The afternoon sun shown through the blinds of Logan's bedroom, slivers of light casting over the otherwise dark room, a certain feeling of warmth and comfort radiating in the air. Logan watched as James slept, the covers tangled around his waist as he slept on his stomach, tan skin glowing under the rays of the sun. The teen's hair was a shaggy mess, some of it laying in awkward directions, poking up in others. The doctor thought he looked truly beautiful when he slept, it made his heart thump faster than it should, made his blood pressure rise and lust stir within him. This isn't the way a trusted and respected doctor should be acting and reacting about a patient; especially one that's underage.
Logan fixed part of the hem on his old AC/DC shirt before seating himself on the bed next to him, slowly running his fingers up the teen's spinal cord, placing a kiss to the back of his neck, inhaling the musty scent of James' unwashed hair. He wanted to remember everything he could about him; everything he couldn't have anymore.
James stirred, feeling the sun on his face, squinting when his eyes fluttered open. He could feel someone next to him, and he smiled, wanting to hold and cuddle with his lover before they got up and ready for the day. He'd make Logan breakfast, he thought, kiss him while the meal cooked and see the smile on grace his wonderful features.
"Mm, g'morning." The teen rolled over, hoping to see the doctor naked and happy, just like he was. He didn't hope hard enough.
"James." Logan set his hands in his lap, not meeting the pretty boy's eyes.
"You're dressed... Do you have to be at work or something?" James laid his head on the other's thigh, expecting a loving touch in return.
"No, I don't have to be at work." He carded a hand through James' hair, tucking some of it behind his ear, his voice sounding dead.
The teen looked up at him, worry overcoming his body, comfort of the room disappearing little by little, "Logan, what's wrong?"
The doctor ran his thumb over the worry lines between James' brows, sighing at the heart wrenching decision he'd made, the boy's expression making everything worse, "I can't do this anymore."
"What do you mean?" James sat up, holding the sheet around his waist, cupping Logan's cheek in his hand, a soft gasp leaving his lips when the doctor pulled away.
"I-I mean, we can't be doing this anymore. It's not right. I can't see you anymore." Logan said, refusing to look at the teen's face, knowing he'd break as soon as he did.
"But... But, Logan. Why not? Was it something I did? Was I too hard on you in the shower?" James was running through everything that had happened in the past two days, everything since he showed up at Logan's door.
"No, you did nothing wrong. I just can't be in a sexual relationship with you." The doctor said, getting up from the bed.
"W-What?" Was all the teen could stutter out, trying to comprehend what he was being told.
"James... I think you should leave." Logan gestured to the door, letting out a deep breath at the devastated sigh the teen made.
"You think I just wanted sex from you?" The pretty boy asked quietly, not being able to move from his spot.
"Well, you are a hormonal teenager." The doctor shrugged.
"I... No. No, I'm not. This was not just sex for me, it was sp-"
"James, I want you to leave. You're a minor, you're a child. You can't stay here, you can't see me again." Logan cut him off, his voice cold; unforgiving.
James felt sick to his stomach, a heavy pain growing in his chest. His heart was breaking, "Logan, please..."
"No, no more," The doctor looked up at him, into the teen's eyes, "I don't want you anymore."
The taller brunette felt like he'd been stabbed. He couldn't breathe, couldn't move to stop him as Logan walked over to the bedroom door, opening it before turning his head to the side, "Please get dressed, then leave."
And then he left the room, leaving the teen alone. Tears welled in his eyes, then streamed down his cheeks. He couldn't believe after all the kisses, all the touches, that Logan could just break it off like that. James had felt something, something he'd never felt before. He felt special when he was with Logan, he felt safe and... loved.
A sob ripped from his chest as he got dressed in the bathroom, noticing a few hickeys made by the smaller brunette's mouth, knowing they'd be a painful reminder for the next week or so. He wiped his eyes while he fixed his hair, remembering how the doctor had pulled at it, then kissed him all over to say he was sorry for tugging too hard. James choked back another sob, getting himself together before exiting the rooms, walking out into the kitchen where the other brunette sat with his back turned to him.
"I don't know if you felt something, but I did. And I'm not giving up on it; I'll wait for you. Bye, Logie." James whispered into his ear, his voice cracking and wavering. He placed a soft, feather-light kiss to Logan's cheek before backing away and padding over to the door.
Logan heard him leave, a shaky sigh leaving his mouth right after he heard the soft clunk of the wood door closing. Another tear slipped from the corner of his eye, "J-James, I'm sorry. But it's for the best."
