In Fear of Three Little Words
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Chapter 34
And now to deal with that closed door issue.
Chapter 34
The lights of the Institute bathed Logan in a familiar glow, sending warmth rushing through him, something he hadn’t expected in his life, but had found here. He’d found pretty much everything he needed in life right here. So why did he fight it so hard?
He pulled into the garage and glanced at his watch. Dinner time. Logan wondered who’d done the cooking tonight.
But his thoughts mostly revolved around Kurt. He’d been gone three days and he wondered if the elf was mad at him...or how hurt Kurt still felt. Logan had been a first class asshole and he’d take whatever Kurt felt like dishing out.
He made his way to the dining room, dropping his bag outside the door. Conversation stopped and eyes turned to stare at him. Obviously, Charles nor Jean had bothered to mention he was back.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Not enough food for another mouth?”
“Welcome home, Logan,” Charles said. “Everyone, make room.”
Automatically, a place opened up beside Kurt as natural as if that was the way it had always been and that acceptance felt good, better than Logan had hoped he and the elf would get.
Kurt glanced up with bright wide eyes and met his gaze. Logan offered him a wink and a quirk of a smile, his hand gently landing on Kurt’s shoulder and running down his back for a quick rub. Kurt stiffened under his hand then relaxed when no one made a big deal of the touch.
Conversation went back to normal, talk of school and the day’s training session. But Kurt seemed ill at ease, picking at his food. At first, Logan tried to ignore Kurt’s unease, but after a few minutes, gave up.
“Come on,” Logan said, shoving back his chair and rising. “We need to talk.” He pulled Kurt’s chair back and Kurt looked up at him with an unreadable expression. “Excuse us for a minute.”
He took Kurt’s wrist in a tight grip and pulled Kurt from his seat.
“Logan,” Kurt said through gritted teeth.
“Now, elf. I can’t stand seein’ you not eatin’. It’s just not like you.”
That got a few laughs and a glare from Kurt.
“Couldn’t this have waited till after dinner?” Kurt asked as theadeeaded across the hall to one of the small parlors. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone.”
“No. It couldn’t.” Logan shoved the door closed behind them and pulled Kurt into his arms, his mouth seeking its mate’s. Kurt stiffened again, body and and tense. Then Kurt gave in, the boy’s hands roaming over Logan’s back and down over his ass. Logan let out a low groan and deepened the kiss.
Any resistance from Kurt completely disappeared and Logan stroked black silk hair, his fingers brushing across the soft fur of Kurt’s cheek, hand trailing down Kurt’s back to his tail.
“I missed you,” Logan said, finally breaking the kiss. “God...I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Kurt offered, trying to smile. But a new wariness had settled into Kurt’s expression as though he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. “So? Where are we? Have you forgiven me for saying those dirty words?”
Logan let out a sigh, mentally kicking himself for putting that wariness between them. “There’s nothin’ dirty about love, sweetheart. You just caught me off guard and like an idiot I ran instead of dealin’ with it.”
Kurt said nothing, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“But I’m not ready to say it yet,” Logan continued anacheached to turn Kurt’s face back to him when Kurt looked away with pain in his gaze. “Hey, that doesn’t mean I won’t be ever. I’m just not ready now.”
Kurt nodded and swallowed hard. “I understand,” Kurt said with a stoic expression. “I’ll try not to smother you. And I won’t say it again. I promise. But that won’t change the way I feel.”
“I know. And you don’t have to make promises like that. Can we sit down a minute? I want you to know where I’m comin’ from here. Okay?”
Kurt nodded once more and sat. Logan settled beside him, trying to find the words to explain and he wasn’t all that good at explaining things...at least, things like this.
“There’s a lot of my life I don’t know anything about, elf. Years I don’t know what I was doin’ or where I was. I don’t know if there was someone durin’ that time that maybe I loved. Maybe she’s still out there...or he...I don’t know. I doubt I’ll ever know and I’m not waitin’ around to find out if that’s what you think this is about. I just need time to digest what love is to me and bury whatever t hat have been. Does that make sense?”
Surprisingly, Kurt smiled. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Yes, very much. It makes sense.”
“It doesn’t make any less of what we’ve got. It’s just somethin’ in my life I’ve gotta deal with before I can move on. I just haven’t had a reason to deal with it before you came along. You think you can live with that for now?”
