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Covet: To feel blamesworthy desire for (that which isanother's)

A/N: Slash warning. Some Hetero... ANGST Mostly I'm making Logan a girl squeel I haven't found many fics on tis pairing, so I think I'll do a small series out of boredom. Little oneshots everywhere.

So... who covets who?


This was the starter.

It was it.

He shifted nervously, as he felt the package between his palms, feeling with pride the labors he had never held. Something self-produced, proving his worth to himself, something he hadn't asked for help with.

It wasn't some thing, it was the thing, it was his, his reason for the half smile when he walked around on campus that afternoon...

People had smiled back at him too… in wonderment at the absence of his scowl, at the friendly eyes. But they didn't want to disturb whatever peace he had seem to find.

And that was okay, because he was on a mission as he walked from the class to the dorm, he had a purpose, Logan Reese held purpose within the palms of his hands.

Sure, okay, so it was a crappy vanilla cupcake, surplus of sprinkles that scattered over when the holder tipped it, frosting getting onto the folds of the cover, a half attempt at the traditional swirl, half sheeted. A little toothpick stuck out from it, and a red ribbon tied around the top.

He couldn't keep the grin off his face though, as he saw someone coming up the road from the dorms. He stood still, much to the annoyance of the passers behind him, and tried, struggled, to remain composed.

Chase had already spotted him, had already donned his trademark half smile, though Logan had come to recognize it as that sardonic smirk.

He sauntered in a way Logan couldn't pull off honestly, and now he shamelessly stood, body to body, with Logan, forcing Logan to crane his head to meet the scanning, amused, lustf filled eyes.

"So what are you hiding behind your back?" By now the road was, miraculously, absent of people. It was one of those mid-day things, no one hung out by the roads…

"I hear it's your birthday today." He couldn't keep the mirth from his voice, overjoyed at the sensations building up.

Michael was probably with the girls now; the dorms should be empty…

"I… haven't heard anything about that yet…"

"Well, I happen to have inside information…" Did he just bounce? Like a school girl?

"Well then, are you hiding something tasty?"

"Everything I hide is tasty…"

Their lips were close now, Logan could feel Chase's warm breath on his lips, the hands were motioning towards his hips…lower…and lower…

"You know, I don't like it when you hide things from me…"

"I don't like it when you keep things from me either." Logan said, frowning inwardly as the lips dodged his attempt to meet.

But he didn't have time to concentrate too much on the loss as two hands suddenly traveled lower than imagined, one digging into the waist band of his pants, another cupping his bottom from his back pocket.

And suddenly he felt a weight lifted from his palm, and he realized the hand had retreated from the waistband to grab the gift.

And now Chase was backing away with a teasing smile, waving he cupcake around, he was backing up towards the dorms…

A new smile dawned on Logan as he realized he was meant to follow…

He was about to run after the retreating Chase when the voice that always seemed to shatter his dreams arrived.

"CHASE!"

They both stopped, Chase still wearing that unnerving half smile, but Logan's look had faltered, had gotten lost in the crossfire, had melted.

Zoey ran past Logan, saying a quick hi to him as she hugged Chase. And suddenly she was profusely wishing him a happy birthday and day plans and how she was sorry it took so long, but in her bag she held a cake…

And why were girls always so good at decorating?

Logan stood at a distance, the kicked dog, and watched the interaction. Chase smiled so harmlessly, guiltlessly, innocently at Zoey, seemed to take a general interest in her decorations.

"Oh… did someone give you that cupcake?" Logan picked up from the ssea of words Zoey sprouted, and he perked up.

If Chase hid the origins...

even if it was meant to hide Logan's embarassing actions,

it would mean he was a secret...

It would mean he was special…

"Oh, Logan just gave it to me."

And that was it. So casually. Because, of course, friends give other friends gifts. And Chase had gotten a store-bought cupcake from Logan, right?

It's not like Zoey understood, with those seven words, that he had bought the ingredients himself, done research on baking from scratch, had refused the help of any culinary specialist, had salvaged several from the fire only to throw them away for being less than perfect.

Maybe Chase didn't even understand that. Maybe, if Chase had really understood it, he wouldn't have said it so casually, wouldn't have gawked at the cake as he was doing now, wouldn't have asked Zoey to carry the cupcake while he held the cake-with both hands.

And as they walked off towards the dorms, Logan shuddered. It was supposed to be this way, he told himself. There was no way what he thought was going to happen would happen.

And this was always the ending.


Reviews, even if their flames.

I LOVE uke Logan... if you know what I'm taking about, good job.

Distinct lack of slash in this fandom which is suprising since all the guys can easily be proved metrosexual at the very least.

I don't think I'll do anything mature worthy for this couple though... :D