I was nervous, and I knew Logan was, too, as I lead him down the sidewalk. He told me he didn't want to leave his mom to go have fun, but I told him it was only a few days, and it was really important.
"Brooke says you can't come in the house," I said. We weren't holding hands or anything- Logan was scared shitless to even touch me. "But we're loading the truck up, and you can help with that. Are you scared?"
"I'm terrified," Logan admitted.
"Me, too. But Papi will like you if you just be yourself," I assured. "Brooke's opinion doesn't really matter, so don't worry about her. And my mom's really nice, and she'll love you right off the bat. That's her right there."
We reached the truck, where only my mom was, fighting with roasting stakes. Yesterday she was at my graduation and stayed for the trip.
"Mom?" I asked timidly.
"Yes, baby?" Mom breathed, looking back at me. She did a double take, marveling at my boyfriend, before she turned to us. "Is this him?"
"This is him," I beamed. Mom looked him over happily before throwing her arms around him. My mom never even questioned me when I said that my BOYFRIEND would be coming with us.
"Oh, you're so HANDSOME," she said, pulling away. "My baby did good."
Logan laughed, showing his dimples, relaxing a lot. I didn't want to tell him that Brooke and Papi would NOT be like this when they met him.
"I'm Sylvia. Call me that or Mom or just anything."
"Okay. I'm Logan," Logan grinned.
"Well obviously."
I knew that mom would like Logan. She liked pretty much everyone her sons dated until they broke up, in which case "she was a bitch anyway". I knew she would marvel at how handsome he was and how polite and caring he was- she would see everything good about him that Papi wouldn't. Of course she would see the piercing and the tattoos, but that just made him more handsome. I think my mom and I had the same taste in men- is that weird?
"Now Roberto is gonna try to scare you, and he WILL succeed," Mom said to him sternly. "But I know he'll come around."
Logan opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off by Kendall approaching.
"Hey, Logan," he smiled. "Excited?"
"I've never camped before," Logan said to us. "It should be interesting."
"Camping Garcia style is the way to go," Mom breathed. "I just love coming down to spend some time with my boys. Even if only one is really mine."
"Logan's one of the boys now?" Kendall smirked at Logan.
"Well of course," Mom beamed. "He's one of MY boys."
I took Logan's backpack and brought it around to the back of the truck as Mom started telling Logan about Andres, Antonio, and Javi- my brothers.
"Is he here?" Papi asked, coming to toss fishing poles into the back.
"Yeah. And he's really nervous, so be gentle," I said sternly. Papi looked over at Logan, who was smiling cutely at my mom- I knew they would hit it off- obviously hesitating.
I followed Papi over to Logan, Kendall, and Mom, Logan's eyes setting on him and he seemed to tense up. It's not easy for a person to be casual when they know that a person dislikes them.
"H-hello, sir," Logan said, actually being SHY, which I had never seen before. He offered his hand, which Papi hesitantly took. I was kind of afraid that Papi thought that Logan's "gay" would rub off on him. But I could tell that Logan's firm handshake impressed Papi. "I'm Logan."
"I know."
Logan fell silent as their hands dropped.
"Thank you for inviting me, sir. I've never been camping before."
"I guess it will be an experience, then," Papi said. His eyes dropped to Logan's exposed tattoo. "You want to be in the army?"
"Not necessarily," Logan said, looking down at his tattoo. "My dad passed in the army."
"You were underage when you got that done," Papi said simply. Logan was silent, not knowing what to say that wouldn't screw everything up. I watched him gnaw on his lip ring, unsure of himself.
"But all of them have meanings," I reasoned, coming to Logan's rescue as I approached.
"ALL of them? How many?"
"That one's in honor of my dad," Logan said, pointing to his arm. He rose his left hand to show the Alexander tattoo on his finger. "And this one is my little brother's name. I hope to get another one for my mom- a dove, I think."
Papi looked at Logan's army tattoo a little longer.
"What would make a teenager go through such pain for that?" he asked.
"Well… I made a lot of dumb decisions, Mr. Garcia, but I don't think the tattoos were one."
"I think they were."
With that, Papi turned to Kendall to start talking to him. Logan looked over at me, brows upturned. I sighed and twisted my lips, knowing he thought that he made a horrible first impression.
"Don't go too far," Mom called after Logan and I as we started down the trail from our campsite as everyone else started to set everything up. I wasn't allowed to set up tents- I always screwed it up.
