VI.5 Showered in shame

“Uh, Gwen? Would it be alright if I used your shower?” Nico heard himself ask. Yeah. It had been more than a day and he was still finding traces of dried blood. That seemed like a good enough idea. 

Gwen stopped in her tracks and turned around, seemingly not agreeing at all. She eyed him with concern. “I don't know, Nicky... Any other time, yes, of course. But… you still don't seem very steady”. She gave him a painfully apologetic look. “Would you be okay with some help…? It's nothing I haven't seen…”. 

Nico gave her a shocked and then equally painfully apologetic look back. Logan leaned against the doorframe, revelling in all the awkwardness. His smile made it obvious he was enjoying the show a bit too much. 

Gwen, seemingly agreeing, turned to him with a stern look. She narrowed her eyes, then looked back to Nico. “Would it be easier if it was a guy?” she asked completely seriously, openly declaring a two-front war. 

Dropping that bomb put an immediate stop to Logan’s revelling. He stared at Nico. His blank expression said more than words ever could. Nico stared back easily just as blank, wholeheartedly agreeing. Well, a blank expression, aside from all the fiery red undoubtedly spreading across it… 

Logan was the first to violate the ceasefire. And not fighting for the right side… “Well… probably isn't anything I haven't seen either…” he reasoned without any enthusiasm, apparently conscripted in Gwen's troops now. “I've seen most of it by now anyway…” he added in a cowardly ambush of Nico’s homefront. 

Nico had neither the arsenal nor strategic advantages to adequately strike back. “Uh…” he mustered weakly. 

“It would be a pretty stupid way to die, dude… Even for you” Logan went on, moving in for a decisive victory. 

Nico shook his head refusing to capitulate to terrorist demands. “I like my chances… Better than instantly dying of shame anyway!” he retorted, throwing up a hand in refusal. 

“Well, not by much!” Logan quipped back, noticeably annoyed now. 

Fucking hell, you moron! 

This had to be the most awkward stalemate Nico had ever been in… And for some reason, instead of just giving up, Logan seemed very determined to put an end to it in the only way they'd both lose… Nico glared at him for his betrayal.

Nico looked everywhere except at Logan, which was hard given the limited space in the bathroom and the fact he was right in front of him… 

“So…” Logan started carefully. “Does it make it better or worse if I get undressed…?”

Gods fucking damn it. How the hell was he supposed to actually consider that question? Right now there was nothing he could think of that could be any worse than being right here, right now. Then again, he’d much rather try to consider that than the question of if he wanted both of them to be naked, or just himself… “Uhh…” was all he could bring himself to utter.

“I’ll just… Keep my clothes on” Logan concluded.

They stared at each other for a second. The atmosphere felt like that of a funeral, a particularly unfunny one. Logan made a show of turning his face away, eyes fixed at the wall. 

Right. Guess that was his cue… 

He quickly struggled his clothes off. Well, Logan’s clothes. Damn it. That made this even more awkward. 

He quickly stepped into the shower cabin and turned around, arms wrapped tightly around himself, pressing himself together wherever he could. Not that it helped hide anything. 

He hastily turned the valve, letting the water loose. The ice cold water. What the fuck?! He jolted. 

Two warm hands grabbed onto his upper arms, tightly holding him in place. “You okay?!” Logan shouted behind him.

“No!” Nico shouted back, shivering angrily. He slammed a hand on the other valve and strangled it to an acceptable position. The water took a while to process his feedback, warming up agonizingly slowly.

Nico ground his teeth when he realized Logan wasn’t going to move his hands away, grip loosened, but annoyingly present. “I’m fine…” he grumbled, trying to shrug him off. 

“I just don’t want you to fall. You startled me…” Logan grumbled back, tightening his grip again.

I startled you?! Who's the dumbass who left the shower on fucking freezing here?! Nico glanced around to glare at him. His glare didn’t make it to its destination.

He blinked a few times, trying to take in everything behind him. Logan was soaked, hair messy and wet, his t-shirt plastered against him. But Nico barely noticed any of that. There was only one thing he could focus on. Logan was blushing, faintly, but undeniably. 

Nico turned around in shock, a little too close, almost against him. 

Logan huffed quietly, eyes darting down and right back up. A flash went through them. Not anger, panic! Logan rapped his fingers against Nico’s upper arms.

What’s going on?! 

Nico felt something shift against him. Against his hip. He looked down to find out what, only to get shocked again. With much higher voltage this time.

No. Fucking. Way! He met Logan’s eyes, equally wide eyed. 

“Sorry!” Logan croaked out. “I’ll look away!”. He snapped his face to the side, swallowing nervously. 

Nico laughed weakly. He cocked his head, a mean smile spreading on his face in realization. This changes… Everything! Their entire dynamic of the past days just shifted on its head. 

“Well… That’s interesting” Nico snickered, nodding down. “What happened to ‘I've seen most of it anyway’, hm?”.

Logan’s eyes flashed back to him for a moment, then back to the wall with even more intensity. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, almost a pout. His blush deepened.

