A/N: Sorry for the late update guys. I planned on putting something up last weekend, but I got distracted. And by distracted, I mean I changed up my whole life. I changed my sense of style and had to mess around with outfits. Got my left ear pierced, got my hair buzzed, started wearing my glasses, and started wearing my silver stud belt again. Plus, I'm auditioning for Hairspray at my school too (hoping to be Corny Collins :D), so I have to practice singing and dancing alongside trumpet for band and marching band. And then there's homework… I actually started doing it. And then suddenly it was this weekend.
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So, time to get this next part rolling off my desktop now. On with the show!
Chapter X
Carlos' eyes slowly fluttered open, and he rubbed them as he sat up and looked around. He remembered falling asleep in the arms of his crush, but somehow he had made it back to his and James' apartment and onto the couch. The tall brunet was nowhere to be seen. All the lights were out, and the tan boy looked over to the glowing digital clock on the table. The red lights showed the time as 8:37pm, and Carlos stood up and walked over to James' bedroom.
"James?" He poked his head through the door, not seeing anyone in the room. The Latino waited patiently for something in response, fumbling through the dark toward the small kitchen, but there was no response. "Jaaaames? Where are youuuuu?" He called again into the dark apartment, but there was still no response to speak of other than the creak of the boards under the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Finally finding and flipping on the lights, Carlos looked around the now-visible kitchen once more before noticing a folded note sitting on the counter underneath a pair of keys. Picking the objects up, the tan boy shook the keys, enjoying the sounds of little pieces of metal as they clinked together, subsequently flipping the note open. It was written on the back of a campus map that had a small spot highlighted and an address and directions to somewhere hastily scrawled underneath it.
Carlos-
Sorry for not being home when you wake up. Logan's manager (Kendall) and I found you curled up in Logan's arms while in Westwood, and Kendall had me take you home while he took your little boy toy back to his own home. Before I left, Logan handed me these keys and this map; the keys apparently belong to his car, and I'm guessing that he's hoping that you'll either drop it off or more likely come for a visit. The parking lot is highlighted on the back of this note and there are directions to Logan's house underneath that. I'll be out with Kendall until late, so you do whatever it is you want to for the next few hours.
-James
P.S.- Tell Logan I say hi and sorry for the shirt. Have fun on your date part two!
Carlos blushed a little at the post-script, flipping the note once again and holding the car keys up a bit higher, smirking at them. Grabbing a hoodie from his closet and his wallet from the floor next to the couch, the Latino quickly checked around the apartment once more for any surprises before walking to the door.
It didn't take long to find Logan's car in the lot; it was one of the only ones left, and it had a large Olympic Rings sticker on the left side of the back bumper. It was also the only car that responded when Carlos accidentally hit the panic button instead of the unlock button on the remote. A loud siren-like noise tore the air around the car as the lights flashed repeatedly, and Carlos frantically pressed more buttons until the sounds and lights stopped, two cute little beeps punctuating the scream as the car unlocked. The tan boy looked around sheepishly after stopping the commotion, seeing a Goth couple glowering at him from far away. Waving nervously, he slowly opened the door of the now silent car and sat down inside.
The key went in and turned, the engine roared to life, and the stereo immediately began to play soft acoustic guitar picks into the small space. Carlos smirked, recognizing the song, turning up the volume, and bobbing his head a few times before shifting into reverse. He pulled the car back as the soft music continued to play around his head, slowly growing louder when the chorus drew in as the vehicle approached the highway. The Latino bounced lightly in his seat along with the music, the words flowing from his mouth along with the song once it hit the bridge.
"Backyard of butterflies surrounded me.
I fell in love with you like bees to honey.
So let's up and leave the weeping to the willow tree,
and pour our tears in the sea.
I swear there's a lot of vegetables out there
that crop up for air.
Yet I never thought
we were two peas in a pod
till you suddenly bloomed.
Then I knew
that I'd always love you.
Oh I'll always love you too."
