Love and Reason (The Past is Prologue 4/18)
Logan pulled on Scotts hair as he came, a low growl
coming from deep in his throat. Scott leaned down
afterwards, head in his lovers lap. Neither of them
said anything for a minute, Logans fingers in Scotts
hair, stroking lazily.
Come over to the bed, he said to Scott after a
while, standing up, taking him by the hand.
I want to fuck you.
Nah, I dont feel like it.
Okay. Ill suck you off. Scott shook his head.
Logan glared at him. What *do* you want to do?
Nothing. Im fine.
Well, Im not. They stood there, looking at each
other silently for a minute. Logan continued, Whats
wrong with you? All youll do lately is blow me.
What have you got against that? He looked down.
Look, I just dont feel like doing much lately.
No, its not okay. I want more.
We can do it again. Or Ill do you with my hand.
I wanna do you. Scott shook his head. Whats
wrong with you? Logan asked again.
Nothings wrong. I just dont feel like it.
This is sick.
Its how we started, isnt it?
Yeah, I feel like Im in some sort of time warp.
That was a long time ago. And I never could figure
out what you were getting out of it then. If you
dont feel like sex, why are you sucking me off?
Scott shrugged. Why not? You want it. I want to
please you. And, besides, its good for my health,
he added with a smile.
Youre in it for the healing semen?
Partly. Why not? Scott said again.
Logan didnt smile back. Cause I dont fucking like
it. Its sick. Its not natural to just do it one
way like that. I want to touch you. I want to fuck
you. I want to make you come. Why wouldnt you want
me to? Scott didnt say anything. Its been weeks
since weve done anything but you sucking me. You
wont let me even touch your cock. Whats going on?
Nothings going on.
Logans eyes narrowed. Are you doing it with
Scott laughed, short and bitter. No, he said.
Well, I want to know what the fucks going on. And
what it takes to change it, because Im not gonna keep
going like this.
Logan, look. Do you think we could have this fight
some other time? I need your advice. Ive got a
problem I need to talk to someone about and I dont
want anyone but you to know some of it.
Logan opened and closed his mouth a few times before
he answered that one. Okay, Cyclops, he said,
finally. Ill make a deal with you. You tell me
whats on your mind. And then we fuck.
And what if I dont want to?
Then I dont want to hear your problem.
I cant believe this. Youre blackmailing me for
If you want to call it that.
Okay. We can do it that way. And then I fuck you.
Scott smiled, in spite of himself. Tell me whats on
your mind, Cyclops. He took Scott by the hand again
and they sat down on the bed.
Logan kicked off his shoes and lay back on the
pillows. Scott hesitated, sitting at the edge, then
lay down next to him. They didnt touch, didnt speak
for a minute or two. Finally Scott said, Theres
You *are* doing it with somebody else.
No! Shut up for a minute and listen to me, okay?
This has nothing to do with sex. He took a deep
breath. Theres a reporter, Richard Kapell. He
works for the Washington Times.
That Moonie rag?
Yeah, exactly. Anti-mutant, anti-gay. Right wing in
general. They wrote this horrid obit when Charles
died all innuendo, you know? Anyway, theyre after
After you? What does that mean?
This guy Kapell is investigating me. He called me up
and tried to ask a bunch of questions and hes been
following up with all sorts of people. He called
Jean. She wouldnt say anything, of course. But not
just people here. People weve worked with through
the X-Men. Martin Kline called me and said hed hear
from him, too.
Hes not gonna tell him anything. G-Men know how to
keep their mouths shut.
I know. Im not worried about him. It just shows
Kapell found out something to call him, you know? And
I even heard from a couple of my old professors at
Columbia. Hes looking into my background. Hes not
writing some new leader of the X-Men puff piece, you
know? Hes looking for dirt. He didnt say anything
for a minute. Im scared of what hell find out.
I hate to break it to you, but he already knows
youre a mutant.
You dont want him to know youre gay?
No, I dont care about that. Logan looked at him
askance. Im not going back into the closet, Logan.
Im not planning on giving any press conferences about
it Im not talking about my personal life. But I
dont care who knows about that. I dont care who
knows about you and me. Im worried about him digging
into my past.
Oh. Youre scared hell find out you were a
Scott sat up. I hadnt even thought of that. He
paused, considered it. I dont think hell find out
anything about it. Whos he going to ask? Theres no
written record. Theres hardly anyone who even knows
about that. Now that Charles is dead, its just you
And god knows how many johns.
They dont know who I am. They didnt know my last
name, didnt know Im a mutant. I was a kid then.
And I was blind. I looked totally different even if
they saw my picture, they wouldnt put it together.
Other than Simon, nobody who knew me then knows me
now. Simon didnt even recognize me when I ran into
him. If I hadnt told him who I am, he wouldnt have
known, and hes the one who knew me best. And how
would this Kapell character even find any of them to
interview? No, Im not worried about that.
So what are you worried about?
Theres no statute of limitations on homicide.
Homicide? Your father? Scott nodded. It was an
You know that. I know that well, most of the time
I do. But mutants coming into their powers have been
charged with manslaughter before. Or assault with a
deadly weapon. He pointed to his eyes, hidden behind
the glasses. They are deadly weapons.
