Rating: PG13? I don't know. Sex acts are implied so whatever
that equates to rating-wise.
Disclaimer: Simply for fun. That's all. No money, no rights,
no nothing but fun.
I.
To say that
Logan was in a mood today would
have been a gross overstatement. However the man was always in something of a
mood, and the extremity of this particular one went completely unnoticed by
everyone that afternoon. In the evening, on the other hand, when he pushed his
way past a few students as he stormed down a corridor, Kurt took notice.
More
importantly, he took action. As he looked down the hallway to see the mutant
heading in his direction, Kurt stuck out his tail to block the path and held
out a hand to touch Logan's arm in
concern.
Logan
paused a moment, staring into Kurt's eyes. "Get off me, Elf," he snapped
angrily. Kurt did not budge. His hurried pace temporarily suspended, he rocked
on the balls of his feet with pent-up anxiety. Then, out of the corner of his
mouth, he whispered in a pained voice, "Don't feel so good."
The furry,
three-fingered touch on the arm increased to the grip of two hands, and a tail
curved around to circle around Logan's
legs. In Kurt's grasp, Logan stayed
motionless and closed his eyes. He felt a tug and heard the low popping sound.
Then he opened his eyes to find himself in his bedroom.
Logan
took a step away from Kurt, which was also one towards the bed, then he paused
again. His eyes narrowed, squinted, then closed completely. Conversely, his
mouth frowned, lips parted, then jaw dropped open. The expression on his face
went from tense to slack in a matter of moments. Then he pitched forward, one
hand halfway to his face, the other splayed upon his thigh to keep himself from
bending too much. "hahhh-CHAHH! h'CHOOSHH!"
Annoyed and
frustrated, he had pulled his hands into tight fists during the sneezes and,
now that they were finished, his claws instantly slid out of the hand closer to
his face. Roughly, he rubbed the back of that hand against his nose, the setting
sunlight outside the window catching on the metal and glinting in his eyes. Then
he took another step toward the bed, swept his hand towards the headboard, and
pulled it back with a Kleenex impaled upon his claws. He retracted his claws
and caught the Kleenex, then rubbed it at his nose.
Then Logan
looked back at Kurt, his expression revealing an internal fight to find the
right words. Though he was not a man of many, when he spoke he always tried to
make them perfect. "I don't do sick very well."
"Lucky for
you, zen," Kurt said, pausing in his sentence as he
teleported from behind Logan to in
front. He perched upon the top of the headboard, toes wrapped around the metal
like a trapeze, And he reached down, pushing away the blankets to make room for
Logan to get in. "I enjoy taking
care of people."
Logan
got the message to get into bed but did not understand why Kurt was smiling. Annoyed,
he still stripped off his clothing, right down to the last sock. He shivered
when he slid into bed, cold sheets against his skin, but one more teleport
later and Kurt was in bed beside him, beneath the covers and plumping the
pillows. When finished plumping, he began tucking. He made sure the blankets
were tight around Logan to keep him
warm on one side while Kurt, lying on his side and facing Logan,
warmed the other. Meanwhile his tail reached up and wrapped around the Kleenex
box, pulling it down between them in the bed.
When
evidence of another sneeze crossed Logan's
face, Kurt was quick with getting a Kleenex and holding it to Logan's
face. Though his nose was quivering, Logan
attempted to pull away, but Kurt was in a much more flexible position and his
reactions were not dulled by a cold. "hahh... harCHOOSHH! CHUSHHHH!" He coughed as Kurt rubbed his
nose dry, then successfully pulled away, embarrassed and quite frustrated.
"This is--"
"Hush,"
Kurt said, shaking his head. "Of course it is. You do not often fall ill." Once
upon a time, Logan had assumed his
mutant powers of healing and regeneration explained the fact that he never
seemed to catch anything going around. But after several difficult and
unpreventable bouts with illnesses, that theory did not hold much weight any
longer. But this was the first time he'd come down with something since Kurt had arrived on the scene. "Vhich means I do not often have a chance to..."
Logan
gritted his teeth and, out of the corner of his mouth, "Take care of me like I'm
a baby?"
Laughing
and shaking his head, "I vas going to say 'stay in bed vis
you vhen you're helpless to resist my advances'."
Logan
raised his eyebrows and chuckled back. "Advances? What... advances?" he asked
shakily.
"Vell..." Kurt looked down at the Kleenex box and pulled a few
more from it. "Zere's ze
snuggling in bed vis you, vich
is a start. And zere's ze intimate
touching."
It was Logan's
turn to laugh, though it was as light and unsteady as his words had been. He
reached for the Kleenexes but Kurt had lifted them to his nose already. "hahhh-CHSHHHHH! huhhhCHOO!
hehhCHOOO! hahhCHOOSHH!"
Kurt had one hand on his shoulder to keep him from shaking too much during the
bout, and the thumb and one finger of his other hand pinched Logan's
nose through the Kleenexes. Logan
tried again to pull away, but Kurt was persistent and, frankly, stronger at the
moment. Logan closed his eyes and,
resignedly, blew his nose. "Not the sort of intimate touch I had in mind, Elf,"
Logan cracked, when Kurt had wiped
his nose dry.
"Nor I,"
Kurt agreed, smiling brightly. Beneath the blankets, Kurt's tail found Logan's
crotch.
"Oh,"
sighed Logan with understanding.
"You like to take care of me."
"Ja," Kurt nodded, now rubbing beneath the blankets. "In
every vay."
