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Chapter 24
Hope everyone enjoyed the sex in the last couple of chapters. More to come in the one after this one. Sorry I'm late posting today. I was writing Chapter 54 then my brother showed up and just left a little while ago.
Chapter 24
The smell of coffee stirred Kurt’s brain. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets closer around him.
“Time to wake up,” Logan said from beside the bed.
Kurt opened one eye and Logan came into focus, already dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. He held a cup of steaming coffee and took a sip.
“Just another five minutes.”
“No can do, elf,” Logan said. “Time’s a wastin’ and the fish are bitin’. If you want dinner tonight, you’re gonna catch it. Now get your pretty little fuzzy butt out of bed now.” Logan leaned close with a sadistic grin on his face. “Or do you need help?”
“Do you treat all your lovers this way, Logan? Or just the blue fuzzy ones?” Kurt pushed up to sit and ran his fingers back through his hair. He rubbed his face and looked up to see Logan still gazing down on him.
“What? I’m trying, okay? I’m awake.”
Logan reached out and stroked a hand down Kurt’s face. Setting his coffee cup down on the bedside table, Logan sat and pulled Kurt to him. The kiss that followed was sweet and gentle then deepened to need.
They finally parted and Kurt smiled. “Good morning to you too.”
“Mornin’.”
“May I have some coffee?”
Logan smiled and rose. “Coffee comin’ right up.”
Kurt crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he came out coffee waited for him, but Logan was outside at the SUV pulling out equipment. Kurt dressed and set his image inducer to something appropriate for fishing and turned it on.
He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if Logan was attracted to this persona as much as his actual self.
Logan poked his head in the door. “Come on, elf. We’ve got about a mile walk ahead of us. Let’s get goin’.”
“I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving. I’ve got some granola bars and a thermos of coffee. I’ll personally fix you breakfast when we get back.”
“Oh, you do know the way to an elf’s heart, don’t you?”
Logan shook his head and groaned.
The cold morning air woke Kurt and the mile walk was mild in comparison to their morning training sessions back at the Institute. A mist hung over the big lake, shrouding the trees still, but the morning light cast its rays down as if from heaven, shining through the fog. Logan pointed out a ridge overlooking the lake.
“I’ve seen eagles nestin’ up there.”
“Wow, eagles. How long have you been coming up here, Logan?”
Logan didn’t look over at him. “Awhile.”
They reached their fishing spot and Logan began setting out the equipment. Kurt recognized most of it, but his inexperience with anything more sophisticated than a line and pole made him nervous. He didn’t want to look naive to Logan. But Logan seemed to sense his trepidation and readied everything for him.
“Okay, I’m gonna walk you through this,” Logan said, positioning the rod and reel in Kurt’s hands then moved to stand behind him with his arms around Kurt. “It’s not hard, but it’s not simple either. So just relax and have fun with it. That’s the point. You got that, elf?”
Kurt glanced up behind him and offered Logan a smile. “Got it. Have fun, but don’t screw up.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what you meant.”
Logan laid a light kiss on Kurt’s ear. “You gonna give me a hard time because I got you up so early this morning?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I swear I’m gonna have you for lunch.”
“Promises. Promises.”
Logan sighed in Kurt’s ear. “Okay, let’s just get used to casting.”
They went through the movement a few times and Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve got this one.”
“Great. On three, let your finger up off the button as you cast it forward.” Kurt did as he was taught and the line flew out and plunked into the water. “Perfect. Now you wait.”
“I’m waiting for...?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “For a fish to bite on the hook.”
Kurt grinned. He was enjoying this. How often could he get away with giving Logan a hard time?
“You’re bustin’ my chops, kid.” But Logan smiled when he said it.
They stood in amiable silence, enjoying the morning and Kurt wanted to get used to this. To trips with Logan and silent moments of companionship. Sex didn’t make a relationship. He was aware of that. This easiness together when they could quietly enjoy each other’s company, that’s what a relationship was about.
“Logan! I think I’ve got a bite!”
“Hang on.” Logan dropped his rod and moved around behind Kurt again. “Yeah, looks like you do.”
Kurt started to pull against the tugging on his line.
“Keep it easy. Let the line out a little. That’s it. Now pull gently. Play it out again.”
