Your Cold Eyes by Ambarlost
Belongs to CP Coulter and all that. Except for Zachary. He's all mine.
Chapter 4
"This is such a bad idea, Zachary."
"Not at all! That's absurd! Why ever would you say that?"
"I don't know, maybe because Logan completely…" Julian's voice trailed off as he realised that finishing his sentence probably would have been kind of insulting. Zachary had no such qualms.
"Hates me? Avoids me? Thinks I'm a brainless ass?" Zachary's face lit up with a lighthearted enjoyment as he started listing off the ways Logan disliked him. "Wants to shoot me every time he sees me hugging you? Has a dream where he will one day be able to say, 'Just stay the fuck away,' and slam the door in my face? Almost threw me out of Stuart House the other day when I asked him what he would rate you on a scale of one to ten?"
"Oh my god, you actually asked him that?"
"Mmhm." Zachary dropped his voice lower. "He practically strangled me when he accidentally said 'Something pretty damn high' before realising he'd actually said that out loud to me."
Julian stopped walking and threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "Why are you having so much fun with this?"
Zachary caught one of his hands, swinging it between them like a kid, but still tugging him along down the sidewalk. "I don't know. It amuses me. He hates me so much, but he hasn't even figured out why."
"If that's so, then why are you insisting on attending this Warbler performance?"
Zachary threw Julian a wink over his shoulder. "I'm checking out my competition."
"You've been visiting every weekend for two months now! I think you've seen him enough at this point." Zachary didn't respond at first. Julian just sighed, resigning himself to this completely bad idea, but Zachary suddenly spoke up.
"I thought maybe if he- Never mind. Just humour me on this one, Larson."
It was packed, as usual, like everybody at Dalton had heard about it and texted all of their friends before rushing over immediately. Granted that was how Julian had found out, but seriously, when the Warblers called it an "impromptu" performance, it should be actually impromptu. There was no way word hadn't gotten out on purpose.
Unfortunately, Zachary and he were too late. As they slipped into the large, airy room, Logan was holding out the last note of his song, his voice soaring above the already clapping and cheering students. There were no traces of his constant arrogance, just pure emotion layering his voice with enough beauty to send chills racing through Julian, even with just one note.
It was damn gorgeous and none of it was for him.
For a second, Julian wanted to push off of the wall he leaned against, race upstairs, lock the door behind him, and just escape the sound of that voice, but he knew all too well that it would haunt him for many days yet, even in his sleep.
Zachary cocked his head to the side a little from where he stood by Julian's side. "I don't know if I can beat this," he said, his voice barely registering.
"Yeah. But I wish you could." I wish someone else could take his place. I wish I wouldn't lose myself because of him. I wish I could get out of here.
Zachary's gaze slid to him, a strange expression on his face. "That's a dangerous thing to say, Larson."
Julian spun away, avoiding his eyes. "At this point? I really don't care."
Zachary took a step closer, leaving less than an inch between them. "Somehow, I doubt you mean that."
"Try me."
"I will." The words, softly spoken in his ear, somehow didn't surprise him. The kiss did.
It was a barely-there brush of Zachary's lips on his, but the second of contact left him frozen in disbelief.
Zachary instantly pulled away, his voice cracking and shaky when he spoke. "Fuck... I'm so, so sorry, Larson. I just- I kind of- I went a little crazy- You're just kind of beautiful, you know that?"
Julian felt to urge to break out into hysterical laughter rising up in him, but instead reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him forwards and pressing every inch of his body against Zachary's. While the first kiss had probably been the most chaste kiss Julian had ever had in is life, this was nothing like it. Julian's grip pulled Zachary down to him until the taller boy was forced to wrap his arms even more tightly around Julian's waist, just to keep standing. Their lips moved together with a fierce intensity that drove all hesitation from Julian as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensations of heat and pleasure. Hands slid up and down each other, always staying outside or at the very edges of clothing, but always with enough pressure to make sure that it all felt so damn good.
I'm making out with Zachary Lancaster in public. In the same room as Logan Wright. The thought popped into Julian's head, but he pushed it away. Fuck Logan. What's wrong with being happy for once?
Zachary's fingers trailed down Julian's throat, his lips following after, biting and licking, leaving red marks scattered across the smooth, tan skin. A buzzing filtered through Julian's haze and he slipped his hand into Zachary's pocket to pull out the interrupting cell phone.
