything until the asphalt road is melted into a pool by the heat.Except for the occasional lightning strikes and rainstorms, some sparks of inspiration can come out of him, which makes him feel a little relieved.Still, the rain, which sometimes washes away the heat, isn't always popular with Scott.

Wet Logan opened the door, and the rain from his body wet the carpet, driving away dark stains.

"Logan, I told you it might rain tonight, remember to take an umbrella." While lying on the sofa watching TV, Scott scooped up mango mousse with a spoon, and when he heard Logan changing shoes at the door, he turned his head and said said a word.

"I didn't expect it to come so soon." Logan scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

"Go take a shower."

Victor called just now, and asked Logan to come over to help with some things in the bar. He repeatedly assured the two that it was not illegal, so Logan also sighed.Their car was borrowed by Remy, so Logan rode over on his motorcycle.

Sure enough, it wasn't a big deal, Victor just let Logan play for the front.An impatient Logan stepped into the bar and complained to Victor that he was taking up his personal time, and the latter felt no guilt.By the time things were over, there was already a torrential rain outside, and thunderstorms lit up the sky from time to time. Logan didn't care too much, and came back in the rain.

After the shower, Logan walked out of the bathroom with a towel over his shoulders when something flew towards him, and Scott threw him a box of CVS Cold Relief Lozenges, still strawberry. Logan raised his eyebrows while holding the box of sugar pills: "I don't think it's necessary."

"It's like a sugar pill." Scott laughed, and walked into the bathroom with Logan.

Logan obediently chose three and swallowed them.

None of them paid any attention to it, Logan's body was as strong as he looked, and he was convinced that if he were thrown into Hank's incubator, he would come out intact.

However, this time, I don't know if the cold germs are too tenacious to be wiped out under the attack of zinc-containing tablets.The next day, Logan suffered from a splitting headache, feeling weak and sneezing incessantly.Logan, who was always used to getting up early, was lying in bed unable to get up, which was a rare situation.

Scott was woken up by him, rubbed his eyes, sat up and put his hand on Logan's forehead in a daze, feeling a little hot, his partner's cheeks looked a little redder than usual, Scott said helplessly: "You seem to have a fever Yes, sweetheart." Logan answered with two snorting snorts.

Scott found the medicine kit at home from the cabinet, took the thermometer, stuffed it into Logan's mouth, stroked the man's head reassuringly, and got up to wash.In the beeping sound, Scott saw the number on the small LCD screen indicating abnormal body temperature.

"Well, Logan, you do have a fever." Scott glanced sympathetically at Logan who was trying to get up, "It means you can take a vacation, or your little dessert will become a biochemical weapon."

"It's just rain, and it's summer—" Logan rubbed his temples irritably, throbbing and hurting like a hundred bunnies with Easter eggs drumming inside his head.He used to work in various harsh environments, but the number of times he got sick can be counted on one hand, except for the period before he was 14 years old.

"Unfortunately, you were beaten by the rain, Mr. Wolverine," Scott said sympathetically, watching as Logan struggled to pull himself out of bed before barely staying upright and walking into the bathroom.It wasn't long before Logan tidied himself up, texted Rogue and headed to the kitchen to get himself and Scott something to eat.

However, Scott in the kitchen was already cooking soup in his apron. Hearing the sound of Logan coming over, he turned around and shook the spoon in his hand at Logan who wanted to help: "Sit down, Logan."

"Oh..." Logan's reaction was a beat slower than usual, like the robot's metal bearings had rusted.He responded, and half a minute had passed since the command followed the nerves to the brain, and then the brain directed his limbs to sit down. Logan heard whining and chirping outside the kitchen, and he looked up to see Jim staring at him eagerly, feeling a little guilty that he wouldn't be able to take him for a walk today.

"Don't even think about taking it for a walk," Scott said as he stirred the soup as if he knew what Logan was thinking, "the rain that rained yesterday hasn't dried up yet, and by then it's muddy and I'll have to bathe it again. "

Logan waved his hand to Jim to show his helplessness, the dog could only bark a few times in aggrieved way, and ran to his own place for breakfast.

Scott took a small bowl of soup and pushed it in front of Logan. The red soup was mixed with sliced ​​mushrooms and celery. It looked good. At least the sweet and sour tomato made the tasteless patient feel a little bit more hungry. Logan slurped down a series of foods in the soup mixed with the toast, and the food that fell into his stomach was satisfying, but not uncomfortably full.

Scott watched Logan put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher after eating, and then made another cup of lemon tea: "Take a rest, and take the medicine in half an hour."

"Yeah." Logan took the lemon tea, he looked at Scott and smiled, "It's okay, you go to work first."

"I took a day off, which is a lot since I work full time." Scott shrugged. "I find it strange to see you sick. Maybe I can get some inspiration from it."

"It hurts me for you to say that, Scotty," Logan said half-jokingly, but his husky, nasal voice made it sound like a complaint.

"Go to sleep, Logan." Scott walked over and rubbed his untidy short hair with his hands, the temperature under his hands was still a little hot, which made Scott feel a little worried.He habitually leaned forward to give Logan a good morning kiss, but the latter turned his head away: "Viral colds are contagious."

Scott stared at his rubbed red nose, accepting the explanation: "Well, it's a virus that can give you a cold."

Logan sneezes again, being careful not to spray any spit in Scott's face.

Lying in bed, Logan thought the bunnies in his head had turned into a bunch of penguins tap-dancing inside his head, which sounded creepy, but it was apt. Scott took out the ice patch and stuck it on his forehead, and Logan let out a comfortable moan the moment the coolness touched his skin.

