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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Time_Rush
  Relationship:
      James_Diamond/Logan_Mitchell
  Character:
      Logan_Mitchell, James_Diamond, OMC, Camille, Carlos_Garcia
  Additional Tags:
      jealous!James, confused!Logan
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-30 Words: 5346
****** Seeing Green ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Wherein James is a jealous boyfriend, and Logan is confused.
Logan walks around the Palm Woods Park, his hands tucked into his pockets.
Despite him and James being together for nearly a year, they still like going
off on their own and doing their own thing from time to time. It makes the
moments they spend together that much more enjoyable; absence making the heart
grow fonder.
Logan stops and sits at one of the benches, content to take in his
surroundings: the smell of freshly mowed grass, the birds chirping as they flit
about, the kids playing fetch with their dogs. It’s moments like this that make
him thankful for everything he has, knowing there are those less fortunate than
him, unable to appreciate the beauty of life. He lets his eyes drift shut, the
back of his eyelids a dark red as the sun radiates down.
He distantly registers the crunch of the grass as someone approaches, cracking
an eye open when he feels the added weight on the bench. Sitting next to him is
a guy he has never seen before, his skin golden, his eyes a piercing blue. His
hair is a light brown color, slightly shaggy, wavy and curling at the ends,
similar to James’s hair when he lets it air dry without the abundance of hair
product.
The unnamed boy turns toward Logan, nodding his head as to say 'hello'. Logan
smiles politely in response and turns his head in the opposite direction before
standing up, brushing his hands against his thighs and walking away, beginning
his trek back to the Palm Woods.
Logan walks into the lobby, spotting James perched on one of the sofas, Camille
sitting across from him, chattering away about her newest role. Logan places a
finger to his lips as Camille notices him, signaling for her to be quiet as he
approaches them. He wraps his arms around James' neck, causing him to jump from
being startled.
"Hey," James greets him, turning to brush their lips together. "I didn't expect
you to be back so soon."
"You know me, can't bear to be away from you for too long," Logan replies,
earning an 'aww' from Camille.
Logan jerks around, yelping slightly as a hand is placed on his shoulder.
"Hey, you uh. You dropped this and I followed you here. I figured you'd
probably want it back."
The guy from the park is holding Logan's phone in his hand as he breathes
heavily, no doubt trying to catch his breath from having chased Logan.
"I must have dropped it. Thank you...," Logan trails off, not knowing the
person's name.
"Jordan. The name is Jordan. And you're welcome-"
"Logan," James interrupts, "who's this?"
"This is Jordan. I guess I dropped my phone and he was kind enough to return it
to me," Logan answers, turning his attention to James.
"I'll just be going now. Nice meeting you, Logan," Jordan says, turning and
walking away.
"Yeah, you too. Thanks again," Logan calls out to Jordan's retreating figure.
Jordan throws a hand up, signaling that he had heard Logan before he disappears
from sight.
Logan walks around the sofa, moving to sit next to James. James is staring down
at his hands that are balled into tight fists, his jaw clenched.
"You okay?" Logan questions.
James doesn’t answer, his gaze locked steadily on his hands.
"James, seriously. What's wrong?" Logan presses.
James stands up and storms away, not bothering to look back at Logan. Logan
sits there in confusion, turning his attention to Camille.
"I have no idea," she replies, her expression mirroring how Logan feels.
Logan quickly excuses himself and hurries after James. He stands at the
elevator, punching the ‘up’ button repeatedly, growing impatient as the seconds
pass. He huffs in annoyance, turning and racing up the stairs, throwing open
the door to apartment 2J.
“Where’s James?” Logan asks as he’s bent over, resting his hands on his knees
as he catches his breath.
“In your room,” Carlos answers, not turning his attention away from the
television.
“Thanks,” Logan pants, quickly making his way to his and James’s shared
bedroom. He approaches the door quietly, turning the knob and pushing the door
open.
