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After Jean
After Jean
by clocksnmirrors
disclaimer: this story was not published for profit. i don't own these characters. i just needed to borrow them for a minute. please don't sue me.
please feel free to review this story or email feedback to clocksnmirrors@yahoo.com
Chapter One
It is interesting that in trying times mere proximity should lead to coupling. So it was with Logan and Scott. It began with that embrace that had lasted a bit too long as they comforted each other in their bereavement. Neither wanted to pull away. Neither wanted to face, again, a world that had been cold before, and was now positivelack ack for the loss of their beloved, Jean Gray.
There was anger in the way they clung to each other. Indeed Wolverine's crushing grip threatened to deprive Scott his very life's breath. And that was fine. The unfairness of that loss - a cancer that would not cease its torment, needed to be engulfed by something more powerful and deadly. And so Scott yielded to this crushing pain, even if it would mean his own end.
No tears flowed between them. No anguished cries. Just the silence of two souls hovering at the edge of a vast abyss, grieving together, and hating the life that kept hold of them, but which had let slip their treasured, their only one.
It can't be said exactly when the moment shifted. Some such things turn at the whisper of a word, others a trick exchange between eyes that catch each other at no great distance. A scent, a breeze, who knows what gets the embers to a glow? Not Scott. Neither Logan. For those both, the secret of that moment is forever lost to history. What they would tell you, were either of them inclined to share such things, is simply that there was a "thing" that "happened". And so it would be left.
As to the particulars of the event, not much can be said. A tryst between titans would pretend to evoke images of lazer-lit acrobatics amid animalistic howls of ecstasy. Ribbons of spandex should have swirled about like eider down dancing to the rythmic thrusts of hairy hips. Not so in truth. This day, in this corner of the lab where both had known her, these men danced a different, slower tango, charged more with bitter desperation than eros.
The thing that Scott would remember most was the taste of Logan's mouth. It was distinctly different than anything he'd experienced. Not better. Not worse. Simply different. It wasn't just the taste, it was the feel of it as his own tongue grazed the stubble below Logan's lip. There was the forecfulness of the contact as they had pushed hard against each other. They'd stayed that way, mouth to mouth, breathing each other's air, as if between the two of them, by not letting go, tcoulcould find the answers they both so badly wanted.
The other thing Scott would reflect on was a feeling, that feeling of ... trust, trusting the moment, feeling that he could have stayed there, that it was ok. That it was alright to....that it was alright to need. He'd needed to not be let go. He'd needed the type of intimate comfort that words cannot offer and firm handshakes cannot provide. He'd needed to feel his lips on lips that would not pull away.d had having found that moment, he'd come to the realization of the emptiness of it. These lips were not Jean's lips. These arms were not Jean's arms. The trust was ultimately betrayed. The moment had failed him, leaving him to wander the borders of the abyss alone.
For Logan's part, libido was a tranquilized animal that had been shot down by the potent darts of hard living. Only rarely had the beast stirred. And on that occasion, the tension that had fueled their sparring when they first met now sparked lust in the Wolverine's loins. The feel of Scott's smaller, softer body in his arms had sent small surges through the man/beast. He told himself it was nothing more than a physical urge, an itch to be scratched. He told himself that could not have been anything more to it than that. He tried not to play it over in his mind, laying alone at night with his thought. He told himself that he had not enjoyed it. This is what he told himself. He couldn't allow himself this one simple pleasure. He couldn't allow himself to be that guy.
A kiss was all they had shared. The feel of it would remain on their lips long after the moment died. They had gotten closer than they had ever been, and yet they remained as far apart as ever. This was who they were to each other. Two men with two ways of living down a moment shared - nothing more than a "thing" that "happened" that eventually would be forgotten - probably for always. Probably.
by clocksnmirrors
disclaimer: this story was not published for profit. i don't own these characters. i just needed to borrow them for a minute. please don't sue me.
please feel free to review this story or email feedback to clocksnmirrors@yahoo.com
Chapter One
It is interesting that in trying times mere proximity should lead to coupling. So it was with Logan and Scott. It began with that embrace that had lasted a bit too long as they comforted each other in their bereavement. Neither wanted to pull away. Neither wanted to face, again, a world that had been cold before, and was now positivelack ack for the loss of their beloved, Jean Gray.
There was anger in the way they clung to each other. Indeed Wolverine's crushing grip threatened to deprive Scott his very life's breath. And that was fine. The unfairness of that loss - a cancer that would not cease its torment, needed to be engulfed by something more powerful and deadly. And so Scott yielded to this crushing pain, even if it would mean his own end.
No tears flowed between them. No anguished cries. Just the silence of two souls hovering at the edge of a vast abyss, grieving together, and hating the life that kept hold of them, but which had let slip their treasured, their only one.
It can't be said exactly when the moment shifted. Some such things turn at the whisper of a word, others a trick exchange between eyes that catch each other at no great distance. A scent, a breeze, who knows what gets the embers to a glow? Not Scott. Neither Logan. For those both, the secret of that moment is forever lost to history. What they would tell you, were either of them inclined to share such things, is simply that there was a "thing" that "happened". And so it would be left.
As to the particulars of the event, not much can be said. A tryst between titans would pretend to evoke images of lazer-lit acrobatics amid animalistic howls of ecstasy. Ribbons of spandex should have swirled about like eider down dancing to the rythmic thrusts of hairy hips. Not so in truth. This day, in this corner of the lab where both had known her, these men danced a different, slower tango, charged more with bitter desperation than eros.
The thing that Scott would remember most was the taste of Logan's mouth. It was distinctly different than anything he'd experienced. Not better. Not worse. Simply different. It wasn't just the taste, it was the feel of it as his own tongue grazed the stubble below Logan's lip. There was the forecfulness of the contact as they had pushed hard against each other. They'd stayed that way, mouth to mouth, breathing each other's air, as if between the two of them, by not letting go, tcoulcould find the answers they both so badly wanted.
The other thing Scott would reflect on was a feeling, that feeling of ... trust, trusting the moment, feeling that he could have stayed there, that it was ok. That it was alright to....that it was alright to need. He'd needed to not be let go. He'd needed the type of intimate comfort that words cannot offer and firm handshakes cannot provide. He'd needed to feel his lips on lips that would not pull away.d had having found that moment, he'd come to the realization of the emptiness of it. These lips were not Jean's lips. These arms were not Jean's arms. The trust was ultimately betrayed. The moment had failed him, leaving him to wander the borders of the abyss alone.
For Logan's part, libido was a tranquilized animal that had been shot down by the potent darts of hard living. Only rarely had the beast stirred. And on that occasion, the tension that had fueled their sparring when they first met now sparked lust in the Wolverine's loins. The feel of Scott's smaller, softer body in his arms had sent small surges through the man/beast. He told himself it was nothing more than a physical urge, an itch to be scratched. He told himself that could not have been anything more to it than that. He tried not to play it over in his mind, laying alone at night with his thought. He told himself that he had not enjoyed it. This is what he told himself. He couldn't allow himself this one simple pleasure. He couldn't allow himself to be that guy.
A kiss was all they had shared. The feel of it would remain on their lips long after the moment died. They had gotten closer than they had ever been, and yet they remained as far apart as ever. This was who they were to each other. Two men with two ways of living down a moment shared - nothing more than a "thing" that "happened" that eventually would be forgotten - probably for always. Probably.