Nico’s breath caught. What? Why? Just because being flustered was a surprisingly good look on Logan? Alright, a very good look… He had to give him that.

He shifted a little, trying to process. Another part of him did too. A part that seemed to find everything a lot less complicated than they did... Maybe, just maybe, this was more exciting than he realized before? His body certainly seemed to think so. 

Besides the obvious signs, he noticed his hands were shaking. Trying to get them to stop doing that, he reached under Logan’s shirt and ran his fingers over the hem of his pants. He stopped when he reached the front, slipping them between the fabric. Sliding his fingers past his skin made Logan wince. 

They stared into each other’s eyes. Both seemingly equally unsure of what was about to happen. Scared even?

Nico let his eyes dart down, then back onto Logan’s. Logan laughed nervously, his eyes glowing a bright, warm orange. Nico felt his breathing speed up against his grip. 

Was it fear? No, not just fear at least.

Right…?  

Fuck it. He was going to find out. 

Keeping his eyes fixed on his to gauge his reaction, he slowly started to lower himself down, trying to get to his knees. 

Logan’s breath paused. His hands shot down onto Nico's elbows, stopping him. “Stop!” he urged.

Nico froze, his heart stopped for a second. Shit! He’d just fucked up. Really badly! He shot back up and tried to turn away, his face burning with embarrassment. 

Logan pulled him against him. “No! No… I mean… You can’t. You’ve got a concussion” he rambled desperately.

Oh…!

Nico’s face burned with something entirely different from embarrassment now. He sighed out deeply in relief, and again much more shallowly in disappointment. 

Logan leaned in closer, a mischievous grin on his face. Funny, Nico never used to like that much before… 

“Let’s get you dried off and in bed”. The low tone of Logan's voice hitting his ear made Nico shudder a bit. Logan's grip around him tightened, his warm breath against

Nico's temple underlining a barely audible chuckle. “When we've got that out of the way, I’ll make it up to you, okay? You won’t have to lift a finger”. Without so much as a glance, he turned the valve and ripped a towel off the shelf. 

Right before Nico got the chance to shiver, the soft fabric of the towel pressed against his back. The surprise pushed him further, against the warm, wet fabric of Logan’s shirt. He tensed up, breath stuck in his throat, turning his face away right in time to prevent an accidental…

He felt Logan chuckle in his grip, no sound, not any less smug. Nico quickly pulled his hands off Logan’s waist. He didn’t even remember putting them there. Despite the red hot embarrassment on his face, he turned back to glare at him. His face heated up even more in the heated amber flames in front of him. 

His eyes darted down, at Logan’s grin. Lips closed. Right in front of his own. He didn’t think. With another nudge from the towel, he moved in. 

Logan let out a quiet little gasp against him. The audible surprise cleared Nico’s head just enough to pull away. 

“Fuck. Sorry!” he groaned, eyes clenched shut in embarrassment and a sudden dizzy spell. 

The towel ran down his back, pressing him against Logan. It slowed at his lower back, stopping even lower, keeping him in place with a warm, firm grip. One hand slid back up, tilting Nico’s chin and forcing his eyes back on Logan’s. 

Nico’s knees went weak when Logan’s tongue ran under his. He closed his eyes to fight the dizziness. He had trouble staying upright. Logan grabbed the back of his neck, keeping him close. Nico sank into his arms, following his tongue with his own.

“There” Logan whispered hoarsely between breaths. “Now we’re even”. He pulled their lips apart.

Nico huffed, letting his forehead slump onto Logan’s shoulder. He panted, shivering all over. He didn’t get the chance to catch his breath. 

Logan let go of the towel and bent down. 

Nico gasped, grasping at Logan’s back as everything tilted and his feet lost the ground. Shock turned to annoyance when Logan moved to the door. Nico fought his grip. He was about to shout at him when they entered the hallway. He quickly bit his tongue, realizing any word would alert Gwen. Fuck. He desperately shielded his face from sight of the kitchen, just in case. 

He elbowed Logan in the back as soon as they entered the bedroom, harder than just a warning. The smack on his ass made him swallow his newfound pride right back down. 

Logan dropped him down onto the bed. The back of Nico’s head hit a warm hand before it hit the pillow. The hand slowly slipped out underneath as they glared at each other. Not just a glare, the panting gave away… 

Logan’s hands slowly curled into fists next to Nico’s sides. His eyes were blazing, slowly trailing down over Nico’s shivering body. His scowl turned into a devious grin. “You sure you’re up for this?” he teased, quiet and low. Clear genuine concern nonetheless. 

Was he sure? Fuck no…! This was a terrible idea.

Logan pulled his shirt off, fast and controlled. It hit the opposite wall and crumpled on the floor. Nico barely even registered it, eyes locked on Logan’s body. The faded scars all over the lean muscles heaved with each breath. 

Nico just nodded. “Uhuh” he forced out. A pitch too high.