I waited until we were out of sight to take Logan's hand.
"In California, nobody cared how much affection you showed in public. Even your family," Logan noted, looking up at the canopy of trees in wonder.
"My mom doesn't care, but I think Papi will take a second to adjust before we could," I sighed.
"He hates me."
"No. He just doesn't know about you yet. Just be yourself."
"Brooke hates me."
"Brooke hates ME. Who cares?" I laughed. "I'm surprised she comes camping with us, with how germaphobic she is. I think she just doesn't want my mom hitting on my dad while Brooke's not around. Like that would happen."
"Why did they get divorced?"
"I dunno," I shrugged. "They just had too many differences, I guess."
Logan nodded, eyes on the dirt trail. I wondered how his mom was, but didn't ask.
We arrived at the lake, where we sat on a dock, out feet over the edge.
"There's fish down there," Logan noted, almost astonished, head bowed as he looked at the fish swimming around near the surface. I smirked, nudging him with my shoulder, loving how ADORABLE he was. He looked over at me and grinned, kissing me, making me hum in content. After another quick peck, Logan looked back down to the water, mesmerized at the fish coming up for air.
"Mom likes you," I said, watching him.
"She's so nice- I see where you get it."
"Papi's nice, too. Just not to you. Not yet," I said.
"I don't think I'll ever get him to be nice to ME. He ragged on my ink first thing."
"He's just finding reasons to not like you," I reasoned. "No matter how much he insists he doesn't care, he secretly doesn't want me to be gay."
"My dad woulda been mad if he knew," Logan said, looking up at me. "Big military man with a gay son. Forget about it."
I twisted my lips and lay my head on his shoulder as he looked out over the landscape.
"I'm worried about Mom," Logan sighed, his cheek on my hair. "What if she needs me?"
"She'll call if she does."
"I shouldn't have left her in her time of need."
"It's only a few days, baby," I assured. "She'll be okay."
"You're eating s'mores for dinner?" Logan smirked, in the camping chair beside me before the fire with the buzz of bugs all around us and my family in the dark woods.
"I'll have a few hotdogs, too," I assured. "I just like to start off with desert."
"Tell me when it's done- I have no clue," Logan said, unsure, having been holding his hotdog on the poker over the fire for quite some time.
"It's REALLY done, bro," James laughed. Logan raised his stick and I laughed, seeing that the hotdog was charred.
I reached out to pull the poker to me, but of course, having been heated in the fire, the metal singed me, making me hiss in pain. REAL smooth, Carlos.
"Carlos! Come ON, common sense," Logan scolded. I sucked on my burn pitifully, but it didn't hurt that bad. "Are you okay?"
"He does that every time," Kendall smirked. "He doesn't learn."
"It doesn't hurt that bad," I assured. "It's just a little red."
"Do you need ice?"
"Noooo, I'm FINE," I assured Logan.
"If you don't want that, honey, I know Roberto likes them burnt," Mom said from Logan's other side, pointing to the hotdog.
"Mr. Garcia?" Logan offered, tilting the charred meat to my dad. Papi looked at him, then the hotdog before shrugging and nodding. I was glad that he wasn't so set on hating my boyfriend that he refused the hotdog that I KNEW he wanted.
"You can make the s'mores- those are SUPPOSED to be burnt," I said, giving my poker loaded with marshmallows to my boyfriend. "I'll make hotdogs."
"Deal."
As I twisted the hotdogs in the fire, listening to Kendall and James talk on my other side, I watched the fire glow in Logan's eyes- literally. He looked at me and I grinned, biting my lip. Since my argument with Papi, I kept thinking about the whole "I love you" thing. Sometimes I thought that there was no way I loved him, but others I thought there was no way I COULDN'T love him.
Logan opened his mouth to say something softly to me, but Brooke interrupted.
"What about the sleeping arrangements?" she asked the group.
"Carlos and Logan are not together," Papi said sternly. Logan never looked up from his marshmallows.
"How about you two in one," Mom said, gesturing to Papi and Brooke. "Then James, Logan, and Kendall in the big one and Carlos and I in the last one?"
"You'll let him out," Brooke said coldly to Mom.
"Will not."
"Yeah, Mom, we won't let Carlitos in," James assured, smirking at me.
I giggled a little, knowing that if I wanted, I would have no trouble going to cuddle with Logan in his tent.
