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13 December 2009 @ 12:49 am
Hey readers. I know it's been a while since I've posted any slash, and I know my fandoms are dying as I speak, but I just wanted to remind anyone still reading that I plan to keep updating when I can despite a dwindling audience. Unfortunately, it's been a while since I've posted anything. But hopefully I'll find the time soon.

Thanks for your patience,
05 July 2009 @ 09:16 pm
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11 December 2008 @ 12:35 am
Title: Runaway
Author: live_louder
Rating: PG - 13
Status: (1/?)
Pairing: Scott/Logan, possible Scott/Logan/Jean
Warnings: slash, threesome talk.
Summary: Jean wants a threesome. Logan wants a threesome. Scott wants to hide.

Thank you to asreal01 and paia j for being the best betas ever. I wrote this about a month ago and then forgot about it, it's my first fic, so feel free to tell me if anything's off.

**Disclaimer** I own none of the characters.

Scott was leaning against the wall of the rec room. He'd found Jean absorbed in an animated conversation with Logan and decided that waiting over *here* was enough to show Jean that he was making an effort to get to know the man.


Across the room he could hear the sound of Jean's soft laughter, could see her slowly lean forward to place a leisurely hand on Logan's knee. The other hand settled on his shoulder as Jean leaned towards his ear, her red lips softly moving in a gentle whisper. Whatever she said to Logan had the Canadian glancing between her and Scott, his eyes filling with disbelief, which quickly dissolved into a leer.


Coughing uncomfortably Scott glanced away and struggled to suppress the warm blush that had rose to his cheekbones. He hated this.

He couldn't keep his composure around the other man. Ever since Logan found out about Scott's 'experimentation' as teenager he had taken it upon himself to think up creative ways to invite both Scott and Jean into his bed. Scott had to fight back another surge of heat as he recalled Logan's last 'invitation'.

Scott was so distracted that he barely registered the fact that the pair was moving towards him.

Logan braced a meaty hand above Scott and leaned in, a toothy grin set into his handsome face.

“You feeling alright?” he purred.

Scott pressed himself more fully against the wall. “Jean, can I ... other room ... now?” he called out over Logan's shoulder. Jean nodded and said her goodbyes to Logan who, much to Scott's dismay, responded without shifting from his spot.

Jean followed Scott to their room in silence, her long strides barely keeping up with his anxious gait. When they reached their door Scott burst into the room and shut the door behind Jean. He turned to her and glared.

“What did you tell him?”

Jean casually strolled over to sit on the bed. “I told him you had a dream about him last night.”

“You told him!?” he hissed.

"I don't think it's that bad." she stated just as casually as before, “He was starting to think you weren't interested.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not!”

“You are interested Scott.” she deadpanned “ I've been in your head remember?”

“No” Scott declared stubbornly. He hated it when she acted like she could read thoughts he hadn't had yet. “I know what you're planning with Logan, and I'm telling you now, no.” his posture becoming as rigid as his attitude.

For a while neither one of them said anything, but when Scott turned to leave Jean spoke up.

“You can't keep running away.”

He ignored her and moved towards the door, swinging it open only to run right into the man that had started all of this.

Logan was standing there in the hall, fervently glancing back and forth between the two of them with a hungry look. When Logan's eyes settled on him Scott realized that Logan expected him to stay. The feral man started to reach towards him, but Scott cringed back.

 “N.. no.” was all Scott stuttered out.

Logan's hand suddenly froze. The gleam in his eye dimmed, only to be replaced with an angrier, more malevolent one. The hand shot forward and fisted in Scott's shirt, slamming him between the feral man and the door frame.

“We're not going to wait on you forever, 'Cyke!” Logan snarled into Scott's face.

“Don't touch me!” Scott growled back, his gaze flicking down to Logan's grip.

Logan narrowed his eyes, dangerous fury radiating from his expression. Scott had been in this situation before, he tensed up, waiting for the blow.

But Logan surprised him. Without breaking eye contact Logan slowly disentangled his fingers from Scott's shirt and smoothed the material down.

Pressing closer the feral man leaned into Scott. He could feel Logan's chest rise as he inhaled deeply, taking in Scott's scent.

“Mine.” Logan purred softly, suddenly nipping his earlobe.

Scott jerked back in surprise and shoved past Logan out of the room.

Scott rushed down the hall. All the while trying to ignore the lingering surprise of Logan's bite and the burning gaze he could feel between his shoulder blades.

He wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

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