A/N: Okay so I've had a massive head cold preventing me from thinking as of late. I woke up at 3PM the other day… then fell asleep from 8 to 11 after that… basically I've gotten my fair share of sleep. And then I got into the mess of helping out at a summer math camp… being in Calculus doesn't mean that I remember back far enough to help with simple pre-algebra.
On a lighter note, I did start to feel better today (currently June 7th at 3AM; I get the feeling that listening to a ton of Michelle Branch and Owl City helped cure me), and I'm happy to report that I should be thinking straight enough to get up another chapter other than this one this week.
There's a little bit of adult theme in this chapter near the first page break (like 6 paragraphs up from it). Just skip it if you really want to, but I wouldn't if I was just reading this and someone else was writing it.
Well, in the spirit of writing, let's get this theoretical show on the proverbial road!
Chapter VI- Dreams of Adoration
It had been a month and a half since the day Logan had kissed my lips and sealed our relationship. We were still going strong, but this was the point where I felt something was about to go wrong. Every morning lately I would wake up enveloped in his warm embrace, and although I would feel loved and completely happy, I would also have some sort of nagging suspicion that a fog was coming down in our relationship. Something that was keeping us from seeing each other completely straight. I would push that thought to the back of my mind and prop myself up on my elbows, glancing down at him and chuckling as he shifted and awoke.
"Morning Carli," he yawned, not even able to finish the cute pet name that everyone used to use but he now claimed as his own. I smiled brightly at him, and simply lay back down next to him, feeling his arms wrap around my half-bare form again. "You ready for another eventful day at Rocque Records?" he asked with a quick smirk. He was baiting me, tempting me to spray out expletives about Gustavo, or Mr. X, or the studio, or dancing, because of what had happened the day before. He really loved my…. colorful… vocabulary.
I scowled and groaned angrily at the memory. We were working on the dance to our next hit, "The City is Ours", for an extra special video that would be making a premier worldwide in a few weeks. I had to do a back flip in the middle of the song, and I had barely even learned to do it correctly. Logan tried to help me learn to flip right (he was actually a star gymnast back at our school in Minnesota before he joined hockey), but I would still mess up and land wrong, falling off of my feet and onto my face. Gustavo got really angry when we were in the middle of the song and I fell flat on my face, just yelling and screaming a few words that would shock a longshoreman as Logan, Kendall, and James checked to see if I was okay. It was the sixth time that day that I had fucked up the landing and hit my forehead on the floor, and Gustavo just got angrier with each time I hit the floor.
"DO IT AGAIN!" he shouted from the sound booth. Kelly looked on from behind him, genuinely concerned for my health and safety. I had definitely hit my head pretty hard with the last one, and since this was going to be in a music video I wasn't allowed to wear my helmet during practice. Something about how "If I wore it during practice I wouldn't know how to dance without it on" or some bullshit like that.
After four more faceplants I finally landed it correctly, causing Gustavo to cry out in happiness right after, causing all four of us to fall off balance and land in a heap on the floor. Of course I was on the bottom, my head smacking against the cold wood. Kelly had cancelled the rest of the practice for the day, fearing that I would get and concussion or suffer severe head trauma or become a vegetable.
"We're going to miss breakfast if you don't hurry hun," I heard in my ear. I shook my head, sending the flashback away, realizing that I was sitting alone on Logan's bed in just my bright yellow and red striped boxers with the brunette boy staring me in the eyes. He had apparently gotten fully dressed and was doing his hair blindly while gazing into my half closed eyes. "You went away to La-La-Land for a while, and since you weren't responding to anything else I decided to motivate you. With food." He knows me so well.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going," I responded lazily, standing up and stretching my arms up to the ceiling. I was rudely interrupted in the middle of the action when I felt one of Logan's fingers jab me in the center of my stomach. I gave him a quick glare (not an angry one, a "why did you do that" sort of glare), but he ignored it and pressed his lips against my own. We stayed plastered together for about a minute, my lips moving with his, but he eventually pulled his face away from mine. I groaned at the loss, and he simply winked and smiled brilliantly at me, the fingers on his right hand tracing lines on my somewhat defined abs.
"I'm going out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, you go ahead and get dressed," he instructed me, to which I gave a curt nod. "I picked out an outfit for you, it's sitting on the counter in the bathroom," he added.
"Yes sir," I replied, puffing out my chest and saluting him as if he were an army commander addressing the troops. He just rolled his eyes at me and turned to leave the room. I stood still for a few more seconds, watching him leave, before remembering my current situation.
Get dressed. Right.
I walked into the bathroom and looked down at the counter in front of me, looking for the clothes Logan mentioned. I spotted them at the edge, but decided to leave them alone until I finished my morning routine. I shaved. I brushed my teeth. I took a tiny bit of Logan's gel and spiked my hair up in the now signature Carlos fashion. Once I finally finished I looked more closely at the pieces Logan had chosen for me to wear.
