10

While the Cat's Away…

Logan and Brent had talked for hours, smiling, laughing, blushing, flirting, not necessarily in that order.

"MEOW!" Magnus had bellowed. "Time to go!"

Brent had smiled gently and kissed his hand. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"B-bye," as all Logan could squeak out, deep red. Magnus grabbed his collar, dragging him back.

"C'mon, kitty." Alec rolled his eyes, giving Brent a tiny wave before leaving with them.

Logan had a hard time falling asleep. He was too excited for the day ahead. He would be spending the whole day with the most attractive man he'd ever met, or seen, and he'd seen a lot of men over the years.

He drifted off to sleep with a smile, not a care in the world.

The second the sun peeked through the curtains he was wide awake and ready to go. He sighed and jumped up, darting to the bathroom to take a shower. He relished the warm water again, seeing green every time he closed his eyes. He couldn't stop smiling either. He got out and wrapped a robe that was far too big for him around his torso before stepping back into the living room. He went to the hall closet, which had been stuffed full of his clothes, and stared.

He looked at the long row with wide eyes. He hadn't thought about what he would wear…He blew out his lips. He didn't want to look so short, or girly, or flashy, or dorky…

"Jeeze," he groaned.

"Want some help?" Magnus asked, coming up behind him. He looked up at him and nodded, looking as helpless as he felt. Magnus chuckled. "Alright, Meow, my dear, it's time to show you the magic of fashion."

"Magnus, I'm not so sure about this," Logan mumbled. Magnus finished tying the scarf, smiling.

"Just trust me, honey," he assured. Alec watched from the bed, smiling lightly as Magnus sat him down at the vanity and taking out his eyeliner

"Just a little," he was saying, tongue playing at the corner of his mouth. "Make those baby-blues really pop." He blushed a little. "See? Adorable, isn't he, Alec?" The young Shadowhunter nodded.

"Absolutely."

Before anyone else could say anything else the door buzzed.

"Oh god," Logan gasped, going pale. "Tell him I'm not here!" He darted to his bed, hiding under his blankets. "Tell him I'm dead!" Magnus smirked and followed him, tossing the covers off of him.

"You'll be fine," he assured.

"I can't do this," Logan said, shaking his head. Magnus hauled him to his feet. Alec smiled and eased his coat over his shoulders.

"Just talk to him like you were last night," Alec assured. "You'll do great. I promise."

"That was a dim, loud room! Not a bright day…" he moaned.

"Well you don't want to keep him waiting, do you? I mean, I'm sure he's nervous too," Magnus said pointedly. "Standing someone up is not the best way to make an impression."

"Okay! Okay!" He threw up his arms and stood. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Brent's feelings because he decided to be a coward. He took a deep breath and went down the stairs, considering turning back four times before it was too late.

He opened the door, and there he was. He smiled; Logan lost his breath. He'd only seen him in the dark or through a fog, and he thought he was attractive then. Now, he was even more beautiful than he thought possible. His dark gray sweater fit him perfectly, sticking to him just right, showing how many muscles he truly had underneath it. Logan looked him up and down, swallowing hard. The sweater brought out the flawlessness of his alabaster skin and the deep green of his eyes.

"Wow," Brent said, still smiling. "You look great."

"Y-you too," Logan stammered. They smiled shyly for a moment before Brent held out his hand, grasping Logan's.

"Let's go, cute stuff." Logan flushed a deep red at Brent's gentle touch and quiet words.

"Where are we going?" He squeaked. Brent smiled.

"It's a surprise," he said. "I don't do normal dates. I mean, dinner and a movie? How fun is that? No, it's overused and there's no romance in it. No passion, no creativity or spontaneity. It's not special. And you're special. You don't deserve boring. At least that's how I look at it."

Logan was so embarrassed he couldn't look at him. He felt his palm start to sweat a little. Brent ducked to meet his eyes, still smiling gently.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I just, um…you're sweet to say that," he muttered. Brent chuckled a little, tousling his hair.

"You're adorable." They walked in silence for awhile, both smiling contentedly. "How'd you sleep?" Brent asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

"I didn't…much," Logan mumbled. Brent laughed, almost sounding relieved.

"Well, I'm glad it wasn't just me. I was really nervous."

Logan looked at him skeptically. "Nervous?" What the heck does he have to be nervous about?

"Yeah," he said, scratching the back of his head, anxious and a little embarrassed. "I, uh, don't date much. And I get really nervous around cute guys." They were both red now. Logan folded his lips, glancing up at him. Brent squeezed his hand again.

