Indecent Obsession

Indecent Obsession – chapter six

Author’s note: The hotel depicted in this chapter is a real hotel.

Marriott Chateau Chaplain Montreal – 1 Place du Canada
http://www.montrealmarriottchateauchamplain.com/?DCMP=KNC-OVER-montreal_hotel

Logan had not calmed down by the time he roared into Quebec City. Determined not to get a coffee in one of the trendy cafes that dominated the city, he opted for the first gas station-combination-convenience store he could find. Much to his horror, they’d joined the gourmet coffee craze – giving him a choice of French Vanilla Roast or ‘flavor of the month’ Cinnamon Spice.

“Doncha got anything I won’t have to sip with my pinkie sticking out?” he snarked at the clerk.

The clerk simply pointed in the direction of the refrigerated cases at the back of the small store.

Logan abandoned his quest for java when he saw the neon sign proclaiming ‘beer’. He stomped over and yanked open the glass door, only to be confronted with an assortment of imported brews. He was about to slam the door shut when he noticed a lone bottle of Molson’s in the far corner. Grabbing it, he had it opened and gulped down in two large swallows. He walked back over to the counter, dropped enough money to cover the beer, threw the empty bottle at the clerk and left with a loud belch to herald his exit.

Perched on his bike, he opened his cell and dialed the number to Charles’ office. He had a few choice words, most of them four-lettered, that he wanted to say to him.

“Charles Xavier’s office,” Mildred answered.

“Millie, it’s Logan.”

“Hello, Logan. Rogue’s not here,” she informed him – assuming that’s whom he was seeking.

“It’s baldilocks I wanna talk to anyway. Is he within yelling distance?”

“We have this newfangled thing, it’s called an intercom,” Mildred laughed, “Hold on and I’ll get him.”

Mildred warned her boss that Logan sounded mad – even more so than usual – so that he’d be somewhat prepared to deal with him.

“Logan, how’s Canada?” Charles inquired as nonchalantly as he could.

“I’m freezing my fucking dick off, if ya must know,” Logan snapped.

“Maybe you should’ve absconded with one of the SUVs instead of Scott’s motorcycle – that way you would’ve had a heater,” Charles retorted with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Speaking of that trained chimp …. I left Rogue at your pound for stray mutants so she’d be safe.”

“And she is,” Charles interrupted, “Besides, what does that have to do with Scott?”

“You tell me, Chuck. I called to talk to Rogue, but Jubilee told me that would be impossible for her to do with Scott’s tongue down her throat.”

After a few seconds of deathly silence, as Charles wasn’t sure how to respond, Logan proceeded to rant – calling Scott a child molester and Charles a pimp.

Once he’d gotten it all out and stopped to take a breath, Charles offered him a solution.

With the name of Scott and Rogue’s hotel in Montreal committed to memory, Logan was back on the road.

~*~*~*

Scott and Rogue had been on the road for an hour – in blatantly awkward silence.

“Scott.”

“Rogue.”

They said at the same time.

“You go first,” Rogue suggested.

“I’m sorry about ….” Scott started and then hesitated, as he searched for the appropriate words, then simply said, “my behavior in the garage.”

“I didn’t exactly slap you and shove you away,” Rogue countered quietly.

“Thank you for not being totally repulsed,” he attempted to joke.

“Scott, you’re a gorgeous man,” she said boldly, “and I’m flattered, but ….”

“You love Logan,” Scott finished.

“Guess that’s not much of a secret,” she said, a pale blush tinting her cheeks.

“Instead of a biohazard symbol, you should’ve just gone with ‘Property of the Wolverine’,” he replied with a smirk.

“And you clearly have ‘Property of Jean’ stamped all over you,” she shot right back.

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed with a wistful look.

“So why’d you kiss me?” Rogue asked curiously.

“It’s a long story; one I can’t tell you without completely embarrassing myself.”

“Worthy of a letter to Penthouse kinda thing?”

“Something like that,” Scott answered as he turned crimson from the neck up.

“Awesome.”

Scott turned to look at her incredulously.

“What?” Rogue asked with an amused grin, “Nobody’s ever had naughty thoughts about me. I’m honored.”

“Are you kidding? I’ll bet most of the mansion’s post-pubescent boys, as well as a certain bad-tempered Canadian, think about you during ‘me time’.”