James is sitting on his bed, his legs crossed, his arms folded over his chest,
his eyes transfixed on the wall in front of him.
Logan cautiously approaches the bed, dropping down next to James’s legs and
placing a hand on his knee. James flinches at the touch, turning his attention
to Logan, an unreadable expression on his face.
“You okay?” Logan asks quietly.
The question is met with a lingering silence, James narrowing his eyes slightly
as he looks at Logan.
“M’fine. My stomach felt a little weird and I felt like I was going to throw
up,” James lies, his gaze falling to his lap.
Logan immediately goes into doctor mode, asking James a slew of questions to
which James answers in short, terse fragments.
Logan sighs, throwing his hands up and walking out at James’s lack of help. He
moves into the kitchen, warming up a can of chicken noodle soup, pouring it
into a bowl when it’s ready. He grabs a food tray from the cupboard and places
the steaming bowl of soup onto it, then grabs a pack of crackers, placing them
next to the bowl. He carefully carries the tray into his room, placing it on
James’s bedside table.
“That should help settle your stomach,” Logan says softly, turning and walking
back out of the room. If James doesn’t want his help, there isn’t much he can
do. He plops down onto the sofa and sees that Carlos has left. He turns on the
TV and flicks through the channels, hoping to find something that would pique
his interest, or at least get his mind off of James.
Logan settles for a rerun of a show he has seen numerous times, tossing the
remote to the side and tucking his feet under him. He crosses his arms and
rests them on his stomach as he fixes his eyes on the screen, his mind
immediately wandering.
James has the strongest immune system of all of them, a cold nearly unheard of,
a stomach bug a rarity. When they were younger and had come down with a
horrible flu, James had remained healthy despite spending all his time between
the three of them.
Logan groans, letting the thought flee from his mind as quickly as it had come.
He loves James and he trusts him, and he has no reason to believe James is
telling him anything but the truth. He uncurls his feet, swinging them around
and putting them up on the sofa, repositioning himself so his head is resting
in the L-shaped bend. He folds his arms and tucks them behind his head, his
eyes growing heavy.
 
Logan wakes to a darkened living room, the TV having been turned off and a
blanket draped over his body. He sits up on the sofa, stretching his arms out
in front of him to regain feeling in them. He stands up slowly, cracking his
back and allowing the rest of his muscles to stretch before folding the blanket
and draping it over the back of the sofa. Logan sleepily walks into his
bedroom, flopping down on his stomach as he reaches his bed. He drifts off to
sleep, missing the warmth of James’s body pressed against his.
The next time Logan wakes is to a dull orange hue illuminating the room, his
phone vibrating against his leg. He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out,
flipping it open and mumbling a sleepy hello into it.
“Rehearsal is canceled. Griffin wants to have some kind of meeting with Gustavo
today, so you boys won’t be needed.”
Logan mumbles in response, flipping the phone shut and tucking it under his
pillow, his eyes closing once again.
 
“Logan, wake up,” James speaks quietly, rubbing at Logan’s shoulder.
“M’sleeping. Go away,” Logan responds, snuffling into his pillow.
“I see that. Get up, sleepyhead. We have the day off so we’re gonna spend the
day together, you and me, so let’s go.”
“Fine, fine. I’m going, I’m going,” Logan grumbles, rubbing his eyes and
rolling out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom. He quickly relieves himself,
and then turns to start the shower. He steps in, sighing as the hot water
cascades down his body, relieving any residual discomfort. He showers quickly,
knowing how irritated James gets if people are late.
Upon exiting the shower, Logan wraps a towel around his waist and walks over to
the sink, brushing his teeth thoroughly. He steps into his bedroom, shivering
slightly as the cool air hits his skin. He dresses quickly then returns to the
bathroom, squirting a dollop of hair-gel into his hand and working it through
his hair. Satisfied with how he looks, Logan walks into the kitchen,
immediately sidling up next to James.