“I can muddled along, I suppose,” Kurt said, glancing down at his clasped hands. Kurt looked up with that bright golden gaze. “But I’ll be the first to know when you’ve dealt with it...right?”
This time Logan smiled. “You betcha, sweetheart.”
Kurt shifted closer to him. Logan reached out and drew Kurt into his arms, their mouths coming together, kiss deepening.
“Oh!” came an exclaim from the door.
Logan and Kurt shoved away from each other
“What the---- Kitty!”
Logan glared at Kitty and her cheeks reddened to scarlet. She had her head and shoulders stuck through the door, her lower body on the other side.
“I’m like so sorry. I didn’t mean to.... Oh my god. I’m sorry.”
“What do you want?” Logan asked, barely restraining a few curse words from slipping of hif his mouth. Kurt sat beside him, embarrassment radiating out of him.
“The Professor said to tell you that if you don’t come back soon, you’re going to miss dinner.”
“He did, did he?” Logan said with sarcasm. “Fine. We’ll be there in a minute. Now, do you mind?”
“Oh yeah. Kurt...I’m so sorry. Logan....”
Logan pointed at the door and a sheepish Kitty gave a little wave and backed out.
“I can’t believe she just poked her head in without knocking,” Kurt said.
“I can,” Logan growled. “There’s no such thing as respect for a closed door around here and it’s about time the lesson got learned.” He rose and pulled Kurt up with him. “Come on, elf. They want an eyeful, they’re gonna get one.”
Kurt’s reluctance was evident in his resistance. “What do you mean by that?”
But Logan didn’t answer, just tugged Kurt across the hall and once again the dining room conversation went silent when they entered.
Logan whipped his gaze around the room, starting with Kitty who had obviously been regaling everyone with her tale of wanton kissing. Without warning, Logan pulled Kurt into his arms and landed a kiss on the boy’s lips. Kurt went rigid then almost limp in his embrace though his mouth had no trouble complying with the full contact liplock.
Whoops and cheers rose around them and Logan finally broke the kiss. Kurt’s eyes were wide, like a deer staring down a semi-truck coming head on.
“Okay. Everybody get a good look?” Logan snapped.
A round of clapping and wolf whistles followed.
“Good,” Logan said. “Cause that’s all you get. When you see a closed door, you knock. No more walkin’ in without invitation. It’s about time we started respectin’ each others’ privacy around here. Do I make myself clear?”
Logan sent his glare around the table. Scott looked like he’d eaten something bitter. Jean nodded her agreement, knowing she was as guilty as the rest. Ororo offered him her raised eyebrows.
Kitty and Rogue whispered back and forth between each other, but when his glare landed on them, they looked up and sat up straight. “Of course. Absolutely. We’re in complete agreement,” they babbled back at him.
He let his gaze meet Charles’ and the Doc’s expression was a mixture of emotions, amusement and consternation, disapproval and admiration all doing battle with each other. Charles gave him the slightest of nods and Logan met it with one of his own.
Logan guided a still stunned Kurt to his chair and pushed him into it. “Sit down and eat, elf.” Logan slid back into his own chair and looked up to see everyone still staring at them. “The rest of you can scatter for all I care. Somebody pass the potatoes.”
Kurt shook his head and looked over at Logan. “I can’t believe you did that. You kissed me in front of everyone.”
“Believe it, elf. Sometimes you’ve got to get their attention before you can get them to listen.”
“Oh, you got their attention all right,” Kurt said with sullenness in his voice. “They’ll be talking about this for days.”
The others rose and started clearing the table of dirty dishes.
“You try to take that bowl of green beans before I’m finished with it and you’ll be pulling back a stump, bub,” Logan growled at Bobby who had tried to do just that.
“Sorry,” Bobby said and dropped thel onl on the table and backed away. “Man, I’m outta here.”
A mass exodus left more than half the dirty dishes still on the dining table. Charles quietly sipped his coffee, Hank doing the same, pretending nothing unusual had just happened, but then again in this house almost anything was likely to happen.
“Well, Logan,” Ororo said, rising from her chair and heading towards the door. “You and Kurt enjoy doing the dishes tonight.”
Kurt flung Logan a glare. “Thank you so very much. That’s not the way I wanted to spend the evening.”
“At least we can do it in peace now,” Logan growled.
“Peace is very overrated,” Kurt growled back at him, stabbing a piece of chicken with vicious intent. “Particularly, when you end up doing everyone’s dishes.”
