Take Care of Him

“Going somewhere?” Logan demanded in a deep voice that cut through the silence of the night and echoed down the otherwise deserted hallway of the mansion.

Scott barely flinched and merely cast a sideways glance towards the door.

“Yeah,” he quietly, nonchalantly answered.

“So what, you weren’t gonna’ tell anyone? Not say good bye? Doesn’t seem your style, now does it?” Logan asked, the tone in his voice insisting upon an answer.

“Why should I tell anyone? Would it really make a difference, Logan? Would they try to stop me? Ask me to stay?” Scott almost laughed, not even turning around.

“Scott, these people are your family, your life. Don’t you think you owe it to them to at least tell them you’re leaving?” Logan asked.

“These people aren’t my life. Jeannie… She was my life. She was my family. I see how everyone else looks at me now. I know I don’t belong here anymore,” Scott said, the crack in his voice hard to hide.

Pent up emotion welled up in Logan and his voice grew louder, tinged with frustration.

“You don’t belong here, Scott? Do you hear yourself?” Logan paused before continuing “You know, it sounds to me like you’re running.” And with that Logan turned and huffed down the hall, back to his room. Every nerve ending in him tingled, every sense on edge. He made it to his own room where he practically took the door of the hinges with a forceful throw of his closed fists. Anger forced him back to Scott’s room, anger mixed tinged with sadness and hurt that he did not expect and could not handle.


Logan barreled into Scott’s room once again, hot, unshed tears stinging his eyes. He didn’t want the kid to see him like this, didn’t know what he was going to do or say, didn’t understand what the Hell was coming over him. All he knew, all he cared about was not letting Scott leave.

“You can’t do this, Scott. You can’t do it.” Logan practically pleaded.

“Can’t do what exactly? Leave? I can, and I am. There is no reason for me to stay here any longer, Logan,” Scott said as he tried to push his way past Logan to get through the door.

Logan stopped Scott with a firm hand on his arm, the heat from the skin to skin contact pushing him even further to the edge. Scott stopped, glanced at Logan’s hand on his arm and cast him a look that even when hidden behind those dark glasses, Logan knew was laced with confusion.

“What are you gonna do? Beat me up to get me to stay?” Scott tested.

“Maybe,” came Logan’s stiff reply.


Scott dropped the duffel bag from his shoulder and to the floor, while Logan still held a firm grip on his other arm. Scott turned to face him square on, unsure of the look he found waiting for him. He had expected to see the anger, and had heard the strained voice that usually came with tears, but there was something else there; something he had seen in Logan before, and never expected to see again. The look in his eyes was daring, feral and dead serious. It was the look that Logan had always reserved for Jean. Scott backed away at the sudden realization and Logan released the grip on his arm. Where Scott thought he would be relieved at the loss of contact, he found instead that he ached for it when it was gone. It had been a long time since anyone at all had touched him, and up until now the thought of anyone laying a hand on him made his skin crawl. An air of uneasiness crept up over Scott and covered him like a blanket as he realized what was going on.

Logan wished he could see behind those dark glasses, see those eyes and whatever hidden truth they held. At first he could sense nothing but fear coming off of Scott, but then a different scent filled his nostrils, took hold of him. Arousal. It was undeniable and absolutely maddening. Logan found he could not stop staring at Scott, challenging him to leave, challenging him to stay. Before the rational side of him could take over, if he had a rational side at all, he had slammed the door shut, pushed Scott up against it and easily pinned him to it.

The room was silent but for the harsh breath of the two men, and the night went still, as if time itself had been suspended for a moment. Logan closed his eyes momentarily and there it was, clear as day, once again.

“Take care of him.” He heard. He knew then that time had stood still, even for the briefest of moments. Jean had made it so.

Logan did not open his eyes immediately. He was afraid of the moment being lost, afraid that he would open his eyes and find he was alone in his bed yet again. Instead, he pushed himself harder up against the man at the door, crushing him to the it with his weight before finally pressing his lips against Scott’s. When he felt Scott melt against his body in response, he let out a breath he had not been aware he had been holding. It felt right; even more than right. Scott’s lips felt even fuller than they looked, tasted sweeter than he imagined, even when tainted with the saltiness of those fallen tears. Logan pulled away from Scott and put his thumb to those same lips, running it gently across to wipe the remainder of any tears away. He brought his other hand up to Scott’s face and drew his lips in once again, this time diving in, claiming and demanding. Electricity shot through his body when he felt Scott’s lips part and grant him access to a deeper, warmer kiss and eager tongue and the hands that had been caressing Scott’s face were now groping blindly at any warm flesh they could find.