James greets Logan with a chaste kiss to the forehead, murmuring ‘good morning’
against his skin before returning his attention to the wicker picnic basket
resting on the counter in front of him.
“Okay, so, I’m ready. What do you have planned for us today?” Logan inquires.
“A little of this, a little of that,” James replies vaguely.
“Well, that’s incredibly vague,” Logan says, rolling his eyes.
“It’s supposed to be vague; it’s called a surprise. I can’t tell you what we’re
doing and still expect you to be surprised.”
“Jaaaaaames,” Logan whines. “Tell me, please,” he begs, his lips turning into a
pout.
James merely smirks in response, turning his head and pressing his lips to
Logan’s pout. “As you can see from the picnic basket here, we are going to have
a picnic,” James says, pulling away and grabbing the picnic basket from the
counter. He grabs the car keys, shoving them into his pocket as he heads toward
the door.
With a sigh, Logan follows him, his stomach in knots. James has just gotten his
license. It’s not that he’s a bad driver per se, he just gets distracted
easily, making for a less than smooth travel experience. They walk down to the
parking garage in a comfortable silence, James occasionally humming. James
pulls the car keys out of his pocket and steps to the passenger side door,
unlocking it and opening it for Logan. Logan thanks him with a nod and climbs
in, buckling his seatbelt as James closes the door. James moves to the driver’s
side, unlocking it and climbing in. He hands the picnic basket to Logan before
he buckles himself in and starts the car.
“So, where’re we going?” Logan tries again, fiddling with the handles on the
picnic basket.
“You’ll see when we get there,” James replies, his attention fixed on the road.
Logan groans in frustration, reaching forward and turning the volume of the
radio up a few notches. He reclines slightly in the seat, watching the scenery
change as they drive through the city. James pulls over to the side of the road
and parks the car before exiting it, making his way to the passenger side.
Logan looks around and sees a small park nearly hidden by the abundance of
trees. James opens the door and takes the picnic basket in one hand, grabbing
Logan’s hand in the other to help him out of the car. They walk side by side to
a secluded area, trees and shrubbery surrounding them in every direction. James
sets the basket on the ground before running back to the car, leaving Logan
standing there a bit confused.
“Forgot the blanket,” James says as he comes jogging back.
Logan chuckles as James unfolds the blanket and lays it on the grass-covered
ground. They’re content sitting there, chatting idly while eating the lunch
James had packed and enjoying their surroundings.
“This was really nice,” Logan says softly as he finishes eating.
“You deserved it. I was kind of a jerk to you yesterday, so I wanted to make it
up to you,” James explains, looking down at his watch. “Come on, we’ve got one
more place to go, and it’s a bit of a drive to get there.”
James quickly cleans up, gathering the waste from their meal and throwing it
into the nearby garbage receptacle. Logan stands and folds the blanket, draping
it over his arm. James slings an arm around Logan’s shoulder, presses a kiss to
the side of his head and whispers, “race you to the car.” He drops his arm from
where it’s slung around Logan and darts off, Logan standing there for a moment
before he’s off, chasing after him while calling out, “that’s not fair! You
cheated!”
James is climbing into the car when Logan finally approaches. Logan opens his
door and slides in, tossing the blanket into the backseat. “You totally
cheated,” he pouts, folding his arms over his chest.
“I won fair and square, Logie. You were just distracted by my beauty, it’s
okay,” James teases, turning the key in the ignition.
Logan huffs in response, earning a raised eyebrow from James. James reaches
over and pulls Logan’s face closer to his. He brushes their lips together
softly before pulling away and saying, “next time I’ll let you win.”
Logan positively beams and settles into his seat, waiting until they’re back on
the road before grabbing James’s hand and lacing their fingers together. James
brushes his thumb back and forth over the ridges of Logan’s knuckles, paying
close attention to the road as he drives. He pulls onto the I-5 N highway and
settles in, preparing for the daunting drive.
