New chapter! Some Kogan action goes on!
The Evil Man in Black
"I'm so confused. How do you know them? How did you find Logan? What exactly do you do?" James was hoarding Jo with questions she knew she had to answer, whether she wanted to or not. Jo was sitting next to him while Camille was sitting in the arms chair. Both James and Camille were waiting for her answer. Jo looked down at James' hand; she moved hers and interlocked their fingers, smiling when James gave it a reassuring squeeze.
With relief and a new found strength, she could finally tell the two about her life. She had always found it odd that she and James have been only dating for months and yet she grew so close to them. At first she did it for fun; to date a hot looking guy, thinking he would be great in bed. (He was, but that's beside the point.) But, now- now her feelings for him were real and deep, and the relationships with Logan and Camille had both flourished into friendships she never wanted to get rid.
Normally, she would do her best to get close to them, but not emotionally. Yet, somehow, these three wormed into her comfort zone. And she did not regret that, not one bit.
"I know them because they're my friends. I found Logan, because he found them. They were able to knock him out and called me because I have more… experience with kidnapping. I know more, because like them, I'm a thief. I've been one for eight years. I met Knight and Carlos during a heist two years ago, dated Knight for bit-"
"WHAT?" James shouted out in angered surprise.
Jo put her hands up defensively. "Kendall and me were through for awhile after I met you, James. Plus, you don't have to worry about him."
James eyed her. "Why?"
"Well, I only have eyes for this one guy." Her lips turned into a small grin. "He's tall, tan, and has amazing hair. Anyways, Knight's gay."
James' demeanor changed mischievously. "Oh, he's gay, is he?" James said with a smirk plastered on his meticulously pampered face.
Camille looked at him in bewilderment, until she understood why he was smiling like a cheshire.
"What's his type?"
Jo's grin switched to a smirk when she thought of Logan and his appearance.
"Short, brown hair, brown eyes, nice, caring."
Jo didn't speak those words, neither did James nor Camille. That was when the three noticed Carlos sitting in the other recliner staring, and smiling.
"And has a name that starts with the letter L."
"So he?"
"Yeah, but doesn't know it yet."
"What?"
"I grew up with the chief of police as my dad. I picked up things, like how to read people. And Knight tends to ignore his feelings. It took him months to figure out he was gay, and by then I've known for two whole months." He paused. "and from what I can tell Logan likes him too."
"Likes who too?"
All four jumped when they heard Logan's voice behind them. They saw Logan walk out of the bathroom. The four looked at each other then back at him.
"As friends!" Jo blurted out. "We were just reassuring Carlos here, that you like him and Knight as friends."
"Yeah, I was a little scared that you were still angry at us."
Logan nodded in understanding of where Carlos insecurity was coming from. "You don't have to be. I'm over it, and I do consider the two of you as my friends." He started walking to Knight's room. "I'm going to check on him and re-bandage the gunshot."
Knight was sitting at his desk in his room thinking. That's all he's been doing for the past three hours since James and Camille arrived. He wasn't thinking about anything random, no, he was thinking of the new heist to clear Logan and throw Brenan into prison. He rubbed his shoulder, the pain slowly returning into a dull ache all around the point of impact on his bicep.
Sighing, he grabbed the bottle of heavy duty Advil, it wasn't as strong as he would like it to be, but it sufficed. Swinging around in the rollie chair, he gazed out the large window on the other side of the room. Standing, he led his way to the dresser that was right under the large glass wall of the room called a window. Looking out it he could see down the street of old downtown.
He loved coming here as a kid. His mom, little sister and him would always come here on weekends with what little money they could scrounge up that week and eat ice cream.
That's why Knight did what he did. He became a thief for his family, to give them a life worth living. That's why the money was an important thing for him. Yes, he kept his share, but most of what they made, Carlos transferred to his mom and little sister. Carlos knew about the situation. He's known about is since they joined up, and it didn't bother him in the slightest. Now, thanks to them, his mom and little sister were living happily in California.
And what made it better was that his little twelve year old sister was found by an agent there, and has been acting in small roles and commercials ever since. He couldn't be happier and his mom finally got to do what she always wanted to do: Be an elementary school teacher. Back when she lived in town, she didn't have the time or money to become one, so instead, she was stuck as a fulltime waitress. Now, thanks to Knight, she finally got to do what she dreamed of since she was a little girl.
