"I said no."
"Please James take me back, I'll do anything, just tell me what I did wrong."
"Seriously? You messed with the forces of nature Logan and you're obsessively clingy and possessive."
"You know I have trust issues."
"Then why didn't you trust me?"
"I love you I was afraid that you would have left me for someone better."
"You're an idiot; you should have known I would have never left you."
"Then take me back."
"No, move on Logan get it through that thick skull of yours and into your brain, I don't want to be with you anymore."
"Didn't our love mean anything to you?"
"You should have thought of that before you tried to lock me in your room for a week."
"I panicked!"
"Move. On. Logan."
"Please James; I'll change, just take me back please."
"Goodbye."
"No! James! Don't! I love you!"
James pulled his phone away from his ear and disconnected the call.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a dark blue ceiling. Slowly sitting up he felt something fall from his forehead and onto his lap he picked it up to feel it slightly wet and placed it on his side. He rubbed his arms when he shivered and looked down to see he was underneath a blanket, picking it up he placed it over him and looked around the room he was in. The walls were dark blue with black furniture and a closet, it had a slightly opened window with dark blue curtains matching the walls and another door guessing it was a bathroom.
James groaned and rubbed his head, he felt so tired and sleepy he tried to remember the last thing he did, but he came up blank. He did remember he was going to have pancakes for night breakfast however he had a feeling by the way his stomach was growling a bit.
"You're awake," he turned to see Logan holding a tray with a bowl, a cup of apple juice, and a rose. "I figured you would be hungry, so I made chicken noodle soup."
He walked to him and laid the tray above him, "you scared the living crap out of me when you fainted."
"I fainted?" he asked surprised.
He nodded, "yeah you did and you also had-oh crap, I almost forgot don't eat your soup yet."
James watched the brunette with a curious expression as he ran to the bathroom and came out with a thermometer, "open your mouth and lift your tongue," he instructed.
He did as he was told and closed his mouth when the thermometer was placed in his mouth, he waited a minute or two before he took it out and read it, he sighed in relief, "your temperature lowered, that's a good sign."
"Temperature?"
"You had a fever after you fainted," he explained.
He rubbed his forehead, "to tell you the truth I don't really remember what happened. I came downstairs after I got dressed and nothing."
"How do you feel?"
"Tired and hungry," he went back down to his soup and began to eat it.
"After you're done I'll give you medicine and you can go back to sleep on my bed."
He coughed after he drank his juice, "I'm in your room?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," he blushed and quickly went back to his soup.
The brunette didn't know that he had would sometimes have wet dreams with him, they would both be naked in bed holding each other in their arms. Logan's sweaty body would hover over his thrusting into him giving him the most intense-he quickly pushed the image to the back of his mind not wanting to develop a hard on while Logan was next to him.
James finished most of his soup, when he declared he was partially full, James was able to steal the rose before Logan took the tray and left the room. He lifted the rose to his nose and smelled it bringing a smile to his face. He is so sweet.
Logan chuckled when he found the rose gone from his tray as he walked down the stairs and placed it next to the sink. Quickly cleaning up, he got James's medicine, a spoon, and a glass of water before he went back up the stairs.
James heard footsteps and quickly hid the rose beneath his blanket making sure it won't get smashed by his leg and turned to see with a bottle of medicine and water. The brunette sat on the edge of the bed and opened the bottle and poured medicine into the spoon, before he turned to him. James opened his mouth and took his medicine, his face scrunched in disgust at the taste making Logan chuckle as he quickly took the water from his hand when he offered it and drank most of it in two gulps.
Logan took the cup back and placed it on his nightstand, "I'll leave it here in case you get thirsty later; you have to drink a lot of fluids so you could get better."
He placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back until he was on his back and lifted the covers over him again tucking him in. Before he could move away, James quickly grabbed his wrist and looked down at him.
"Could y-you lay with me?" he asked sheepishly with a blush, "only for a little while."
Logan gave him a smile and kicked off his shoes, making sure he hid the rose, James moved a bit to make room for him. The brunette went underneath the blanket and comforted himself before James moved forward a bit until Logan placed an arm around his waist and pulled him until he was against his chest.
James sighed in content and closed his eyes, he smiled when he felt a soft touch on his forehead and heard a soft 'sweet dreams' before he went to sleep.
Logan held him close savoring the moment, until he had to get out in the next few hours to deal with a client whose relative died and had to make sure James was nowhere to be seen. He hoped the sleeping powder he placed in his soup and the affects of the medicine will make him sleep for the entire day until night time or close to sunset, by the time he would be done with his business.
Satisfied with his idea he kissed James's forehead again before he closed his eyes for a small nap.
"Get out!"
"James please; listen."
"Get your fucking ass off of my property before I call the cops!"
"I won't leave until we-,"
"James!"The door opened to reveal a blonde with green eyes with bushy eyebrows that suddenly furrowed in anger when he saw the brunette. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
He glared at him, "this is none of your concern this is between me and James."
"The fuck it is my concern especially when it has to deal with my best friend and his psychotic ex-boyfriend." He fisted his hands prepared if he needed to defend himself.
James felt he was being pulled back and looked over his shoulder to see a concerned latino with a phone in his hand ready to dial for help.
They both heard a few crash noises and turned to see the blonde on the floor rubbing his head with a sneer toward an opened window.
The blonde got to his feet with the help of the latino and turned to James, "you had to pick a guy who can do gymnastics."
He glared at him and flipped him his middle finger before he turned and left the room.