An hour, an abundance of swear words, and a few shot nerves later, James pulls
into the parking lot, detaching his hand from Logan’s so he can park the car.
“Six Flags Magic Mountain?” Logan asks, his tone unreadable.
“Yeah. I mean, if you don’t like it, we can go back home, it’s okay. I just
thought maybe you’d like to come here,” James says, a sad lilt to his voice.
“No, no. I love it, I swear,” Logan corrects, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Come
on, let’s do this,” he says excitedly, opening the door and exiting the car.
Logan is thrumming, a sudden hop in his step as they make their way up to the
ticket booth where James purchases their tickets. They go through the gate and
present their tickets before moving to the side, staring in amazement at the
amusement park in front of them.
“So where do you wanna go first?” James asks.
“Batman,” Logan replies immediately.
“Batman it is.”
They walk through the park, pointing out other rides they want to go on as well
as little shops along the way that attract their attention. They reach the
Batman ride and the line is surprisingly short, given the time of day. They
step to the back of the line, Logan bouncing in his spot in excitement.
“Hey, Logan?” a voice says questioningly behind him.
Logan turns where he stands, seeing the guy from yesterday. “Oh hey. Jordan,
right?” Logan greets him, putting a hand out for him to shake.
Jordan shakes his hand quickly before letting it fall away, smiling as he says,
“what a small world.”
“Isn’t it, though?” Logan laughs politely. “Are you busy? You could join me and
James if you’d like,” he offers.
James stiffens beside him, but the motion goes unnoticed.
“I appreciate that, but I’m supposed to be meeting some people here shortly,”
Jordan says, declining the offer politely.
“Oh, okay. Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Jordan waves slightly before turning and jogging away.
“He seems like a pretty nice guy, don’t you think?” Logan asks, turning to look
at James.
James is staring off into the distance, his jaw clenched tightly.
“James. James,” Logan repeats, placing a hand on James’s arm.
“What?” James growls.
“Seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you?” Logan asks, irritated and
annoyed by James’s sudden change in demeanor.
“Just stop talking. Let’s go, we’re going home,” James replies, shaking his
head and walking away as fast as his legs will carry him.
“James!” Logan calls out after him. When it’s clear James isn’t going to stop
or turn around, Logan throws his hands up in disbelief and jogs up to him,
placing a hand on his shoulder. James shrugs it away as though he’s been burned
and picks up his speed, moving swiftly to the car.
James wrenches the car door open, throwing himself inside and pulling it shut
with unnecessary force. It rattles the entire car and makes Logan stop in his
tracks when he sees it. Against his better judgment, he steels his nerves and
makes his way to the car, entering it as quietly as possible. James starts the
car immediately and peels out of the parking lot, a white-knuckled grip holding
the steering wheel.
“James, I don’t know what’s wrong, but please just calm down. You cannot drive
on the highway like this. Just please drive more sensibly before you get us
into an accident,” Logan says as calmly as he can, his hands gripping the
seatbelt tightly.
Logan’s words of rationality seem to work; James’s grip loosens slightly, his
posture going from rigid and tense to slightly more relaxed. Logan lets out a
quiet sigh of relief as he too relaxes his grip. The long drive back to the
Palm Woods is filled with an uncomfortable silence, the tension almost
suffocating. They pull into the parking garage where James parks the car and
hurriedly climbs out, slamming the door shut behind him. Logan remains calm
while he exits the car, closing the door carefully before making his trek up to
apartment 2J.
The door is wide open when Logan gets there and everyone is quickly filing out.
They shoot him worried glances as they walk away and Logan is simply standing
there, a confused look on his face as he watches them leave.
Kendall is the last one to exit the apartment. He claps a hand to Logan’s
shoulder and whispers, “good luck,” before following everyone down the hall and
into the elevator.
Logan enters the apartment slowly, closing the door behind him. “James?” he
calls out when he looks around and doesn’t see James anywhere.
“Bedroom!” James shouts back, his voice carrying through the apartment.