Through the ice pack, Scott gently massaged Logan's forehead, which loosened his patient's wrinkled brow. Logan felt weak all over, but awake, he opened one eye and looked at Scott. "I can't sleep, Scotty."

The whites of Logan's eyes were bloodshot, making him look pathetic and haggard. Scott hilariously covered his eyes with his palms, feeling the slight itching of the long eyelashes brushing against his palms: "I won't tell you fairy tales, not even "Peter Pan" which I like."

"Then Shakespeare? You know, there is nothing more hypnotic to me than it." Logan, whose eyes were covered, didn't move, he just raised the corner of his mouth and said, "The song "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" (Can you Compared to the brilliance of summer?)""

"Do you like that song?"

"I just remember the word 'SUMMERS' in it," Logan muttered.

Scott didn't expect that this was the reason why Logan memorized the poem. If it was normal, he would have to tease a few words, but not now: "If I say you are romantic, will you be angry, hon?" intimate.

He recited the beautiful sonnet softly. Scott's voice is soft, and iambic pentameter sounds really hypnotic in this situation, and with the massage of his hands, Logan's tense face slowly relaxes.

Scott stopped reciting when he noticed that Logan was starting to snore slightly, and he felt his throat dry at the same time. Scott stood up lightly, and he stood aside for a while, making sure that Logan had slept soundly, before closing the door and leaving.

Scott moved the computer into the bedroom, and while he was typing, he turned his head from time to time to observe Logan's movements. Fortunately, Logan, who fell asleep, seemed to feel better.He slept for most of the day, and Logan was still half awake in the evening, he heard a slight knock on the door, and a burst of regular footsteps, Logan felt a hand on his forehead, fingers caressing his Between the eyebrows, the constant touch made him feel itchy, so Logan narrowed his eyes, and reached out to hold the restless hand: "It's so itchy."

"Are you awake?" Scott tested his temperature with the back of his hand, feeling that the heat had dropped, "Are you okay?"

"Good." Logan yawned and sat up, leaning his back against the headboard. Scott shoved the nearby thermometer into his mouth. Logan sullenly let Scott go, leaning against a chair at the bar with a thermometer in his mouth like a drunkard with a cigar in his mouth, making Scott want to laugh a little.

After waiting for a while, Scott took out the thermometer. At least Logan's physical fitness was there. He had only rested for half a day, and his body temperature had returned to normal. Logan felt that the annoying headache had passed, he coughed a few times, and swallowed to ease the fever in his throat.

Scott poured him a glass of juice, Logan pursed his lips, the sweet and slightly sour drink moistened his throat, Scott raised his eyebrows and said, "How is it, Cinderella?"

"what?"

"One-third sweet orange juice, one-third pineapple juice, one-third lemon juice, and a few mint leaves." Scott pointed to the pale yellow liquid in his hand, and the corner of his mouth turned into a smile, "No Ice cubes and a shaker, so it’s not standard enough, last time Victor taught me to make a cocktail, Cinderella.”

"Where's the wine?" Logan continued to take a sip of the sweet juice, which tasted really good.

"I don't know either." Scott shrugged indifferently, he patted Logan's cheek, "Are you awake, what do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat..." He grabbed the hand attached to his cheek, making a gesture to bite.

"Ha," Scott felt Logan's slightly chapped lips rubbing against his tiger's mouth, and the itchy feeling made his forearm tingle, "I should find a hunter to hunt you down, Mr. Werewolf."

"Who are you looking for, Van Helsing?" He snorted a lazy teaser from his throat, "I reckon he'll get there before you're eaten to the bone, little prince."

"Well, don't mess with Logan, what do you want to eat?" Scott curled his fingers and tapped the other's high brow bone.

"no appetite."

"Wash your face and get ready for dinner." He raised his eyebrows at Logan's lack of interest but didn't say anything, Scott stood up and walked out of the room.

Dinner was stewed noodles, and Logan, who had no appetite, still swallowed a bowl, and Scott saw that he ate quite deliciously.

"I suggest you take another day off tomorrow and go to Wolverine when you're fully recovered."

"Okay." Logan felt the cause of his illness was a disgrace, and he was embarrassed to be in Scott's care, he was used to doing everything by himself.Because of the age gap, he sometimes sees Scott as his responsibility.

Logan sat down on the sofa and played with Jim for a while after eating and drinking, and moved back to the bedroom when his limbs felt sore from the high fever in the morning. He lay down on the bed and pulled out a novel to read.Beautifully cursive and pastel-coloured, with no ISBN or sales code on it, this is a sample of Scott's new book, and Logan is now the first reader every time.

When Scott finished tidying up the house, he took a bath and lay next to his lover, Logan spread the books on the bedside table, after all, books were not so attractive to him when Scott was around.

"Like it?"

"Like it, but I think they seem to be on the verge of unlucky."

"Because I haven't finished writing." Scott turned over to face Logan, who was lying on his side, and he noticed that Logan leaned back slightly.

"Will the protagonists be unlucky until the end?"

"I don't know, it depends on them."

Upon hearing the answer, Logan smiled and stopped talking.

Nasty cold germs, Scott thought, staring at the other's lips, Logan would not want to give himself a kiss.

Their upper bodies maintain a "safe distance" that is not known to be useful, but their calves are entangled together, and the soft hair makes the skin feel slightly itchy.

Sleepiness seized them gently and slowly in silence, and an ordinary night passed slowly like this.

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