Logan continued to work on his motorcycle, completely unaware of the tiny mutant trapped under his arm. Keith struggled to move, but Logan's muscular arm pinned him down, the musky scent of sweat overwhelming him.
Logan grunted, adjusting his position to get a better angle on the wrench. Each movement only increased the pressure on Keith, who could barely breathe, let alone call for help. Logan, focused on his task, didn't notice the tiny movements beneath his armpit.
"Damn bolt... always gives me trouble."
Keith tried to push against Logan's skin, but the rough texture and sheer weight made it impossible. He could hear Logan's heart beating steadily, a constant reminder of the giant's power. Keith's mind raced as he thought about how he ended up in this predicament.
Logan finally loosened the bolt, his arm relaxing slightly, giving Keith a brief moment of relief. The tiny mutant took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to get Logan's attention without getting crushed in the process.
"L-Logan... help... trapped... Ack... it stinks."
Logan didn't hear Keith's faint voice over the clinking of tools and his own grumbling. He moved again, shifting his weight, and Keith found himself pressed even harder against Logan's sweaty skin. Panic set in as Keith realized he might not get out of this on his own.
Suddenly, Logan's phone rang, breaking his concentration. He grunted, wiping his hands on a rag before reaching for the phone in his back pocket. The movement caused his arm to lift slightly, and Keith saw his chance. With all his strength, he wriggled free, tumbling down onto Logan's chest.
Keith gasped for air, his body aching from the ordeal. He looked up at Logan, who was now holding the phone to his ear, oblivious to the tiny mutant's escape. Keith knew he needed to find a safer place, but the thought of navigating Logan's towering frame was daunting.
"Yeah, what is it? I'm busy."
Logan's voice rumbled through his chest, making it difficult for Keith to keep his balance. He decided to crawl towards Logan's shoulder, hoping the giant mutant wouldn't move too much. Each step was a struggle, but Keith was determined to avoid being trapped again.
Logan ended the call and shifted, unknowingly causing Keith to slide down his chest towards his stomach. The tiny mutant clung to the fabric, trying to avoid falling into Logan's waistband. The musky scent of sweat and motor oil filled his senses, making it hard to focus.
"Alright, back to work."
Logan lay back down, his shirt falling over Keith like a tent. Keith found himself in a dark, humid environment, the sounds of Logan's heartbeat and breathing surrounding him. He knew he needed to get Logan's attention before he got himself into more trouble.
"Logan! Down here!"
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