Yeah, and as soon as you knew they were you stopped
using them. Cyclops, you kept your eyes shut for a
fucking year! You were blind as long as you had to
be. If the professor hadnt found you, theyd still
And Id have a hard time getting anybody to pay me
for blow jobs after twenty years of hustling.
Logan laughed at that. You havent lost your knack.
I dont know what hell find if he starts looking
into my background.
Well what happened after he died? Was there any kind
of investigation? How was his death reported?
I dont know! I wasnt there. I hightailed it out
of Indiana as fast as I could. I have no idea what
happened. I didnt know if they realized I killed
him, if they were after me. For months I was worried
Id get arrested. Then I relaxed a bit. Eventually I
mostly forgot about it. He sighed. Except once in
a while Id dream about blasting him. And lately its
coming back again. Nightmares all the time. Killing
him. Killing other people, too. He took off his
glasses and rubbed his closed eyes. And not just
dreams. Im worrying about it all the time, about
what this Kapell will find out. Its the last thing I
need. Im having a hard enough time with everything
else going on. He sighed. Shit. I wish Charles
were alive. I dont know what to do.
So youre settling for me?
I didnt mean it like that. He sighed again. Im
just having so much trouble knowing what to do lately.
With so many things. Its like indecision is taking
over my life. You know do I dare to eat a peach?
Neither said anything for a minute. Scott continued,
"What do you think? What should I do?
Lie back down.
Scott did. Logan kissed him on the neck and he turned
on his side, back to Logan, who responded by pressing
up against him. Logan, I really dont want to do
this. Can we talk about this reporter?
Later. He reached around Scotts waist and undid
his belt, sliding his hand into his lovers pants.
I really dont want to...
Yes, you do. Stroking now. Maybe your brain
doesnt. Your body does. He unzipped Scotts pants.
Your cocks big and hard for me. Thats cause you
want what Ive got.
Yes, you are. You need this. Youre wound too
tight, Scott. You need to relax. Ive got just what
you need. Taking Scotts hand, he guided it to his
own cock, pushing hard through his pants. See,
thats what you need. Thats whats going to make you
feel good. Just do what I tell you to and well both
Logan pulled Scotts pants down, bunched around his
legs, and then pressed up against his ass. One hand
stroking up and down Scotts cock, he opened his own
fly with the other. He took Scotts hand and wrapped
it round his dick. They rubbed each other. Logan
kept talking, right in Scotts ear. Thats what you
want, isnt it? My big dick. Im gonna stick it up
your ass. I know just how you like it. Im gonna
fuck you good. Thats what you need, you just need
reminding. Its been too long. Youre forgetting
what you like. But your body remembers. Your cocks
twitching in my hand, cause it remembers. Yeah, you
know what you want. And Im gonna give it to you.
He let go of Scotts cock, eliciting a disappointed
groan from his lover. Logan chuckled. Just for a
minute. Im gonna hold it again. He reached for the
lube and started spreading it on his hard-on and all
over his hand. His right hand, slick and slippery
now, resumed stroking Scott as he spread Scotts
cheeks with the other one, and positioned himself to
enter him. You ready? he asked.
You want me?
He pushed in hard and Scott gasped, going rigid and
still until Logan was pushed in up to the hilt.
Shoved in like that, he stayed still for a minute,
stroking Scotts cock but not moving anything but his
hand. Then he started fucking him slowly, moving out
only a little, pushing all the way back in. The
strokes got longer bit by bit until Logan was pulling
out almost completely and then slamming all the way
into Scotts ass. Youre good and tight. Your hole
grabs me. Ah, and you like it, dont you? Thats why
your cocks so big and hard for me. Thats why youre
making those sounds for me. He rubbed the head of
Scotts cock with his thumb, fist sliding up and down
as he pushed in and out.
Thats my boy. Come for me. Let me feel it. Come
on. Fucking and rubbing and whispering in Scotts
ear all the while.
Scott came first, all over Logans hand. Smearing cum
over Scotts belly, Logan fucked him fast and hard
until he came, too, deep inside. Then pulled out and
lay down on his back.
So? Logan smiled at Scott, lying there catching his
Its what you needed, wasnt it?
Yeah. You were right. Is that what you want to
Always a good thing to hear. He didnt say anything
for a minute. It doesnt help, Scott, he said,
finally. Listen to me. I know.
What doesnt help?
Not letting yourself feel stuff. Maybe you think it
makes it easier. Maybe it does for a little while.
In the long run, it just makes it worse. I know about
Is this my cue to tell you youre right again?
Logan chuckled at that.
Scott turned over, throwing an arm over Logan. They
held each other close for a minute. So what do you
think I should do about this reporter?
Adam Greenfield. Have him look into what happened in
Indiana. Hes gonna be here, right?
I dont want Adam knowing about what happened to my
If this Kapell finds out, everybodys going to know.
Dont tell Adam what hes looking for. Just tell him
to go looking, set him loose, and see what he finds.
If he finds it out, then at least were prepared, can
figure out what to do about it. Maybe we can make
some evidence disappear or something. And if Adam
doesnt find out what happened, well then were home
free. The Washington Times reporter isnt gonna find
anything Adam cant.
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