It had been about three months from the breakup when Logan got a call, "You should come to the school and teach these kids to be safe." The principal of the local high school had called the hospital, convincing the doctor to be a substitute for their sexual education class. Logan accepted, thinking he could do some help around the community.
When he arrived at the school, it was a nice, sunny day, most of the students outside for their free class. He walked up the stone steps of the school, pulling open the heavy red door, the smell of pencil shavings and teenage hormones engulfing him as he made his way down the tiled hallway.
"Dr. Mitchell." The principal greeted, running into him, holding out his hand to shake.
"Hello, Mr. Patricks." Logan smiled, shaking his hand, "When does class start?"
"Next class is yours; room 403." Principal Patricks pointed toward the stairs, "You should be able to find it easily."
"Thank you." Logan said, going up the stairs, chuckling at a few students sliding down the railings. He wondered if James ever did that, but he pushed the thought away.
The doctor padded down the hall, moving out of the way for a few groups of students, fixing the strap on his bag a few times. He looked along the line of lockers, spotting his old one. He looked around, seeing he was alone in the hallway. He smiled and walked over to it, trying to remember his combination. He tried a few, mumbling to himself about which number it was or wasn't.
"What the hell are you doing to my locker?" A voice said from behind him, making him jump.
"I'm sorry," He turned, and wasn't ready with the hazel eyes that met his, "J-James."
James actually had to back up a step, the intoxicating smell of Logan's cologne and his perfect face being too much for him in that moment, "W-What are you doing here?"
So many emotions were running through the smaller brunette's body, heart rate faster and pounding in his chest; he suddenly felt hot all over. He wanted to push him up against the lockers and fuck him, hold him, have him in his arms again.
"I-I..." He pointed to a classroom, "Teaching today."
"...What class?"
"Sex Ed."
James' eyes widened; he had that class next. His brain was working a mile a minute, trying to figure out ways to get out of the class... But did he really want to get out of it? He was seeing Logan again, the thing he'd been waiting for. He looked so good; fantastic, just like he always did. He couldn't bring himself to look Logan in the eyes, though, remembering what was said to him and how it made him feel.
"Oh, okay. Well... See you in class." The teen said, resisting the urge to touch him in some way; any way. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, quickly walking back down the hallway into his current class.
Logan nodded and let out a deep breath, watching him walk away, not being able to help himself as he stared at the teen's ass. He shook his head, walking into classroom 403, flipping on the lights. He could work with this.
Soon, the bell shrilled out, signalling all the students go to their respective classes. Logan sat at the teacher's desk, watching his students file in the room, some of which he knew, some he didn't. He sat up more in his chair when James walked in, slipping back into his dark blue coverup, hiding his gray wife-beater and those amazing tan shoulders. A second bell was rung, and Logan wondered what it meant.
"It means you start class now, Doc." One of the male students said, putting his clinky black biker boots up on his own desk, crossing his legs and fixing his leather jacket.
"Thank you, Mr. Schmidt." Logan nodded, standing, writing his own name on the board so the students wouldn't forget.
"You're a doctor?" One of the other male students asked, smirk coming to his lips. James knew the kid as Adam, he was a trouble maker.
"Yes, I am." Logan nodded, grabbing papers out of his bag. He went through the lesson, earning embarrassed faces a few laughs, even a whistle or two when he talked about the actual acting out element of sex. He stole multiple glances at James throughout the lesson, seeing the teen already looking at him.
James would always look away when he saw the doctor caught him, and he would shift in his seat, trying to hide and be comfortable with his cock standing at half mast. He just couldn't stop himself from getting excited, not with the way Logan looked or how he talked, especially when he said he word lust.
"Alright, um... Any questions?" Logan asked, rubbing his hands together as a few hands were raised. He picked on the student that earlier asked him if he was a doctor.
"Do you really follow all those rules you talked about?" He asked, looking smug.
"No, not always." Logan was honest, earning a few gasps, James looking unsurprised. He gave a smile before picking someone else.
"What's your preference? Girls or guys?" A girl asked, licking her lips and eying the doctor closely.
"I'm more prominent to men." He told the truth again, catching James watching him again, the girl pouting and sitting back in her seat.
"He likes the cock!" The Schmidt boy clapped, throwing his head back and making a howling noise, causing a few to scoff, a few to laugh, one of them being Logan.
"Thank you, Kendall." The doctor smiled, picking on the Adam kid again since he had his hand up.
"Ever fucked a patient?" Adam asked, still looking smug.
It took Logan a moment to comprehend that this Adam was a little prick, "No, I haven't."
James rolled his eyes, even though he was happy he hadn't said yes. But he still felt like he didn't matter to Logan anymore, and that hurt more than it should have. The teen sat up straight in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Logan noticed, letting his glance slip for a moment before it was back on Adam who was asking him another question.
"So, if you like cock, do you have like, faggot orgies and stuff?" Adam asked just to be insulting.
Logan was offended, and it obviously showed on his face before he hid it with a smug expression. He moved around the desk, walking over and pushing Adam's leg off the desk before setting his hands on it and leaning over so he was face to face with the student.
"Yeah, all the time. Why? You wanna come to one?" Logan said, using a seductive voice, finger tracing the line of his jaw. He watched Adam's eyes widen, and the teen shook his head quickly, leaning away from his hand.