Logan pulled the toasted marshmallows from the fire and showed them to James on my other side.
"Are they good?" he asked.
"Perfect," James beamed, taking the goo from the poker and dropping it into his mouth.
I made a few s'mores as Logan made some hot dogs.
"Now try THIS," I said, offering a gooey masterpiece of s'mores to him. "Just a bite."
Logan leaned forward, me holding it as he bit into it. He came away chewing thoughtfully, white sugary goo dropping down his chin.
"It's good," he finally said. I giggled and reached over to scrape the marshmallow from his chin, my thumb plunging into my mouth flirtatiously to suck the goo from it. Logan groaned and bit his lip ring, obviously tempted to kiss me but not in front of my parents.
Glancing behind him and seeing that my parents were preoccupied, I stole a sweet, s'more-flavored peck on his lips, then another one before pulling away, leaving him with an adorable blush across his face.
"You're cute," I smirked, biting into the s'more he just ate.
"YOU'RE cute."
I was leaning in for another kiss when James interrupted.
"How about a nighttime swim, guys?" he suggested.
"Oh, boys, I hate when you do that," Mom whined.
"Yeah! Let's go!" I beamed. I loved swimming in the lake, the little fish tickling my legs and the waves lapping off of the dock. I looked excitedly to Logan, who looked doubtful. I knew he would come anyway- it was that or stay here with my parents.
We finished eating before going down to the dock in the dark. There's something spooky and rebellious and magical about the lake at night, and I loved it.
Kendall and James wasted no time in stripping off their clothes down to their boxers, Kendall shoving James into the warm water before he cannon-balled in himself.
I was a little nervous as I stripped my clothes. I wasn't a good swimmer at all. I could save my own life- MAYBE- but I couldn't rescue another person. I was just barely good enough to keep my head above water for a minute or two. I knew Logan was probably an expert swimmer, having come from the beach, and was a little embarrassed and was thinking about bailing out.
THEN I looked over to see Logan in his boxers, pulling his dark shirt over his head. He turned away from me to toss his clothes aside, showing dimples at the bottom of his back. Suddenly I wanted to be wherever he was.
He turned to me, smirking.
"Sorry I'm not all you pictured me to be," he said sarcastically. "You've never even seen my legs."
Okay, maybe I expected him to have a toned torso, although I felt how soft he was below his shirt when we hugged. He definitely wasn't fat, but he wasn't James buff, either.
"You're cute," I smiled, my eyes running over him.
"You've made me soft," he joked, hand running over his hairless body. Well, not HAIRLESS. It was like Kendall's, with a patch of dark hair on his chest, but a lot less that Kendall had.
My eyes fell on something poking out of his waistband, off to the left a little. I thought it was hair and was a little embarrassed, then I realized it was another tattoo.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to it.
"You weren't supposed to notice," Logan smirked. He pealed his waistband down to show fancy cursive, the same as his "Alexander" tattoo, except fancier.
I burst into laughter, realizing what it said.
"Fuck you," I read, looking up at him. "How nice."
"I was a little drunk when I had it done. I'm just glad I got it in fancy writing at least. AND it's spelled right."
"And why did I not know about this?" I asked in mock offense.
"Because how do you tell your boyfriend that your sensitive region says 'fuck you'? I figured it would be a nice pre-first-time surprise."
"Think so? Any more I should know about?"
"Oh, I have one of Matt's name," Logan said jokingly. "On my ass."
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
Swimming, just the four of us, was a lot of fun. Logan was a great swimmer, but I stayed near the dock to hang onto it.
Logan seemed to get along well with James and Kendall, which surprised me. I don't think that they knew that Logan had dimples until that night. He looked so cute, having fun with his hair limp and laying sideways, the ends curling against his temple.
Soon Kendall got out to go to camp for towels, but I noticed that he had a pair of boxers in his hand and James seemed mad as he went after him. I didn't look, but I assumed James was naked.
Logan swam over to me below the dock. It was silent, save the lapping of the gentle waves against the dock and the bugs buzzing.
"Hey, sexy," I smiled as Logan faced me with his hand beside mine on the dock.
"I've been dying to kiss you all night," he said, leaning in to press his lips to mine. His hand moved through the water to pull me to him, our bare skin pressing together and driving me nuts. Only two layers of paper-thin cloth separated my "sensitive region", as Logan put it, from his. Although we got a few kisses at the fire, I knew what he meant. He wanted a REAL kiss.