The only downside is that they don't know what he does for a living. Instead they think he's a reporter for The Consorted. But oddly enough Knight was grateful for that.
If he didn't do what he did, the he would have never met Logan, but thinking that only confused the blond. Sighing in frustration, he sat on the edge of his bed. He still couldn't really understand the complexity of his feelings towards Logan. He's never felt like this before, and it scared him. Yes, he's had crushes before, but never something this strong and different. When they first made eye contact, Knight knew that Logan would be his downfall to his old emotionally inept persona.
So he did the only thing he could think of. He called his twelve year old sister for advice. It's odd for a twenty three year old to call his little sister for dating advice, over a boy nonetheless, but she was surprisingly mature for her age.
"Where's my dinosaur chicken nugget!"
…well, most of the time. "Katie?"
"Big brother! Hey! You haven't called in like two weeks."
"Yeah, sorry, works been hectic."
"Oh, well, suck it up. How've you been? You still coming over for the summer?"
"I've been better, yeah. I promised you and mom I would."
"Is everything ok?"
Knight could hear the concern in her voice. "Yeah, just banged my shoulder."
"How?"
"Motorcycle accident."
He heard a quick intake of breath. "Numbskull, are you ok? Is anything broken? I said dinosaur chicken nuggets! Are you in any pain?"
Knight chuckled at his little sister's antics. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine. I just wanted to call you for advice."
"Ohh, so what's his name?"
Knight's eyes bulged out. He told his mom and Katie that he was gay right when he came to terms with it. His mom fully supported him, but according to Katie, they've both known for over a year.
What makes you assume it's a guy?"
"Well isn't it?"
"…shut up."
He heard her laugh through the phone. "So what can I do for you big brother?"
Knight sighed as he flopped onto the bed. "It's just I don't know what I feel towards him. I've had crushed before, but I've never felt so… conflicted about them before."
The line was silent for a minute. "Have you been on dates with guys since you came out?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Gives me a sense of your experience with dating."
Knight closed his eyes, as he forced the words out of his mouth. "Yes."
"Have you been in a relationship with any?"
"Yes."
"What's the longest?"
"A month."
"Have you had sex yet?"
"KATIE!"
"What?
"You're twelve! You shouldn't be asking those types of questions."
"Just answer the question."
Knight groaned. "Yes."
"Top or bottom?"
"KATIE!"
"Just answer the question, numbskull."
"…top. What does that have to with the guy I think I like?"
"It doesn't, just wanted to know."
"Katie!"
He heard her laugh. "Just follow your heart big brother. Bye."
Before he could yell at her, she hung up. Knight groaned and closed his eyes.
Knight sat up when he heard a knock on the door. "Come in."
A second later, Logan walked in with the first aid kit. He showed Knight it, and smiled. "Time to change the bandages."
"Ok."
Logan sat next to Knight and laid the kit next to him. "Shirt." Logan demanded, grabbing the helm of Knight's shirt and pulling it over Knight's head carefully. Logan did his best to ignore the toned chest in front of him and re-bandage the wound.
Knight didn't know what to look at, Logan or his hands. Either one entrance him.
"Are you in any pain?"
Knight was snapped from his gaze to Logan's voice. "No, I took some more pain killers, like twenty minutes ago."
Logan nodded and inspected the wound. "Stitches stayed in place. Just don't do anything physically demanding, that might force them to reopen."
Knight nodded and watched as Logan re-bandaged the wound. Once he finished, he stared at Knight in the eyes intensely. Knight never faltered under the intense gaze Logan was giving him, but he knew he wanted to say something.
"Thank you," Logan blurted out.
"For what?"
"Everything?"
Knight gave him a confused look that pushed him to further explain.
"Thank you for everything you've done, and will do for me. You didn't' have to, you could have just turned me into the cops for the theft, but you never did."
Knight smiled, but couldn't help the chuckle escape from his mouth. "That is so ironic." The confused look on Logan's face made him explain. "It's just so ironic because yes, I'm helping you clear your name, but I was also the reason the cops are after you. You're thanking me even though I'm the reason for all your problems." Knight couldn't help, but start laughing at the situation. When Logan finally understood what he meant, he joined in the laugher. They laughed so hard that they both fell onto the bed.
Knight was the first to start to recover, and also the first to notice the lack of space between them. They were both on their sides facing each other; Knight still shirtless. Logan started to sober up, but had his eyes closed, not notice the closeness yet.
"Logan?"
