My Girl
“Keep your hands off my girl.”
Logan darted forward, grabbing the door knob before Scott could pull it shut, and yanked Scott into the room.
“What are you doing?” Scott gasped, grunting when Logan slammed his back against the door, slamming it shut with his body. “Logan! Are you insane?!”
“Are you aware of the fact that you just said Jean isn’t your girl?” Logan grinned ferally, flashing teeth. “Logic there, teacher boy. Can I guess you don’t teach English?”
“Physics,” Scott answered through gritted teeth.
Logan snorted. “Figures.”
Scott scowled down at the hands fisted in his t-shirt. “All right, so I said that. Let go of me.”
“No, don’t think so.” Logan twisted his hands tighter. “You lied to me.”
“I did not!” Scott snapped indignantly.
“Did.” Logan smirked. “You said that if Jean was your girl, you wouldn’t say it. Then you said it. Therefore, you lied about Jean being your girl. It’s a syllogism, bub. Simple.”
Scott squirmed. “When did you turn into an English teacher?”
Logan shrugged. “No idea.”
“Fine,” the younger man snapped. “Now you’ve proven your point. Syllogism. Let me go, now.”
“No.”
“Let me go!” Scott growled.
“Ooh, big bad Scooter’s trying to scare me.” Logan just grinned. “You know, I don’t think you really want me to let go of you.”
“Yes,” Scott snarled. “I do.”
Logan stepped closer, the only thing separating them his fists still tangled in Scott’s shirt. “You sure about that?”
Scott’s breath caught briefly. “Y-yes.”
“Don’t sound so sure, bub.” Logan slid a little forward again, until his fists pressed firmly into Scott’s chest, and his groin pressed firmly against Scott’s, his knee slipping between his. Dipping his chin down, Logan scraped his teeth across Scott’s throat, grinning when the other gasped and jerked. “Like that then, Cyke?”
Belatedly, Scott reached up for his visor, reminded of its presence by the nickname, but Logan merely released his shirt, and gripped Scott’s wrists instead, pinning them over his head.
“None of that, now,” Logan grinned, returning his attention to Scott’s neck. “I’m trying to make a nice hickey for your girlfriend to find.”
Scott bucked against him, struggling to get free, but instead moaned piteously, slumping back when Logan simultaneously bit down on Scott’s neck and ground his thigh up into his groan.
“I take it that was good,” Logan worried at the skin with his teeth.
Scott groaned.
“Thought so,” he smirked, and kept grinding.
“Stay away from my girl my ass.”
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