No Fun
by simplyme26
An abrupt ring echoed in the hollow space of Julian's car. The actor cast a brief side glance at the passenger's seat, where his iPhone unmistakably flashed his particular blonde's name. Waiting a minute to pick it up just to spite the impatient blonde, Julian quickly grabbed the phone and hit answer, eyes fixed on the road.
"Hello?" Julian grinned, hoping his attempt at innocence masked his amusement.
"You waited to pick up the phone, didn't you?"
"Whatever are you talking about?"
"Shut up, Jules. I know you." Julian smiled, practically hearing the playful smirk on the pianist's face. "Just wanted to know if you were on your way here."
"Can't wait to christen the new apartment, can you?"
A soft laugh. "..Something like that."
Julian scoffed. "A surprise, huh? I do like surprises. Although by telling me there's a surprise, you realize that it's not a surprise anymore?"
"We'll see. Just get your sweet ass here, Larson."
"Mustn't keep Your Highness waiting."
Logan laughed, making Julian's heart burst. "Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you don't get a ticket this time, okay Princess? The press is still buzzed about you being gay, and having the Senator's son as your boyfriend. No need to add juvenile delinquent to that list."
Julian internally rolled his eyes. "Like you care what the press says."
He could hear a snort on the other side. "Just- hurry, alright?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way." Julian told him absently, eyes scanning the road for any oncoming vehicles. When he was sure he was safe, he turned right.
"Okay.. Love you."
Julian nearly stomped on the brakes. Sure, they'd exchanged their fair sets of 'I love you's but never on the phone. Logan had just sounded so casual, like it was a daily utterance, that it startled Julian. The actor could sense the apprehension on the other end and it made his heart flutter. "I love you too, Lo." As much as Julian loved hearing those from Logan, he noted that a romantic Logan while he was driving could become harmful.
Julian swore he heard a sigh of relief. "Right. Bye."
He smiled. "Bye."
"Lo? It's me. Open up." Julian called, waiting impatiently in the hallway. He had been spotted by paparazzi entering the building, where the guards were thankfully successful in warding them off. The actor wanted to escape the public's eye as soon as possible, so he fidgeted nervously in front of Logan's apartment's front door, praying that a fan didn't happen to pass by this very hall at that very moment. He loved his fans, he really did, but tonight was his night with Logan.
"It's open!" Of course it was.
Julian hastily scrambled inside, locking the door behind him. He sighed in relief at the pressure lifted off his chest before noting that it was really dark inside. Furrowing his brows, Julian fumbled for a light switch. "Logan? Where the hell are you?"
And then he felt large hands take his and then those soft lips.. Julian gasped in surprise before being silenced.
Logan smirked through the kiss, satisfied at the response. "It's been too fucking long."
Julian hummed in agreement, hands flying to Logan's- was that a dress shirt? Whatever it was, it was coming off.
"Calm down, Jules. Save that libido for later." Logan guided the actor's hands away from his still intact clothing, detaching their lips and sounding positively amused.
Although a bit resentful for having been held back, Julian scoffed playfully, arms crossing defiantly over his chest. "Like you don't want it."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Not the point, Princess. Now come on." He tugged the skeptical brunette towards the living room, where a direct view of the balcony could be seen. "It's not really a surprise. I mean, it's just dinner." He shrugged. "Nothing special." But the concealed smile on the singer's lips suggested that it was very special.
Julian's eyes softened at the sight. "Oh, Lo.."
A dinner for two was prepared right there on the fifth-floor terrace, where a breath-taking glimpse of New York graced them. The moonlight shone immaculately on the table, giving the lone slender candle placed at the table's center a hypnotizing glow. A mouthwatering meal was already waiting for them, as a soft melody gracefully echoed in the silence.
After drinking in the sight, Julian turned to the wonderful, wonderful boy behind him, mouth still agape and eyes burning with suppressed tears. The actor choked out a laugh, and threw his arms around the tall blonde, lips crashing together.