"Yes? No, this is a friend of Zachary," he managed to say, barely hearing what the other person on the phone was saying. "Sorry, he's a bit-" He stifled a groan as Zachary growled at the divided attention and nipped particularly hard at his collarbone, pushing away the collar of his Dalton shirt with eager hands. "-busy at the moment. I'll, uh, ask him to call back."
"Your agent needs you back in L.A., like, now," Julian muttered, doing his best to keep his voice from wavering.
Zachary finally tore himself away, but kept his arms around Julian, his eyes dazed. "You're kidding me, right?"
Julian reached up, clasping his hands behind Zachary's neck, his mouth curling up into a catty grin. "Nope. Get going, Zachary."
Zachary closed his eyes slowly, shaking his head. "God, Julian... Can I come back?"
"Preferably as soon as possible."
"Promise." He bent in for one last kiss, but Julian pushed him away with a hand on his chest after just a couple of seconds.
"If you stay any longer, we're going to end up in my bedroom. Save that for when you come back."
"That's all I'm going to be thinking about until then."
Julian shoved him lightly again. "Go."
"I'm going, I'm going." He finally walked away, looking back one final time to glance at Julian, as if he couldn't believe what just happened.
Julian couldn't actually believe it either. I just made out with Zachary. I just made out with a really hot guy. Whoa.
Hey. Let's be fair. You'd be thinking it too, if you were he.
"Have fun?" A voice radiating fury finally tore through his post-snog mental celebration.
Fuck.
He turned around slowly, his eyes meeting icy, sparking green ones.
"Hey, Logan."
Logan didn't answer, just staring at him with a cold disbelief.
"Were you seriously watching us?"
He still didn't answer, just grabbed Julian's wrist tightly, wrenching him along as he stalked towards his room with a rapid, clipped stride.
"That hurts, asshole," Julian spat at him, some part of his mind distantly noting a faint tremble in Logan's hand. Surprisingly, Logan loosened up his hold. Barely.
"Come on, Logan, talk to me. Can we not have this end up like our last little discussion?"
Logan had made good on his threat to confront Julian after that first meeting with Zachary. Although Julian had sworn up and down that he was just friends with Zachary (then) and managed to avoid telling Logan he was bi, it had ended with one of their loudest arguments ever, and that was saying something. Logan had spent the next few days completely numb and dead to the world with his anger medication.
Logan just ignored the barbed remark, though, pushing his door open so violently that it rebounded with a loud "BANG" and left a dent in the wall. Practically throwing Julian at the bed, he finally spoke.
"Just friends, my ass. What the hell was that?" His voice was rough with a barely restrained rage and the lack of trust in his eyes tore at Julian's heart, but he just sat up straighter, schooling his features into a vindictive smirk.
"It's called 'making out,' Logan. Wait, don't tell me- You've never done it before? You should try it sometime. Might let some of your, ah, frustration out." His voice was delicately tinged with all kinds of insinuations and he saw a fire immediately blaze up in Logan's eyes.
"Don't push me, Julian."
Julian shot up off of the bed, finally dropping his attitude. "I'll do whatever the hell I want and there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me!" His voice shook with an anger to match Logan's, shocking both of them.
Logan suddenly deflated, slumping back against the wall. "You could at least have told me you were gay."
"I'm not. I'm bi. Big fucking deal." He turned away from Logan to look out the window, desperately struggling to keep tears from his eyes.
"It matters to me."
"It doesn't to me."
"Fine. Whatever," Logan said flatly from behind him. "Just go."
"Oh, so we're done here now?"
"Get out," Logan hissed, his face showing the betrayal he felt.
"Whatever you say, darling." Julian pushed his way past Logan to walk out of the room.
Damn. Just… Dammit.
(A/N: Yeah. I just had my OC snog Julian Larson. Don't kill me, please. I swear on my drawing hand that I have a reason for it. Also... *keysmash* The Kiss was absurdly hard to write, because I skipped ahead and wrote the big Logan/Julian scene already and am all out of inspiration for that kind of thing. Note to self: Writing that in class is so, so awkward. I'M SORRY ABOUT THIS CHAPTER. IT'S A COMPLETE MESS. On the bright side, I actually like the Logan/Julian scene, now, and the morning after. If I've posted that by the time you're reading this, you should just skip ahead to it, haha. And yes, I just spoiled my own fic, but frankly, you should already be assuming that Logan and Julian are going to hook up eventually. This is a Jogan fic, for Eru's sake. Anyways, this A/N is already way too long. So, reviews, yes? They make posting this awful thing worth it. I can't believe people are actually even reading it.)