Logan’s arms rested along Kurt’s arms, hands on top of his, guiding his movements. Little by little, they reeled in the fish until, a good size bass hung on the line. Kurt grinned with his accomplishment.
“You’re right, Logan. This is fun, but I think your fishing rod is about to be dragged away.”
Logan whirled and grabbed for the pole just before it disappeared into the water. Kurt watched Logan’s expertise and soon they had two bass for dinner.
Sitting on the lake shore, they munched granola and drank coffee. The sun had burned away the last remnant of mist from the water and the size of the lake took Kurt’s breath away.
“It beautiful here, Logan.” Kurt turned to his companion and reached out a hand to Logan’s thigh. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I think we’ll be comin’ back soon.”
Kurt smiled and sipped his coffee.
Logan sniffed the air and went to a crouch. The sound of footsteps crunching in leaves sounded behind them and Kurt wa to to see if man or beast approached. The way Logan was acting it was likely man.
A man in a rangers outfit came strolling down the path, heading towards them. Logan stood to meet him, his manner more relaxed now. Kurt rose as well.
“Morning gentlemen,” the ranger said. “I suppose you have your fishing license with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Logan replied and dug into his wallet. He produced their licenses and watched the ranger look them over.
“Looks like you’re planning on being around for a few days,” the man said, handing back the papers to Logan. The ranger glanced over to Kurt and Kurt nodded. The man answered him with a nod of his own.
“Where you staying, Mr Logan? The Lodge? Didn’t see you up there this morning?”
“No, Joe Walton’s place. He’s a friend of mine,” Logan stated. Kurt heard irritation in Logan’s voice, just tolerant of others butting into his business.
“Joe, yeah. Haven’t seen old Joe for a while. He feeling okay?”
“Just some arthritis in his knees.”
The ranger tilted back his hat and glanced down at the fish on the line. “Looks like you caught yourself’s a few nice ones. Don’t forget the limit.”
“Don’t worry, officer,” Kurt said. “We’ll only catch what we can eat.”
“That’s a good system,” the ranger replied. “Well, son, you ever been up here before?”
Kurt glanced over to Logan wondering if this was normal or if they were in some kind of troublHe gHe glanced back to the ranger.
“No, this is my first time. I’m enjoying it very much. Logan is teaching me to use this new rod and reel.”
The ranger frowned. “That’s quite an accent you’ve got there.”
“He’s from Germany,” Logan said on the verge of exasperation. “You know, that country in Europe.”
The ranger ignored Logan. “How old are you, boy?”
“Eighteen.”
“I suppose you’ve got a visa to be in this country?”
Kurt was getting irritated as well. “How else would I have gotten here?”
“Don’t get smart with me, son. Let me see your visa and any other identification you’ve got.”
“Look,” Logan said. “Don’t go all military on us. You’re a forest ranger not National Security Advisor. The kid’s got his visa. He’s in the country legally goin’ to school and he’s old enough to go where he wants to go. He don’t need anybody’s permission.”
“That SUV up there at Joe’s cabin, that yours?” The ranger asked Logan.
Logan smiled and crooked a thumb over to Kurt. “That belongs to him. Feel free to run the plates.”
Kurt showed the ranger his visa and his driver’s license. He even showed the man a credit card his parents had given him for emergencies and special occasions.
The ranger looked the documents over and nodded, handing them back to Kurt. “Looks like everything’s in order.”
“Good,” Kurt said and put everything away in his wallet again.
“Well then,” the man said, tipping his hat. “Have a good day.”
They watched the ranger march off down a trail, looking for someone else to hassle, Kurt was sure.
“What was that all about? Do I look like a terrorist or something?”
Logan sat again and sipped what was left of his coffee. He spat it out and flung the rest into the bushes. “I don’t know, elf,” Logan said with a sigh. “Things have gotten weird lately. You know that as well as anybody, what with terrorism and mutants then this whole Apocalypse thing. People are spooked by anyone they don’t know.”
“I suppose,” Kurt conceded.
“Hey, let’s not let it ruin our day. I don’t know about you but I’ve had enough of these granola bars. I’m ready for some real food.”
“Yes! Breakfast!”
They gathered up the equipment and Kurt took hold of Logan’s arm. “Let’s take a short cut, shall we?” He teleported them into the cabin before Logan could even answer.