As the song drew to a close, a contented smile crossed Carlos' lips. Logan had a nice taste in music, albeit a little sappy and romantic it seemed. The drive to the gymnast's house was mostly uneventful after the song finished, the next ones not catching the tan boy's attention quite like the first, though that was mostly because he didn't know them. Carlos pulled the car off the highway after ten minutes, driving into a small neighborhood and stopping in the driveway of a small two-story brick and wood house on the edge of a beach.
Stepping out of the car, the Latino took one more look at the address on the back of the note before walking to the door. He pressed the doorbell button, hearing obnoxiously loud barking from the other side with the word "Coming" yelled over it a few moments later. Carlos took interest in counting the number of bricks that were making up the front porch of the house, turning back to the door when he heard the lock click. The door opened a small amount, Logan's head poking through the hole. A small dog appeared at the bottom, barking it's head off, but the brunet shushed it and shooed it away before turning his head back to Carlos.
"Oh, hey Carlos."
"Hey Logan, I brought your car back." The gymnast smiled warmly and opened the door the rest of the way. Carlos' jaw dropped.
Logan Mitchell was standing in front of him wearing only a stark white towel, hair plastered to his forehead and soaking wet with a large number of stray soap bubbles floating in the brown locks. The taller boy's muscles were shining in the low light of the porch lamp outside, and a small trail of hair pointed down into the wet towel that was dripping a few splashes of water onto the tile floor inside. The tan boy's mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish, unable to form words as Logan invited him into the house, giving Carlos a nice view of his large back as he turned to walk further in.
"By the look on your face, I'm assuming that you understand that you got here while I was in the shower," the brunet stopped and turned back around once they reached the bottom of the stairs, but the Latino didn't notice that. He just kept walking and concentrating on not letting his emotions get the better of him, easily losing that control when he bumped into the gymnast. All the blood in his body rushed to his face and crotch, quickly becoming extremely embarrassed and aroused by the feeling of the other boy's skin. Logan chuckled upon seeing Carlos' bright red face. "And I'm also assuming that you like what you see." The Latino took a couple awkward steps backwards, suddenly finding his shoes extremely interesting, but then felt Logan's hands come to rest on his shoulders.
"I'm going to go finish my shower and get all this soap out of my hair, you go ahead and make yourself at home," the brunet said with a smile, looking down when he felt something soft rubbing against his ankle. Picking up the little dog, he gave her a quick kiss on the nose before handing the furball to Carlos. "This is Poof, she'll keep you company for the next five to ten minutes. Now, off I go." Logan disappeared up the stairs, leaving Carlos with a still stunned look and flushed face standing in the hallway with a dog in his arms.
Logan came back down about ten minutes later (fully clothed), finding Carlos walking around aimlessly and looking at random things around his living room. Poof was following closely at his heels, rubbing up against the tan boy's leg every couple of seconds to get his attention. The brunet smiled and walked over behind Carlos, tapping the Latino on the shoulder and donning a lopsided smile when the boy turned around.
"Got any plans?"
"Not that I can think of…"
"Care to go take a seat on the deck with me?" The gymnast motioned to the sliding glass doors, two wooden sun loungers facing out toward the ocean. Logan walked over to the doors after seeing Carlos nod, flipping on a light switch and pulling the door open. He motioned for the tan boy to go first, following him out to sit down.
The two sat in relative quiet, the sounds of crickets and cicadas floating through the air. Logan just sat and enjoyed the company of the Latino boy next to him, thinking of how to start a comfortable conversation. Carlos, on the other hand, was freaking out. He was at Logan Mitchell's house, sitting on Logan Mitchell's deck, and he was about to ask a question from out of his dreams. Hopefully it wasn't actually just a dream.
"Hey Logan…" The taller boy turned his head to see his guest staring out at the ocean. The light was shining off of his tan skin, leaving the left side of his face in shadows and making the boy look amazing.
"Yes Carlos?" Carlos gulped, and gathered his courage, taking a deep breath in and out.
