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Scott didn’t like to sleep alone. Sure he could do it, it wasn’t like he was scared of accidentally blasting holes through the wall or anything. Or at least not as much as he used to be. The real problem was actually getting himself to bed. He struggled to even get himself into bed at night without someone else"s influence and even if he did all he could do was lie awake thinking.
The sleep deprivation wasn’t the hardest thing to work with- Or against. Coffee and drills kept him awake during the day and long hours became longer as he worked through the night. Eventually, someone would get home and force him up into his room. Usually, it was Jean. She’d pull him up to bed either through general coercion or that of a sexual nature and then force him to stay in bed while she ran her fingers through his hair or simply laid next to him, reminding him to shut up both verbally and mentally.
But Jean couldn’t always be there. Eventually, someone noticed one too many yawns or his late reaction time and told him to go to bed which was apparently non-negotiable. This only lead to him not only failing to sleep but also giving up entirely when he got out of bed, glasses still on because he knew there was no point in switching them out.
Scott wasn’t sure how long he had been doing push-ups when he finally heard the door to Logan’s room open but it was sign enough for him to stop. He sat up against the end of his bed and glanced across the passage to Logan’s room as he evened his breathing, just people-watching. For a moment he wondered if it could still be considered people-watching if you basically live with the people you’re watching but brushed it aside when he couldn’t find a word to replace it.
With a partially obscured view from the floor of his room, he watched Logan. He watched as Logan pulled his shirt off and presumably his pants, that part actually being blocked by the bed and doorway. He watched Logan catch his stare. He watched as Logan cocked an eyebrow and slid on a comfortable pair of pants. Scott watched as Logan approached and looked down at him from the doorway with the smallest smirk.
“Creep.” Logan grinned.
Scott glanced away and sighed, “Shut up.”
“You alright?”
“Can’t sleep and I’m ‘not allowed to leave the room for at least a few hours’ apparently.”
Logan nodded, sitting on Scott"s bed and looking down at him, “You’re not gonna get to sleep sitting on the floor.”
Scott snorted, “Yeah. But if I lay there and do nothing all I’m gonna do is think- Did you know that the bed is the best place to think about everything you’ve ever done wrong?”
“Trust me, I do.” Logan nodded with a dry chuckle, letting the conversation sit for a moment before clearing his throat, “C’mon, get in your damn bed.”
Scott looked up at him from the floor, “What’re you gonna tuck me in and read a story?”
Logan chuckled, “You wish. Up.”
Scott gave an exasperated sigh before forcing himself up off of the floor and dropping onto his bed in a sitting position. He looked at Logan, trying to say ‘So what’s your plan here’ without actually having to say it.
“What’s Jean do to get you to stay in bed?”
Scott grinned crookedly at Logan, “You don’t want those details.”
Logan scoffed and elbowed Scott, “Not those details, you ass.”
Scott snickered, “Fine, fine. Uhm…She lays with me and tells me when I’m thinking too much and tells me to shut up…She uh…. runs her fingers through my hair, or traces shapes on my arms or chest? I think she does it just to keep me distracted but I dunno.” He glanced off, kind of embarrassed.
Logan nodded his head, “Okay, so.. Lay down?”
“..What?”
“Lay the hell down, Scott.”
Scott watched Logan for a moment before giving a nod and turning to switch out his glasses. Once his night eyewear was on he looked back at Logan, almost calling this stupid but deciding against it.
“You don’t have to do this, y’know.”
“I know.”
“Fine.” Scott sighed, sinking down into the bed and getting at least moderately comfortable, “Good?”
Logan rolled his eyes and sank a bit as well, “You wanna try closing your eyes?”
“...Yeah, that’s fair..”
He stopped looking at Logan and closed his eyes. Then, he felt fingers running through his hair. It was obvious Logan wasn’t fully sure what he was doing but Scott didn’t mind. He tried to even his breathing and focused on the feeling of Logan messing with his hair. He focused on the rough touch compared to Jean’s and noticed the uneven but almost forcefully steady breathing Logan was keeping up as if his breathing would bother Scott while he tried to sleep. Scott breathed in a slow breath and noticed the smokey, leathery, and overall musky spiced scent Logan had. He settled in a bit more as he exhaled, leaning further into Logan.
Logan did his best to even his breathing while he watched Scott relax. He tried not to be stiff, hyperaware of each muscle that moved as he ran his fingers through Scott’s hair- funnily enough that only made him feel stiffer. He tried to slow his breathing to match Scott’s, letting his chest rise and fall in sync. It helped a little. He focused on being gentle as he combed through Scott’s hair, loosely working through any snags and brushing it in the right direction.
Eventually, Scott’s weight shifted and his breathing evened further, leading Logan to believe he’d fallen asleep. Success. The better part of Logan’s arm was pinned under Scott’s head though, and a good portion of Scott’s weight was resting against Logan’s side. He hadn’t exactly thought ahead to when Scott actually did fall asleep and now he was for lack of a better word trapped partially under a sleeping Cyclops. Not the worst situation sure, but definitely not how he expected to spend the rest of his night. He sat there for a couple of seconds before trying to move his arm, however, this only resulted in Scott turning his head towards Logan’s shoulder and further ruining his escape. No way out without risking waking Scott up after spending what felt like at least an hour and undoing everything he just did so the only option now was to give in and sleep with Sco- Was to go to bed.
Logan sighed as he tried to move himself into a more comfortable position without jostling Scott around, a task that wasn’t impossible but took him longer than he wanted it to. He settled into the pillow under him and looked over at the other, reminding himself to make a jab about the sleepwear in the morning before letting his arm rest across Scott’s torso and closing his eyes. He let himself try to rest, letting his weight sink further against Scott’s bed. He got Scott to bed, now to try for himself.