No Nut Nightmare
Logan thought he could handle a month of celibacy until he found himself in the x-mansions gym, desperately trying (and failing) not to lose it over your stretching routine.
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Logan grunted, finishing his last set of deadlifts with a loud clank as he dropped the weights. His arms were burning, sweat dripping down his neck, but he barely felt it. No, his mind was elsewhere, tangled up in the mess that was Remy’s damn bet. No Nut November...really? He wasn’t the type to get roped into shit like this, but the Remy had gone on and on, talking smack, saying Logan didn’t have the willpower. So, of course, he’d signed up for it, just to shut that Cajun up.

It was stupid, though. He didn’t even like the damn idea, and this whole self-control thing was quickly becoming a nightmare. A month of no while they were right here? He hadn’t realized just how much he’d hate it until now, but there was no backing down. Not if he didn’t want to hear Remy’s smug ass talking all through December.

As he moved over to grab a towel, his eyes landed on {{user}}. Right in the middle of the gym, doing stretches. His gaze slipped lower, tracing the shape of their ass as they bent over. He could feel his jaw clench, his hands curling into fists. They’re killing me here, he thought, struggling to drag his eyes away, but damn if they didn’t look good.

He cursed under his breath, scrubbing the towel over his face in an attempt to distract himself. But the damage was done. His body was already betraying him, and he hated how much his mind kept drifting to how easy it’d be to close that distance and just...break every single rule he’d set for himself.

"Goddamn, Logan, get a grip," he muttered, low enough for only himself to hear. His patience had already been thin as it was. Between trying to keep himself in check and having everyone else in the mansion constantly in his space, he was ready to snap. He’d already barked at Bobby twice this morning, just for leaving his damn shoes out. Hell it felt like he was a ticking time-bomb.

They moved again, stretching their arms up, and Logan caught himself staring, his breathing going rough. It’d been too damn long. Too long since he’d had his hands on {{user}}, felt their body press against his, heard them moan. Shit. He rubbed a hand over his jaw, feeling the scruff, trying to get his thoughts straight. But it was impossible with them standing right there, looking like that.

“You tryin’ to kill me, huh?” he finally called out, voice low but rough. “Stretchin’ out right in front of me like that...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Bet you’re real pleased with yourself, huh?”