A/N
Sorry I've been late so I hope this makes up for it.
Carlos POV
I downed, what my thirteenth, my 13th fucking shot and slam the tiny glass down on the table.
I'm just so fucking happy. Well, okay not as much as most people would be, but hell, I'm just sick of dealing with this court shit. I'll be more careful next time.
But, now, I'm getting wasted off my ass. I've had everything from vodka to tequila, to whiskey. And beer. I don't care I'm only 18, or for the fact a couple of people I brought in here are, I fucking own this bar.
I down another shot and watch the guy across from me tip over in his chair.
I stand up, throw my arms up and yell with happiness, before I fall to the table, my head slamming forward as I let out a few loud snores.
Logan's POV
I sit in a small booth with cracked, plastic seats that have the stuffing coming out in one corner. I was nursing a small beer that Carlos had pushed into my hands, taking tiny sips from it every now and then. It wasn't cold anymore, so I really didn't bother with it, besides I'm not a a big fan of alcohol.
I turn and watch as Carlos drags people to a table in the middle of the bar, handing everyone small glasses. They were all downing some type of brown liquid at once.
I had no clue what they were doing.
I turn and face the other side of the booth again when someone slowly slides in across from me.
"Hey, Myranda."
She smiled and took a sip of her water, before setting it down. I noticed her belly was a bit bigger than last time, and she set her hands on top of it.
"Hey, Logan. How are things?"
"Okay, I guess." I slide the almost-full beer glass back and forth on the table and I watch the gold-colored liquid swirl around.
"Okay? Just, okay? Is something the matter?"
I look up at her and shake my head.
"No. Just...same old, same old." I sigh and place my head on my hand. Myranda looks at me seriously.
"Are you getting bored with Carlos?"
I sit up immediatley.
"What? No, no, god, I love him. I wouldn't get bored ever with him, he's amazing!" Myranda's features soften a little.
"Good. He gave you everything, and if you just left him..." She trails off and shakes her head.
"Well, I guess I would deserve it." I chuckle. She laughs with me and pulls her hair out of its messy bun.
"Trust me, I don't care if I'm pregnant or not, I wouldn't hesistate to kick your ass. He proposed, remember that." She shakes her head as she takes a sip of water. I chuckle again and look down at my big, beautiful, diamond ring.
"How could I forget?" I sigh and tap my fingers against the table.
"So, how are you?"
"Doing good. I'm about to start my third month." She rubs her belly and smiles.
"That's great! I'm so happy for you." I smile and she giggles. Woah,wait, Myranda giggled? That's new.
"Thanks. I've also signed up for an archery class, so I don't sit around all day."
"Nice, nice. Sounds fun."
"You should come over, hang out. I'll let you shoot a few arrows."
"Sounds great." i hear a slam and turn to see Carlos, passed out, forward on the table. I sigh and stand up, handing my glass of beer to Myranda, who hands it to some stranger who walks pass.
"Well, I should get him home. Night." I plant a kiss on Myranda's forehead and turn, walking over to the table. I slide my arms under Carlos's and gently try and lift him.
I almost fall back, but I balance myself and then I strain to hold Carlos. He may look small, but muscle weighs a ton, and he has A LOT.I gently drag him, nodding at everyone who moves out of the way for me. Kendall comes out of nowhere and lifts Carlos's legs, smirking at me as we carry him to the car. He winks at James, who holds the door open for us, holding onto his crutch still.
"He can hold his liquor, but its the shots that get him down."
"Shots?" I look at Kendall weird as he pushes Carlos into the car. He chuckles and looks at me.
"You don't know what shots are?" i shake my head and he laughs again.
"They were those little glasses everyone was drinking out of."
"Ohhhhh..." I say. Kendall chuckles and pats my shoulder as he wlaks back to the bar.
"Take goood care of him tonight, Logie." I look at him weirdly before climbing into the car and driving us home. It takes me a few minutes to get Carlos out of the car and upstairs after that. I throw him down on the bed and strip him so he's more comfortable. I try to ignore the way the sweat gently glistens on his skin and the fact he has a boner. I groan and turn away from the snoring latino, yanking off my own clothes. I strip and carry all our clothes to a hamper. Yeah, Carlos is a gangsta, but come one, hygiene? Gonna need it.
