James sat on his bed, small slip of paper in one hand, cell phone in the other. He'd been waiting for a reason to call Logan, but he couldn't think of one other than he really wanted to hear his voice. He punched in the number on the paper, then hit dial, putting the phone to his ear.
Logan was sitting at his desk in his study, filing paperwork silently. His cellphone beeped loudly, breaking the silence. He smiled, hoping it was James. He'd missed seeing him, more than just what they did. He didn't know if the teenager knew of those feelings, but for the moment being, he didn't care. He grabbed his phone off the desk and pressed the answer button.
"Hello?"
"Uh.. Hi." James rubbed the back of his neck, smiling at the sound of the other's voice.
"James," Dr. Mitchell sat up a bit more, slipping his glasses off and setting them on his desk, "It's good to hear from you. How's your... everything?"
The teen blushed, "I-I was sore for a few days, but I'm fine now."
"Oh, okay. I... I hope the pain wasn't too bad." He nodded even though he couldn't be seen, flashes of the teen writhing and moaning beneath him coming back clear.
"No, it made me feel closer to you." James said before he could stop himself, silently cursing at himself after, laying back on his bed.
"That's really good to know." The short brunette smiled, thinking of a way to ask.
"Uh, yeah." The teenager smiled a little, sighing.
"How's your leg?"
"S'good. I feel good, Logan."
"Good."
"...How are you?"
"I'd be better if I could see you again." Logan said truthfully, leaning back in his seat.
"Really? When?" James smiled, his heartbeat quickening.
"What about tomorrow? You can come by my house; we can have lunch." He arranged, licking his lips, wondering what James would be wearing and how fast he could get him out of it.
"Yeah. Tomorrow, your house. Awesome." The teen was beaming, although he didn't even know where Logan lived.
"Good. So, I'll see you tomorrow." The doctor smiled, twirling his pen in his fingers.
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"Bye, Logan."
"Bye, James."
They both hung up, and James made a mental comment about how he was acting like a teenage girl, but he really didn't care. He was going to see Logan again, and that's all that mattered. Dr. Mitchell sat back up, taking out his date book, writing in the correct space "Lunch with James", and he couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face.
James fixed his jacket, smoothing it out as he looked in the mirror, trying to look nice for when he left to go to Logan's house. His cellphone vibrated in his jeans pocket, and he quickly grabbed it out, seeing one new text message.
11:23am
-Logan
564 Park Ave
Penthouse 2
I'll see you soon. Hope you like steak. (:
Logan wondered if the smiley face was too much, but he sat down his phone and continued to get lunch ready. Meanwhile, James was ecstatic. He slipped on his shoes and slid down the rail of the stairs, padding into the kitchen where the smell of seasoning was perfuming the air. He slipped on an oven mitt and took his family famous fries out of the oven, setting the pan on the stove to cool.
"So that's what I was smelling," James' mother walked into the kitchen as the teen turned off the oven, "What's the occasion, honey?"
"Oh, I'm going to... a friend's house for lunch. I thought I should bring something." He smiled, getting out a container for the fries.
"Is that why you've been so happy this morning?" She asked, smiling, grabbing the right container and helping her son put the food in it.
"Yeah, I guess." He smiled, closing the container after they were done.
"Well, who is she... or he? I can't keep up with what the kids are doing these days." She said, patting his arm.
"I don't think I should tell you." James told her teasingly, secretly wondering how his mother was dealing with his bisexuality.
"Well, whoever it is, I hope you have a good time." She smiled, kissing his cheek before going back outside. The teenager smiled, then made his way out the front door, giddy to see his doctor again.
James had gotten to Logan's house as fast as he could, the doctor opening the door as soon as he knocked. Logan looked more laid back, black jeans and a white button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Crisp and clean; sexy as Hell. They exchanged awkward hellos, then Logan led the teen by his hand out to the back yard where the steaks were cooking.
"They smell good." James smiled, setting down the container down on the patio table, taking off his jacket while watching the doctor stand at the grill.
"Thank you." He said, glancing back at the teen, wishing he could jump him right then and there.
James walked over, wrapping his arms around Logan's slim waist, settling his chin on his shoulder. Logan smiled, seeing the tan arms, leaning back into the body. It felt good, natural for them to be together again; easy.
"Is there a reason you gave me your number?" The teen asked, letting his lips brush against the doctor's clean shaven neck and jaw.
"B-Because I wanted to see you again." He said, setting the steaks onto a plate, feeling his erection strain against his jeans.
"See... All of me again?" James asked, already aroused and pressing against the other's backside.
"Yes." Logan nodded gently, pushing back against the teen's hips.
James was thrown down on the soft sheets of Logan's bed, the doctor roughly tugging at his jeans, making the teen raise his hips as they were pulled off, loving how rough Logan had become.
"Oh, doctor. I didn't know you were such an animal." James smirked, leaning up on his elbows.