Rogue’s eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open.

“All guys masturbate, Rogue. ALL.”

“Logan’s a leftie,” Rogue stated, then noticing Scott’s quizzical look, touched her temple and added, “I got a dose of his sex-based memories – including how he ‘handles’ things during … ‘me time’.”

“Ugh, that’s more than I want to know about Logan – thank you very much.”

“Hey, you brought him into the conversation,” she reminded him.

“So, did getting the tattoo hurt?”

“Trying to change the subject?”

“Okay, if you wanna continue discussing sexual stuff, tell Jubilee that everyone on our floor can hear her vibrator.”

“Ugh. Point taken. So, this car has a rotary engine, huh? Please explain … in painstaking detail how that’s different from other engines.”


~*~*~*


Even though Montreal was only three hours from Quebec City while Westchester was over six hours driving distance a mishap with Scott’s bike resulted in Logan arriving at the Marriott Chateau Chaplain at virtually the same time as Scott and Rogue.

In fact, the hotel’s parking valet was just pulling away from the curb with the Mazda as an eighteen-wheeler lumbered to a halt across the street.

Scott saw Logan jump down from the truck’s cab before Rogue did. Even though he’d already decided against using it, he mentally tore up the now worthless ‘get out of jail free’ card that Jean had issued him.

A heartbeat later Rogue noticed who’d joined their mission and let out an ear-piercing scream that would’ve made Syrin envious.

Happy with Rogue’s reaction, he momentarily forgot that he was pissed off by what Jubilee had told him. For someone with adamantium-coated bones, Logan could certainly move lightening quick when provided with the proper motivation. He was across the street and had Rogue in his arms in record time.

“Miss me?” he asked.

“Not really,” she replied unconvincingly.

Something besides Logan’s unexpected appearance suddenly dawned on Scott.

“Where’s my bike?” he asked.

“A funny thing happened to it,” Logan began, “Well, you may not think it’s so funny …”

“Just get on with it,” Scott said with a resigned sigh because no matter what tale Logan was about to tell, obviously it was going to end badly.

“It sorta tumbled down into a ravine and blew up.”

“Blew up!” Scott hissed out between clenched teeth, looking like he was about to follow suit and explode himself.

“Yeah. I have the worst luck with vehicles lately.”

“How’d it end up in the ravine?” Scott asked pointlessly.

“Weak kickstand,” Logan offered.

“Why the hell did you park it on the edge of a cliff in the first place?”

“Hey, you’re the one that used a bicycle kickstand on a Harley.”

“Oh, so it’s *my* fault.”

“I accept your apology.”

“Apology?” Scott sputtered, “I wasn’t apologizing – you stupid hairball.”

“Scott,” Rogue interrupted, “I’m sure you’re relieved that Logan wasn’t hurt, right?”

“Well, he does have a healing factor … unlike my bike.”

Retrieving his wallet from his back pocket, Logan opened it and pulled out a bill, “Here’s a dollar, now quit whining.”

“Keep it,” Scott retorted, “Use it to buy yourself a new jacket.”

“Could you two continue to insult each other inside, because it’s freezing out here,” Rogue interjected.

“So, happy to see me?” Logan asked as he tucked her under his arm and guided her towards the hotel’s entrance.

“You know she is, so quit fishing for compliments,” Scott commented.

Logan was tempted to tell Scott that he could plant his lips on his ass instead of on Rogue’s mouth but refrained from starting another fight.

“Where’s your luggage?” she asked as they entered the lobby.

“My stuff was in one of the bike’s compartments, so it got incinerated in the explosion,” he replied, then jokingly added, “But as Captain TightAss would say - at least it can all be replaced at Goodwill.”

Once inside Rogue spotted the Bar Le Sénateur and went to get them some coffee while Scott checked in.

“Where are you staying?” Scott asked Logan.

“Wherever she is,” Logan answered with a tilt of his head towards the bar.

“The hell you are.”

“Scared I’m gonna ruin your plans for her?” Logan bit out, “Jubilee blabbed about what she saw in the garage. What she do, buckle her seatbelt correctly and teacher gave her a nice wet kiss? Careful, Scott, or the Board of Education might take away your ‘Teacher of the Year’ plaque.”

