Getaway (RP for canadianclaws)

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Scott insisted on packing skis for both of them.

There was supposed to be good powder up in the Catskills this weekend, and cross-country was a good workout.

Besides. If anybody asked where they were headed for the weekend, Scott could say "skiing." Emma could smirk all she wanted. Hell, Logan could smirk all he wanted. With any luck, that

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[canadianclaws]

Logan took the keys with a raised eyebrow. "You sure you're feelin' all right, Slim?" But he wasn't about to surrender the privilege, and he was in the front seat and revving the engine before Scott could respond.

Logan didn't ask about the route. At this point in his life, he pretty much had a detailed map of half the world stored in his brain. So, when Scott was in the car, he turned up the music as loud as it would go, pulled out of the mansion driveway toward the main road, and made a right.

He didn't have any delusions that this weekend was going to be all fun sex and happy bunnies. Not after what had just happened with Jeannie. But if Scott wanted to talk about that - or, hell, about anything - he was going to have to bring it up himself. Logan was good at staying quiet.

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Scott let Logan drive, with the radio blaring, until they got onto the highway. They could have ridden all the way upstate like that. It wasn't like he was in any big hurry to have a meaningful talk.

On the other hand, he had asked Logan to drive for a reason. They had a couple hours in the car where Scott could be reasonably sure that his conversational forays wouldn't be diverted, either by violence or sex. As sure as you could be of anything where Logan was concerned in any case.

"So you're not going to believe this, probably," he said. "But I feel better than I've felt in a while."

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Logan sets his mouth in a careful line, his eyes not leaving the road in front of him. "Yeah? How's that?"

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Scott reached behind him to scratch his back. He was trying like hell to seem casual, off his guard. He wanted to have a conversation, not a fight.

"Seeing, you know. Her." He watched Logan's hands on the wheel. "I feel more settled about it." He swallowed. "About us."

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"Pretty well? Comforting thought, Slim." But it would do. The blindfold had been nice last time, but Logan had always been fond of variety. Even dangerous variety.

Logan began to kiss down the length of Scott's abdomen, falling into a crouch and gripping Scott's muscled back with one hand, but he stopped at the hairs above Scott's belt buckle, the fingers of his other hand hand poised on the button of Scott's pants.

"There a reason you always get to go first?"

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Scott raised an eyebrow. "You have to ask?"

He didn't really think Logan wanted to get in a debate about it, here, on his knees. He reached down to touch Logan's face, then ran a hand down it's length. Fingering the other man's chin, he said. "You'll get your turn."

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"That a promise?" Logan asked. He undid Scott's belt and fly and began to massage him over the fabric of his underwear, but he showed no signs of moving any further. Instead, ducking his head, he caught with his teeth the knuckles of the two fingers Scott had just used to touch his chin and took them into his mouth, licking and sucking on the tips.

Logan could tease with the best of them.

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Scott thought about saying that the promise would depend on how well Logan did his part. But there was playfulness, and there was taunting the person who -- claws or no claws -- was about to slip your manhood behind his teeth.

So Scott didn't answer, but let Logan keep touching him. When his warm mouth closed around Scott's fingers, Scott heard himself moan. He reached out his other hand and started to rub the back of Logan's neck.

If Logan could tease, Scott could wait.

[canadianclaws]

Logan let his boots crunch into the thin layer of snow beneath his feet, settling his weight and lining up his shot. Bobby's target was a piece of shit, and his bows weren't much better, but Logan was enjoying the mindless rhythm of it.

Snap. Logan released the arrow, sending it zooming into the target just a notch to the left of the bullseye. "Balance is off, I'm tellin' you," he muttered. He turned up the collar of his light leather jacket - he'd never minded the cold - and walked over to retrieve the arrow.

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Scott mimed pulling his bow arm back a few times, getting a feel for the motion again, until Logan got out of the way. Then he let an arrow fly, heard the swish and thump as it hit home, and watched it quiver in the bullseye. He turned to Logan and nodded, doing nothing else to acknowledge the little victory, then walked toward the target.