Logan growled playfully, jumping onto the bed, attacking the teen's lips with his own. He pushed James down onto his back again, the taller brunette grabbing the smaller's hips, pulling them down and grinding against him. They moaned into each others mouths, the rough fabric of the doctor's jeans making amazing friction with the thin cloth of his boxers. Logan broke the kiss, leaving pecks down the other's chin, neck, and chest. He swirled his tongue around the defined muscles of the teen's abdomen, glancing up at him, meeting his dilated eyes. a lopsided smirk graced his lips seeing James looking wrecked, even before he got to his destination.
He nibbled at the taller brunette's hip before tugging down his boxers, a surprised gasp leaving James' lips. Logan licked his lips, taking in the sight of the naked teen again. He'd love to see him like that everyday.
"God, Logan." James whined, "Please touch me."
"How about I taste you?" The doctor whispered, running his tongue along the slit of the teen's cock, watching him shiver and lay his head back. He gently took the head into his mouth, sucking, moaning softly at the taste of him.
He gently bobbed his head, James' hands reaching down and latching onto the short, spiky hair, guiding him as they set a speed, giving light tugs as Logan tested how hard he should suck. He took more of him in, letting his tongue feel around, earning a guttural groan and another tug of approval. He felt his cock throb in his jeans, and quickly undid them, shoving his hand inside and gripping himself. He sucked James harder, moaning as he pumped himself.
"Logan." The teen was looking down at him, running his hands through the dark brown locks.
The doctor looked up, swirling his tongue around the tip, slowing his hand. James took the other's mouth away; hauling him up by his bare shoulders, pulling his jeans down, licking his lips at the hand in his boxers.
"I've dreamed about you doing that." The taller sighed, giving a quick kiss to his lips.
"Really? And how'd you wake up?" Logan asked, removing his hand, wrapping his arms around James' neck.
"Wet and sticky." The teen smirked, bringing the smaller brunette into his lap.
"Mm, I'd love to see you like that again," He moaned, "Let me ride you."
James shivered at the though, and quickly nodded, slipping his hands inside the doctor's boxers, cupping his backside in his hands. Logan kissed him again, asking silent permission before exploring the taller's mouth, swiping his tongue over James' sensitive spots. The pretty boy groaned as the wet muscle moved over his own, and he started to play along, loving the reaction of Logan shivering and pressing back against his hands. He hesitantly ran the pad of his dry index finger along his entrance, the smaller whining for more, James breaking the kiss to look at him.
"I-I don't wanna hurt you." He bit his lip, looking him in the eyes.
"You won't. James, please." The doctor pushed back again, rocking his hips as the teen set his finger against him again.
He gently slipped his finger in to the first knuckle, surprised at how it felt. Logan wasn't as tight as he was, it felt like he'd been stretched. The smaller brunette let out a deep breath, nuzzling his head into the teen's neck, whispering encouraging words and moaning, James starting to move his finger, slipping it in more little by little. He was getting harder by the second with the moaning in his ear, and more comfortable that he wouldn't hurt his lover. He slipped his middle finger in next to the first, thrusting them in and out, a warming sensation making Logan's spine tingle.
"O-Oh, James." He sighed shakily, leaving sloppy kisses on the teen's neck and jaw, "I want more."
He nodded, pulling his fingers out, kissing away the soft whimper that left the doctor's lips. Logan slipped off his boxers with a little help, blushing as he saw James eying him a little too closely.
"Why was it so warm?" The teen asked, sounding stupid as soon as it was out of his mouth.
The small brunette leaned over, digging through the drawer next to the bed, James holding his hips so he didn't fall. He pulled out two tubes, then bit his lip as he handed them over. The pretty boy read them, seeing one gave a cooling sensation, the other a warming.
"I like to experiment." Logan said quietly, staring at the teen's hands.
"You used the warming one to... s-stretch yourself?" He asked. The doctor nodded. James took a moment, weighing how his lover would react.
"Put this on me. Let me fuck you." He licked his lips, shoving the cooling lube into his hand, setting the other aside, "Please, I'm so hard."
Logan didn't ask if he was sure, he didn't want to let him rethink it. He climbed off James, then looked down at him, "Get up there, head on the pillows. Now."
The teen quickly did as he was told, laying back, watching the doctor pop the cap open and squeeze some onto his palm. He slowly slicked up James' cock, pumping a few times to tease before letting go. He let out a deep breath before straddling his hips. James took the doctor by the hips, carefully guiding him when he moved, down onto him, swallowing hard at how amazing it felt. Logan fit him like a glove as he seated himself onto his lap, hands flat against his chest, a small whimper escaping his lips as he adjusted.
The taller brunette tried not to move, watching Logan, seeing his muscles tense, lip firmly grasped between those perfect teeth. He rubbed his thumbs against the doctor's hipbones, watching him look down to where the gesture was taking place.
"You okay?" The teen asked, running his hands down to his thighs, rubbing softly.
