I hope I’m doing this next part justice DX. It’s also shorter than I hoped, but I’ll try to get the next part up sooner.
I’m really sorry about the delay.
“You, the prefect, decided to stay out all night. On a school night.”
“Yes, now Der, can you please—just please—shut up.”
Logan, exhausted, dropped his head into his hands again. Still thinking over what had happened the night before, the parts he could understand anyway.
Julian was either a genius for being able to mess around with his head so easily or the most idiotic drunk in the world.
Logan had not been staring at Julian.
Most certainly not.
So when Julian had drunkenly asked him something, he was thinking perfectly clearly while staring at the exposed tan skin and the sharp V of his hips, he just wasn’t…
Why on Earth had he gone to the gas station in the first place?
Julian hadn’t wanted him to come.
He could’ve just…never seen him again.
Found another distraction.
And then Julian was yelling at him.
“LOLO D’SN’T THINK ‘M PRETTY!”
Logan was pulled out of his thoughts. Julian had curled up into a fetal position on the dusty old couch, the lollipop back in his mouth as he looked dramatically upset.
“WRIGHT, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DRESSING HIS WOUNDS!”
Ramirez was yelling from the garage and Logan was growing angrier, fighting against it. He couldn’t blow up here, not here.
He had a promise to keep.
He closed his eyes for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.
He could not break that promise.
“Alright Julian,” He popped open the first aid kit sitting on the table before kneeling next to the sofa. “Give me your hand.”
“I need to clean it.”
Logan’s already almost nonexistent patience was running thin as Julian continued to ignore him.
“’Lright, alright, you need to keep it in your pants Lolo.”
Logan felt an odd strangled noise emit from the back of his throat as Julian turned around to face him, still lying on his side, and a devious look in his eyes. “What are-“
Julian all but pulled Logan on top of him, quickly pinning the stunned blond underneath him and slipping the lollipop between his lips as his hand brushed his hips. Quickly slipping under his waistband as his lips went to his neck.
His soft lips planted a kiss on his neck, working a trail up to his ear as he nibbled his earlobe and earned a quiet gasp from the blond beneath him.
He slowly started to stroke him, simultaneously pulling his pants down further with his bloody hand.
What surprised Logan the most wasn’t the feeling of him pressed flush against him as Julian trapped him beneath him, or the fact that he had his hand around him and-dear God-he knew what he was doing.
It was that he didn’t want this to happen. Well, not at this moment.
It was strange because for once Logan was actually going to listen to whatever little voice he had in the back of his head.
Even though he felt like he couldn’t get enough of Julian’s lips on his skin, he was drunk and Logan was not one to take advantage of that.
It was not specifically Julian—that’s what he told himself.
Logan, pulled out of his stunned haze at the feeling of dry blood against his skin, snatched Julian’s wrist and pulled his hand away. Sitting up, Julian fell back against the couch as Logan reached for the rubbing alcohol.
He calmly twisted Julian’s wrist and started to clean the blood away, his cheeks tinted slightly with blush as he glared at him.
“What is it with you?”
He drunkenly attempted to push Logan away, or pull his wrist away before groaning in annoyance and sprawling back on the couch. Digging in between the cushions, he replied calmly.
“I’m not nearly drunk enough.”
Pulling a bottle of rum out, Logan instantly plucked it out of his hands and set it on the table. Changing his mind, he took a quick sip before returning to the task at hand.
What ever heated or sparked air that they previously shared disappeared as Julian gave up and stared at his lap as Logan’ continued to clean his hand, avoiding each others’ eyes and sitting in silence.
Logan absentmindedly wrapped the gauze around Julian’s knuckles; he’d had plenty of experience with bandaging himself when he was at home and Derek wasn’t there to help.
He couldn’t help but let his thoughts slowly stray towards Kurt.
Would he ever be able to comfort him or patch him up like this?
…Logan was always the one that needed to be pulled back together…
Automatically kneeling in front of him and brushing his hair off his forehead to clean the gash near his hairline, ignoring the incredulous gaze that Julian gave him.
Logan was hardly paying attention to what was going on, half lost in his thoughts and using the rest of his attention to clean the gash.
He didn’t notice when he stroked his thumb comfortingly across Julian’s jaw, cleaning the cut and turning his attention to the one on his cheek.
Could he ever accept the fact that Kurt would never look at him like that?
His hand jerked and Julian hissed quietly as he pressed down on a bruise.
Logan saw the garage again and he mumbled. “Sorry.”
“Did your highness actually apologize?”
Julian pushed his hand away, rolling his eyes as he sunk like rock onto the sofa—if rocks groaned and complained about drinking too much.
Holding up an aspirin and bottle of water, Logan sat on the edge of the couch and glanced at the clock.
“Go ahead; go back to that little school of yours.”