Clean boxers? Normal. Bleach white socks? Normal. Dark blue jeans, a little faded? Normal. What caught my eye was the shirt, which was sitting on the bottom.
It was pink. FUCKING PINK. I picked it up and examined it more. A long sleeved, form-fitting, completely spotless flamingo pink v-neck shirt. The v-shape extended down to meet the center of my chest, right over my heart. Even though I was frowning on the outside, I smiled inwardly. The shirt was, in a word, perfect. I slipped it on, admiring how it hugged my body. I rolled the sleeves up to about the middle of my forearm, smiling widely at my reflection. I felt sexy to say the least.
Walking out of the bathroom confidently, I wandered over to my nightstand and grabbed my watch. I stopped to decide on which necklace would match the new shirt, and I settled for the one with a single shark tooth on a leather cord that I had bought at a street faire a couple years earlier. I then exited the bedroom, ready to confront the day.
Mama Knight glanced over at me from the table to say good morning, then did a double take.
"…Carlos?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Are you okay, that's not normally what you would wear," she asked, with a skeptical look on her face. She had never seen me wear any bright colors other than orange in my life, especially not pink. This was new to her.
"Actually," I started with a smirk, "I feel fabulous." I drew out the last word, making sure to drag it on as long as I could without sounding completely ridiculous. The word just sounded right to describe my mood.
"Pink is totally his color mom," I heard Katie say from the other end of the table. We all laughed at that. Logan walked in seconds later, carrying two plates with chocolate chip pancakes stacked high on them, but he froze upon laying his eyes on me in his choice of clothing.
'I guess he likes what he sees,' I thought happily.
I posed for him, sticking my hands in my pockets and tipping my head a little bit backward before showing off a smile full of white teeth. The plates clattered to the floor (thank god they were plastic), and his jaw dropped at the sight. He just stood still, trying to start a coherent sentence but failing. My smile grew wider at the sight of the most intelligent person in the household being lost for words.
"LOGAN!" Mama Knight yelled, snapping him out of his stupor.
"Shoot," he sighed, staring at the sugary, doughy mess on the floor around his feet. He leaned down to start cleaning up, and I swiftly walked over and bent down to offer my aid. As soon as I came into his line of sight he froze up again, me not being sure if it was a good or bad thing. I waved my hand in front of his eyes and he shook his head back and forth before staring into my eyes. Leaning in close, he brought his lips close to my ears.
"I have never wanted you more than right now," he whispered in my ear seductively, sending a shiver running up and down my spine. Logan never talked dirty, and it was a thrill to hear him blatantly asking me for sex. He leaned back again and looked right in my eyes, his own pupils blown wide with lust.
"You have no idea how much I've wanted you," I replied. I wanted nothing more than for him to pull me to our bedroom and take me right at that instant. I felt my member begin to perk up, and I used all of my willpower to try to force it down. Let's just say I failed. Logan obviously noticed, licking his lips as he watched the bulge grow in my rapidly tightening pants. He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against my own and his hand palming my erection before he trailed his mouth down my chin and onto my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as he increased the pressure of his mouth on my neck and while his hand began to grasp my crotch more tightly.
That's when I heard someone clear his throat from behind me. My eyes immediately snapped open and I looked up to see Kendall standing over the two of us, James leaning on his shoulder. Both of them had a smirk on their face that was full of awe and embarrassment and that obviously said "I can't believe you two just did that." I felt a rush of air from my front turning to see Logan sprinting for the kitchen. I gave the pair a quick glare before I ran after him, and upon entering the kitchen I saw him washing the dishes he had dropped furiously, his face red as a fire truck. There were tears streaming down his face.
He knew he had gone over the line, and although it had been a massive turn on to have him dominate me like he had been trying for those few minutes, I knew that he was devastated. He was so embarrassed about being caught in such a moment of passion and what he probably thought of as bad decisions. It was my turn to be his rock. Walking to be behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my chin on his shoulder. I rocked us back and forth gently, whispering in his ear.
"I still love you Logie, don't worry."
"But I took it too far…"
"No, you didn't. I was ready; it just wasn't the right place or the right time. I promise you that I'll be just as ready next time," I said softly. He turned his head to face my own, looking me directly in the eyes. Seeing the sincerity in my gaze, he smiled, wiped the tears away, and finished the dishes.
We had to settle for strawberry pop-tarts that morning since Logan spilled our pancakes and didn't have enough time to make new ones. Or at least what was advertised as "strawberry". They were horrible; disgusting; repulsive; mostly because they were dry and flavorless. I couldn't tell why anyone would willingly eat them. Glancing over at Katie and seeing two of them sitting on her plate, I gagged silently. Did she really eat these pieces of cardboard every morning?