Logan toes off his shoes at the door before cautiously making his way to their
bedroom. He’s not quite sure what to expect, but he’s still surprised when he
enters the room and James is lying on his bed as though everything is
completely normal.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” he asks softly, moving into
the room and sitting at the foot of James’s bed.
“I don’t know,” James begins, pausing as he chances a glance at Logan before
quickly looking away. “It’s you, it’s the way you just flaunt yourself out
there, the way you flirt with other people right in front of my face. It’s like
I don’t even matter to you anymore,” James answers, his voice rising slightly.
Logan can’t help but laugh in response. ‘Surely James doesn’t really think
that, does he?’ he thinks to himself.
His laughter is quieted immediately as James looks up at him, no hint of
laughter or amusement on his face. “Oh. You’re serious.”
“Yeah, it’s really fucking funny, isn’t it? If you don’t want to be with me
anymore, just say it,” James bellows, anger and hurt inflected in his tone.
“You’re-you-you’re just crazy. How could you even think that? I’m not sure what
you’re seeing or even thinking, but I can assure you there is no flirting being
done on my part. I take it you’re referring to Jordan. That’s called being
friendly, James. I wasn’t “throwing myself at him”, and I don’t, nor will I
ever, throw myself at anyone. Why would I? I have you. Hang on, what about you?
How do I know your eyes aren’t wandering? I mean, look at you. You could have
anybody you want. Why you’re with me, I don’t know,” Logan finishes, turning
the tables on James.
“Now you’re the one acting crazy. You’re all I want, and you’re all I’ll ever
need. If I wanted someone else, I would’ve had them already, but I’m still
here, still with you. If that’s not proof enough that I love you and that I’m
in this for the long haul, I don’t know what is,” James counters.
“Then show me. Prove to me that I’m yours, that you’re mine,” Logan says,
crawling up the bed and straddling James’s hips.
James flips them easily, his knees bracketing Logan’s hips on either side. He
pins Logan’s arms above his head, holding them there with a firm grip on his
wrists. He grinds down experimentally, smirking as Logan’s eyes flutter shut
and a small pleasure-filled sigh spills from his mouth. He keeps his hold on
Logan’s wrists as he moves down, mouthing along Logan’s jaw. He nips at Logan’s
earlobe before licking a broad stripe up his neck, stopping and sucking at his
pulse point.
James pulls back, rising to his knees and pulling Logan into a sitting
position. He lets his grip on Logan’s wrists fall away and reaches down to the
hem of Logan’s shirt, pulling it over his head swiftly. He pushes Logan back
before he pulls off his own shirt and tosses it to the floor. He slides his
hands over the smooth expanse of Logan’s abdomen, runs them up to his chest,
tweaking a nipple between each thumb and forefinger. Logan’s hips rise off the
bed in response, looking for any type of friction.
James removes his hands, says, “uh-uh, not so fast,” before he moves a hand up
and captures Logan’s wrists again, pinning them to the bed once more. He swoops
in, attaching his lips to the pale skin of Logan’s neck and sucks hard. He
swipes his tongue over the area and pulls back, admiring the quickly blossoming
bruise. He leans back in, trails his teeth along Logan’s collarbone and bites
down hard. Logan’s eyes shoot open as he bucks up against James, his bottom lip
turning white where it’s captured between his teeth.
“Mine. And now everyone is going to see it,” James says into Logan’s skin,
trailing his lips to the other side of Logan’s neck where he bites down again.
“Don’t care. I’m yours,” Logan agrees, gasping as James’s tongue licks
soothingly over the bite mark.
James moves up, flicking his tongue against the shell of Logan’s ear before he
whispers, “I’m going to let go of your wrists, but don’t move them unless I
tell you to.”