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Chapter 24
The smell of coffee stirred Kurt’s brain. He groaned and rolled over, pulling the blankets closer around him.
“Time to wake up,” Logan said from beside the bed.
Kurt opened one eye and Logan came into focus, already dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt. He held a cup of steaming coffee and took a sip.
“Just another five minutes.”
“No can do, elf,” Logan said. “Time’s a wastin’ and the fish are bitin’. If you want dinner tonight, you’re gonna catch it. Now get your pretty little fuzzy butt out of bed now.” Logan leaned close with a sadistic grin on his face. “Or do you need help?”
“Do you treat all your lovers this way, Logan? Or just the blue fuzzy ones?” Kurt pushed up to sit and ran his fingers back through his hair. He rubbed his face and looked up to see Logan still gazing down on him.
“What? I’m trying, okay? I’m awake.”
Logan reached out and stroked a hand down Kurt’s face. Setting his coffee cup down on the bedside table, Logan sat and pulled Kurt to him. The kiss that followed was sweet and gentle then deepened to need.
They finally parted and Kurt smiled. “Good morning to you too.”
“Mornin’.”
“May I have some coffee?”
Logan smiled and rose. “Coffee comin’ right up.”
Kurt crawled out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. When he came out coffee waited for him, but Logan was outside at the SUV pulling out equipment. Kurt dressed and set his image inducer to something appropriate for fishing and turned it on.
He looked at himself in the mirror and wondered if Logan was attracted to this persona as much as his actual self.
Logan poked his head in the door. “Come on, elf. We’ve got about a mile walk ahead of us. Let’s get goin’.”
“I haven’t had breakfast yet. I’m starving.”
“You’re always starving. I’ve got some granola bars and a thermos of coffee. I’ll personally fix you breakfast when we get back.”
“Oh, you do know the way to an elf’s heart, don’t you?”
Logan shook his head and groaned.
The cold morning air woke Kurt and the mile walk was mild in comparison to their morning training sessions back at the Institute. A mist hung over the big lake, shrouding the trees still, but the morning light cast its rays down as if from heaven, shining through the fog. Logan pointed out a ridge overlooking the lake.
“I’ve seen eagles nestin’ up there.”
“Wow, eagles. How long have you been coming up here, Logan?”
Logan didn’t look over at him. “Awhile.”
They reached their fishing spot and Logan began setting out the equipment. Kurt recognized most of it, but his inexperience with anything more sophisticated than a line and pole made him nervous. He didn’t want to look naive to Logan. But Logan seemed to sense his trepidation and readied everything for him.
“Okay, I’m gonna walk you through this,” Logan said, positioning the rod and reel in Kurt’s hands then moved to stand behind him with his arms around Kurt. “It’s not hard, but it’s not simple either. So just relax and have fun with it. That’s the point. You got that, elf?”
Kurt glanced up behind him and offered Logan a smile. “Got it. Have fun, but don’t screw up.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“That’s what you meant.”
Logan laid a light kiss on Kurt’s ear. “You gonna give me a hard time because I got you up so early this morning?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I swear I’m gonna have you for lunch.”
“Promises. Promises.”
Logan sighed in Kurt’s ear. “Okay, let’s just get used to casting.”
They went through the movement a few times and Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve got this one.”
“Great. On three, let your finger up off the button as you cast it forward.” Kurt did as he was taught and the line flew out and plunked into the water. “Perfect. Now you wait.”
“I’m waiting for...?”
Logan rolled his eyes. “For a fish to bite on the hook.”
Kurt grinned. He was enjoying this. How often could he get away with giving Logan a hard time?
“You’re bustin’ my chops, kid.” But Logan smiled when he said it.
They stood in amiable silence, enjoying the morning and Kurt wanted to get used to this. To trips with Logan and silent moments of companionship. Sex didn’t make a relationship. He was aware of that. This easiness together when they could quietly enjoy each other’s company, that’s what a relationship was about.
“Logan! I think I’ve got a bite!”
“Hang on.” Logan dropped his rod and moved around behind Kurt again. “Yeah, looks like you do.”
Kurt started to pull against the tugging on his line.
“Keep it easy. Let the line out a little. That’s it. Now pull gently. Play it out again.”