Julian had his arm thrown over his face as he said this, as if he were used to people just walking out on him.
Logan stood up, making sure that he could hear his footsteps as he walked away before turning around and watching Julian carefully.
This wasn’t the plan.
This most definitely was not going according to plan.
He should be halfway out to the car by now, trying to find another way to get over Kurt.
Why wouldn’t his feet move?
Julian kept his eyes covered as he turned to face the couch, his back to Logan as he curled up.
Logan tilted his head at the sight.
Why did he feel the need to hide and shield himself from him?
The familiar stranger who he constantly ran into at the most convenient times.
He barely knew him; actually, he really didn’t know him.
Whoever you want me to be.
That was the appeal of meeting someone you didn’t know, and never really getting to know them.
They turned you into whomever or whatever they needed and he did the same.
…Yeah, Julian was far too…
-interesting for Logan to simply leave.
He grabbed the blanket on the table and quietly lay down next to him, throwing the blanket over him and pulling him close.
Logan himself could barely believe he was doing this, but he couldn’t just walk out the door without knowing.
Julian elbowed him tiredly, “I thought I told you to leave.”
He snorted and kept his arms loose around him as he spoke to the back of his neck. “Obviously, I didn’t listen.”
“Don’t you ever do what you’re told?”
“Nope, it’s my birthright.”
He could hear Julian’s scowl as he unsuccessfully tried to shift away from him, muttering under his breath, “Fucking politicians.”
Logan sighed and settled into the soft cushions. “We did have a date, you know.”
He wanted to go back to Dalton.
He wanted to stay here.
Why did he want to stay here, damn it.
“Did you get into a fight or something?”
The silence that answered didn’t deter him.
“Look, if you need-“
“I don’t need anything from you.”
Logan almost wished that Julian was back to that crazy guy he was back outside, when he was still enjoying his buzz and insane enough to drive Logan to nearly explode.
What is it with this guy?
He seemed to be asking a lot of questions like that lately.
As he was about to ask again, Julian spoke.
“I hate being little spoon.”
Logan blinked in surprise at Julian’s offhand comment as he visibly relaxed in his arms.
In his arms…
It only seemed to hit Logan how…fluffy this was.
He didn’t know whether the sudden jump of his heart to his throat was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Is there any possibility that you have an iPod on your person? I sleep better with music.”
Julian was already starting to drift off and Logan shook his head as he looked around the room for a radio.
Without turning around, Julian pulled the blanket tighter around him.
“Don’t bother, Ramirez doesn’t have one.”
Giving a discontented sigh, Julian suddenly moved closer to Logan, his back pressing against his chest.
Logan opened his mouth then closed it, contemplating the sudden idea that popped into his head.
Which was idiotic.
And something he would only did for Blaine.
He grimaced at the painful memory before turning his attention back to boy in his arms, who for some peculiar reason managed to get Logan to actually care. Taking a deep breath and turning his lips to brush them against the back of his neck before quietly whispering.
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the lord,
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this; the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall and the major lift
And the baffled king composed his hallelujah.
Logan ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at the cup of coffee on the table in front of him.
He had ended up singing them both to sleep, and then woken up in the Derek’s car in the parking lot at Dalton.
Well…as dates go-in my case…it could’ve been worse.
No note or anything.
Logan could take a hint.
He was practically scolding himself, and for what?
It was his own imagination that let the idea run away with him that maybe Julian could distract him. He didn’t actually believe that.
He groaned as his thoughts flurried and it stopped making sense at all.
He did not care like that.
He cared because there was a guy-who he was previously going to take out to dinner-who was beat up for God knows what reason and Logan’s conscience decided to start screaming and fighting before he walk out.
So why did you sing him to sleep, why did you fall asleep next to him?
Frowning as he felt a tug in his gut he quickly took his pills that he had forgotten were sitting in the palm of his hand before flipping the TV on.
Sitting back with his notes and coffee, he loosened his tie before taking a sip.
Some idiot had left the TV on one of those tacky gossip shows, spewing exaggerations about celebrities that no one cared about anymore.
Must’ve been Cy.
Rolling his eyes, his annoyance was already simmering down as the medicine worked its way into his bloodstream. He searched for the remote, ready to turn change the channel before the busty blonde woman on screen started talking.
It was a panel called ‘Where are they now?’
Celebrities that either disappeared from the showbiz or simply quit.
Logan quickly turned up the volume, taking another sip of coffee and staring at the screen intently.
He hadn’t even really seen anything, but there was no harm in double checking.
Unless another Stuart decided to walk in and see what he was watching.
“….Dolce Larson and Travis Armstrong, where are they now? Dolce is apparently working in Africa with non-profit organizations and who knows where the has-been director is? After his string of flops, his son and he just dropped of the map…”
Logan spat out his coffee as a family picture came on screen.