James woke up the sounds of birds chirping outside, for a moment he was a bit freaked out why he didn't wake up in the complete darkness of his coffin until he remembered last night's events and calmed down. He felt the bed empty and turned to see the brunette was missing, he sat up and yawned before he smelled something fresh and realized that the window was still open. His eyes widened a bit when he realized there was still sunlight and quickly got off the bed and walked toward the window. Placing his hand on the glass he felt his skin warm at the contact and placed his other hand on the other window and pushed it wide open, feeling the air brush his skin making his hair move. He gaped at the sight before him, the sun was setting on the horizon, just past the trees, the lake was reflecting the orange color from the sky taking his breath away; a small noise caught his attention and turned. He smiled when he saw a bird taking care of her young by grooming them with her beak; he turned back to the view and took a deep breath taking in the fresh air relaxing him.
James never seen the sun before since he mostly awake at night and slept during the day, it felt good to have the sun's warm rays and cool breeze touch his skin. "James!"
He turned around to see the brunette jog to him and pulled him away from the window. He frowned when Logan shut the windows and closed the curtains making the room dark again, almost like being in his coffin again.
"Can we go outside?" James asked. The brunette turned to him, James felt him take an involuntary step back, when he saw Logan's expression. His eyes were narrowed, into slits toward him, his brows furrowed as if he was angry at him, his shoulders were tensed and his arms were shaking slightly, clutching the curtains his fists were nearly white. He looked furious, almost manic, "later in the balcony."
"I meant near the lake."
"No."
"W-why?" he swallowed trying to make the lump in his throat disappear.
"Because, you're still not feeling well."
"I'm fine."
The brunette seemed as if he wanted to say something, but he held back and saw his fingers twitch. He blinked and his expression softened a bit, he stopped shaking, but his fingers were still twitching and he was still tensed, "later, we'll go outside later, after you change, alright?"
He nodded. Logan let go of the curtain and walked toward him, James wanted to move away from him, but he was already engulfed in his arms in a hug.
"We'll go stargazing, alright?" He whispered in his ear, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
"That sounds nice."
The brunette kissed his cheek, "I'll see you later."
James didn't say anything as he left and closed the door behind him.
Logan walked downstairs until he reached the hallway and punched the wall. He slid to the ground and clenched his hair, he took deep breathes as he tried to calm himself. The brunette nearly lost it when James asked him to go outside; he didn't want him to remember, it's bad enough with his dreams were giving him clues. He had to make sure he keeps them dormant; medication is out, since James will become too curious and ask about them. Placing a hand above his chest he clenched his jaw to keep himself from screaming out in frustration, he couldn't lose James, not again, he couldn't handle the searing pain in his heart again; it will most likely kill him. He had to control himself so he wouldn't lash out and scare him away like last time.
Taking a few more breathes he stood up and walked toward the kitchen to prepare a small snack for James before the phone rang making him change his direction.
His hands trembled a little the entire time James changed from his dirty clothes to fresh ones. He contemplated whether he should pretend to be sick so he wouldn't go with him. Logan never acted so violent before, almost as if he wanted to lash out, but held back, the brunette seemed so kind and gentle, not…dangerous. He sighed before he left the room and went down stairs; he was surprised to see Logan with a black trench coat with a cell phone next to his ear.
"Yes chief, I'll be right there," he said before he hanged up his phone and placed it in his pocket.
The brunette turned, his eyes widened suddenly at seeing James on the bottom of the stairs. "James."
"What's going on?"
He walked toward him and placed a hand on his cheek, James felt his breathe hitch at the touch trying to control his urge to flinch and move away.
"I'm afraid we're going stargazing tomorrow night, James, I have a body I need to check the police found."
James gasped and tightened his hold, his previous feelings disappearing at his news. "I-I don't know what to say."
His lips thinned, "no one does, how about a nice movie when I come back from work."
He gave him a small smile, "does romantic comedy sound good?"
He kissed his cheek, "perfect, I'll see you later."
Logan turned around and grabbed his keys on the small hanger near the door before he gave a last glance and a small 'bye' before he opened and closed the door behind him and locking it.
James sighed and decided to go to the kitchen for a bite to eat, after making himself a grilled cheese, he decided to waste time going to the living room to watch tv.
Woof! Woof!
He stopped walking and turned around to see nothing.
Woof! Woof!
"Fox?" he said aloud.
He heard scratches and muffled barks, walking toward the noise he stopped in front of the door beneath the stairs.
His brows furrowed in confusion, Logan told him Fox was taken to the groomers after he played in the mud in the afternoon while he was asleep with fever. Twisting the knob he found out it was locked and bit his lip in thought, where would Logan keep his keys? He snapped his fingers and smiled, "I'll be right back Fox."
He heard another bark before he headed to the kitchen toward the supply closet. The brunette mentioned that if there was any type of emergency he kept extra food, medicine, keys, water, and other types of necessities. Once he opened the door his eyes scanned the room until he saw a wooden box, he took it and opened it to see a thick roll of cash, jewels, and keys. He quickly grabbed them and left the supply closet going back to where Fox was being held.
Six keys later he opened the door and saw the puppy walking out with his tail wagging. Bending down, he picked up the pup and scratched his head, "I wonder why Logan will lock you up?" he asked.
Fox barked at the opened door, he turned to it and gave it a scrutinized gaze. His eyes widened in realization and held the puppy tighter in his arms; it was the same door his bloody self went through. "Why?" he asked aloud.
The pup suddenly jumped out of his arms and walked toward the door and barked at him before entering inside. Biting his lower lip he nervously opened the door wider and looked inside to see wooden stairs descending into darkness, he took a deep breath before he took a step forward.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Author's note: I write my stories the way I want to, I don't care if you think it's crappy or boring. I put stories up because it's fun, I like the way I write them. So if you don't like it then go somewhere else and read something you think is interesting.