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence, as Scott didn’t know how to respond.

“Are you having sex with her?” Logan asked quietly. The look on his face betrayed his fear of the answer.

“No,” Scott replied with a shake of his head.

“But you’d like to.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“I thought I did. I had fantasies…” he started to admit, then stopped himself and said, “But, it’s Jean that I love.”

“I gotta remember to send Red a condolence card.”

“Real funny. Speaking of sappy confessions, when are you gonna tell Rogue …”

“That I love her,” Logan interrupted, completing Scott’s unfinished question.

“Wow, you actually said it out loud. I owe Jean ten bucks.”

Turning absolutely serious, Logan said, “She’s mine. She has been since she climbed into the cab of my truck.”

“Yeah, I know,” Scott acquiesced, then with a smile added, “Logan, you’re such a caveman.”

At that moment Rogue returned – carefully juggling three paper cups.

“You’re in luck,” she told Logan as she handed him one, “They had enough for one more cup in the old pot, so it’s sludge – just like you like it.”

“Don’t suppose there’s a shot of whiskey in there?” he asked hopefully.

“Even if she had thought to spike your coffee, she’s not old enough to order alcohol,” Scott reminded him.

“Well, I can’t drink …” she paused, “in bars – or gamble in Vegas, but I’m certainly old enough to …”

“Alrighty, this conversation is skidding off into dangerous territory,” Scott interrupted.

“It’s okay, Moral Police Officer, I get the gist,” Logan informed him.

“You’re giving me a headache,” Scott said, rubbing his temple for emphasis.

“Well, we’re even – ‘cause you’re a pain in my …”

“And we’re back to square one,” Rogue announced, “It’s been a long day, can we please defer the pissing contest to another day – like maybe the twelfth of never?”

“Yeah, you really should quit while you’re behind.”

“In what fantasy realm do you live in, furball?”

“STOP!” Rogue shouted. She darted her eyes around the plush lobby to see who’d witnessed her outburst. Apart from the front desk clerk, who was on the phone and was paying them no heed anyway, there was nobody else within earshot.

In an exaggerated huff, she turned away from them, marched over to the bank of elevators and punched the ‘up’ button with a little more force than was necessary.

By the time the elevator doors swooshed open, both men were standing complacently behind her.

Once they were all inside Scott pushed the button for the 21st floor then stepped back and leaned against the left wall.

Logan noisily cleared his throat, but Rogue thwarted any plan he may have had to say anything, “Uh, uh – not a word.”

They rode up in silence. Rogue was wary, Scott seemed relieved – while Logan gritted his teeth in defiant acquiescence.

They reached Scott’s room first. He slid the keycard into the slot, and when the green dot appeared he pulled down the handle and pushed the door open.

He was caught off-guard by Logan giving him a hard shove into the room and yanking the door shut.

“Alone at last,” he said with a mischievous grin.

It didn’t last long. A few seconds later the door to Scott’s room had reopened and he was back out in the hallway.

“Very funny.”

“What?” Logan asked innocently, “I thought you were in a hurry to take a Tylenol?”

Scott let out a frustrated huff.

“Look, Sir Snores-A-Lot, there’s no way in hell I’m sharing a room with you,” Logan continued.

“I do not snore.”

“Oh yes you do. Even without enhanced senses, I’d still be able to hear you. It’s like living next to the railroad tracks. I’m surprised Red hasn’t smothered you in your sleep.”

“Guys, let’s not start this again. Please.”

“I don’t think it’s appropriate for Logan to share a room with you,” Scott stated.

“Well then it’s not really *appropriate* for you and Jean, who aren’t married, to share a room – but that hasn’t stopped you,” she replied.

“We’re consenting adults.”

“Newsflash – so are we,” she informed him.

The fight draining out of him, Scott simply nodded and went back into his room. He even closed the door without slamming it.

Observing Logan’s victorious grin, she burst his bubble by telling him, “He gave up, so technically you *won* by default.”

“Works for me.”

As they walked down the hallway to the other room Rogue told him, “Dr. McCoy came up with a serum to suppress my mutation.”

“You mean I don’t have to get creative?”

“Oh you’d better still be creative,” she said with a smile as she pulled him into a long-awaited kiss.