I’m still doing this.
I wonder what would happen if Don Henley’s Boys of Summer would meet Aerosmith’s Girls of Summer?
“I’ll take the caramel mocha frappuccino. In a large, or whatever arbitrary word you have decided to use for the largest serving here.”
Jean-Philippe raises an eyebrow, and turns from wiping down the espresso machine to regard this morning’s first customer. Eccentric, he…
Don’t make me ship it.. * succumbs*
Wow. It’s been a week since I last been on here and you’ve all changed so much. (Sort of.) Sorry I’ve been away so long. I’ve been celebrating my birthday and I’ve cleaned up my drawing area (I can use my drawing table now) so now I can art til my fat little heart explodes.
I’ve been doodling Scott as magical girl for some reason and all I can say is that she is way too cute for my own good. Logan will probably follow.
I’m working on four stories at the moment: my drag queen AU, Scott’s birthday, and my Scott and Logan hang out with the Avenger and it’s sequel. Hopefully I’ll have one up in a few days with the weekend being the latest.
(I have no idea where this came from.)
Scott Summers never did anything out if the ordinary. When not being deputy leader of the X-men his days were pretty straight forward: Coffee and Cornflakes with two tablespoons of sugar, get dressed, teach, Danger Room training, bed then repeat. Weekends were spent doing extracurricular activities with the students or riding/tinkering with his beloved motorcycle. Any other disruption was not tolerated or welcome.
But one morning Scott woke up and felt nausea starting to ebb its way into his stomach. Great, he thought to himself. Just what he needed a stomach flu. Groaning, he turned over- why did he sleep in the nude?-and there laying beside him was someone else smelling of alcohol. The blankets covered most of them and only showed their black hair. Scott curled away from the sleeping mass and bumped into a penis with his knee. Scott shifted uncomfortably and noticed he was sticky with lube. Getting up quietly, Scott threw on a robe and headed do the kitchen, trying to remember what happened last night and found himself dizzy and really sore. Oh god, he thought. Some stranger was inside of him. At that thought, Scott almost threw up and had to stop and collect himself.
Thankfully, the kitchen was empty and Scott brewed a pot of coffee to cure his hangover. As it was brewing, he tried to remember last night. The last thing he remembered last night was heading out to a bar with Logan to “get the starch out of his pantaloons.” Scott had only gone with him to keep him out of trouble and by the look of it they both had gotten in trouble. Scott debated wether he should wake the sleeping man or not-what do people do in a case like this?-when a familiar voice came from behind him. “Good Morning, Scott.” Scott whirled around and his heart leapt into his throat: the Professor was behind him.
"Good Morning, Professor." Did he know? Scott’s heart beat faster. "How are your classes going this morning?" Charles looked amused.
"Scott, it’s Saturday. I have no classes today."
"Oh, that’s right." Scott nervously shuffled and tightened his bathrobe. There was some things he never wanted Charles to see.
"There’s something I want to ask you." Here it comes: he knew. "Would you pour me some of that coffee? It smells wonderful." Relief washed over Scott.
"Cream and sugar?"
"Of course." Scott’s heart was starting to beat normal again and fear subsiding as he handed Charles his coffee. Scott poured himself one and was enjoying the peace in the kitchen.
“There’s a man in your bed.” Charles said nonchalantly. Scott turned pale and dropped the mug he was holding but Charles caught if in time and levitated it back up to the counter.
"Look, Professor. I’m sorry. It will never happen again." Charles took another drink.
"Oh? That’s a shame. Logan said this guy was really ‘top notch’ last night." Scott bit his lip.
"Last night?" He squeaked.
"Yes. He said you finally found something in common." Scott took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes, putting them back on again before looking Charles dead in the eye.
"I want nothing in common with him. The very thought of what we did disgusts me." As if on cue, Logan stumbled into the kitchen in jeans that were too tight in the ass and too long in the inseam.
"Morning, Chuck." Logan studied Scott for a moment while helping himself to some coffee. A slight smile spread across his face. "Did you have a good morning, Slim?" Scott turned sour.
"What do you think? And can’t you put on clothes before running around?" He snapped.
"I’d ask the same thing, Summers. What exactly do you got under that bathrobe? Ain’t exactly G rated." Scott tightened his bathrobe even tighter and ignored the comment.
"What whore did you bring home?" Scott lowered his voice. Before Logan could answer Charles spoke up.
"I’d like to have a word with you both in my office in a few minutes." But instead of looking angry he looked rather amused. "I think some explaining must be done. Proper attire need not be worn," he added trying not to break into a full smile as he left.
"Look, what you did." Logan sneered. "Now we’re being sent to the Principal’s office."
"Now is not the time for jokes. Although I’m trying very hard not to choke you." Logan leaned and whispered in Scott’s ear.
"That sounds kind of kinky, Slim."
Scott shivered at the close contact and was a little but aroused. Really? Now?
"Logan, who in the hell did I fuck last night?" A grin spread across Logan’s face. Logan popped a claw and gently cut Scott’s bathrobe letting it fall open slowly. Wrapping his arms around Scott’s exposed waist and pulling him in. "I’ll give you a clue." Logan kissed him and fondled his sex. Scott moaned and fell into Logan deepening the kiss.
A sudden realization hit Scott. “Why had no one told me it was you?” Logan laughed.
"So you’re happy you fucked me?"
"Better than a stranger."
"Look, Slim. I’ve had a crush in you since forever, but never made a move until last night. It’s not everyday someone like you goes into a bar. So I bought you a drink, you got tipsy, then we got busy."
"So you took advantage of me?"
"I said tipsy, not drunk. You didn’t drink a lot until after we had sex in the bathroom." Scott look horrified.
"Did we use a condom?" Logan traced a finger across Scott’s lips.
"Scott, I used every precaution. It was clean an you were willing. I’d never do anything to hurt you." Slowly Scott remembered last evening and Logan was right. Then he remembered how Logan got into his pants.
"You asked me to dance and held my hand on the dance floor. ‘I Swear’ was playing eon the jukebox." Logan nodded.
"You like the cheesy romance stuff. And Tequila Slammers." Scott nuzzled into Logan.
"Too bad I can’t remember the sex. How about an instant replay?" Scott pushed Logan to the floor.
Thirty minutes later they sat in front of Charles fully clothed and ready to listen. Charles regarded both if them.
"So you’ve made up then? Because the whole school was rooting for you two to start dating."
"We are, Professor." Scott answered and squeezed Logan’s hand.
"Thank goodness. Quite frankly, both you are less crabby after you’ve had sex."
Scott and Logan left flabbergasted, wondering how much Charles really knew.