Title: The four-letter word
author: coolcrispclear
pairing: Logan/Scott
summary: Logan's missing Scott
disclaimer: Loving them very much does not make them mine. They're Marvel's.
archive: don't know what this means but most people say, "Ask first." So I'll say that. Ask first.
rating: I think this may be rated R. Nothing too explicit.
feedback: will be greatly appreciated, as this is my first quickfic (or is there another name for it that I don't know) and my first slash fic, aside from the reply to the 50 word challenge.

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Fuck.

I hate what you do to me.

You're thousands of miles away, halfway across the globe from me. We're so far apart it's tomorrow where you are. What's in Yokohama anyhow? Can't Ororo have gone instead of you? I feel like I've been hit in the chest by a wrecking ball that the pain just won't quit. Stupid healing factor is useless. Doesn't know how to handle the dull, steady ache at the solar plexus.

I've never had to deal with this kind of pain before.

Fuck.

Your glasses would glow a brighter shade of red when I'd say "Fuck you." when we were with the others.

They always thought it was out of irritation. But we both knew what it really was. It wasn't irritation. It was an itch. A burning sensation that started at your crotch and crept up your body and made flames dance behind those ruby quartz glasses.

They don't get it. But you do, don't you?

You get it a lot.

Fuck.

I love it when you say that. It starts with a soft, fluid 'f', goes on to a strong, hard, 'uh' and ends with a quick, crisp 'ck'. I love it when you whisper it in my ear, or when it comes out rapid bursts to match your breath, or when you start to say it but aren't coherent enough to go beyond "fffuuhhhh..". I most especially love it that only I hear you say it, that you don't ever say it in front of the others, even when you're fucking mad, and that nobody else, not even Jean, has heard you say "Fuck me".

Fuck.

When you coming back, Scott?