Logan’s arms rested along Kurt’s arms, hands on top of his, guiding his movements. Little by little, they reeled in the fish until, a good size bass hung on the line. Kurt grinned with his accomplishment.
“You’re right, Logan. This is fun, but I think your fishing rod is about to be dragged away.”
Logan whirled and grabbed for the pole just before it disappeared into the water. Kurt watched Logan’s expertise and soon they had two bass for dinner.
Sitting on the lake shore, they munched granola and drank coffee. The sun had burned away the last remnant of mist from the water and the size of the lake took Kurt’s breath away.
“It beautiful here, Logan.” Kurt turned to his companion and reached out a hand to Logan’s thigh. “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“I think we’ll be comin’ back soon.”
Kurt smiled and sipped his coffee.
Logan sniffed the air and went to a crouch. The sound of footsteps crunching in leaves sounded behind them and Kurt wa to to see if man or beast approached. The way Logan was acting it was likely man.
A man in a rangers outfit came strolling down the path, heading towards them. Logan stood to meet him, his manner more relaxed now. Kurt rose as well.
“Morning gentlemen,” the ranger said. “I suppose you have your fishing license with you.”
“Yes, sir,” Logan replied and dug into his wallet. He produced their licenses and watched the ranger look them over.
“Looks like you’re planning on being around for a few days,” the man said, handing back the papers to Logan. The ranger glanced over to Kurt and Kurt nodded. The man answered him with a nod of his own.
“Where you staying, Mr Logan? The Lodge? Didn’t see you up there this morning?”
“No, Joe Walton’s place. He’s a friend of mine,” Logan stated. Kurt heard irritation in Logan’s voice, just tolerant of others butting into his business.
“Joe, yeah. Haven’t seen old Joe for a while. He feeling okay?”
“Just some arthritis in his knees.”
The ranger tilted back his hat and glanced down at the fish on the line. “Looks like you caught yourself’s a few nice ones. Don’t forget the limit.”
“Don’t worry, officer,” Kurt said. “We’ll only catch what we can eat.”
“That’s a good system,” the ranger replied. “Well, son, you ever been up here before?”
Kurt glanced over to Logan wondering if this was normal or if they were in some kind of troublHe gHe glanced back to the ranger.
“No, this is my first time. I’m enjoying it very much. Logan is teaching me to use this new rod and reel.”
The ranger frowned. “That’s quite an accent you’ve got there.”
“He’s from Germany,” Logan said on the verge of exasperation. “You know, that country in Europe.”
The ranger ignored Logan. “How old are you, boy?”
“Eighteen.”
“I suppose you’ve got a visa to be in this country?”
Kurt was getting irritated as well. “How else would I have gotten here?”
“Don’t get smart with me, son. Let me see your visa and any other identification you’ve got.”
“Look,” Logan said. “Don’t go all military on us. You’re a forest ranger not National Security Advisor. The kid’s got his visa. He’s in the country legally goin’ to school and he’s old enough to go where he wants to go. He don’t need anybody’s permission.”
“That SUV up there at Joe’s cabin, that yours?” The ranger asked Logan.
Logan smiled and crooked a thumb over to Kurt. “That belongs to him. Feel free to run the plates.”
Kurt showed the ranger his visa and his driver’s license. He even showed the man a credit card his parents had given him for emergencies and special occasions.
The ranger looked the documents over and nodded, handing them back to Kurt. “Looks like everything’s in order.”
“Good,” Kurt said and put everything away in his wallet again.
“Well then,” the man said, tipping his hat. “Have a good day.”
They watched the ranger march off down a trail, looking for someone else to hassle, Kurt was sure.
“What was that all about? Do I look like a terrorist or something?”
Logan sat again and sipped what was left of his coffee. He spat it out and flung the rest into the bushes. “I don’t know, elf,” Logan said with a sigh. “Things have gotten weird lately. You know that as well as anybody, what with terrorism and mutants then this whole Apocalypse thing. People are spooked by anyone they don’t know.”
“I suppose,” Kurt conceded.
“Hey, let’s not let it ruin our day. I don’t know about you but I’ve had enough of these granola bars. I’m ready for some real food.”
“Yes! Breakfast!”
They gathered up the equipment and Kurt took hold of Logan’s arm. “Let’s take a short cut, shall we?” He teleported them into the cabin before Logan could even answer.
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