"So," he cleared his throat. "Is your brother always like that?"

"Sparkly or overprotective?"

"Overprotective," Brent chuckled.

"Oh, yeah. He's been like that for as long as I can remember. He's really protective of Alec too," he said simply.

"How old's Magnus?"

"Twenty-five. Alec's eighteen."

"Huh," Brent said, surprised. "He seems older." Logan nodded. "So do you-"

"How about we talk about you?" Logan suggested. "We talked about me all last night. I want to know about you."

"What do you want to know?" Brent asked nervously.

"Well…what's your favorite color?" He asked, curious about this extremely gorgeous man holding his hand. Brent looked at him, smiling wryly.

"Well, I'm kinda partial to this really light cream color. I also like electric blue…" Logan's face slowly went from pink t o a deep fuchsia. Brent giggled, pushing his hair behind his ear. "Yellow. My favorite color's yellow. My favorite food is Spaghetti-Os, I have this really bad addiction to Snowballs and Netflix. I don't like video games and I can't draw. I like to read and I can play the guitar a little. My favorite thing to do is take pictures, which is what I'm going to school for and I'm allergic to cats." Logan's heart sank a little.

"You're allergic to cats?"

"Oh yeah," Brent chortled. "I sneeze, I cough and I end up with a bad cold. It's really gross."

"I doubt that," he said softly. Brent laughed a little.

"Yeah, the really sad thing is I love cats. I just can't have one." Logan's wilted slightly on the outside, a lot on the inside.

"What about family? I mean, I know your parents… But do you have any brothers and sisters?"

He shook his head. "Nope." Logan frowned.

"No family at all?"

"Nuh uh. Just me myself and I," he chortled. Logan didn't find it funny.

"That…that's so sad," he said, looking down. Brent lifted his chin.

"Hey, it's alright," he assured, draping his arm around him, squeezing him close to him.

"You've got to be so lonely," he said, blue eyes wide and innocent as ever. Brent smiled warmly.

"Well, I'm not doing so bad right now." They blushed. Brent looked up and grinned.

"Here we are."

"Wow."

Logan had never seen so many fish in his life. He'd never seen this many colors on one, either. He stared up at the shark that was swimming over the tunnel he was in, in awe. "That'd take me years to eat."

"What?" Brent asked, coming up next to him.

"Uh, I said that's really neat," he said meekly.

"Well you said you really liked fish," Brent said. Logan nodded, grinning.

"I do. This was great." Brent grinned back, touching his cheek. As they stood there, Logan became increasingly aware of the others around them. Nearly half of them were staring, some shaking their heads in disgust. He turned his attention back to Brent. "Let's go get lunch." He nodded, smiling.

"Okay."

They walked past the people and Logan ducked his head, looking away from them. He felt Brent's lips beside his ear. "Let them stare."

The two smiled. Brent grabbed his hand and led him out, smiling at each and every person they passed.

They spent the rest of the day talking, window shopping, loving every second they were spending with each other. Now they were stopped in front of Magnus's loft, sad, the sun setting behind me.

"I really didn't want today to be over," Brent sighed, looking down at him.

"Me either." Brent looked at him, just looked. He watched the city lights dance off of his eyes with the moon, making his eyes glow like bright blue stars.

"You didn't deserve to have your first kiss stolen like that," he said quietly. Logan looked at the ground, chewing his lip, saddened. "This is a first kiss." He gently cradled his cheek, thumbing it softly. Logan felt blood rush to his face as his heart thundered in his chest. He'd wanted those lips to touch him from the moment he'd laid eyes on him. He shut his eyes when he felt his breath on his face. Brent's arm wrapped around his waist, other hand caressing his cheek. He gasped when their lips finally connected. There was a zap of energy between them, stronger than even Magnus's magic.

Logan melted into his kiss, knees giving up on trying to keep him standing. Brent held him with ease, lips moving slowly, softly, unbearably gentle. He pulled away far too soon for Logan's liking. He stared up at him, unable to speak.

Brent smiled, still holding his face. "Goodnight," he whispered.

"G-g-goodnight," Logan forced.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Brent assured.

"Promise?" He asked hopefully. Brent ran his fingers through his thick hair.

"I promise." A kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, Logan."

Logan walked to the door, looking back at least four times before he went inside.

Brent chuckled softly, shaking his head and watching him go. God, he was so cute. He looked around the quiet night, smiling to himself, still blushing. He started to walk down the street toward his own apartment, reliving their kiss over and over again. It wasn't just Logan's first kiss, it was his too.

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