He hummed in content as my lips moved to his neck, close to the water. His bare skin was so wet and warm beneath my lips, his pulse speeding up.
His hand moved from my waist to my waistband, fingers burrowing beneath it and gaining access. I reached back to pull the hand from beneath my boxers, but I realized that maybe I liked it a little bit more than I expected.
The hand slid from the back to the front of my boxers, making me jump and pull it out before he could touch me.
"What're you afraid of?" he whispered, my face coming back up to his to kiss his lips. I didn't know WHAT I was afraid of- why I didn't want him to touch me there?- so I didn't answer.
I let go of the dock to wrap my arms around his neck as we kissed, his hand still firm on the wood to keep us afloat.
"Hey! No sex in the lake!" I heard Kendall say just above us. I raised a hand to give him the bird, hearing he and James crack up laughing.
I tried to be quiet as I got into mine and Mom's tent. I didn't want her to wake up because I wasn't tired and I wanted to go hang out in Logan's tent. That, and I had to change my wet boxers and even if she IS my mom, she wouldn't want to see her grown son buck naked.
Lucky me, though, she wasn't even asleep. She was on her phone.
Mom rolled over in her sleeping bag.
"Did you have fun?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," I said, unzipping my bag to get dry clothes. "I think Logan came out of his shell a lot."
"Does he not like Kendall and James?"
"He does, he's just kinda reserved," I shrugged. "Don't look, I'm about to get naked for a few seconds."
Mom laughed and rolled over.
"Just make sure that you come back here before morning," she said to me. "Your dad wouldn't like to find you in their tent."
"Thanks, Mom," I beamed. "You're the best."
I was surprised to find Logan, Kendall, and James up and talking in the tent. I expected Kendall and James to be goofing off, but not Logan.
"So we're setting off these fireworks thirty feet from Jim Carrey's house," Logan continued as I sat beside him. James and Kendall were watching him through the darkness like kids around a fire. "One of them falls over and just crashes through his window. We make a run for it and Jim Carrey's pissed as all hell. My buddy ended up getting caught, but nobody else."
"Oh my GOD," Kendall laughed. "That's insane!"
"We were complete idiots when I lived there," Logan giggled, rolling his eyes.
"Still are," I breathed jokingly.
"Hey!" he said in surprise. "When did you get here?"
I laughed and shrugged.
"He has a LOT of stories, Carlitos," James beamed. "A lot."
"Are you being friendly again?" I admonished Logan jokingly. "I told you to stop that."
Logan told us a few more stories- about a motorcycle crash he was in (he was okay afterward) and about how he was mugged on the street once and then another mugger mugged his mugger and he got away. It was then that I realized maybe his lifestyle back in California wasn't so bad- it gave him a lot of great memories.
After a while, James and Kendall went out to play with the dying fire outside. I knew Logan wanted to, too- he loved fire- but stayed with me instead. He seemed to get along well with them, and had a lot in common with them.
We climbed into his sleeping bag- I loved the close contact. I heard James and Kendall laughing like idiots outside as Logan lay his head on his folded arm, face level with mine.
I smiled a little, reaching up to caress his jaw with my thumb, then drag it over his lips before he leaned forward for a kiss. "You're stubbly," I giggled.
"You, too," he smirked, kissing my chin and jaw. "I like it."
I laughed as he pulled me closer to him, kissing my neck and nibbling just a tiny bit.
"You've been driving me nuts all night," he whispered.
"ME?" I laughed.
"You. I need you."
"Not here," I giggled. "My parents are here."
"Let's go in the woods."
"Logie," I laughed.
"God I love that," he groaned, his nails scraping gently along my back. He was really good at making me feel wanted and desired. Like I was sexy as all hell. He was ALSO really good at seducing me, and he knew it.
"You're gonna get yourself into trouble," I whispered.
"Gonna spank me?"
I burst into laughter, but he didn't seem to mind. He flipped me to my back, suddenly straddling me and smothering me with kisses. Okay, this was getting heated and maybe I didn't want to stop him.
I found my hands running up his thighs as we kissed, my heart beating in my throat just like every time he did this to me- made me excited.
"We're all alone," he whispered, loose hair brushing my forehead. "Don't hold back. I want it."
Granted permission, my hands went right for his ass, making his moan. I didn't understand WHY he liked doing this to me so much. Maybe my butt felt better than his, but this wasn't doing much for me. He seemed to like it, though, so I didn't pull my hands away.
