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After Hours
Chapter 2-
Garrett freaks out about the previous night and his own sexuality and Logan silently panics when he thinks that he might be in danger of losing his best friend-Contains Smut.
The morning dawned bright and early like all morning's do, when Garrett woke it was to a stiffness in his neck and upper back and a heavy weight pressing against his chest. The blanket from the couch was slung over the both of them, but even so it was chilly, the cold November morning air seeping into the house like damp clinging to the walls.
It was a sobering wake up call to the events that had transpired the previous night.
Shit. He was never going to be able to sit on this couch again.
Logan was still asleep, he was sprawled across Garrett's chest his head pillowed just below his neck, his nose running across the top of Garrett's collarbone. His face was smoothed out in sleep utterly peaceful, his blonde hair dropping with sleep over his forehead. Garrett let out a breath staring.
Fuck. Logan was beautiful.
Shit. This was going to be awkward. He could remember the previous night in painstaking clarity. He could remember Logan's confession of love and his bright eyes and the way that he had felt…the sheathing of that tight hot heat and the way Logan had looked astride him, begging Garrett to stake a claim and call him his boy…and then Logan had begged him to give him that night, had begged Garrett for some time before it all came crashing down around them. He couldn't help but tighten his arms around Logan in anticipation of the conversation they were about to have. There was no way in the light of day that someone as blonde and perfect as Logan Watson really wanted Garrett as anything else other than the best friend that he'd tagged along with other than the fact that he'd had a game that Logan had thought desirable.
The option of having Logan in that way he knew wasn't possible.
But these might be the last few seconds Garrett has before the world as he knows it stops existing.
He drifts of again brushing his fingers through the blonde strands the scent of the coconut shampoo that Logan uses. And when he wakes up he knows that Logan is watching him.
Garrett wakes up slowly, again his back and neck are stiff. He's gonna need a long hot shower to deal with knots developing in his spine and lower back. He's also aware of the sunlight streaming in and the fingers brushing across his face soft and feathery and gentle. When he forces his eyes open it's to blue orbs staring at him like he's the only thing worth looking at.
"Hey" Logan mutters snuggling his head back down into Garrett's ribs and pressing a kiss to the bony skin there. "This is so the best way to wake up"
Even Garrett couldn't help but smile at that, because yeah, it was…it really was the most perfect way to wake up. God if he could wake up like that everyday then he could finally be happy.
"My Mom will be back soon" he said finally, hating himself for breaking the protective bubble wrapped around them, he checked the owl clock on the wall above the kitchen before dropping his eyes back to Logan's prone form, still slung over his own body staring into space his eyes so big and blissful.
"I know" the blonde teen said after a pause "I know…and we have to get up and go to school and pretend that this is normal, that this never happened…Garrett I need you to know that I wanted that to happen…that I needed this to happen…I…fuck I would have died if I hadn't have had this. Eventually this would have killed me."
It was the finality with what Logan spoke that finally got to him…he was using the word finally a lot in his head…the whole situation was final…the whole situation was final as Garrett knew it could be…
"We still…" he checked his watch before he pushed himself up "Shit Logan we have to get up and get to school" Logan rolled his eyes but Garrett suddenly felt a wave of indignation "Logan…Lindy is one perceptive woman and I think that you and I both know that if I am late then she will immediately assume something went down between the two of us…and then there is hell to pay…did I mention your sister is perceptive?"
Logan nodded agreeing with his assessment of his sister if nothing else.
"We need…Garrett we need…to talk…" Logan said pushing himself up, the blanket exposing him in all his naked glory and holy hell Garrett really hadn't imagined the size of his best friend the last night. He nodded.
"We need to get to school…we put on the idea of a normal day because we are friends with three incredibly bright women who will not hesitate to irritate us to hell and back If they realise that something is wrong…if you need to…if we really need to talk then we have to do it tonight" he mentally calculated in his head.
"If you want to come over tonight then you can…its Monday so I'm pretty sure that my Mom is gonna be doing another nightshift. If you…if we have to…if we have to talk then we can do it tonight"
It was cowardly putting it off tonight, but Garrett was Garrett Spanger and therefore he was desperate to put of whatever confrontation that was brewing…because whatever high they had been on the previous night and therefore they had to come down, Garrett was the nerd out of the five, he was the one that knew logic…and therefore logic was the one thing that he knew he was going to happen.
Logan was going to tell him 'thanks but no thanks'
They managed to get up, get dressed, get to school without barely touching. They managed to force themselves into the car and drove to school and therefore into class before they managed to run into Lindy, Delia and more importantly Jazmine, Garret could still remember the sinking feeling that settled into his stomach when the gasp had wretched itself from his throat when he had overheard Jazmine's confession to Betty.
He was going to lose Logan to Jazmine.
He watched Logan whenever he shifted in their classes and it sent a strange feeling…possessive feelings up Garrett's spine…he was the one that was making Logan shift in his chair whenever his arse came into contact with something hard…he was the one that was making Logan ache…
And that lead to the second question. It wasn't like Garret had spent hours agonising over his best friend and his sexuality. He had known for a long time that he was interested in girls but none of them would ever hold a candle to that blonde boy that had stolen Garrett's heart all those years ago in that classroom where he had seen that game that had ensured a friendship that had lasted a lifetime.
Garrett personally liked to believe that he was Logan's through and through.
He just hoped that it was the same.
But either way when he listened to Logan explain that he was spending another night at Garrett's house and was therefore forcing a conversation that Garrett was a hundred percent sure he wasn't ready for he swallowed down the dread and forced himself to smile and pat Logan on the back and say that it was fine with him.
Logan slid into the car after picking up his spare clothes silently perhaps realising that there was no way of trying to break down the walls that were slowly forming over Garrett's heart, the organ desperately trying to protect itself from whatever's harm it could.
He leaned over when Garrett pulled up inside his house to link their fingers together. He paused before he unlinked them swallowing hard "You have beer inside don't you?" he asked carefully and Garrett nodded suddenly thankful for his Dad leaving them with everything when he had left with his girlfriend the previous year (such was the anger that consumed his mother she had left all his father's beer's in the fridge and had given the instruction that if Garrett had drunk all that was there then it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world)
Logan nodded once his skin the colour of milk, sliding out the car and onto the step watching as Garrett fumbled with the keys to the door. He slid inside dumping his bag and sitting on the very same couch that this morning they had woken up on watching him intently.
"Ok…" he said finally watching him with those wide blue eyes "Ok…let's talk"
Garrett opened his mouth. Come hell or high water this was coming out now.
And he prayed the fallout wouldn't be as magnificent and horrifying as he always believed it would be.
Next Chapter-The Long awaited talk and the long awaited slash smut