Logan snickered. He forced his knee between Nico’s and pried them apart. Rough and determined. Nico’s huff turned into a whimper when Logan ground his hips against him. He let out another whimper when Logan ran his tongue between his teeth. 

Nico felt himself twitch. Something hard pressed against his hip through the wet fabric of Logan’s pants. He tried to move his hand down.

Logan caught his wrist, yanking it back up. He pulled his lips away, over to Nico’s ear. He bit down on his earlobe, almost too hard. “Don’t move” he growled. 

Nico tensed up, holding his breath in surprise. 

Logan’s grip on his wrist loosened just a bit. He kissed his temple. “I’ll take care of it” he whispered in his ear, a hint softer. 

Nico exhaled, only to gasp again when Logan bit his neck. Logan soothed him with a kiss. He trailed down, over his chest, over his stomach, over his-!

Nico pushed himself up with his elbows. 

Logan shoved him right back down onto his back. An evil chuckle the only warning before he moved right back down and ran his tongue up Nico’s shaft. 

Nico twitched at the sensation. Logan made use of the opportunity and caught the head as it lifted, sucking it down.

Nico let a moan slip. Loud and desperate. He quickly covered his mouth. It was no use. Every move earned another shameful noise. He covered his eyes instead. 

Logan chuckled around him, then moved even deeper. 

Nico gripped onto the mattress with a desperate whimper. Wait! He reached down. “I’m going to-!” he choked. 

Logan paused. Right in time. “It’s okay” he assured with a few warm, firm strokes. 

Nico stared into the half lidded, hot amber flames. Logan’s warm breath moved dangerously close. The heat was too much. He let his head fall back and let go, arching his back in the release. He panted, trembling. 

Logan shifted between his legs. He put his hands on Nico’s hips and pulled him down against him. Nico looked up at him, still too out of breath to move. Logan followed the pearly white trail over Nico’s stomach with a self satisfied grin, slowly leaning down over him. 

“You good?” he asked softly. The orange flames simmered down to a low warm fire. 

Nico swallowed. He glanced down, at the painful looking strain on Logan’s pants. He fixed his eyes back onto Logan’s and opened his mouth. Fuck…! He clenched his teeth. 

Logan smirked and gently bumped their foreheads together. “Hm?”.

Nico closed his eyes and spread his legs. “I…” he started, voice strained. “I want you to…”. He couldn’t bear it. 

Logan snickered quietly. 

Nico grabbed the hem of Logan’s pants and tore his zipper down. “Just fuck me already, you asshole!” he shouted, now even angrier than desperate. 

Logan snickered louder. He pulled back, flames back to a full blaze. Breathing fast and heavy, he reached into his back pocket with one hand, ripping his pants down with the other. 

Nico stared at him in awe as he slipped on the condom. Even bigger than he thought… Was that really going to fit…?

Logan gave himself a few lazy strokes as he slipped his fingers down Nico’s stomach, down the trail. He slipped his fingers down even further, pressing against him. 

Nico tensed up. 

Logan gave him a wary look. 

Nico relaxed. He nodded. He bit his tongue when Logan entered, not in pain, not quite in pleasure, adjusting to the sensation. He slowly exhaled, keeping his breathing under control as Logan started to move. 

A few adjustments later, he’d had enough. Well… Not nearly enough. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it, twitching just inches away from the fingers inside of him.

“Stop teasing. Put it in!” Nico panted impatiently.

Logan pulled his fingers out without a warning, leaving an aching emptiness behind. Not for long. 

Nico trembled in anticipation as Logan prepared himself. He trembled in much more when Logan slowly pushed inside. When Nico was sure he couldn’t go deeper, he did anyway. He gripped at Logan’s lower back, willing him to stop. 

“Are you-?” Logan began to ask, breathy and strained. 

Nico gave a few quick nods. “Yeah!” he breathed back. He moved his hands further down and squeezed, urging him to move. 

Logan thrust his hips, making Nico squirm. He slowly pulled back out, almost all the way, then thrust back in. 

Nico had trouble keeping up. Every time he got close to settling into the sensations, Logan picked up the pace. He didn’t stand a chance! It would have been frustrating, had it not been the complete opposite.

Nico tried to hide his eyes in his elbow. Logan shoved it above his head and held it down, forcing his eyes back onto his. 

Nico couldn't manage to glare. He arched his back at a particularly deep thrust. Logan slid his arms under his waist and squeezed tight, going even deeper, faster. He shifted his hips a little, changing his angle, hitting a spot just right. He kept hitting it.

Nico cried out, only edging him on further.

Logan crashed their lips together, muffling their moans. Not letting up the pace, he bit down on Nico’s lower lip.

Nico twitched against Logan’s stomach. Logan squeezed even tighter, with even more friction. That was it. Nico grunted as he felt himself spill over. With a groan, he felt Logan do the same.

With a few more shaky movements, Logan slumped all the way down on him, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Their hearts pounded against each other. 

Nico kissed his jaw. He grinned at the ceiling. His grin cracked in sudden realization. Fuck…