Chapter 34
The lights of the Institute bathed Logan in a familiar glow, sending warmth rushing through him, something he hadn’t expected in his life, but had found here. He’d found pretty much everything he needed in life right here. So why did he fight it so hard?
He pulled into the garage and glanced at his watch. Dinner time. Logan wondered who’d done the cooking tonight.
But his thoughts mostly revolved around Kurt. He’d been gone three days and he wondered if the elf was mad at him...or how hurt Kurt still felt. Logan had been a first class asshole and he’d take whatever Kurt felt like dishing out.
He made his way to the dining room, dropping his bag outside the door. Conversation stopped and eyes turned to stare at him. Obviously, Charles nor Jean had bothered to mention he was back.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Not enough food for another mouth?”
“Welcome home, Logan,” Charles said. “Everyone, make room.”
Automatically, a place opened up beside Kurt as natural as if that was the way it had always been and that acceptance felt good, better than Logan had hoped he and the elf would get.
Kurt glanced up with bright wide eyes and met his gaze. Logan offered him a wink and a quirk of a smile, his hand gently landing on Kurt’s shoulder and running down his back for a quick rub. Kurt stiffened under his hand then relaxed when no one made a big deal of the touch.
Conversation went back to normal, talk of school and the day’s training session. But Kurt seemed ill at ease, picking at his food. At first, Logan tried to ignore Kurt’s unease, but after a few minutes, gave up.
“Come on,” Logan said, shoving back his chair and rising. “We need to talk.” He pulled Kurt’s chair back and Kurt looked up at him with an unreadable expression. “Excuse us for a minute.”
He took Kurt’s wrist in a tight grip and pulled Kurt from his seat.
“Logan,” Kurt said through gritted teeth.
“Now, elf. I can’t stand seein’ you not eatin’. It’s just not like you.”
That got a few laughs and a glare from Kurt.
“Couldn’t this have waited till after dinner?” Kurt asked as theadeeaded across the hall to one of the small parlors. “You’ve embarrassed me in front of everyone.”
“No. It couldn’t.” Logan shoved the door closed behind them and pulled Kurt into his arms, his mouth seeking its mate’s. Kurt stiffened again, body and and tense. Then Kurt gave in, the boy’s hands roaming over Logan’s back and down over his ass. Logan let out a low groan and deepened the kiss.
Any resistance from Kurt completely disappeared and Logan stroked black silk hair, his fingers brushing across the soft fur of Kurt’s cheek, hand trailing down Kurt’s back to his tail.
“I missed you,” Logan said, finally breaking the kiss. “God...I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” Kurt offered, trying to smile. But a new wariness had settled into Kurt’s expression as though he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. “So? Where are we? Have you forgiven me for saying those dirty words?”
Logan let out a sigh, mentally kicking himself for putting that wariness between them. “There’s nothin’ dirty about love, sweetheart. You just caught me off guard and like an idiot I ran instead of dealin’ with it.”
Kurt said nothing, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“But I’m not ready to say it yet,” Logan continued anacheached to turn Kurt’s face back to him when Kurt looked away with pain in his gaze. “Hey, that doesn’t mean I won’t be ever. I’m just not ready now.”
Kurt nodded and swallowed hard. “I understand,” Kurt said with a stoic expression. “I’ll try not to smother you. And I won’t say it again. I promise. But that won’t change the way I feel.”
“I know. And you don’t have to make promises like that. Can we sit down a minute? I want you to know where I’m comin’ from here. Okay?”
Kurt nodded once more and sat. Logan settled beside him, trying to find the words to explain and he wasn’t all that good at explaining things...at least, things like this.
“There’s a lot of my life I don’t know anything about, elf. Years I don’t know what I was doin’ or where I was. I don’t know if there was someone durin’ that time that maybe I loved. Maybe she’s still out there...or he...I don’t know. I doubt I’ll ever know and I’m not waitin’ around to find out if that’s what you think this is about. I just need time to digest what love is to me and bury whatever t hat have been. Does that make sense?”
Surprisingly, Kurt smiled. A sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Yes, very much. It makes sense.”
“It doesn’t make any less of what we’ve got. It’s just somethin’ in my life I’ve gotta deal with before I can move on. I just haven’t had a reason to deal with it before you came along. You think you can live with that for now?”
