Statistics
I'm dissatisfied with this one. I think it'll show.
Warning: Nonsensical apartment directions. Examples- hallways that don't exist, furniture arranged in impossible ways.
Logan POV
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You know how, on some websites, they have these really weird pop-ups that aren't at all related to what you're looking at? Yeah. I'm on one of those websites right now. Its just Carlos and I home. I'm reading some statistic thingie, not absorbing anything on the page, when I hear Carlos yell for me from the other room. Deciding that the meaningless data was boring I got up to see what he needed. After helping him (he couldn't find the remote), he went running back to the TV. I followed behind him, not really eager to get back to the computer. Suddenly deciding on a detour, I went to the kitchen for a drink.
"What're you working on Logan?" Something horribly boring and not at all worth it. I think.
"Nothing really. Why?" I smile to myself.
"The computer's flashing and it's distracting." Oh. Nothing interesting. After finishing my drink, I head back to the computer. It's strangely silent. Or, at least, it would be, if it weren't for the TV. Carlos is hovering of the computer. Kinda weird, but not unexpected.
Well, until a rather loud moan split the room it wasn't weird. Then it was more of a 'what the heck is he doing' moment.
"Carlos?" Awkward moment. He turns around and his face is slightly red and his eyes are abnormally bright and I can't tell if it's just the lighting creating that bulge in his pants.
"What were you looking at Logan? This is most definitely not 'nothing really'." I blink. And then I blink again. And for good measure, I blink a third time. What type of statistics was I looking at again? Giving him a strange look, I step closer to the computer and coincidently, him.
"I was just looking at statistics…" So what if it was said a bit defensively? You would've done it too.
"Since when was a bunch of videos of guys making out and stuff called 'statistics'?" If I hadn't used up my three blinks I would've blinked again. Instead I frowned and furrowed my brows and paused mid-step. To complete the scene, I gave him a questioning look.
"What? I didn't know you were into this sort of thing, Logan." What sort of thing? I move closer, and closer still until I can see the screen. The screen… I was not looking at this. Despite this fact, I can feel my face flushing and the faint twinge in my stomach, my body's reaction to the images on screen. I was not looking at this. I look away. My eyes flicker up to Carlos's face. He grins.
"I was not looking at this." His grin turns sly.
"Of course you weren't…" He murmurs. Well, that's what it should've been at least. A murmur. Instead, it came out as a sexy half growl half purr followed by a step closer to me. Let's pause this for just a second, shall we?
The space between us was limited to begin with. There was only about a foot of space between us. Now take a second (or two or thee or twenty) to think about something. About how long is a stride would you say? Now don't overwork your brain or anything 'cause I'll tell you right now: about one foot. Especially in limited space. Now that that's settled, let's go back to the moment.
So we're pressed right up against each other. And, for me, it's a bit awkward, because, well, Carlos is a little bit shorter than me. And he is one hundred percent in control. Yes he is. I lean into the wall, which was just a little too conveniently placed. My eyes are wide, because this is not part of everyday happenings. His hands, the devious little things that they are, wind their way around my hips. He presses ever closer and I can't help but gulp. I also can't help letting my gaze flicker to his lips and then back up to his eyes. (Is it just me or are they darker?) He notices and a smirk finds its way to his lips. His lips. I gulp again. I feel helpless. Trapped. Slowly, clearly on his toes, he leans closer. Our lips brush. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about this. Though, when I say 'our lips brushed' I do mean brushed. A light, sweet, barely-there kiss that was nowhere near satisfying. I growl in frustration. How can he act so harsh and yet touch so soft? He smirks again. And I realize how. He's in control. Not only that, I realize again as his hands roam delicately down the front of my body. He wants me to beg. Beg. I do not beg.
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Oops. I lost control of this one. o.O When people say things write themselves, they aren't lying. Hmm… I don't know what to do about this… Suggestions?