"Boyfriend?!" James let the thought sink in. "I'm gay?"
"Um…you're bi," he answered, surprised at his random question.
"Oh," he gave the brunette another scrutinized gaze, at least he's cute. "Where am I?" he asked as he looked around and moving his hand away from Logan's.
The room was elegant, it had yellow orange walls, a beautiful chandelier, a dark brown coffin, bouquets of red and white roses, and-wait what? James's eyes widened when he saw a dark brown coffin next to another coffin, but this one was pitch black with gold handles. Looking around the room again, he saw more coffins all polished and neatly placed beside the walls in the room. He closed his eyes hoping that when he opens them he will be on a sofa or a bed instead of a-he opened his eyes hoping he wasn't inside a- his breathe hitched and felt his hands tightened on his sides, his nails digging into his skin. He was sitting inside a coffin, he is inside a coffin that is used for the dead to be buried underground.
Logan noticed his skin color fading from his face and was beginning to hyperventilate as he placed a hand on his chest. He quickly placed his arms underneath his legs and around his shoulders picking him up, James buried his face in his chest breathing heavily and his body started to tremble and clutched Logan's sweater vest. Lifting him from the coffin, the brunette adjusted his hold and started to walk out of the room.
James didn't know where he was going all he knew was that he wanted to be away from the coffins and go back to…wherever he's from.
Logan went through an opened door and sat on a dark green sofa, he situated James on his lap, his legs curled on his knees and his face still hiding in his chest. He began to gently rock back and forth and soothe the terrified male, "it's okay James, everything's alright."
He began to rub his back and placed his chin on top of his head, "Shh, shh, there's nothing to worry about, everything's alright. Everything is going to be alright; for now on."
James closed his eyes and felt his beating heart calm a bit; he relaxed being comforted by being in his boyfriend's arms and listening to his soft voice. "L-Logan."
"Yes James?"
"What happened?" he asked nervously. "Why can't I remember?"
He heard the young man sigh, "I wish I could tell you."
Furrowing his brows in confusion, he pulled back from the brunette's chest much to his discontent. "What do you mean?"
He watched Logan bite his bottom lip, making James wonder how they felt against his, he quickly pushed that thought for another time wanting to know his answer.
"You had an accident," he said with a quiet voice. James watched as his entire demeanor changed from being kind to depression in less than a second. His face instantly fell, his eyes darkened, shoulders tensed, and he clenched his jaw, James thought that a dark cloud was going to hover over him at any moment to shower his sorrows, "We had some trouble with your family and you fell, hitting your head."
Logan raised his hand gently brushing his fingers on James cheek before he moved to his bandaged temple. An emotion passed through his eyes, one that James wasn't able to identify before he suddenly got pulled to the brunette's chest again. "There was so much…" he shook his head, unable to finish his sentence. "I was so worried. I quickly brought you here to help you and you were asleep the whole time until today."
James felt hands on his shoulders and was pulled away from his chest then felt a hand on his hair brushing it lightly near his temple, his bandage. He didn't freak out when Logan placed his forehead on his, but he did feel his heart skip a beat at the action.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you the rest," he said softly. "I don't want to cause you any more stress that might delay or worsen your recovery."
He was so close; he could feel his breath above his mouth making him part his lips at the action and wondered what it felt like on his.
"I really want to kiss you," Logan said staring into his hazel eyes. James was surprised to see the emotion that held for him, almost like he loved him and was saying it silently to him through his brown chocolate orbs. "I don't know if I should, I don't want to scare you, since you basically don't know me anymore."
"I want to," James said moving a bit, so close their lips nearly brushing. "I want to know you…again and to kiss you to-,"
He was cut off by Logan's lips in a soft kiss. He closed his eyes and felt butterflies come to life in his stomach and his heart warm at Logan's soft lips. They pulled back when the need of air became too great and looked into each other's eyes again. Logan pecked his lips before he kissed him again. They did this multiple times pulling back for air before they kissed again. At first it was soft and slow, but then it started to get heated and desperate as they tried to get deeper when Logan's tongue was instantly in his mouth and they were fighting for dominance. James moved until he was straddling him and placed his arms around his neck while Logan placed his arms around his waist pulling him until their bodies were pressed against each other's. The brunette won their small fight and explored his mouth with vigor. James moaned when Logan twirled his tongue with his and licked a sensitive part in his mouth making him melt in his arms.
Logan fell back on the couch with James on top of him and lifted his shirt slightly. James shivered at the touch of the brunette's fingers on his skin gently caressing them. The brunette pulled back and started to pepper him with kisses on his jaw before moving to his neck, he kissed the skin before licking it and bit it emitting a moan from the boy on top.
After kissing his bruised skin, they moved their heads so their lips could connect again, but before they could James snapped his eyes shut and threw his head back, his hands in his hair as he screamed in pain.
Had to put his chapter up because I am going to be busy with a lot of hw now that it is almost Spring Break. Hope you like it and thank you for those who reviewed, favorited, and alerted this story, I will (hopefully) update soon.