Amsterdam, City of Acceptance I

Schiphol –the airport name- was full of passengers in all sorts. Logan still had been nervous and I caught him looking at my hand several times. It was adorable how shy he was. I didn't look at him when I gripped his hand, but I could imagine him blushing furiously. I took a look around, but the people that thought we were worth looking at didn't seem freaked out by two men holding hands. God, I loved this city already. We found our suitcases and walked to the exit.

We stepped out of the airport building. And it was raining. Another thing about the Netherlands. It rains a lot. It was cold, mid winter like in Minnesota, but there was absolutely no snow. Only wetness. Everywhere. It was here five o'clock in the morning, seven hours later than in the USA. Which means we were dead tired while all the people here would get up for their day in an hour.

I saw a taxi and waved to it. "Work your magic" I said to Logan. "Tell him we want to go to the city center"

He nodded and bend over a little so he could see the man sitting behind the steering wheel. "Hallo, meneer, wij willen graag naar het centrum" He said(1). I had troubles not laughing. It was so funny.

"Natuurlijk, stap in" Said the chauffeur(2). Logan nodded and opened the door for me. We got in.

The ride to the city was silent. It was awkward to talk when someone else was around and you didn't even know each other all that well. It'd been only a day and I already saw him as a friend. A good friend, add that. It felt so natural talking to him, like I was supposed to do that. I couldn't believe we'd lived in the same village for seventeen years and had never even seen each other. Let alone talked. I knew the reason of course, my dad would have killed me if I talked to a Mitchell and I guessed it was the same for him. I chuckled when I imagined Mr. Knight finding out his 'son' was travelling in Europe with the youngest son of his biggest rival.

We arrived in the center. I saw how tired Logan was and decided to search for a hotel first. Luckily the word 'hotel' was the same in almost every language and we found one quickly. Logan checked us in, but there was a problem. "They don't have a room left with two separate beds. Should I ask for two single rooms?"

"No, just do one with a double bed" The thought of sleeping in one bed with Logan was quite hot, even if when I knew nothing would happen. Yet, hopefully. He blushed, but did anyway. The woman behind the counter didn't seem to find it weird at all and gave us a keycard. We took our luggage and went upstairs. The room was big. It had a king size bed –I couldn't help but pout about that- against the back wall and a little living room like corner with a TV and couch. The main colors were green and cream. I figured we would be able to stay here for a little while.

"I'll sleep on the couch" Said Logan when he saw said object.

"If anything I'll sleep on the couch, but we can share the bed, right? It's freaking huge!"

He blushed again. "We can't just- you know… We-"

"I won't harass you in your sleep if that's what you're insinuating?" I raised an eyebrow. His face got a few shades of red darker. It was adorable.

"Alright" He mumbled. He grabbed clean boxers and a shirt and went to the bathroom to change for the night –morning. I shook my head and chuckled softly about his prudery. I got out of my clothes and slipped under the covers. I looked up when he came in again and bit my lip. He wasn't looking at me and went to his suitcase to put his clothes away. I swallowed a gasp when he bent over and the long shirt revealed his ass. The blue boxer briefs hugged it tightly. I quickly tore my eyes away from him to stare at the ceiling when he got up and turned to me. He got in bed too, lying down on the very edge, face away from me. "Good night" He whispered.

"G'night, Logan"

One of us~One of us

I woke up early the next morning and watched Logan sleep for a while. He was looking extremely cute. His hair was messed up and his mouth hang open a little, but he wasn't snoring, even though he was lying on his back. I was wondering how that was possible, everyone snored when lying on his or her back!

"Stop looking at me" He mumbled suddenly.

I flinched and quickly focused on the ceiling. "I wasn't"

He peeked one eye open and grinned when he saw me naively staring away from him. "I grew up with two older brother, Kendall. I know very well when someone is watching me sleep or doing whatever when I've my eyes closed. Call it ninja little brother skills" He smiled that lop sided grin again when I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He leaned on his elbows so he could look at me.

"That doesn't have to mean I was the one looking at you" I said childish. While I was very much aware of the closed curtains and the lack of people in the room.

"Than who was it? God? Please don't tell me you're actually religious. I mean, it's not that-"

"I'm not" I assured him. The thought of church made me shiver and I was glad I didn't have to go there anymore. I had no idea if someone like God existed, but I certainly there was someone guiding us. I just had no idea who and I had my doubts about all the stories about Jesus, so I declared myself unreligious.

"Good" He fell back on his pillow and stared at the ceiling. We lay in a comfortable silence for a while. "Creeper"

"I'm not! I wasn't looking at you while you were sleeping!"

"You so were!"

"Was not!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"YES! Just admit it!"

"Oh, now it's on" I grabbed my pillow and slammed it flat on his face. He was completely stunned, but he recovered quickly.

"I'm in" He said and pulled the sheets I was sitting on towards him, making me fall backwards of the bed with a loud thud. Logan laughed. I crawled up and let out a yell before attacking him with my pillow once again. Logan grabbed his and we started the pillow fight of the century. After one well placed pillow against the side of my head I surrendered and fell down on the messed up bed.

"Alright. You win"

"I know. I always win" He said, cocky grin on his face again.

"We'll see about that. I bet I can at least beat you at one thing" I said and sat up again. He was sitting cross legged against the head board of the bed with the pillow he'd been sleeping on in his lap. I had an idea again. Quite a good one.

"I'm in, once again. What do we bet about?"

"About where we're going next. Which city"

"Deal" He said immediately. He stared at me, challenging me to act. I grinned back and got closer to him, sitting next to him. He looked at me suspiciously and scooted away from me, I smirked again.

"Hey Logan" I started suggestively.

"What?" He asked uncertainly, getting away from me even further.

"Are you ticklish?"

His eyes widened, giving me my answer. "N-n-n-no" He lied. I came closer again and he swallowed thickly, sitting as still as possible.

"I want to prove that. Do you mind?"

"Go ahead" He whispered, gripping his pillow tightly.

"Oh, I will" I poked his side. He bit his lip and stared stubbronly away from me, but I felt his muscles tense up. I made feather light touches over his stomach and he let out a whimper that sounded surprisingly much like laughing. I began to use my second hand and saw his jaw trembling. He squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried not to make a sound, but failed miserably and burst out in laughing when I attack both of his sides. He tried to get away but I held him down. When he reached his arms up to push me away I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. He struggled and laughed, but didn't get enough air to actually put up a fight.

"Stop! Stop, please stop!" He squealed.

"Definitely not" I said and continued tickling him. I pushed him back on the bed and he curled up to prevent me from touching him. It didn't work. I tickled the underside of his foot which made him stretch his legs again, so I couldn't reach there. That gave me once again perfect options on his sides and stomach.

"Alright! I loose! You win the bed! Please, Kendall. Stop it!" He begged. I did and suddenly got very aware of the position we were in. He was lying on his back, staring up at me and I was practically all over him, very close to straddling him. His face was flushed and his eyes blown wide and all I could do was look at him. The light atmosphere from only moment ago had disappeared completely, making place for tension. Good tension. I had no idea how long it lasted, but I did know that I wanted nothing more than to lean down and plant my lips on his. I was thinking deeply about what to do and was finally at the point where I thought I should just do it, when he snapped out of it and grinned nervously at me. I smiled too and released his wrist so he could get up, while cursing myself a thousand times internally for not using this opportunity.

1. Hello sir, we would like to go to the city center.

2. Of course, get in.