"So today was basically a date, right?"
"You can say that." The tan boy smiled, courage elevating a little higher and turning his gaze to stare Logan in the eyes.
"So, I could also say that we're dating."
"Yup." Carlos looked out to the ocean once more to see the moon rising over the water. Only one more question to go.
"So… I hope you don't mind if I do this." 'Please work.' The Latino stepped up from his lounger and covered the two feet of space between the chairs. Leaning down, he attempted to connect his lips to the gymnast's, but he was stopped by a finger pressed against his mouth. He pulled back a bit, a confused look crossing his face as he stared Logan in the eyes once more. The tan boy's heart sank, but he saw a contented smirk stare back up at him, the lips beginning to move.
"Carlos, if you want to be my very first kiss, then you had better make it pretty damn special." Carlos ran the statement over in his head once before coming up with a perfect response of his own. He motioned to the sparkling water underneath the large white orb that was hanging just over the water and laughed.
"What could be more special than this? The night of my first date with an international celebrity who just so happened to turn out as a wonderful, sweet guy with a huge sweet tooth and an appreciation of my singing… what a special time for me. Don't you feel the same way?" Logan thought for a second, finally pulling his hand down from in front of his mouth.
"You're right-" Carlos smiled brightly, lowering his mouth to Logan's and cutting off the end of the brunet's reply before he had time to reconsider. The Latino moved his lips against the gymnast's, hand snaking around to grasp the back of Logan's neck and fingers curling into the short brown locks at the nape. Carlos was just seeing the regular sparks a little more clearly; Logan was seeing a Fourth of July fireworks show and hearing a symphony in his head.
The two separated when the need for air became too great, the gymnast moaning loudly at the loss. Carlos smiled and sat down in Logan's chair, settling himself between the brunet's legs and tilting his head back to look the boy in the eyes. Logan smiled and sighed in happiness, wrapping his arms around the boy in front of him and resting his head in the jet black hair. Soon enough, he was out cold, the Latino resting back against him and slowly starting to slip off as well.
Kendall turned his key and walked into Logan's house. It was just after midnight, and he had just taken James back to his apartment. He was just checking in on the gymnast just to make sure that he hadn't snuck out once again.
"Logan, where are you?" the blond called into the dark house. He spotted lights out on the beach deck, walking to the sliding glass door. When he saw what was outside, he frowned. Somehow, that Latino boy had made it all the way from being just a random fan to something much more intimate, evidenced by the way Logan was holding him. Sighing, he opened the door and walked out onto the deck, striding over to the sleeping brunet. He placed a hand on Logan's shoulder and shook lightly, the gymnast cracking an eye open and yawning.
"Just five more minutes…"
"Logan, you need to go to bed, and Carlos needs to go home." The brunet's eyes opened a little wider, and he frowned.
"He can stay here for tonight."
"No, he can't. He probably has class tomorrow morning."
"But tomorrow is Sunday. Please Kenny?" Logan looked up at his blond friend, eyes wide and watering, lower lip quivering. Kendall tried to resist the doe eyes, but he simply couldn't, groaning in concession.
"One night. He can stay just this once. But I expect you to get a good night's sleep and go to the gym tomorrow." Logan beamed widely, picking Carlos up and saying a quick thank-you to his manager before disappearing into the house and up the stairs. The blond watched the waves roll in for a minute longer before turning to go into the house once more, locking the glass door behind him.
A/N: So yeah. That's it. They're both couples now. Yippee. I'm sorry for not posting this last weekend, and I'll make it up to you. I have a one-shot stuck in my head, I have another chapter for this, and I have Dreamscape's ending almost finished (FINALLY). And all three of those are going up next weekend (hopefully).
Oh, and the song is "Honey and the Bee" by Owl City. I love that song...
So yeah, I hope you liked it (I'm sorta meh on it), please review, and I'll see you all (hopefully) next weekend. Have a good whatever time it is, and happy reading!