Logan pulled away to look at Scott, and was taken aback at the level of need and vulnerability he found waiting for him.

“Logan,” Scott said quietly.

“Shh,” came Logan’s reply. “It’s alright,” he said as he lifted Scott’s arms up and slid the shirt up and off of his arms before tossing it towards the bed. Scott followed it first with his gaze and then with his body, draping his long lean form over the bed next to the discarded shirt. Logan took a long, hard look at him, drank in his almost feminine like beauty and felt overwhelmed by this gift that Jean had allowed him. Taking care of him was exactly what he planned to do.

He followed the same path over to the bed and reached for the button of Scott’s jeans as soon as he got there. The small moan that Scott let out as Logan brushed his hands against him was his undoing and any illusion he had held of taking things slowly went by the wayside. Soon he was sliding the denim off of Scott’s body and then the cotton boxers that he found underneath. He stepped out of his own thin pants that then barely constrained him and felt a hunger course through him that he hadn’t felt in…well he wasn’t sure he had ever felt it.

Logan again pinned Scott, only this time it was to the bed. He reveled in the feel of Scott beneath him, conformed to every inch of his body. They continued with their fevered kissing and groping until Logan toppled them over, positioning Scott so that he was straddled across him.

Logan growled as Scott reached between them, between their legs, at the very core of the need and the want, and timidly stroked him. Logan wanted to yell at him to grab him, hurt him, as badly as he wanted to do the same in return to the younger man. Logan held back, knowing that likely the only person Scott had ever been with was a woman, Jean of course. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the kid off, and ramming his cock into Scott’s sweet little virgin ass would likely do just that, at least right now.

Oh but Logan wanted him, needed to have him, anyway that he could. He pulled away from Scott and silently thrilled at the groan of protest.

“Scott” Logan said hoarsely. “Scott, have you…You know, have you ever done this before? I mean, with a man?” Logan asked, though he already knew the answer.

“No.” Scott said shyly.

“Do you have something we could use?” Logan asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure…” Scott said as he retreated from Logan, frightened at the possibility of what was to come.

Logan grabbed his wrists tightly at first, then, seeing the look of terror on Scott’s face, loosened his grip.

“I ain’t gonna’ hurt you, Scott. Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, not if I can help it. I’m gonna’ take care of you.” Logan whispered earnestly.

“Scott, I want to feel you, be with you, be inside of you. God I want it more than you know. But first I want to feel you. Inside of me. Now.” Logan said breathlessly. “Now, do you have something we could use? Something you could use? You know….”

“In the drawer” Scott motioned to the side of the bed. Logan reached over, opened it and found a small, nearly empty bottle of hand lotion and grinned in the realization that at least Scott had been getting out his frustrations somehow. The delectable thought of Scott all alone in this bed at night, touching himself and stroking himself into oblivion flashed in his mind clear as day as he squirt what was left in the bottle into his hands and then onto Scott’s perfect, pink cock. He watched with intent as Scott closed his eyes and bit his lip at the intimate contact. He realized that he was the first man to touch Scott in such a way, and promised himself he would be the only man to touch him in that way.

Logan positioned himself for easy access to Scott, and soon Scott was sliding into the most incredible heat he had ever felt in his life. What was at first timid, slow strokes quickly became longer, even thrusts that elicited a slew of guttural moans and colorful words from Logan, the sounds of which excited Scott more than he ever thought possible.

“Touch me, Scott.” Logan demanded as he felt Scott shudder above him and inside of him in a final thrust of desperation. Logan was not far behind and with a few short, messy strokes came as hard as he could remember.

Scott collapsed on top of Logan and the two men lay there, eyes closed, bodies sated. Scott opened his eyes what felt like moments later, only the telltale sign of morning shone through the window, proving it had been more than a few moments since he had closed them. He smiled. Sleep had finally come to him, peaceful, dreamless sleep. He closed his eyes again, content with the warm body beside him. He was about to drift off to sleep when he heard a deep voice whisper warm in his ear.

“I’m gonna’ take care of you kid. I am gonna’ take care of you.”