"James, are you okay, sweetheart? You've been in there for a while." James' mother knocked on the bathroom door again, concerned for her son who had been in the bathroom for two hours.
"Go away, mom." The teen managed, letting the water of the shower continue to run down his body. His forehead rested against the green tiles, one thing running through his mind, "Why didn't he want me?"
His mother sighed, walking back down the stairs, leaving him be. She thought the friend he was interested in didn't like him in that way, so she just thought he was feeling down about it. It was a lot more than that for James, he was devastated that Logan had broken whatever they had off, and now he didn't know what to do. He let the water run cold until his whole body was shivering, wishing he hadn't done whatever Logan thought was unacceptable so he could be warm in his arms again. But he knew that wouldn't happen, so he forced himself out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before heading off to his room. He had school tomorrow.
James tried to keep a smile the next day at school, not wanting anyone to know that he was depressed. He really didn't want anyone to ask about it, either. He walked down the hall, bunches of students lining the halls, a few of them saying hello, more just smiling and waving. He returned them, even though he felt like he was suffocating from all the people. He had to get to class, then he would be fine. But if Logan hadn't dumped him, he'd feel on top of the world. Logan would have probably picked him up from school.
"Hey, watch where you're going." A guy pushed him, making him falter slightly, pulling him out of his thoughts. James turned to the guy, who gave him a dirty look, waiting for him to say something.
Anger filled the teen's veins, his hands clenching into fists at seeing he had the same shirt Logan had been wearing the day they broke up. It infuriated him, the shirt, gave him more than enough rage. Why wasn't he wanted?
"What are you gonna do? Hit me?" The guy was in his face, jumping around some sort of lunatic, egging him on. It worked.
James landed a right hook to the guy's jaw, pushing him against the lockers before delivering another punch, this time to the stomach. The guy fell to the floor, where James proceeded to kick him. Two pairs of hands where suddenly on him, pulling him back, slamming him against the lockers on the other side of the hall, fists connecting with his sides and stomach. He was too angry to feel the pain, and he didn't care when he pushed the two others into the crowd of people that had surrounded, he was too busy hating that shirt. He didn't realize he'd beaten the guy to a pulp until three more pairs of hands were on him, pulling him up and off.
"What the hell are you doing, Diamond?" His football coach screamed at him, causing him to come out of his daze.
"He pushed me." James said, more calm than he expected. Truthfully, he didn't want to hurt the guy, or Logan, for that matter. He just hated the shirt for the day he'd seen it before, he didn't think of the other student as Logan; he was just frustrated.
"Dr. Mitchell, you have to come see this. He got into a fight at school, and it looks like he was hit by a truck." A nurse led him over to one of the curtains, opening it to see a bloody, beaten teenager laying on the bed, his two friends standing next to him, along with his mother.
"What happened?" Logan asked the patient, moving his friends out of the way to get to the teen's side, helping the nurse stop the bleeding.
"Stupid kid beat me up. What was his name, Rich?" The teen asked his friend, wincing as they bandaged his head.
"Diamond. James Diamond, Chad." Rich answered.
Logan froze. James was on a rampage two days after he'd told him to leave? He couldn't help but feel responsible for the young man's injuries, and he glanced again, noticing he had a similar AC/DC shirt at home.
"Oh." Was all the doctor said.
James ignored his parents as he trudged up the stairs to his room, closing and locking the wooden door before sliding down it, sitting on the floor. It was a sunny day, light shining through the curtains, one hitting him right in the face. The painful memory was showing itself again, it did often; every time he closed his eyes to sleep, every time he showered, every time he went by the hospital on his way to school.
"James, you can't just beat people up. You're going to be eighteen soon, you're not a kid anymore." His mother said from outside, obviously upset with him.
He grabbed the marker, then got up from the plush carpet, crossing off a day on the calender that hung next to his bed. It was the third, just about three months left until his eighteenth birthday. He wouldn't be a kid anymore, but for now he could only wait.
"I know, mom. I'm sorry." He said quietly.
"You should call that friend that turned you down. You should talk to them, you were acting better when you were with them." His mother told him, having no idea how it made him feel.
"I-I can't call him. He doesn't want me anymore." He sniffled, those emotions building up again, spilling over in the form of tears.
"Oh, baby. Why wouldn't he want you?" Her voice softened instantly, caring and loving again like normal.
"I don't know. I-I think I did something wrong." He sobbed, covering his face with his hands, "But I don't know what."