I walk back and lie down in bed, charging my phone and getitng ready to go to bed, when Carlos rolls over and presses himself close to me. I groan when I feel his boner press into my back and then he gently starts humping.
I REALLY don't want to tonight. I tried ignoring it when suddenly I remebered what Kendall said. I smirked evilly and grabbed Carlos from behind, rolling us around until I'm on top. I strip Carlos and he's still sleeping, just fluttering his eyes once in a while.
Perfect.
I slowly grab the waistband of his boxers and yank them down his legs, sliding my fingers into my mouth afterwards. I take them out when thier wet enough and push them into Carlos's hole. He squirms and shakes his head slowly in his sleep, mumbling a little. But he's so durnk he won't wake up.
After stretching him enough I take my own boxers off and grab my already leaking cock, sliding it inside of his hole.I whimper when he squeezes me and Carlos groans gently in his sleep. I began slowly, pounding, then I'm going out of control and roughly pounding his insides. He squirms and writhes around in his sleep, moaning a few times when I pumped his cock. My cock is being squeezed tightly by his warm tighness, and I feel myself coming closer to my orgasm.
I pump Carlos in his sleep, and he's groaning, writhing, and then he releases weakly into my hand with a low moan. I push myself deep inside and then release with his name rolling off my tongue in a moan. I yank myself out of his, now slick and wet, hole. I roll over and lie still, letting out heavy breaths as I fall asleep.
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The next morning, I woke up before Carlos did, thank god. I yanked on a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts before walking downstairs, still rubbing the remant of sleep in my eyes, stretching and popping all over as I turn the stove on and set to cooking eggs and bacon. I hear the front door open and I turn to see Kendall and James walking into the kitchen. James sits down immediatley at the table and smiles at me.
"Hey, whatcha cooking?
"Smells good,don't it?" Kendall chuckles.
"Bacon and eggs. I'm sort of hungry." I chuckle and turn back to the stove, when I hear Kendall chuckle.
"So, did you take my advice last night?"
I nod and Kendall slaps the counter as he bursts in a huge fit of laughter. James looks between us like we're crazy.
"You'll see what we're talking about in a few minutes."
"How?" He arches an eyebrow. I turn and stare at the ceiling when I hear Carlos moving around.
"LOGAN!"
Carlos's POV
I woke up with my head pounding. I groaned and grabbed my head, smiling a little when I smell bacon and eggs downstairs.
How lucky am I? I have an adorable, little brunette vixen who is downstairs, being my little bitch-
I sit up and groan, realiziing I'm naked, and my lower torso hurts. Hell, what happened last night? I sit up agaiin and hiss a little in pain. I notice I woke up with my legs...spread? I glance down and see white,dried ropes splattered across my thighs. I fisted my sheets in anger a little.
"LOGAN!"
Logan's POV
"Shit," I chuckle, taking the pans off the stove and setitng them on a potholder on the counters," He's gonna kill me."
"Possibly." James mumbles, leaning over so he can look out the kitchen archway. We all hear Carlos stomp down the steps, extremley fast, then he's in the kitchen. His death glare is scary and at the same time, hilarious. I move behind Kendall and laugh nervously. I notice Carlos's eyes are almost black, and he marched downstairs so fast he forgot clothes, because he's completely naked.
"Carlos, Carlos, baby...think, t-think about it." I mutter, hiding behind Kendall, who's laughing so hard he's snorting. Carlos squints at me for a moment before he's runnign towards me. I shriek and run round the kitchen, trying to stay away form Carlos. He growls and jumps over the kitchen island.
"Logan! You-You-god- i'm gonna rip apart!" he screeches.
"Run, Logan, he really means it!" James bursts into a fit of laughter as Carlos lands in a cat pounce and I take off, throwing open the sliding door to the backyard, where I take off, slipping around in the wet grass. I feel Carlos behind me, grasping at my T-shirt. It takes one slip and he grabs me, ripping open my T-shirt and throwing me down on the lawn. I gasp and sit there, shaking a little as I hold my hands up in surrender.
"Carlos? Carlos, b-baby i-i- you know I didnt mean it-I-I was drunk!"
Carlos shakes his head, and he's so calm it's terrifiying.
"You don't drink, Logie."
