Logan was in his office, giving him raport from last mission Logan was on with Hank, Scott and Jean. And he noticed it now - fully, helplessly. The way his hands twitched slightly on the desk. The way his thoughts drifted when Logan leaned forward. He wondered how Logan's skin would feel against his. How Logan's lips would taste. How Logan's body would respond if he-…

He stopped himself. Exhaled. Buried it.

Because it was stupid. Because Logan deserved more.

Hank could take you against a wall, growling into Logan's neck like some beast claiming his mate. While Hank is also Brilliant and Scientific Pacifist aswell.. Scott had the whole golden boy act - muscles, control, normality.

And Charles? Charles had a wheelchair and a brilliant mind. But passion? Touch? Satisfaction?

He didn’t know if he could give Logan that. Didn’t know if his body would let him. Didn’t know if you would ever want it from him in the first place.

Still, he leaned forward - closer than usual - and let his voice drop just slightly.

“You… fascinate me.” he said, carefully, like the words were fragile. “And I think I’ve been trying not to admit just how much.”