His hips moved, creating friction on my "sensitive region" and making me whimper, brows upturned, and my hands claw into his flesh, making him groan, too.
"L-Logie," I whispered. "We can't be loud."
He bit at his lip ring deviously and moved his hips, harder on me now.
He muffled my whimper with a kiss this time, and I clamped down on his lip ring with my teeth, trying not to squeak as he ground on me again.
Suddenly his hand was trailing down my stomach… Down… Down…
"Logan," I whispered fearfully.
"It's okay, baby," he whispered as his hand slid into my pants and cupped me.
I gasped and bolted upright, knocking out foreheads together- HARD. His hand pulled from my pants to hold his head in shock.
"Oh my God," I gasped, rubbing my forehead. "Are you okay?"
"What the HELL?"
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."
He rubbed his forehead for a second before looking down at me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm okay."
Suddenly Logan was giggling, shaking his head.
"This isn't funny," I mumbled.
"I think it is."
I pouted up to him and he giggled and kissed me, making me melt backward.
"Let's try again," he murmured. "Are you ready for this?"
"Wait," I said quickly, making him sit up. "Can we trade places?"
"Gladly."
We traded places, and as I sat King Of The Hill on Logan, I realized I had no idea what to do.
Luckily, Logan knew exactly what to do- as usual. He sat up and tugged my shirt over my head, then his own. His hands moved up my bare ribs, creating goosebumps as he kissed me.
"You're shaking," he said softly. "We don't have to do this."
I didn't even think about bailing out. Logan thought that I was ready for this, or he would have stopped by now. And if he thought so, I MUST be ready, right?
I pushed him down to lay on his back and kissed his collarbone, his hands going to my hair and his legs wrapping around my waist. He knew what he was doing- giving me confidence to keep going, and I did.
He hummed in content as I trailed kisses down his body.
"Fuck," he hissed as I sucked hard just above his belly button. I came away with a pop, satisfied with the start of a bruise that would be there later. A bruise that meant "This man is MINE. Don't touch him!", even though nobody would ever see it but me.
I kept kissing, down, down, until I got to his waistband. He looked down, smirking, curious to see what I would do. I gave him a mischievous look and swiped the flannel PJ's from his waist like a magician revealing something beneath a cloth, making him bite his lip ring.
Okay, I had never seen another guy's penis in real life, okay? ESPECIALLY not an erect one, which I had caused, that belonged to a man I might love that had "fuck you" tattooed beside it. So when I was presented with this one, I couldn't really look away.
"Should I start?" he asked with a little laugh.
"Show me how it's done," I nodded flirtatiously, although I was nervous.
I lay on my back, catching my breath, Logan hugging my side with his cheek on my bare shoulder. His finger traced my jaw and flipped off of my chin, bringing my face to his for a gentle kiss.
"I love you," I whispered. His eyes didn't change on mine, his little smile didn't lower, it was almost like he didn't hear me. Great. Typical virgin thing to say after sex. FANTASTIC.
"How do you know?" he whispered back.
"I don't."
"I don't want you to be mad that I can't say it back yet," he murmured.
"I'm not."
"Some people expect that," he said. "But you said it fast- it'll take me a little longer."
"Take as much time as you need."
Logan smiled and kissed me a few times before making to get up.
"I have to smoke," he said. I nodded and he pulled on boxers and a shirt before he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a Zippo from his bag and left.
I watched him go before shifting my eyes to James and Kendall at the fire. I smirked a little, seeing that James was sitting against a camping chair in the dirt, Kendall lying lazily between his legs. James' hands were absently playing with Kendall's hair as they stared at the dying fire and talked. James would tell me if something romantic happened with Kendall, right? Or even if he just had feelings for him? I wondered this all the time, because they did things like this that seemed a little too intimate for even life-long best friends.
Suddenly Kendall looked up at James and said something, faces an inch apart, and got up to follow Logan down the trail to the lake.
After a while, I lay down in Logan's sleeping bag and James came in.
"Kendall said he had to talk to Logan. I dunno about what, though," James yawned.
"I'll just… Rest my eyes while we wait," I yawned- hey, it's contagious!
I ended up falling asleep, and I don't know how long it took before I heard Kendall and Logan come in. In the midst of my sleep, I felt Logan kiss my forehead and he never lay down with me.