"Y-Yeah. I just didn't think you'd fill me so well." He stuttered, moving his hips a bit to get familiar.
James bit his lip as he moved around, giving everything he had not to fuck him senseless. He moved his hands back to his hips, grip a little tighter, Logan taking notice.
"Sorry." He muttered, stopping his hips, softly tracing out the muscles of the teen's abdomen with his finger.
"I just don't want to slip up and start without you being ready." He breathed out, laying his head back, trying to calm himself, "You just feel so fucking good."
Logan blushed, tapping the hands gripping his hips, "Then let me move. I'm ready."
James' hands instantly loosened, and his eyes squeezed shut, the smaller brunette lifting himself up and slipping back down again. He rubbed the teen's chest, rocking his hips, hoping he could take all the stimulation without coming early.
"God, Logan." The pretty boy groaned, starting to rock his hips as well, a small tingling sensation being felt.
"I thought you'd like this." He moved a bit faster, warming and cooling starting to mix, shooting up the doctor's spine, making him bite his lip.
The teen gasped, his hips thrusting up without permission, Logan letting out a broken cry before he could stop himself. James' eyes widened, and he abruptly stopped his hips, looking up at his lover, fear running through him.
"D-Did I hurt you?" He asked quickly, giving the doctor a once over with his eyes, hands rubbing his thighs again.
"N-No," The smaller set his hands over the teen's, "Please keep going."
James nodded, hesitantly rocking his hips again, trying trying to be as gentle as possible. Logan knew he'd scared him, but he couldn't help it, the boy's cock was just so good. He started to bouncing, surprised noises slipping from the taller's lips.
"Logan, f-fuck. Slow down." The teen held his hips, trying hard not to buck up again.
"Mm, James. It's so good," He moaned, grinding his hips down, going against his hands, "It feels so good. I-I want more."
The pretty boy bit his lip, starting to thrust harder, the tip of his cock jabbing against the other's prostate. The doctor let out another cry, digging his fingers into the teen's abdomen, bouncing faster. The cooling and warming were starting to act up again, and James couldn't help but push up into him, wanting him closer. Logan leaned over, pulling him into a rough kiss, grinding into him harder, prostate being brushed again. Logan moaned loudly, nuzzling his head into the teen's neck, begging for him to go faster.
James obeyed, bucking up into him, using as much force as he could, pulling the smaller down onto him at the same time. Logan screamed against his shoulder, quickly sitting back up and bouncing, his head thrown back. The teen had never seen anything more beautiful. The sounds spilling from his mouth were pushing him closer and closer to the edge, but he wanted to hold out, to make it the best Logan had ever had; he didn't want to let him down.
The taller brunette reached over, taking the doctor's cock in his hand and pumping, making him whine out his name and buck his hips forward. Logan was on the edge, desperately wanting a release, hoping James was ready as well. His inner muscles clenched around the teen, feeling his cock throb and a loud groan leave his mouth.
"James, I-I'm so c-close." He whimpered, feeling the taller shudder and pump his hand faster
"Come for me, Logie." The pretty boy gasped, allowing his orgasm to build without trying to hold it back.
Logan bucked again, coming hard in the teen's hand, and all over their stomachs, groaning as he rode it out. James watched the doctor, memorizing every moment before he came seconds later, his eyes squeezing shut. His head felt dizzy as the smaller kept moving, muttering how good it felt to be filled up by him. They rocked against each other until they felt too oversensitive, Logan collapsing on James, nuzzling his head into the tan chest, letting out a deep sigh.
"I really didn't hurt you?" The teen asked after his breathing leveled, rubbing the other's back with his clean hand.
"It felt so good. You were so good, James." Logan leaned up, brushing his lips against the pretty boy's jaw.
"Good." He nodded, gently slipping out of his lover as he felt him pull himself up. So, he was good, but not the best.
Logan laid down next to him, resting his head on James' bicep, smiling up at him, wiping the sweat off his forehead. The teen looked down at the doctor, leaning his head down and giving a kiss to his lips.
"You called me Logie." He pointed out, watching the taller's face turn pink.
"I'm sorry. I-I just..." James trailed off, not knowing what to tell him.
"Just what?" The doctor asked, biting his lip.
"Just really wanted to... It felt right." He answered, averting his gaze.
"No one's called me that before," The doctor smiled, kissing the pretty boy's muscles, "I like it."
Relief washed over James' body, a smile breaking onto his face. He was happy Logan had understood, and liked the idea of having been given a nickname, he'd want to use it often from now on. The smaller brunette leaned away, setting the tubes back in the drawer. The teen watched, biting his lip at how he swayed his hips.
"You wanna take a shower?" Logan asked, crawling closer and running a hand down James' chest.
The teen's cock twitched in interest at the look the small brunette gave him before getting up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom.
"Well, doctors know best..." James smirked, getting up.
"James, it's time for another round of your patient therapy!"