Logan nods in response as James releases his wrists. James moves lower,
attaching his mouth to one of Logan’s nipples. He alternates between sucking
lightly and flicking his tongue against the rapidly hardening bud. He pulls it
between his teeth, nipping lightly before pulling off and moving to the other
nub. He swirls his tongue around it before taking it into his mouth and sucking
harshly. He pulls off and trails his lips down Logan’s stomach, feeling the
muscles quiver beneath him. He swirls his tongue around Logan’s bellybutton as
he moves lower, peppering feather-light kisses down the trail of fine hair.
James pauses when he gets to the waistline of Logan’s pants and looks up. Logan
looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is matted to his forehead, his face
completely flushed. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth so tightly
James is surprised it hasn’t started bleeding. His chest is rapidly rising and
falling with the force of his breaths, and James has never seen him look so
fucking beautiful.
James moves his attention back down, his eyes raking hungrily over the ever
present bulge in Logan’s jeans. He fights off every urge in him to just rip
Logan’s pants off and swallow his cock down as he swipes his tongue along the
waistband to Logan’s hip. He sucks hard at the flesh-covered bone, a thrill of
satisfaction running through him as Logan writhes beneath him. He pulls away
and rises off the bed, immediately popping the button on his jeans and pulling
down the zipper. He pushes them down his legs and kicks them off before moving
to unbutton Logan’s jeans. He unzips the fly teasingly slow, being sure to
brush the tips of his fingers over Logan’s erection. He pulls Logan’s jeans off
swiftly and throws them to the floor, his mouth watering as he sees the
darkened spot in the front of Logan’s red boxers.
James bends down and mouths at the tip of Logan’s cock through the cloth of his
boxers, the taste of Logan’s pre-come soaking through the fabric. James moans
at the taste before pulling off and tugging Logan’s boxers down his lean legs.
He climbs back onto the bed and situates himself between Logan’s spread legs.
He grasps the tip of Logan’s dick in one hand as he sloppily mouths at the
side, moving his lips toward the head. He lets his hand fall away as he wraps
his lips around tip, relaxing his throat and jaw as he takes him all the way
down.
“Oh god,” Logan gasps, his hips rising off the bed and thrusting into the wet
heat of James’s mouth.
James pulls off with a suppressed cough, sending Logan a pointed glance. He
strokes Logan from base to tip to base before taking him into his mouth again,
a hand placed firmly against his hip to anchor him to the bed. He laps at the
head as he moves his free hand down Logan’s balls and presses the dry tip of
his middle finger into Logan’s hole.
Logan keens and pushes against the digit, a steady chant of ‘more, more, more’
spilling from his lips.
James sucks at the head as he pushes his finger in past the tight ring of
muscle. He crooks it just so, pressing it right against Logan’s prostate.
“James, James, please, need it,” Logan whines, his hands fisted in the sheets
above his head.
“Tell me what you need,” James says, pulling off with a lewd ‘pop’.
“Need your cock, need it in me so bad,” Logan pants.
James’s cock throbs hard in the confines of his boxer-briefs as the words spill
from Logan’s lips. He roughly removes his finger from where it’s pressed inside
Logan, a painful grunt falling from Logan’s mouth. He leans over and rips open
the bedside table drawer, rifling through it for the tube of lube. He grabs the
tube and shuts the drawer, a disbelieving sigh spilling out.
“S’wrong?” Logan asks, his voice nearly wrecked.
“There’s barely any lube left,” James replies, dangling the tube in his hand.
“Don’t care. Wanna feel it. Wanna feel you stretching me, filling me,” Logan
counters.
“Jesus,” James breathes, squirting the small remainder of lube onto his
fingers. He tosses the empty tube to the floor, patting Logan’s hip with his
dry hand and ordering him to his hands and knees.
Logan obeys immediately, going to his hands and knees, spreading his legs
slightly as he sticks his ass out.