I feel tears behind my eyes and I try and hold them back as Carlos bends over and picks me up, forcing me to stand up before he lets me fall back down. I scoot backwards but Carlos grabs me and pulls me back. He's in my face, staring down at me before he begins laughing.
"W-what? WHAT?" I push him away and scowl at him.
"WHAT? WHAT WAS THAT!" I crawl on top of him and push him back to the ground as he bursts into laughter.
"Have you learned your lesson?" He chuckles.
"YOU SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!" His face goes a little serious.
"Ooooh..." He runs a thumb over my lips," Baby, so naughty, with those bad words. Say them again."
I slap his hand away and stand up, but then I'm yanked back down.
"You never answered me. Have. You. Learned. Your. Lesson?"
"Yes, yes, i have, whatever." I roll my eyes and spot James and Kendall laughing from the back deck. I scowl at them, then I'm suddenly flipped and Carlos is on top of me while I'm eating the grass.
"Carlos!"
"I don't think you have." He whispers huskily in my ear. I shiver and suddenly realize that Carlos is, once again, hard. And it's pressing against my ass.
"Carlos-wait-"
I feel Carlos's hands roam over my ass, then he spanks me. I squeak and then-
RIPPP...
I squeal when Carlos rips my boxers in half, and then his hands go under my hips, lifting my ass into the presses my face into the ground.
"Carlos! Please! I've learned!"
"Mmm, but this is is your punishment."
He plunges in.
Carlos's POV
After I was done with Logan, I stood up and chuckled, looking down at him. He was dazed, still coming dowm fron his high.
His thighs and back were splattered with my cum and I'm sure the grass underneath him didn't look that good either. I chuckled and turned to see Kendall and James standing at the back deck. They were laughing, well Kendall was, and James was a little shocked.
"Hey, go jerk off somewhere else!" I screamed at them as I scooped Logan up and chuckled at his still dazed look.
"Uh...uhhh..." He mumbled. I chuckled and kissed his bare chest.
"Yeah, I'm just that good." I muttered as I walked us back inside, because a hot shower sounds good right about now.
Third Person POV
"He's here."
He pressed his finger down on the phones button, so hard he heard it crack a little.
"Whatever, get his ass in here."
The door opened a few moments later and a fairly big male with brown, gelled hair stepped in. His hair looked sort of like Logan's, but possibly shorter. He didn't care right now.
Though, he wondered, was Logan's hair soft?...He'd shave it all off if it was.
He turned and stood, walking towards the male.
"Joey."
The male nodded.
"You got the information i needed?"
He nodded again, his little black eyes gazing around the room.
"You got the money?" He nodded and handed the male named Joey a small manilla envelope. Joey passed him a slightly bigger, and much thicker manilla envelope in return as he opened the envelope.
"What? What the fuck, man! This isn't all the money you promised me!" Joey turns back around, grabbing the first thing he found, which was a vase. He lobbed it, but the taller male was quicker as he dodged it and smashed a lmap close by into the male named Joey's head. Joey slid to the floor with a groan and sat up a moment later. His hand was grasping his head and he was shaking as blood trailed out of it.
"W-what the hell, man? W-what is this? Come on, I gave you what you needed!" He's grasped from behind and held down by two larger men. Their both tall, and frightening. Much bigger than he was. He turned back as the other male reached up and yanked off his...hair?
His eyes bugged and he gasped as the black wig was dropped and he turned around.
"d-Da-b-but i thought you died!"
"That I died? No, not by that disgusting spick(1) who says he's 'tough.'"
The shorter brunette smooths his hair back as he dumps the manilla envelope on his desk.
Pictures of Logan outside the court house, by the library, and outside with Carlos, the two fucking like wild animals into the grass earlier the same morning. He sneers a little and flips to the important things that he really needed.
His legal documents, faily records, hospital records. Anything that he needed form those few hairs that were yanked off his head in the court house's bathroom. He chuckles and turns back to Joey.
"L-look man...I know what you-you're thinking, but this is crazy!"
"No, no it's not. Garcia deserves to pay for what he's done."
"then why not just kill him-oh!" His arm that was holding close his wound is yanked back and gun is pressed to his throat by the shorter, but obviously more dominant male, who cocks it as he turns to leave.
"Because, he deserves to suffer. And this time, nothing will go wrong."
A/n
ending...sucked...meh...
who is it? figure out next time!
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