Logan's POV

I cant believe Carlos was doing this to me! I thought he was so sweet he wouldn't hurt a fly, but I was wrong. I was so incredibly wrong. Carlos Garcia, my "loving" boyfriend, was gonna kill me.

'Carlos! Stop it you're hurting me!' I cried in pain in agonizing pain.

'Logan, just stop whining. You wanted to do this.' Carlos said smoothly as he continued the torture.

'I cant do this!' I whined as he pulled harder.

'These are the most basic stretches, and its always the first thing the coaches see at tryouts.' Carlos said as he pulled my arms harder, making me bend more.

We were at my house, we had moved the furniture around so he could help me stretch. We were sitting on the floor, facing each other, our feet touching and our legs spread. Carlos was holding my hands in his, then he started leaning back.

I was on the swim team once, but the warm ups were never like this.

'I cant believe I agreed to this!' I cried.

'You are such a baby.' Carlos teased.

'I am not, you're sadistic!' I backfired as he finally released from that hell.

'I'm sorry.' Carlos apologized.

'I don't believe you.' I said defiantly.

'What can I do to make it up to you?' Carlos asked in a suggestive tone as he scooted beside me.

'How about a massage?'

'Not what I was gunning for, but OK.' Carlos admitted before he sat behind me and started on my stiff shoulders.

'What did you think I wanted? Sweet and loving sex after all that pain and suffering? Oh no, Carlitos you live In The Doghouse Avenue.' I said as angrily as I could without moaning at how good Carlos' hands were.

'I don't know how to get there.' Carlos joked.

'Really? Its a left turn at No Sex Drive and Blue Balled Boulevard.' I teased back.

'Haha, but seriously, I'm sorry. Carlos said sincerely.

'I am only forgiving you because this is the best massage I have ever had.' I conceded.

'I'll take what I can get.'

'Oh! That's sore.' I whined when Carlos started on my shoulder blades.

'Sorry, I'll be gentle.'

'You didn't say that during our first time.' I said, immediately connecting what he said to sex.

'Hey, you didn't seem to want gentle.' Carlos said.

'I was a virgin, I was excited. I got carried away.' I reasoned with a small blush.

'What did you think I was? A man slut?' Carlos asked in awe.

'No! Well, I didn't think you were a virgin.' I confessed.

'Why not?' Carlos asked as he stopped his magic massage and sat on the floor in front of me.

'Well you are the captain of the hockey team, and you were...pretty good.' I was fully blushing.

'Oh...thanks, but yeah it was my first time too. So...yeah.' Carlos said as he too began to blushing.

'This got very awkward very fast.' I said honestly.

'Yes it did.' Carlos agreed.

'New topic of discussion?' I suggested.

'Sure, you pick.'

'How about...our next date. This Friday.' I said quickly, praying that his boyfriend would just go with it and not make this embarrassing.

'We don't have a date Friday.' Carlos said in a confused tone.

'Carlos, I have spent forever working up the balls to ask you out on a date.' I whined.

'Logan, I'm your boyfriend. You don't have to ask me out on dates.' Carlos said sweetly.

'I know that but, I never actually asked anyone out before. I thought it would be ridiculous to be in a committed relationship without getting it out of the way.' I said quickly.

'I guess that makes sense. Well, Logan, I would love to go on a date with you. Be aware I am very picky about where I eat, I like my restaurants fancy.' Carlos said with his nose in the air.

'So Mr. Cheesy's is out of the question?' I asked with a knowing smile.

'Oh my sweet little Logan, you cant get any classier than having pizza in a ball pit.' Carlos said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I chuckled at my boyfriend and he smiled back at me.

'You know we have to start the real training now, right.'

Leave it to Carlos to ruin the moment. Doesn't he know that he's only cock blocking himself? I love Carlos, and I'd do anything for him, but I cant take anymore training.

'Right the real training, let me just-' I cut off my sentence and ran like a mad man up the stairs. If I can get to my room, I'm safe.

Of course my jock boyfriend caught me around the waist before I was even half way up the stairs. I knew it was no use in me trying to get away, but that didn't stop me from kicking, screaming and slapping at Carlos' arms.

'Carlos! I don't like training! I don't wanna! I can hardly stretch, training will kill me! Why do you want me to die?!' I screamed.

'I don't want you dead, I want you on the hockey team!' Carlos yelled as he sat me down on the couch.

I huffed angrily and crossed my arms and turned away from my boyfriend.

I don't care if I look childish, because if I did I'd be embarrassed.

'Oh come on Logie, the silent treatment? You cant actually be mad at me for training you.' Carlos reasoned as he sat next to me.

I scooted away. I know I'm being unreasonable, but I've been very hormonal lately. I think I'm going through the dude version of PMS.

'Logan, what's up with you today?' Carlos asked in concern.

I chanced a glance at him and caved in less than a second.

'I don't know. I just don't like all the exercise and pain, and for some reason I feel like I'm on my period.' I said before my brain could filter it.

Carlos didn't say anything, just kinda stared at me, but he didn't blink either.

'That is probably the weirdest thing anyone has ever said to me.' Carlos said, still not blinking.

'Weirdest thing I ever said out loud.'

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