Logan was tired of it. He'd had enough. He was done.
He couldn't stand the kid any longer. With all his constant reminders about how they could be together, for real. How they should. Logan had warned him, in the very beginning that he wasn't doing any relationship crap. No dates. No mornings after. It was just pleasure and a good time for him, and it had to be a secret. He'd told him every bit of the truth, and for some god for saken reason, the damn kid was still here. He still wanted more. Was still waiting. For what? There wasn't anything more. They had their fun, the kid got to do what he said he wanted. He wanted to be close to Logan. Well, sleeping with him was as close as it got. The boy was hot, with some sexuality he didn't even know he had, and Logan loved having him there every night to suit his lonely needs, but he could only take so much of the boy's bitching about how they should really be together.
Logan was surprised when the kid didn't come one Saturday afternoon. He didn't show up for their usually morning meetings. Logan didn't remember him saying he'd miss a day. Even though the younger man annoyed the shit out of Logan, it was still a disappointment to not see him. No he did not want a relationship, but he still felt a little something for the guy. He was used to seeing him, used to his touch, his kiss. And he missed them.
Maybe it was a test! Maybe the boy was testing to see if Logan would come find him instead. Well he wouldn't, he decided, he'd just sit and wait.
That worked very well for ten minutes, until his mind was going crazy and his pants were getting so tight thinking about the kid that he was about to explode.
Maybe he finally got the message that Logan wasn't offering anymore then sex, and this was him protesting. But it really pissed Logan off. If he had to sit through Storm and Hank's annoying chatter all day he needed to start off his day correctly.
Logan groaned and headed for the door, deciding he might as well look before he had an accident. It didn't take him long to sniff out the kid and he tracked him down to the gardens in the back of the school. And the boy was right there, lying in the grass. He was surprised that the kid wasn't flying. Usually he did that, because he had wings.
"Warren, what the hell are you doing?" Logan growled.
"Hey, you remember my name. Or maybe it just registered in your puny little brain that I have one, and that it's not kid or boy," Warren whispered, calm as ever. Although there was a slight bitter tone in his voice.
"Don't be a smart ass, why weren't you in my room this morning?" Logan snapped, grabbing Warren's arm and yanking him to his feet.
"Because I was here, thinking."
"And what were you thinking about?" Logan said, trying to hide his curiosity in his annoyed voice.
"You. And me. And us," Warren replied, "And that I have something to talk to you about…"
"Oh, great, here we go again! Your gonna complain that we aren't together like we should be, and how I don't treat ya right, and wait let me mention how you always say 'A relationship is more then physical', well newsflash: we don't have a relationship. You're my entertainment and I'm yours, but it isn't anything more. So get over it kid, because it's never gonna be more."
"I was just gonna mention that today's my birthday," Warren murmured, "And that I didn't want to see you today, because you'll just ruin it. But you've already done a great job of that, so I suppose it doesn't matter. And we're through, by the way," Warren added as he was walking away, "with are fun, if that's what it was. Understand man? Or was it sir, or guy? Damn, I can never remember."
Logan just stood, alone, as Warren disappeared inside.