“I can muddled along, I suppose,” Kurt said, glancing down at his clasped hands. Kurt looked up with that bright golden gaze. “But I’ll be the first to know when you’ve dealt with it...right?”
This time Logan smiled. “You betcha, sweetheart.”
Kurt shifted closer to him. Logan reached out and drew Kurt into his arms, their mouths coming together, kiss deepening.
“Oh!” came an exclaim from the door.
Logan and Kurt shoved away from each other
“What the---- Kitty!”
Logan glared at Kitty and her cheeks reddened to scarlet. She had her head and shoulders stuck through the door, her lower body on the other side.
“I’m like so sorry. I didn’t mean to.... Oh my god. I’m sorry.”
“What do you want?” Logan asked, barely restraining a few curse words from slipping of hif his mouth. Kurt sat beside him, embarrassment radiating out of him.
“The Professor said to tell you that if you don’t come back soon, you’re going to miss dinner.”
“He did, did he?” Logan said with sarcasm. “Fine. We’ll be there in a minute. Now, do you mind?”
“Oh yeah. Kurt...I’m so sorry. Logan....”
Logan pointed at the door and a sheepish Kitty gave a little wave and backed out.
“I can’t believe she just poked her head in without knocking,” Kurt said.
“I can,” Logan growled. “There’s no such thing as respect for a closed door around here and it’s about time the lesson got learned.” He rose and pulled Kurt up with him. “Come on, elf. They want an eyeful, they’re gonna get one.”
Kurt’s reluctance was evident in his resistance. “What do you mean by that?”
But Logan didn’t answer, just tugged Kurt across the hall and once again the dining room conversation went silent when they entered.
Logan whipped his gaze around the room, starting with Kitty who had obviously been regaling everyone with her tale of wanton kissing. Without warning, Logan pulled Kurt into his arms and landed a kiss on the boy’s lips. Kurt went rigid then almost limp in his embrace though his mouth had no trouble complying with the full contact liplock.
Whoops and cheers rose around them and Logan finally broke the kiss. Kurt’s eyes were wide, like a deer staring down a semi-truck coming head on.
“Okay. Everybody get a good look?” Logan snapped.
A round of clapping and wolf whistles followed.
“Good,” Logan said. “Cause that’s all you get. When you see a closed door, you knock. No more walkin’ in without invitation. It’s about time we started respectin’ each others’ privacy around here. Do I make myself clear?”
Logan sent his glare around the table. Scott looked like he’d eaten something bitter. Jean nodded her agreement, knowing she was as guilty as the rest. Ororo offered him her raised eyebrows.
Kitty and Rogue whispered back and forth between each other, but when his glare landed on them, they looked up and sat up straight. “Of course. Absolutely. We’re in complete agreement,” they babbled back at him.
He let his gaze meet Charles’ and the Doc’s expression was a mixture of emotions, amusement and consternation, disapproval and admiration all doing battle with each other. Charles gave him the slightest of nods and Logan met it with one of his own.
Logan guided a still stunned Kurt to his chair and pushed him into it. “Sit down and eat, elf.” Logan slid back into his own chair and looked up to see everyone still staring at them. “The rest of you can scatter for all I care. Somebody pass the potatoes.”
Kurt shook his head and looked over at Logan. “I can’t believe you did that. You kissed me in front of everyone.”
“Believe it, elf. Sometimes you’ve got to get their attention before you can get them to listen.”
“Oh, you got their attention all right,” Kurt said with sullenness in his voice. “They’ll be talking about this for days.”
The others rose and started clearing the table of dirty dishes.
“You try to take that bowl of green beans before I’m finished with it and you’ll be pulling back a stump, bub,” Logan growled at Bobby who had tried to do just that.
“Sorry,” Bobby said and dropped thel onl on the table and backed away. “Man, I’m outta here.”
A mass exodus left more than half the dirty dishes still on the dining table. Charles quietly sipped his coffee, Hank doing the same, pretending nothing unusual had just happened, but then again in this house almost anything was likely to happen.
“Well, Logan,” Ororo said, rising from her chair and heading towards the door. “You and Kurt enjoy doing the dishes tonight.”
Kurt flung Logan a glare. “Thank you so very much. That’s not the way I wanted to spend the evening.”
“At least we can do it in peace now,” Logan growled.
“Peace is very overrated,” Kurt growled back at him, stabbing a piece of chicken with vicious intent. “Particularly, when you end up doing everyone’s dishes.”