"Best man duties official suck!" I slammed the front door and saw Logan look up from his grade book and a stack of paper. He took his glasses off and set them on the wood of the kitchen table.

"Something on your mind baby?" I walked past him into the kitchen and swung the fridge door open. I reached in and grabbed a beer. He sighed and I popped off the top putting it back and letting the sweet delicious liquid run down my throat. "So what did Carlos do now?" I put the half empty bottle on the counter and unzipped my jacket.

"First…I get to their apartment a little late because unfortunately I have a freaking life!" He nodded and I began pacing in the kitchen. "So I get yelled at for that. Then James has to leave because of the stupid tradition of not seeing each other the night before and I'm left with bridezilla who fucking bossed me around all God damn night! Do this…do that! Make sure all the guest know its very formal! Make sure you get everything taken care of while sit on my ass and continue to boss you around!" I threw my hand sup and saw out of the corner of my eye, Logan covering his mouth trying to hide his fit of laughter. "What?" He closed his eyes and shook his head laughing. "It's not funny Logan! He's being a dick! I don't want to do it any more! I want nothing to do with this wedding!" He sighed and stood up, grabbing an empty mug.

"Babe…he has every right to be this way. He's getting married."

"I don't care! That's not how you treat your supposed best friend! It's bullshit!" He poured in still steaming hot tea into his mug and turned to me eyebrows raised.

"Do you know how unbelievably sexy it is to hear you cuss like that?" I folded my arms over my chest and shook my head. "How simply fuckable you look so upset?"

"Logan…" He put up his hand and shook his head.

"After 7 o'clock tomorrow night, you wont have to ever worry about their wedding again, because it will be over, which means this little fit you just had…was for not." He put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Now…go…take a bath or something. Calm down and relax." I put my arms down and nodded. I tore off my jacket and tossed it on one of the kitchen chairs and walked back into the bedroom, tearing off my clothes.

5 minutes later I stepped into the tub, hot and bubbling with avender bubbles. I sat in loving the feel of the warmth on my cold skin. I put my head back at first and closed my eyes completely happy and content. But then I remembered the frayed book of paper sitting on the toilet seat. I reached over drying my hands and grabbed it, automatically smiling. I sat back and flipped through the pages until I found the last spot I was in. I sighed out and scanned the black words, on the white page until I spotted the paragraph I left off on.

"Everything in my body was forcing me to get up, and leave. Every thought running through my head was screaming at me to wake up and run. This wasn't going to end well for me. I had put my heart on my sleeve and now was paying the price. He had ripped out my heart and ate it, not even thinking twice. I wasn't sure if I felt the same. I was scared I would be hurt, again, and I didn't know if I could handle that.

As if he could read my mind, he looked up at me and gave a small smile, not showing teeth but just turning up the sides of his mouth. I swallowed hard and looked away trying to force myself to change my mind. But my mind was set. I had to have him. I needed him. And one way or another I was going to have him."

I closed the book, looked to the bathroom door and watched Logan walk in, half naked. He stopped, leaned against the counter and sighed seeing the book in my hands.

"Room for one more?" I grinned ear to ear and nodded. I set the book back on the toilet and he unzipped his pants, pulling them down with his boxers. He yawned, clearly exhausted from grading midterms. A plus of dating your English professor? He graded my test first and handed it back to me, telling me how proud he was. I wasn't. I got a b. If anyone still thought we were doing this so I could get a good grade, they were mistaken.

I watched him step one foot in and shiver putting the other in. I lifted my legs and pushed them to the sides of the tub. He sat down cupping water in his hands and putting it over his body. When he was ready, he finally laid down between my legs, our soft dicks touching and putting his head on my chest under my chin.

"God I loves baths." I laughed and put my head back closing my eyes.

"I love you Logie." He sighed and both arms wrapped around my back. "When did you start writing that book."

"Last year. But for the longest time I went through some serious writers block up until just like…two months ago. Why?" I traced up and down his spin and shrugged my shoulders.

"Just curious. Who is it about?"

"Well first it's about James and everything I went through with him. But after that I didn't know what else to write about. Then I met you, and now I have a finished book. How far are you?"

"I have a few more chapters." He sighed and nodded against my chest. "So your telling me im your muse?" He lifted his head and I opened my eyes looking down at him. His expression was blank and it kind of worried me.

"Muse…yeah. That sounds right." He put his head back and I chuckled. "Even before we started dating…i…you were always on my mind. From the very first day you took that seat in my class ws completely drawn to you."

"Right back at you handsome." He laughed and turned his head slightly to kiss my chest. It sent shivers up and down my spine and I let out soft moan. His lips moved p mu chest until the met my neck. I ran my hand sup through his hair and gave a soft tug. He pushed up forcefully attacking my lips.

The rest went by in a blur. I don't know if its because of the heat of the water or just how unstable this man made me. We had sex…condom less sex in the tub and it felt fantastic. He was bouncing on top of me, making water and bubbles splash everywhere. I didn't last long and neither did he which was completely fine for both of us. He got out first wrapping a towel around his waist. I unplugged the tub, panting feeling dizzy and got out, letting him dry me. When I was completely dry, he walked me out into the room and handed me a pair of boxers and a plain grey shirt. I climbed into bed, quick and watched him cry himself, before getting into a pair of sweats and nothing else. He went itno the living room, shut everything off locked everything up and walked back into the room.

"I just realized something." I sat up and looked at him as he opened the window just a crack. "Their getting married on Christmas Eve."

"Babe…seriously?" He laughed and jumped into the bed, well on my lap and pushed me back. "And you're a Yale professor?" He pinched my left nipple and I laughed rolling onto my side bringing him down with me. We tangled our legs together and i pulled him into my chest. "You have an alarm set right? Don't want to upset Princess Carlos…" He nodded and pulled the blanket over us.

"Yupp set for 6. I'm so glad I don't have to deal with Carlos. James is completely calm about this whole thing." I nodded, already drifting into sleep.

I hadn't had that good night of sleep in a really long time. Unfortunately when I woke up my good night seep was turned to shit, quick. I sat up, groggy and sore form staying in the same position all night. I turned and saw the three red lights on the night stand clock and turned away yawning. When I stopped I turned back around and almost had a heart attack. I started shaking Logan, still looking at the clock.

"No Kendall…let em sleep."

"Logan!" I turned to him and he opened his eyes sitting up fast and hard.

"What? What's wrong?!" I pointed to the clock but before he had time to say anything there were 4 loud sharp bangs on the front door.

"Logan Mitchell! You're fucking late!" Logan groaned hearing James and got out of bed quick rubbing his eyes. I turned back to the clock and cringed thinking of how pissed Carlos would be.

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