Logan nodded, standing up straight, giving the class a smile. Laughter erupted from the students, Adam making an unhappy expression and yelling for them to shut up. The loudest laughing came from Kendall, who gave Adam a playful punch to the shoulder before roaring with laughter at the expression he made.
The doctor walked back over to his desk, starting to erase the board, James going back to watching him instead of anyone else. He was wishing Logan was wearing a different shirt, one that he couldn't tuck into his trousers so when he leaned up, he'd get to see a silver of that perfect pale skin.
The bell shrilled again, breaking through the laughter, class being over. Groans and 'Aww's were heard, then the shuffle of chairs and backpacks being picked up. Logan watched as his one-time students left the room, chuckling as Kendall stuck his tongue in Adam's ear while they walked, Adam freaking out and ducking away. James got his things together, seeing the doctor wave to the kids before starting to put his papers back into his bag.
"Logan, I need to talk to you." The teen said, walking up to the desk like he would any other teacher, finding what he became used to annoying.
"Yes, Mr. Diamond?" Logan inquired, not looking at him.
It hurt to be back to 'Mr. Diamond', but he thought maybe Logan thought there were still students in the room, "Logan, you can stop now. They're gone."
The smaller brunette looked up when he heard the classroom door close, seeing James walking back over to him, the muscles in his arms flexing, chest rising and falling... He remembered how the teen looked in the shower when Logan asked to be fucked against the wall, his breathing was so labored when he... No, he should not be thinking about that. He shouldn't be noticing a teenager like that. He was twenty-two; he did not want to further make himself a pedophile.
"Logan, I really do need to talk to you-" James started again.
"James, look. I already told you that we can't see each other. It was wrong what we did, and I am not risking my career." The doctor cut him off again, holding a hand up for him to stop.
"But, Logan, you've got to hear me out. I felt something when I was with you, and I've never felt it before. Now, I don't know if you-"
"I didn't."
The teen felt his heart start to break again, but he needed to tell him the good news. He forced himself to keep standing there, watching him stuff papers into his bag, and couldn't help but hate how he wasn't even looking at him.
"You don't even have enough respect to look at me while I talk to you?" James spat before he could stop himself, crossing his arms over his chest.
Logan looked up at him, "We're not having a conversation. You are trying to get back into my pants, and it's best if we both just stop now. You should just stop now."
"No, Logan. I'm not going to stop. I wanted to talk to you; I miss you, damn it. Why didn't you want me, huh? Was I not good enough for you? The first time you were bottom, I wanted to make it the best you'd ever had, and I tried so goddamn hard. Why wouldn't you want me if I did that? Why didn't you want me, Logan?" James desperately wanted to know. He'd been waiting and wondering for months, going over everything that could be wrong with him, which caused a blow to his self-esteem last month.
"Stop it! We are not having this conversation, James!" Logan was angry; he didn't want to remember the taller brunette like this, he wanted to remember him that beautiful person on the bed, sleeping soundly in complete bliss. He couldn't have that now.
"Yes, we are! And seriously, what was today about? You have the balls to admit you don't always use a condom, but you won't admit to fucking me? Are you that ashamed of me? What's so wrong with me, Logan? What did I do?" James was screaming, and he didn't care. He so angry at him, so despising of the wonderful person in front of him that he forgot what he was there to tell him.
"You were too perfect! I couldn't fucking keep you!" Logan yelled at him, looking the teen right in the eye.
James' expression softened instantly, "What?"
Logan's eyes widened, and he threw his bag over his shoulder, quickly moving around James and exiting the room, feeling like he'd been hit by a bus.
It was raining when James arrived home. He threw his backpack against the wall in a frenzy, tripping up the stairs, kicking the wall accidentally as he got to the top of the stairs. He burst into his room, greedily grabbing the calender off of his wall, the tack falling somewhere, he didn't care. His mother thought he was crazy when she saw him run down the first half of the top stairs, then jump over the railing and skipping the others.
"James, what are you doing?" She asked quickly, worried as he tripped over himself to get to the front door.
"Going to that friend's house." He shouted back to her, running into the rain, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Logan was at home, house warm and quiet, patter of the hard rain outside sounding gentle from where he was. He was thinking about James again, and he couldn't help but remember the way his face softened, looking almost like he lov-
A loud bang on his front door brought him abruptly out of his thoughts, making him jump. He walked to get it, the loud banging never stopping until he opened the door. It was James; he was drenched from head to toe, clothes clinging to his body, hair matted to his forehead, body shaking from the cold. He looked out of breath, his cheeks red and chest heaving, looking like he was having heart palpitations.
"Logan." He breathed out his name, looking into those beautiful brown orbs as he held out the soaked calender.
The doctor took it haphazardly, looking at the month they were in, seeing big black X's over all the days that had already gone by, one circled and crossed out; today's date. Logan looked up at him, wondering what it meant to James, and why it was so important that he'd have to run in the rain to show him.
"I-It's my birthday, Logie." He said shakily, not stuttering from the cold.
Logan didn't think twice before he pulled the birthday boy into his house, slamming their lips together forcefully, James encouraging it as he pressed his soaked body into the smaller's, finally feeling like he could breathe again.