James presses the heel of his hand against his straining erection before
brushing his slick fingers around Logan’s opening. He presses two fingers in
and pauses at the first knuckle, allowing Logan to adjust. When he feels the
ring of muscle relax slightly, he presses them in further, brushing them
teasingly against Logan’s prostate before he begins scissoring them and working
Logan open. Logan is still so tight around him, and he feels kind of bad that
he can’t prep him better, but just the thought of the tight heat surrounding
his cock is nearly enough to send him over the edge.
James removes his fingers and climbs off the bed, roughly shoving his boxer-
briefs down to his feet before stepping out of them and climbing back on the
bed, kneeling behind Logan. He places the tip of his cock against Logan’s
opening and grabs Logan’s hips, his fingers digging in harshly as he slides in
slowly. He stops when the tip is nestled inside only to hear Logan say, “Move,
dammit. I’m not going to break.”
James chuckles and snaps his hips forward, earning a guttural moan from Logan.
He pulls back and snaps his hips forward again, building up a steady rhythm as
his fingers dig almost painfully into Logan’s hips. Logan moans obscenely and
thrusts back against James, his back arching and his head hanging low.
“Oh, fuck, James,” Logan cries. “C-can I r-ride you?” he stutters out
breathlessly.
“Fuck yes,” James responds immediately as he pulls out.
Logan rises to his knees as James moves around him, lying on his back in front
of where Logan is kneeling. Logan straddles James’s hips, holding James’s cock
with one hand while the other is braced against James’s chest. He slowly sinks
down onto it, a pain-filled grunt escaping as he’s stretched from a different
angle. When he feels James is buried to the hilt, he pauses momentarily and
braces his other hand against James’s chest. He breathes deeply to relax
himself before he begins moving, a slow but steady up-down motion.
James is already so close, his orgasm just on the brink as tiny licks of
pleasure shoot through his veins. He grips Logan’s hips firmly, his thumb
pressing against the bruise he sucked into the skin. He meets Logan’s every
move, thrusting up into the tight heat as Logan grinds down, pulling back as
Logan moves up.
Logan wraps a hand around his cock and stills his hips, momentarily caught up
in the friction of his hand moving against his dick.
James groans and picks up the motion, thrusting erratically into Logan, his
grip on Logan’s hips tightening as his orgasm is ripped from him. He moans
loudly, shaking and gasping as Logan begins moving his hips again, fucking
himself on James’s cock as his hand works fast and tight over his own dick. He
comes with a shout, James’s name spilling from his lips as he spurts onto his
hand and James’s stomach.
Logan drops forward, his head resting in the crook of James’s neck. He darts
his tongue out and licks at the sweat-salty skin before biting down hard,
marking James as his. James stifles a moan and bucks his hips, cursing when
Logan accidentally contracts around him, the stimulation too much for the both
of them. Logan slowly rises off of James and plops down on the bed next to him.
James picks up his discarded t-shirt and wipes off his stomach before handing
it to Logan who wipes off his hand and tosses it back to the floor.
James places a careful hand to Logan’s jaw, turning his head toward him before
swooping in and pressing their lips together. It’s a sweet, tender kiss, filled
with passion and love.
“Mine,” James whispers against Logan’s lips.
“Yours, forever,” Logan agrees.
They pull back and settle against each other, Logan resting his head on James’s
chest.
“How am I going to cover all these bruises?” Logan asks, referring to the
bruises on his neck and collarbone as he pokes at the bruise on his hip.
“You’ll find a way,” James answers with a laugh. “Hey, what about getting my
name tattooed on your ass?”
“Oh god,” Logan groans, rolling his eyes. “No, not happening. Ever.”
“It was just a thought. Don’t kill me,” James retorts.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Logan says. He wraps his arm around James’s stomach,
pulling them closer together.
“I love you,” James says into Logan’s hair as he wraps his arm around Logan’s
back.
“I know. I love you, too,” Logan replies, burrowing into James’s side.
James can be slightly jealous, and Logan’s okay with that. No relationship is
perfect. They both have some insecurities to work through when it comes to each
other, but as long as they face them together, they know they’ll pull through
just fine.
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