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I Like You, Logan

Once we had finished eating our delicious hamburgers, we made our way up to my room. It wasn't uncommon, in the past four years my room had practically become Logan's sanctuary. A place where he felt safe, and a place that I would never get tired of seeing him in. Logan got some beers from the mini-fridge in the corner of my room, three to be exact, and they were all going to be for him.

It was hard to imagine but Logan had low alcohol tolerance, after one beer he was acting like a (stereotypical) sailor. Therefore, with the help of three, there was a low possibility that he would remember what happened tonight, what would happen in this room, tonight —

With me.

I am definitely going to hell. I locked the door to my room, going over to my bed and resting against the wall, deciding to play some video games while Logan began drinking. It was endearing honestly, because when Logan got drunk he went into these ramblings about anything and everything. His grades, reports, teachers, girls, mother, — "And today when you didn't want to hang out!" He seethed. "Wanted t' strangle you."

Endearing I tell you.

He continued on, changing his topic of the rambling. I smiled and nodded at his disagreements, agreeing every time he said 'am I right?' in an exasperated manner. It wasn't that he was wrong about all of his complaints, but I couldn't go against him even if I wanted to. He was just too cute for his own good.

By his third beer, Logan was resting his head on my knee, his words no longer making sense and his eyes covered by a transparent glaze. I reached my hand down, caressing the side of his jaw, Logan shivered - lips sloppily seeking the rough patch of my palm.

"What do you want to do?" I asked drunk Logan, placing my hands on his hair and throwing my switch to the side. Logan shrugged, swaying the glass beer bottle over his head as he extended his arm out towards me. At this point, the question was just formality. After years of knowing each other, I knew that Logan really didn't mind watching porn when he was drunk, we had gotten over the embarrassment by the first year.

"I-hic don't know, choose somthang," he slurred out waving his other hand in the air nonchalantly. I grabbed the beer he was holding, placing it on my drawer before leaning down to press a soft kiss on top of his golden hair. Logan hummed at the action, closing his eyes and gripping the sides of my face, leaning upwards himself to mimic my kissing action against my temple. "I love you."

It wasn't unexpected but it didn't fail to send a punch of warmth down my chest. God, just send me down to hell already. "I know baby, I love you too."

He grinned sloppily at me. "Love you, love you,"

I stood up and walked over to my movie shelf, which was under my large screen TV. Hidden in the back was Logans heterosexual trash movie (I told you, my room at this point was a sanctuary), and my homosexual stash was hidden behind those.

I know, it was so top secret.

"Wanna watch one-on-ones?" That was our code word for porn, because using the 'p' word seemed to be disturbing to every party. I looked over my shoulder towards him when he didn't respond. Logan shrugged when he noticed my movement, rolling over to face the ceiling of my room while humming a song to himself. I took that as a definite yes, grabbing the perfect video and making sure not to show him the cover as I inserted it into the DVD panel. This was better, albeit harder, it was less of a hassle to buy adult movies than risk my parents looking through my internet searches (because privacy doesn't exist in my household).

Once I had done that I walked back towards my bed sitting down on the floor and patting the empty spot next to me, Logan got the hint and with a groan climbed off of my bed sitting next to me. The first thing that the DVD showed on the screen were two guys in a heated battle of tongues. I licked my lips nudging Logan with my shoulder that he was resting on so that he could open his eyes. Logan hummed, doing what I suggested and asking me his first question: "Whaz this?"

He asked, leaning against my shoulder but I quickly shushed him, willing him to watch the entire thing. There were small shifts, legs expanding, shifting, and stretching next to him. The room became hotter, as the actors continued doing what they were meant to do - taking their acts of intimacy to a higher level with every passing second. Once there was nothing but the sounds of skin slapping against skin did I look over towards Logan. He groaned, his eyes half closed as he looked at the screen, watching the scenes presented to him. My own pants tightened, creating an uncomfortable situation.

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"How are you doing baby? Are you getting hard?" I whisper-asked against his hair, smiling as he moaned breathily, looking up to meet my gaze with dilated orbs.

"I-I," He started, stuttering to defend himself as a red blush bloomed on his face. His eyes darted around the room in embarrassment, looking at anything else but me. I brought up a hand, combing back his blonde locks. Logan threw his head back, following the movement of his hand and looking over towards me.

"Can't talk? Or you don't know what to say?" I murmured as I leaned closer, my hand sliding down to the back of his neck as I pressed my nose against his — teasingly rubbing it. He shuddered beneath me, head tilting and throat constructing. I held his head firmly as my eyes met his, making sure that our eyes met before proceeding. "Why don't you do what you think will make you feel good?"

"Need help?" I whispered, my other hand going to the hard member in between his legs and pressing against it. Logan gasped, a moan gurgling from the back of his throat. My eyes snapped down to his lips, I gulped. Kissing would be too far? But, wasn't this too far?

The sensation of guilt filled me, feeling heavy against my stomach. This shouldn't be happening, this — his lips grazed mine, and with no further indication he pressed his lips against mine, taking control quickly. Quick shock, before undeniable lust. I leaned back against the frame of the bed, wanting him to follow me and he did, getting on his knees and climbing over my thighs. Placing his ass right above my groin. I moaned lowly into his mouth, sliding my tongue against his as my hands went to his hips, traveling up his shirt to his muscled pecs.