"Yeah?" he said, eyes still shut.
"Open your eyes."
Logan's eyes slowly fluttered open and couldn't help, but smile when he looked into Knights deep green eyes. "Hi."
"Hey." Knight didn't know where the sudden burst of courage came from or what he was doing, but the next thing he knew he leaned in for a kiss.
Logan's eyes widened for a second before they lidded halfway and followed Knight's movements, and leaned in. Logan placed his right hand on Knights chest as they inched close, only mere inches from each other.
Logan could feel Knight's muscles flex under his touch as they inched closer. The tension changed in seconds from carefree amusement to a thick heavy lust that could be cut by a knife.
They were so close now that they could feel each other's breath against there lips. Both almost there, almost to the point of no turning back.
Just as their lips were about to meet, Knight's phone rang. The sudden noise broke the two out of there trances. The ringing of the phone finally registered in their minds. The two sat up and Knight grabbed his phone, next to the first aid kit, and answered it. "What!" He said angrily as the moment was ruined; Knight was finally going to find out just how deep his feelings were.
"You can watch the hostility."
Knight grew even angrier, forgetting to put back on a shirt. "What do you want?" Knight growled out.
"We need to meet up. So we can discuss your payment and the bracelet."
The two got off the bed and Logan was concerned with how Knight was so angry. "Who is it?" he whispered to Knight. Knight mouthed Brenan and Logan's eyes widened.
"You really don't have a choice."
"Like hell I do."
"If we don't talk face to face I will have to use it."
Knight narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"I have proof that shows that you and Mr. Mitchell stole the bracelet."
Knight scoffed, he knew Brenan was bluffing. "Like hell you do." Walking out of the room with Logan on his tail, they walked to the living room.
At first the others were giving the two knowing smirks, but changed when they saw their expressions. Knight pointed at Carlos, his computer, and then his phone.
Carlos knew what that meant. He walked to the computers and rapidly started to press the keys, his hands flying across the keyboard.
Everyone followed Knight who walked behind Carlos and watched him… do something on the computer. He never really understood the technological part of being a thief, he had Carlos for that. Carlos looked at Knight and nodded. Knight returned the gesture and shoved everyone on the other side of the screens.
"Mr. Brenan." Knight almost growled out. He was looking at the screen, because right in front of him was a middle aged white man with black hair sitting in an office.
"Oh, Knight. I see your people found me."
"I'll say it again, what do you want?"
"Even though I don't want to repeat myself I will. I want the bracelet and that boy in prison for its theft."
"Why do you want him to take the fall for it?"
"It's none of your concern, but if you must know. I don't, a… friend of mine does."
"Who is this friend of yours?"
"I will not divulge that. But, do we have a deal?"
Knight looked at Logan and their eyes locked for several seconds. He grinned at Logan and who returned it, then Knight looked at the screen with a scowl.
"Deals off."
"You'l-"
Knight pressed a key and the video call was cut off. The room was silent and only broken when Logan walked over and pulled Knight in another hug.
Logan didn't know why, but he liked giving hugs to Knight. When he did, he never wanted to let go. Those arms made his feel safer than the day he moved out from his dads when he turned eighteen. He tightened the hug the second Knight hesitated. Logan was feeling something he hasn't felt in a very long time. He's had crushes before, but they've always been more of a physical lusting than anything else. Yet, with Knight, he knew he shouldn't feel this towards the man that framed him for a theft and flipped his world upside down in a matter of days, but he did. Logan felt more than just a physical attraction. Even though, yes, Knight was definitely something else, but it wasn't that. Logan started to want to be near Knight twenty-four seven. Why? He truly didn't know.
Knight was caught off guard when Logan pulled him into another hug. His arms, around Logan, but hovering. The second he did that Logan pulled flush against him. Knight didn't understand what he was feeling, but there was one thing he knew. He liked it, even if it terrified him.
Knight returned the hug just as tightly, as he laid his chin on Logan's head. Knight put his arms around Logan's waist, as Logan put them around his neck.
"Thank you."
It took Knight a second until he realized what that 'thank you' meant. Knight couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. "It's still ironic."
Logan moved his head from resting on Knight's shoulder into his chest. He couldn't help but laugh. Knight was right, it was still ironic.
I hate myself a little for ruining the moment bewteen the two, but I can't let them get together so quickly.
Ok, next chapter shit goes down! Not like, more Kogan action, but something bad happens with Logan.
