Imagine being a telepath and accidentally broadcasting your sexy thoughts about Logan Howlett into his mind.
It was a particularly warm day, so seeing Logan in a thin t-shirt that was sticking to his chest with sweat shouldn’t have felt so abnormal, but it swept across you, making you feel like you were in a heatwave in the middle of the Sahara. Unfortunately, though you were under the tutelage of the one and only Charles Xavier, who happens to share your mutation, you have not yet found a way to entirely secure your thoughts to your head. They tended to project to the person that you were thinking of, like creating a direct link.
A thought of helping him to cool down in a cold shower came to mind - he could leave the shirt behind, how hard would his nipples get, do you think? Who could possibly blame you for thinking these things anyway, it was just filthy the way that he walked around looking like that, and oh - imagine what he looked like when he shivered - even if it was from the cold and not from pleasure. You were having a hard time keeping yourself together, you being the one who needs a cold shower now.
Cautiously, you look at his face and note that he is staring at you, a thick eyebrow raised and the faintest of blushes upon his cheeks, barely noticeable but you know that it is there because he is thinking about it, hoping that you don’t realize it. You caught him catching you, which was mutually embarrassing. “Logan ... hello,” You said, a forced closed-mouth smile on your face.
“Y/n,” He said with a nod, and looked about him, awkwardly. “Sorry if I’m .. interrupting something.”
You pursed your lips and then started to laugh. “I should be the one apologizing. You know me, I just can’t keep my thoughts to myself.”
“Your hands either, from the looks of things,” He said, his eyes staring at you hard, but your laugh did start to bring a small smile to his face. “I was going to go for a swim in the lake.”
“Is that an invitation to join?”
“You’re the telepath, shouldn’t you know?”
You read his mind quite easily, seeing his thoughts of his hands on your hips, holding you in the small lake.
“I hope it’s cold,” You joked, getting up from your sunning chair.
Requested by: Anonymous