"What's all this for?" He asked with a disbelieving smile, arms still wrapped tightly around the tall boy's neck.
Logan shrugged noncommittally, lips stretching to a self-satisfied grin. "You need a break. And I missed you like fuck." Logan grabbed Julian and placed a chaste, yet hungry kiss on his lips, quickly tearing away before he lost control. "Come on, before the food goes cold."
When Julian saw the mass of the food, he was absolutely stunned. "You cooked? All that?" He inquired, flailing towards the bowls and plates of food that looked enough for the Brady Bunch.
"Yeah. So you better like it."
"Logan." Julian deadpanned, gaining the blonde's full attention. "You hate cooking."
"I did say this was a surprise." Logan smirked, pulling out Julian's chair and gesturing for him to sit.
Julain gaped. "What the hell has New York done to you?"
"What, you don't like it?"
The brunette eyed Logan skeptically. "..I didn't say that." He smiled coyly, taking the seat offered to him.
Logan smirked, pleased, before rushing to the chair opposite Julian.
"So," The actor exhaled a long sigh, an appreciative smile slipping on his lips. "What now?"
Logan smiled back, a genuine smile. "Now, we eat."
"I now know why you hate cooking." Julian declared, dubbing himself officially done eating for the night. The main course was enough to send him way off his calorie-limited diet. Having dessert would just not help. Although he did have a different dessert in mind, one that would certainly burn off this meal..
Logan raised a questioning brow in response, also finished eating.
"No one will stop pestering you when they find out how unnaturally good your cooking is."
Logan snorted, slightly surprised at the compliment, and spoke in a humble tone. "I just followed the recipe."
"Apparently you're very good at that." Julian smiled, pleased that the blonde's usual fatheadedness was absent that evening.
Logan smiled back, indulging in the strange amount of compliments Julian was giving him.
"So," The actor exhaled a long-suffering sigh before looking the blonde opposite him straight in the eyes, devoid of emotion. "You gonna to tell me what this is really for?"
Logan figured this was gonna come up. Burying a hand in his front pocket, he fished out a lone key and tossed it weakly across the small circular table, well-hidden anxiety lying behind a smug smirk.
Julian eyed it warily, heart racing at the probable thought of what door this key opened. With one elegant move, he slid it between his forefinger and thumb and lifted it up. He showed it to the blonde and let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Is this..?"
The amusement in Logan's smirk was evident now. "It's a spare to the apartment."
Julian narrowed his eyes, confused. "I don't get it. Are you giving me this because-"
"I want you to move in."
Julian's mouth fell open, resembling an 'O'. His eyes were wide and unblinking.
"As soon as possible."
Julian nodded slowly, as if still in the process of comprehending. "I mean, I knew this was gonna come, just not so soon."
"Your house is a half an hour ride from here. Many, more productive things can be done within thirty minutes if you lived here."
Julian smiled playfully, already forming an answer in his head. "So you want me to live here so we can have more sex?"
"Well, it's certainly not because I'd miss you or anything." Logan grinned in a rare display of amusement.
Julian ran his tongue across a row of teeth. He narrowed his eyes, watching Logan for any signs of hesitation or uneasiness. Fortunately, he found none. "You've thought a lot about this?"
The blonde smiled.
Letting this all sink in, the actor leaned back in his chair. "So I'm basically going to call this home, and I'm going to bed with you and wake up with you and eat breakfast with you and we're going to talk about each other's day and all that couples crap."
Logan glared harmlessly. "When you say it, it doesn't sound as fun."
"Maybe because it's not."
Logan narrowed his eyes, at the challenging glint in his boyfriend's brown eyes- the only set of eyes that held the power to reduce him to a domesticated dog. He placed heavy arms on the table, leaning in towards the smug-looking actor, and whispered in a low, gruff voice. "You wanna not have fun with me, Julian Larson-Armstrong?"
Julian smirked. "It'd be my pleasure, Logan Wright III."
