[Warning: Slight suggestive [s**ual imagery]
(Logan's POV)
I was grateful for the cold wind on my arms and face. Spending more time with Scott just made him being with Jean worse. Before recently, I always thought he was just an a**hole who needed to be knocked down a peg. I only agreed to him comin' around cuz Jean was ignorin' us but now that wasn't an issue and for some reason we were still doing it. Suddenly I realized that I now liked havin' him around. And now I could see the good that Jean musta found in him a long time ago. He was passionate and made intricate plans. He had a dimple in his cheek when he laughed. I found myself wonderin' what his eyes looked like under those glasses o' his. After breakfast him and Jean would go off together but he always waved as he looked back at me with that grin. More than ever, my stomach turned with rage when I thought about them. The very thought disgusted me more than ever. Is it cuz I get it now? I get why she likes him better? I found myself wonderin' about what they do behind closed doors in dim light. I pictured not only her face but his and the way they always looked at each other like they were the only ones around even when they weren't. I pictured their bodies as they moved under the covers together. How they could stay up talking into the late hours of the night, drunk on exhaustion. How it might make them talk like they're drunkards around a bar or into each some kind of longing inside. I wondered about their secrets and their shared glances. I wondered about all of it too much.
A part of me just wanted to ride away and disappear again for a while. Not like anyone'd miss me anyway. Go away to clear my head. To get rid of whatever these thoughts were. Maybe find a nice girl to stay up late with in a dimly lit room. A girl I'd imagine was someone else.
It was no good. How do you escape your own mind? I wondered as I swerved off the road and fell down a hill. Black.
I woke up to see Scott's face with furrowed eyebrows staring back at me. I rubbed the back of my neck and sat up. He moved away and sat next to me. "You okay, Wolverine?"
"I have a healing mutation, bub. I'm fine. I'll walk it off. Why are you here?"
He looked down. "I tried to catch up to you after you drove off. I know I shouldn't have because I probably made you mad—"
"You didn't make me mad. Just tryna clear my head."
He smiled. "Okay. That means you want to be alone though, right?"
I just held eye contact with him (or the closest thing there was to it) for a while before laughing. "That was the plan, yeah." He got up, nodding grimly and heading back to his car. I can't believe I didn't notice that flashy red car in my rear view. I caught his arm as I stood up. "But sometimes plans change." He looked at me with his eyebrows raised and his lips slightly parted. It was as if I said something completely shocking. Maybe I did.
He cleared his throat and furrowed his brows. "You wanna hop in? I can put your motorcycle in the back."
"You think I wanna let you drive me around, pretty boy?"
His face flushed and he bit his lip and smiled which surprised me. "Yeah... okay." He hesitated and I raised an eyebrow. "Do you wanna meet somewhere or... I can continue driving after your motorcycle?" He shrugged.
I grinned as an idea popped into my head. "Why don't you get on the back?"
His jaw dropped and his face grew into a darker shade of red. "Where will I put my car?"
I chuckled. Really, that's all his objection was? That was very unlike Scott. He always wanted to be in charge. I crossed my arms. "Good point." I thought for a minute. "We could go to a hotel. Then you could get on the back."
"Don't you have to check in for that?" He asked, his voice sounded kinda hoarse.
"Yeah, I was planning on checking in for a week or so anyway. Just follow me."
"Okay." Without another word, he got in his car and I shrugged. I got on my bike and drove to the hotel, all the while I saw his red car in my rearview. We arrived and I heard his car door close. I looked toward the sound and saw him approaching the bike. "Do you have a helmet or something? If we crash, I can't heal like you."
I smiled, getting off the bike and opening the compartment under the seat. I took a helmet out. "Here ya go."
"Thanks." Then I got on the bike and patted the back with a grin.
"So how do I...?"
I laughed. "Come 'ere." He furrowed his eyebrows and straddled the bike awkwardly. I grabbed his arms and wrapped them around my torso. "There. Like that. Hold on tight. You ever ridden on one before?"
"Never like this."
"This'll be fun." I said, starting the engine. He held on tighter and my stomach felt like there were butterflies inside. My smile got wider and we started riding down the road nearby. The wind blew my hair and I loved the feeling. Clearly these antics were giving me a burst of amusement.