DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to Glee or 'Dalton' by CP Coulter.
A/N: Hi lovely people who decided to read this! First of all: thank you so much for taking time to read this, you have no idea how much it means to me that someone would want to read my stuff. Second: I would love you even more if you would leave a review after reading this, because I would love to get some feedback so that I can work on my weaknesses(of which I have a feeling there are many, sorry.). This is a sequel to my other story, basically just something I wanted to write because Jogan is one of my favourite pairings at the moment and I was in the 'Jogan-mood'. If you haven't read the prequel, 'Why can't I pretend?', then I suggest you go read that first, although there is a summary of it below just in case! So please: read, enjoy and review!- Cloey van Zyl
SUMMARY OF 'WHY CAN'T I PRETEND?': Julian was forced by Adam to confess his love to Logan during the fire of Hell Night just like in the original 'Dalton' by CP Coulter. Julian gets out of the hospital and Dalton is not closed down. He returns to school but is depressed and cynical because Logan hasn't come to talk to him about what happened in the fire and now Julian just wants to pretend like it never happened. Derek encourages him to talk to Logan but he refuses and ends up staying in his room and shutting everyone out. Finally Logan comes to confront Julian in his room and they argue about the whole thing. Julian is resentful and hurt and Logan is angry that Julian expects him to feel something for Julian even though he was 'straight' for all those years. Julian leaves Dalton after Logan shouts "I can't love you!" at Julian in the spur-of-the-moment. Julian doesn't return to Dalton and doesn't keep in contact with Logan. Five years later, Julian and Logan meet in a coffee shop where Logan has a job. Logan is acting strange but eventually he shows Julian his true, emotional, self to Julian and also reveals that in the last five years he has come to realise just how much Julian means to him. They end up getting together at the end. Yay cheesy, happy endings!
Now on to the sequel...!
CHAPTER 1
"Could you hurry it up Logan?", I asked in what I thought to be a friendly-suggestion type of voice. Logan, it seemed, didn't find the request very reasonable and I could feel one of his famous 'intense' glares penetrating the back of my head.
"I'm trying to be nice and gentle with the lack of supplies I have here.", he shot back at me. I leant my forehead on the cold tiled wall I was pressed up against and sighed frustratedly.
"Well, I'm sorry if I am not always prepared for your sexual whims, Logan!". My breath hitched and I let out a loud gasp as he curled his finger and hit my sweet-spot. He added another finger at my body's natural response. Yes, Logan and I were having an argument. While having sex. God, how ridiculous. We couldn't even control our natural urge to bicker while doing the dirty.
"My sexual whims? You were the one who dragged me in here during my twenty minute break and demanded I fuck you!", he growled and continued to scissor his fingers, readying me.
"I thought you could be quick!", I quipped back before adding in a deadpan voice, "And you were the one who seductively whispered dirty things in my ear while making a customer's coffee. What was I supposed to think? That you didn't mean them?".
Again I felt his glare on the back on my head, "I did mean those things, I just didn't expect you to take them so literally.", he said while adding a third finger and then coming to his own defence, "And I can be quick! But not in the bathroom of my workplace. And not without any lube. You're lucky I always have a condom in my wallet.".
"You mean the one I gave you?", I asked, squirming in anticipation as I became increasingly impatient.
"Who the fuck cares who gave it to me!", he quickly rolled the said condom onto his cock, turned me around to face him, smashed my lips against his; to which I eagerly responded; and then lifted me off my feet (I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist and pushed my back against the tiled wall of the cubical to help with leverage), brought the head of his cock to my hole and slowly lowered me down. We groaned in unison and I sent a quick plea out to whoever would be listening to someone getting fucked in a bathroom that no one would have the urge to enter this male bathroom for the next couple of minutes.
Logan then lifted me up and brought me down again, this time harder and more forcefully.
He and I quickly fell into a rhythm, punctuated by both of our gasps and groans filling the echo-y bathroom. I would have been nervous that someone would hear, become suspicious and force a lot of people; mainly me and Logan; into a very awkward situation. But when Logan was fucking me, I didn't think about a lot other than how much I loved him (and his cock).
"You know,", he somehow could manage to speak at the same time as blowing my mind, "if you wanted fast… I could have just given you a blowjob.".
I lifted my head from where it was resting on his shoulder as he slammed into me again, "S'not the same!", I protested before letting out a filthy sound as he hit my prostate.
"Would be… lot easier.", he was panting heavily from the exertion of keeping me off the ground and the pleasure that was coursing through his body.
"Didn't realise you weren't enjoying yourself…", I shot back, "We can stop… if you want…".
He stopped, like I had suggested and I was confused as to what the hell he was doing when I was so damn close, and started to lower me to the ground and pull out completely before I locked my arms around his neck and tightened my legs around his waist as I growled, "Fucking hell! I was kidding, you are not allowed to stop!".
He smirked and clutched me tighter as he started pounding me as hard as he could in the current situation.
He somehow managed to pick up speed as he got ever closer and I wrapped a hand around my cock and moved it up and down so that we could come together.
"Close…", he grunted.
"Me…", I couldn't finish the sentence because I was too busy frantically writhing as I came into the condom I had cleverly thought of wearing to avoid an awkward mess.
I was just coming down from my high as Logan gave three quick and erratic thrusts before biting his bottom lip to supress his grunts.
He dropped me to the ground abruptly, clearly too worn out to hold me up any longer. I took pity on him and cleaned both him and myself up as he just sat on the closed toilet seat, elbows on his knees, leaning forward and panting heavily.
"Aren't you glad it wasn't just a blowjob, Lo?", I asked as I rolled his condom off.
He shot me a quick glare and didn't answer, although I knew this was just because he didn't want to admit that I was right.
He made up for it as we were about to leave the bathroom and he pushed me up against the wall next to the sinks and just stared into my eyes. I felt the shivers travel up my body. I loved it when he did this, just looked at me like that, with so much emotion that he didn't even have to say anything. He loved me. He hadn't said it yet but I could see it in those amazing green eyes when he looked at me like this. It wasn't a common look, it was too private to be done in public, and in many ways that made it all the more special. He leaned in, invading all of my space before slowly, and dare I say it of Logan Wright?- gently, closing the distance and kissing my lips. It wasn't a lustful, messy kiss like the ones we had exchanged a few minutes ago. This one was almost chaste and certainly loving. When he pulled away we exchanged a small, knowing smile and he left the bathroom while I waited five minutes before following.
This, us, our relationship had been going on for two and a half months. No one else knew. Except, of course, our closest friends. Derek was top of that list and had reappeared in my life. He and Logan had kept in better contact over the last five years than Derek and I had and although I regretted that a lot; Derek really was an awesome best friend; I was very happy to have him back in my life. I felt whole again, as stupid that sounded. Logan and Derek and I were finally reunited and best friends again. Logan and I were a couple, even if it was a kind of secret. And everything felt right again. I was doing as well as ever in my acting and Logan was studying music at UCLA. He had pre-empted his father's wrath at him studying music at university and disowned himself, gotten a truly crappy apartment with some strange 'friends' from UCLA and the job at the coffee shop where we had finally met two and a half months ago. Life was good. Falling in love was pretty easy for me all those years ago, staying in love wasn't easy but I had no real choice in the matter but being in love now with Logan loving me back seemed like the biggest breeze ever.
A/N: So... first chapter. What did you wonderful people think? I would die of happiness if you left me a review. And(this may be a really weird request) but does anyone have any advice on how to write smut? As you can tell I'm terrible at it...
-Cloey
