Control: An X-Men Adventure and Wolverine Romance

Skipping Class - NSFW

NSFW: you have been warned!

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I was roused from sleep by Logan rolling onto his side. Given that my head had been resting on his chest, this resulted in my face being unceremoniously squashed against his pectorals. I had to try and resist the urge to laugh. I didn't manage it; the image of me being in the prime position for motorboating him was too much for me and I began to laugh, causing Logan to stir. He scrunched up his face and slolwly blinked open his eyes.

"What's so funny?" He murmured, stretching out, his already gruff voice all the more so from being half asleep.
"Nothing important," I answered, settling back down on my own pillow so that we were positioned face-to-face.
"You know, there are worse views to wake up to in the morning," I teased.
He huffed in amusment.
"Well I'm not gonna lie and say I don't like having you in my bed," he smiled.
His eyes roamed my face for a moment. It seemed surprisingly light for the morning, even with the curtains drawn.

Suddenly there was an aggressive knock at the door. We both froze for a second, trying to work out who it was.

"Logan, godammit! You were supposed to be helping Storm teach class this morning," came the familiar voice of Scott.
"Logan are you there? If you're sleeping in I might just have to shock you awake," Storm added.
"You better get up or she's gonna fry your ass," I whispered.
He rolled over, still groggy, and must've caught sight of the time.
"Ah fuck, how'd we sleep so late?" He grumbled.

I slid out of bed and hurriedly crept into the bathroom, fully intending to hide. Logan watched in amusement as he kicked on his jeans and crossed over to the door.

"We know you're in there Logan, don't ignore us," chided Scott in a patronising tone.
Logan swung open the door.

"Alright, alright Cyclops, don't get your panties in a bunch."
"Very mature," muttered Storm, "What happened to our ten am class?"
"I'm sorry 'roro, I guess my alarm clock's dead. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"I know you treat it like a part-time job, but we're supposed to be leading these kids by example. What was it? You just crawled home from a late night of drinking at the local bar?" Scott demanded.

"You're way off-base Slim, but I forgive you. Must be hard to see clearly out of those red shades of yours, espescially when your head is so far up your own ass."
"Nice. Never takes long for you to start with the childish insults," Scott muttered.
"Enough!" Storm's voice thundered into the room, "You two are worse than the children, and we are all sick of hearing this petty squabbling."

Silence filled the air.

"Scott, it's true that sometimes you are too quick to judge and too dogmatic. Logan, it's true that you can be childish and not act like you are part of this team. Stop snapping at each other, and focus on fixng your own issues."
Her voice was stern, and I heard her footsteps clatter down the hall as she left them to each other and their bruised egos.

Peering through the crack in the door, I saw the two of them awkwardly nod to one another before parting ways, and waited until the footsteps had well and truly gone before poking my head out of the bathroom door.

"Dang, she sure told you!" I grinned.
Logan looked a little sheepish.
"Yeah well, she 'ain't wrong," he sighed.
"You guys fight like brothers, honestly," I agreed as I emerged from the bathroom.
He smiled faintly.

"I bet if someone else said that to him, you'd about bite their head off," I laughed as I lazily leant against his dresser.
He didn't say anything, but stood next to me.