"Did you ever come up here, back in the day?" Scott asked. He honestly couldn't remember, but Bobby's family had owned the place, seemingly forever. Scott picked up the arrow, stretched and held it over his head. Lowering it, he walked back to his mark and said, before thinking it through, "This place saved my life the first year with the new team."

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"Never even knew the place was here," Logan said, honestly, as he fitted his arrow on the bowstring. He'd never paid much attention to his teammates' personal lives unless they somehow related to him. "How'd a cabin save your life?"

He let the arrow fly, and it hit the bullseye - but not nearly as perfectly as Scott's had. Not that that surprised Logan at all. He'd known going into this that target practice with Mr. Geometry Vision was a losing proposition.

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Scott set the bow down, leaning against it, and gave Logan the chance to take a shot. "It was a place to be," he said, "where I wasn't outnumbered by a bunch of Johnny-come-latelys." He tried smiling, wanting to make it a joke.

There was more he didn't say. It was a place that wasn't in the city with Jean, either. She had come up with him a couple times -- it occurred to him that he and Logan would probably sleep on a bed where he and Jean had made love. But mostly it was just him, skis and arrows in the winter or a fishing rod in the summer, trying to make sense of his life.

[canadianclaws]

Logan turned around with reluctance, keeping his arms crossed over his chest, and looked at Scott for the first time. And maybe it was a good thing that he did, because there was something in Scott's face that hadn't come through in his voice - something that Logan couldn't quite place, but that definitely meant that his words had actually gotten through to something beyond Scott's surface defensiveness.

So Logan let his voice soften a little, and said, "Fine. Talk."

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Logan wasn't walking away. Yet.

Scott crossed his arms and lifted his chin. "For starters," he said. "Jean. I think about her all the time, all right? About what it meant to her, everything I did. Everything I screwed up. And when I think about leading the team, I want it to be the kind of team she'd be proud of. And I'm sorry, you know, I'm sorry that I don't talk to you about this -- that I don't have long meaningful talks with somebody who's going to criticize and shoot down every damn thing I say. I can't imagine --" His voice gave a little, for the first time, a slight tremble, and he stopped. "Jesus."

He slouched back against the tree. "I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"

There in his words, everything that Logan had criticized -- turning the situation so that it was all about him; defending himself against phantom attacks, to the point he was never going to give Logan a chance to say anything.

With his back against the tree trunk, Scott slid down and looked up at Logan from a crouch. "Can I try again?"

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Logan sat down cross-legged on the hard-packed dirt across from Scott. The man was trying, however ineffectively. That... was something.

"Yeah, you might wanna do that," he said, but there was a note of a smile in his voice and on his face. If Scott was recognizing what Logan was saying, there wasn't any need to goad him on.

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Logan took Scott by surprise when he took a seat. Scott had somehow envisioned looking up at the man as he spoke. But Logan sat down, and Scott could have sworn he was smiling. Scott sat in the dirt shifting to avoid a tree root, and almost smiled himself.

Then he reminded himself that Logan was angry, very, and -- smiles or no smiles -- apparently had been for a long time.

Scott wanted to have this conversation; he didn't want things to end the way they were beginning to look like they would end. He would have to talk without being defensive -- without talking about himself.

"Jean," he began again. "When I think about her -- and she's dead, and we know this, but she comes down to us -- however that works. And she sees us. And I try to think about what she must think and --" He faltered, looking at Logan, " -- how all this feels to her? Is that what you wanted to talk about? What do you think?"

[resolute]

OH BOYS!! Er. Just sayin'. I'm reading this and they are so cute ad so impossible.

OOC

[likeadeuce]

Thank you! We certainly try to make them completely impossible -- or maybe they do that on their own.

[canadianclaws]

*grin* I'm so glad you like. They really love being impossible. I just want to bop them both over the head a little, sometimes. And it is so hard to get Logan to actually talk about his feelings. So hard. But it's worth it. :)