The ride to Rocque Records was silent. Awkwardly silent even. Neither Kendall nor James had mentioned my clothing yet that morning. Strangely, the dominance in Logan's and my relationship had switched hands for a while, as I was the one cradling Logan in my arms, I was the one whispering sweet nothings into my lover's ear, and I was the one who had a dozing forehead nestled in the crook of my neck as I held the rest of his body. I would glance across and seeing Kendall smirking at me with the occasional raised eyebrow and James staring out the window as if deep in thought.
When we arrived we were quickly ushered onto the dance floor. Kelly complimented my wardrobe before closing the door behind me and disappearing into the sound booth.
"Dogs," we heard Gustavo say unusually calmly. Something was up. "I hope we don't have any problems like yesterday, because I got two things that should serve as motivation."
"And what would those be?" Kendall asked, the defiance in his voice clear as ever. "Are you going to threaten to take away our pool privileges or something?"
"Don't give him ideas!" I hissed at Kendall angrily, almost tackling him to the ground.
"WORSE!" Gustavo yelled from the booth. We covered our ears as microphone feedback sounded through the studio. "Freight Train has something that is quite precious to you," he threatened with a cruel smile. All four of us turned to look at Freight Train over in the corner of the room. I let loose a high-pitched scream of terror.
"SWIRLY!" I wailed, hearing Gustavo cackling in the background. Freight Train was standing next to a large cart with the pieces of our amazing yellow swirly slide resting on it. I turned back to Gustavo and stared daggers at him, my anger almost tangible. Logan, Kendall, and James all backed away a little bit, sensing the anger flowing out of me. Gustavo was unfazed.
"And if that isn't enough, I had those beauties imported especially for all of you!" he laughed madly, pointing behind us.
"You're not really going to lock them inside of Iron Maidens if they don't do this right, are you?" Kelly asked, the concern and confusion clear in her voice.
"Only if they really do it wrong. Now dogs, dance!"
Needless to say, we perfected the dance that day. No Iron Maidens or whatever they were, no painful head cracks, and no more kidnapped Swirly. The ride back to the Palm Woods was pleasant, Logan retaking his dominant role in our relationship by cradling me in his arms and whispering about his fantasies that we could never live out as we rode in the limo. I chuckled at a few, some of them were completely ridiculous.
The four of us spent the rest of the day relaxing on the orange couch of 2J and watching television. Nobody mentioned that morning or my clothing for a few hours before James spoke up.
"So what up with the sudden pink Carlos?" he randomly asked during a commercial break. I glanced over at him, then down to my shirt, and finally back to James.
"I don't know where the shirt actually came from, but Logan picked my outfit today," I answered. That was pretty much the extent of my knowledge of the pink shirt. Other than that it made Logan absolutely crazy with lust the first time he saw it on me.
"Well it looks good on you," Kendall complimented. I thanked him graciously. "You may become the new face with looks like those," he quickly added with a trademark Knight smirk, James looking at him in disbelief.
"I agree with that completely," Logan nodded, relishing in the look on James' face, who looked back and forth between the two of them repeatedly before pulling out his mirror and lucky comb.
"How could he be the face when I look like a God?" James asked frantically, moving his hands up and down in his regular little jazz-hands gesture. Kendall, Logan, and I laughed and conceded that he could still be the face of the band, causing him to calm down. We stayed on the couch for pretty much the rest of the day, only getting up to go to the bathroom or get food and once it was time for bed.
Logan invited me to take a before-bed shower with him, but I sadly turned him down, saying that I would take one in the morning. He pouted at me, trying to catch me with puppy eyes, but they didn't work. I was immune. After ten minutes he joined me in bed, and I placed myself up against him. He wrapped his arms around me and quickly fell asleep. I was dragged into unconsciousness shortly after him, happy that I was in his embrace upon drifting into sleep. However, I quickly took an unhappy turn. This wasn't a nice night for dreaming.
A/N: And so finishes the chapter that was never supposed to be! Haha, this chapter wasn't actually planned, but I felt that the next planned chapter didn't fit in with how the plot was going, so I added a little more fluff and relationship development. Don't worry, there will be a lot more suggestive themes in later chapters (definitely in 12 and/or 13, but possibly earlier).
I hope that you guys can actually imagine the outfit I detailed on him. Honestly that outfit absolutely makes this chapter for me (I think it's so cute!), and just getting to use the idea earlier than I had planned to before was also nice.
Well, the next few chapters is where the adversity begins! Please review, this chapter kinda built itself off the cuff, and I really hope it turned out well even though it was written from 3AM to 5AM.
Until next time, this is me signing off! Have a good one!