Logan
closed his eyes and let pleasure overtake his annoyance.
II.
Kurt sat on
the edge of his bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around him. It was up in
the back like a hood covering most of his head. And he clutched it in the front
with both hands to both keep the warmth in and to keep his hands from shaking. Less
than a day into the cold he'd caught from Logan
and already he felt terrible.
When he
felt a sneeze coming on, he groaned softly, not wanting to let go and feel cold
again. "ahh... achhh..." His
breath hitched. In the back, his tail poked out from beneath the blankets. It
curved around and its spaded end pressed firmly against his nostrils. Despite
the touch, his nostrils still twitched and his breathing still hitched. "ehhhh... Ehhhh!" But
the sneeze backed off and he sighed, lowering his tail.
Ever since
he'd sent Logan out, all Kurt had done
was sneeze. It was all he could do to hold sneezes off to get a few minutes of
peace.
Suddenly his
whole body tensed up and he shuddered at the strong sensation filling his nose.
"AhhKChhtttttt!" He sneezed, his smallish frame
shaking at the force.
His tail
rubbed back and forth at his pinkened nose, then
moved over to the Kleenex box where it sat beside him on the bed. Not the kind
where one tissue at a time pops out of the top, the pointy end of his tail
jabbed at the stack of Kleenex through the opening until he managed to get a
few balanced on the end of his tail. Like a wineglass on a tray, he very slowly
pulled his tail back, trying to get the Kleenexes to his nose. The way his nose
was running, he very much needed them.
Kurt
sniffled, trying to hold back the runniness for just a few seconds more. But
the sniffle tickled his nose terribly and caused his breaths to catch again. "ehhh... ahchhh... Ahhchhhtttt! Ahk'tchhttt!" The
sneezes shook him again, causing him to drop the Kleenexes. Frustrated, Kurt
simply wiped his tail at his nose again, scrubbing away tickles as he sniffled
wetly, repeatedly.
He closed
his eyes with a sigh, wanting very much to lie down but knowing that his nose
would only feel fuller and run more if he did that. So he stayed upright,
perched on the side of his bed, The fur on his tail getting a bit damp as he
continued to rub at his nose.
"All
right," said Logan, bursting into
the room with his arms full. "Got you everything on your list." The tone in his
voice was one of finality, and Kurt half expected him to say something like 'Am
I done? Are you well now?'
"Sag you," Kurt
thanked him stuffily, his nose tickling when he spoke. He rubbed his tail more
vigorously beneath his nose. "Blease hadd be a..." Try as he might, he could neither finish his
sentence nor keep his eyes open. They slammed shut and his breaths began
racing. "ehh... achhhh..."
Standing in
front of the bed, Logan looked away
from the weak and sneezy Kurt and down at the items he had retrieved. There
were a number of items Kurt could possibly request. From bottled juice to pills.
From an extra pillow to a hot water bottle. But Logan
had no earthly idea what the other mutant was asking for. "I can't hand
anything to you if you don't tell me what you want," Logan
explained, sounding a bit annoyed.
"AHKChhttttt! AhhhKTChttttt!"
Kurt shivered and kept his tail at his nose, not wanting Logan
to see the mess he'd made of himself. "Kleedex," he
finished, eyes flickering towards the box and the fallen Kleenexes beside him. "Deed
lots of Kleedex."
"Okay..." Logan
said, agreeing. He watched Kurt snuffle liquidly a few more times.
"Volveride?" Kurt sounded anxious, distressed.
Logan
suddenly realized that Kurt wanted him to hand some over. "Oh. Right. Sure." He
grabbed a few at a time, then awkwardly held them up to Kurt's face.
Grateful,
Kurt used his tail to hold them to his nose. He blew hard several times, then
lowered his tail and, with it, the Kleenexes. His nose still tickled a little, but
it was a little better now. "Sag you," Kurt said again, letting a deep breath
out slowly so as not to bother his nose. "I feel so biserable."
Logan
gave a nod and sat down on the bed beside Kurt. He dropped the items on the bed
then stretched, glad to be rid of them. Then he noticed Kurt looking at him
with large, hurting eyes. "Sorry you're sick," he said, as though it were a
struggle. Kurt's expression softened with appreciation and he nodded back. "You're
going to do your damnedest to make sure I get the hang of this taking care of
you thing, aren't you, Elf?"
Kurt smiled
weakly and nodded. He chuckled, nostrils twitching with need again. "Ihhh!" He warned, closing his eyes as the
sneeze came upon him quickly. "ahhh-AKChhuhhh!" He
sneezed into another Kleenex, held by Logan.
He rubbed his nose into it and smiled again. "You're doig
just fide."
Logan
growled softly at the compliment which was more of an exaggeration. "Don't know
what you're talking about. You were a hell of a lot better at this."
Kurt
shrugged. "Yes, but I abbreciate the effort. It just
takes bractice." He sniffed hard and coughed.
"Besides, you haved't had ze
chadce to take care of be id bore bersodal
vays."
Logan
shook his head, not understanding until Kurt's eyes turned downward and Logan
noticed a bulge beneath the blanket that had not been there before. He growled
again, this time playfully. Then he stood in front of Kurt and dropped to his
knees. With a wide, mischievous grin, he ducked his head beneath the blanket.
Kurt sighed
and closed his eyes, making encouraging noises as he held his tail to his nose to
try to hold back oncoming sneezes.