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7. Eskimo Kiss
Logan smelled the familiar scent that came along with Kurt appearing in his apartment. They’d been together for some time now, and the younger man pretty much came and went as he pleased, which didn’t bother him in the slightest. Usually, though, he came during the day. Cracking his eyes open, Logan squinted at the alarm clock beside his bed and groaned before rolling away from it.
If he was more awake, he’d question why Kurt was there, but he’d been exhausted when he’d fallen into bed and he was still exhausted. If he was more awake, he would ask what Kurt was doing when there was a dip in the mattress, the sheets lifted, and he suddnely found himself with an armful of blue mutant.
If he didn’t want him there, Logan wouldn’t have wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt and pulled him to his chest.
"You okay?"
That was all that mattered to him. Whatever had brought Kurt to his home just shy of three in the morning could wait. He heard the soft hum of reply and sleepily nuzzled the other man’s cheek with his nose. Kurt shifted, turning his body in Logan’s arms to face him, and their noses brushed together as he did.
With a sigh, Logan smiled and stayed where he was, pulling the blankets up higher to cover them both. Kurt mumbled something in German—- which he got the gist of —and with one last brush of nose against nose, Logan fell back asleep.