"Look Logan, they're hard as rock, and so pink." I whispered breaking the kiss to tease him. Logan stayed quiet, his eyes following my movements as a flush took over his features. I licked my lips leaning down to bring one of his nipples into my mouth, biting on it softly with my teeth. I felt him gasp and shiver, small moans escaping his mouth, and the best part was that when he jolted above me his hips would move against me- creating the best friction in the world. "Hold your shirt for me, baby."

A t the request, his hands took hold of his shirt and tugged it over his shoulder, throwing it off to the side. I admired the sight, leaning forward to press open-mouth kisses against his skin as my hands traveled over his waist, resting against the arch of his back. My tips of my fingers ached, running softly over the top of his butt. Logan seemed to grow impatient, hands landing on my shoulder and traveling down to my elbows, gripping them and tugging them towards himself. I got the hint, sliding my hands down his boxers and gripping his cheeks, hauling him closer to me as I licked over his nipples.

Logan whimpered loudly, moving his hips against mine and combing his hands through my hair. Pulling and gripping at it before crying out in pleasure as he arched back even more. Fucking hell, I was so hard.

Our hips thrusted upward, forward, against each other, in order to make some sort of friction. My hands spread his cheeks, my fingers teasing his hole. I rested my head against his now wet and sweaty chest, my mouth open as I grunted and panted. I - wanted to fuck him senseless.

I ignored the sounds coming from the TV and focused on the moans that were spilling out of Logan's mouth, hitting the side of my head. His moans, his sweet, sweet moans. My hands tightened on his ass making Logan yelp on top of me, fucking hell. I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer. Logan pulled my head back capturing my lips with his, our lips danced until both of us were breathless. I imagined him calling my name- imagined him moaning my name as he bounced so prettily on my cock.

"Mm- put 'em in. Feelz good. . . ." He murmured placing his hands in my chest as he got onto his knees scooting forward then looking back at my hands that were still holding his ass. I hummed in amusement pulling one of my hands off of his delicious flesh and chuckling at his soft whine. My hand traveled up his body, stopping at his jaw and melting as he leaned into my touch, opening his mouth willingly when I pressed three fingers against his lips. Logan groaned but ran his smooth tongue over my salty skin. It's just fingers, that's it, nothing more.

Not yet.

Logan's demeanor changed and his hands reached up to grip my wrist, holding me still as he sucked on my fingers, moving them against his mouth. I groaned, eyes narrowing because holy shit, Logan. He whined when I pulled my fingers out of his mouth, completely soaked in his saliva. "On your knees baby, can you do that for me?"

He nodded his head weakly, twisting himself to place his hands flat on the floor, then picking himself up by his feet and setting them back down on his knees. A shudder rippled through him as I tugged down the remainder of his clothes, back arching at the cold air, and ass only mere inches from my chest. I know I said just fingers but - who was I to reject such a blessed offering?

Just a man head over heels his best friend.

I gripped his hips tightly in both my hands, tugging him closer as I leaned over him. "Are you clean, baby?"

A second of silence, and a smack to his thigh later, Logan was nodding his head, resting it on his folded arms. "Ye-ah, ah-, clean, prowmise-"

I smiled, licking and nipping against his skin. Logan whimpered at the sensations, pushing his ass back against my face but not being able to go far because of my hands holding him steady.

"Ha-ah! Ngh," He moaned in front of me, throwing his head back as I complied with his non-verbal wishes, sliding two fingers into him. I bit down on my bottom lip, imaging the tight, warm walls that are wrapped around my fingers being wrapped around my dick. I slid my hand around his waist grabbing his hard erection and pumping it to the rhythm of my fingers.

"T-there! Fa-Fas-t'r," Logan gasped looking back at me with glazed covered eyes, his hips jolting against my hand, taking my fingers deeper with each swift movement. I hummed nonchalantly ignoring his request and going slower than before. Logan groaned in annoyance looking back at me with pleading eyes (and a really cute pout).

"T-Tripp," He moaned. I froze, body tensing and eyes widening as my name left his parted lips. He —

Couldn't know it was me. Could he?

Before I could continue questioning my entire existence, Logan whimpered, arching his back to sit on my knees - my fingers still wrapped in the warmth of his walls. "T-Tripp, need m're,"

He whimpered looking over his shoulder as he thrusted his hips back against my fingers moaning loudly at his own action. I gulped looking up at him and gripping his shoulder bringing him down against my chest and deciding to tease him with the head of my cock.

"I like you Logan." I groaned in his ear.

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I woke up in my bed, naked as always and something new was currently happening. Logan was cuddled against my chest, his right leg in between mine and the other thrown over my hip. His hands were against his chest under his chin as his head rested on my forearm breathing calmly and making a strand of his golden hair fly on occasion. I couldn't help but smile at this, he looked so adorable.

Daringly I leaned down into his hair, placing a small kiss against his lips.

"I like you, Logan." I repeated as I kissed him again. My heart almost jumping out of my chest as he shifted next to me (because ). Logan threw his arm over my shoulder, spreading himself out next to me like he usually does. My heart cautiously slowed down from the panic attack that surely would have killed me if he were to wake up at my confession.

I sighed, this was going to be a long day.