A/N: So… Merry Christmas! I promised myself that this would be finally finished and uploaded by today. If I didn't keep this promise to myself, I would probably explode since I've been trying at this this for so long. I would suggest that you reread some part of this story if you don't remember what it's about.
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Chapter XI - Dreams of Love
A month passed. The two of us had fallen asleep on the couch once again; it's still an awful idea, I woke up sore as hell. However, no matter if we slept on the couch or in the bed, I woke up each morning wrapped in my boyfriend's arms. It wasn't all just a dream; Logan was back in my life, and we were completely happy together once more.
I struggled to turn over in his grasp, glancing at the digital clock on the coffee table. 10:13. I turned back again, placing my face into the crook of his neck and breathing deeply as I closed my eyes again, his scent soothing. 'Maybe just five more minutes…' However, my brain suddenly urged me to look back at the clock again for some reason. Maybe it was one of those subconscious things Logan always talks about.
The date that the clock showed surprised me. Four months earlier on that day Logan kissed me for the first time. Our four-month anniversary (although I was counting the days of separation, so it was more like three and a half months of actual togetherness… oh well). I almost couldn't believe that it had been that long, but I knew that I had to do something super special, and I was quick to think of exactly what. I smiled widely and nuzzled my head into his chest again, giggling like a little kid when I noticed that he was waking up. His deep brown eyes opened slowly, and he looked down into my own with a grin.
"Good morning handsome." I blushed at the complement, sliding up to place my forehead against his.
"If I'm handsome, that must makes you too good for words," I returned, wrapping one arm underneath him and placing my other hand behind his neck.
"Oh, I'm just normal, you're the wonderful one." I chuckled under my breath.
"Hey, don't get yourself down. Now stop talking and kiss me." Logan just laughed quietly to himself, tipping his head to take my lips with his own. I sighed happily into the kiss, lips moving with his for a short while until I felt his tongue ask for entry. I was going to grant it, but heard footsteps coming down the hall, so I separated from him and sat up a bit. Kendall walked in moments later, James following directly behind him, both of them in swimsuits. The two looked over to us, each one grabbing their towel that was sitting on the kitchen counter.
"Hey look, the two sleeping beauties are finally awake," James laughed, nudging Kendall's shoulder. The blond smiled, watching Logan sit up next to me.
"You two missed breakfast, so you've gotta make something yourselves. Also, Gustavo wants us in the studio at 2 so make sure you're ready to go when we get back from the pool." I was more struck by the missing breakfast than by Gustavo making us work on a weekend, just staring at Kendall in disbelief. He shook his head, an exasperated smile on his face. "Carlos, you aren't going to die from having breakfast a couple hours late."
"You don't know that."
"Whatever. We'll see you two in about three hours. Come on James, time for some sun."
"Wait," Logan said, causing the two to turn back to face him. "Where are Mrs. Knight and Katie?"
"Out somewhere. Can we go now?"
"…fine."
Once the door closed behind the two, I turned back to Logan, seeing him attempt to get up. I gave him a look of confusion, and he stared back into my eyes with a grin on his face. His dimples were just as adorable as always. "I'll make breakfast while you go get dressed in something different, okay?" I nodded happily, jumping up and grabbing his hand to pull him toward the kitchen. Once all the ingredients were out, I kissed him lightly on the cheek and walked toward our bedroom.
It had been quite a few weeks since I had worn that pink shirt. That was probably because it always made me think of Logan's original reaction to it and in the last few weeks there was no way I could feel good thinking about Logan and how much I missed him. I smiled happily as I remembered back to that day. It was the one where Logan… well, let's just say he let his emotions get out of hand while people were present. I just wondered what his reaction would be this time.
I changed my boxers and then slipped into the shirt and a pair of dark jeans, quietly walking out of the room and toward the kitchen. My arms wrapped underneath his from behind, and I felt a chuckle vibrate through his body. He turned around, a look of surprise taking over him features. I smirked.
"Happy anniversary Logie." He licked his lips, eyes growing wide. His pupils dilated heavily, and he swallowed before leaning in and whispering in my ear.
"You, me, bedroom, now," was the first thing he said. The harshness of his voice sent a tingle up my spine, but I managed to keep my smirk up.
"What about breakfast?" I asked, a sarcastic quirk in my voice. He smirked and groped at the front of my jeans, making me moan loudly. The brunet reached backward and turned off the stove.
"I'm pretty sure that if you wanted breakfast then you wouldn't have worn that. Now, on to more pressing matters." A hand wrapped around my neck, pulling my face forward to give me a deep kiss. The brunet moved his hips, rubbing his quite obvious erection against my steadily growing one. I moaned again, lips separating to allow his tongue inside. We had a short battle for dominance, his tongue winning quickly and tangling with mine even afterwards. His hands roamed down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it slowly upward with small touches ghosting over my sides. I broke away, leaving him with a confused expression until he felt me start to tug him to the bedroom.
Within a minute I was laying face up on the bed with Logan on his hands and knees above me, our mouths connected and moving quickly against each other's. Somehow our shirts had managed to disappear in the short time it took to reach the bed, my hands roaming across his back and pulling him closer down to me. One of his hands lifted from the bed, coming up to caress the side of my face. His lips detached from mine, only to latch onto the side of my neck, sending waves of pleasure jolting through my body. I began to fiddle with the button of his jeans, moaning with satisfaction when I felt him bite down on my neck and the button go through the hole.
Once the button was open, some instinct triggered inside of me. The next second, I found myself on top of him, Logan's eyes wide from both confusion and lust. One of my hands held me up as the other one reached down under the waistband of his jeans to grab his erection through his boxers. My head shot down to crash my lips to his, forcing my tongue through and asserting my new dominant mindset. My mouth only lingered against his for a couple of seconds, tongue trailing along his face to his right ear. My lips wrapped around his earlobe, giving it a harsh suck and little nibbles.
"Oh my god," I heard him moan loudly to the room, his nails digging into my back. My hand began to move up and down him shaft, rubbing him through his boxers, eliciting another moan from the boy beneath me. "Where has this Carlos been hiding?" he asked, eyes shutting tight as I released his earlobe. I brought my lips back down to his, initiating a quick kiss before replying.
"I guess there just hasn't been a reason for this Carlos yet." I started to make my way down his body, leaving small kisses in my wake and never letting up on roughly stroking him through the now damp cloth of his underwear. I stopped at one of his nipples, taking the hardened nub into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it before continuing downward, getting a pleasured groan in response to the stimulation I was providing. I delivered one kiss to each of his abs, then pulled my hand away from his boxers, pulling his jeans and boxers off with one swift motion.
My hand returned to his cock, which was now open to the heated air of the room and standing proudly before me. I licked my lips once, moving my hand up and down a couple times before replacing it with my mouth.
"Carlos~." I went down slowly, attempting to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. I pulled back up at the point where I couldn't go any further, my gag reflex stopping me from getting all the way to the base. Once I was at the tip again, I repeated the action, beginning to bob my head up and down. I looked upward at one point to see the brunet's head tilted back, mouth wide open, and brown eyes closed tightly, his knuckles turning white as they fisted the sheets beneath him. He moaned my name again, and I bobbed up and down a few more times, then pulling my head up and off his length. I ran my hand up and down it once more, dipping my thumb into the slit to pick up some of the pre-cum that was collecting there and spreading it down his dick.
By this point, my own member was aching for freedom. With one final stroke, I stood up and removed the remainder of my own clothing and crawled up the bed on top of him. I connected our lips together once more, pushing my tongue into his mouth and easily winning the quick clash for dominance. I have no idea where this dominant personality came from, but apparently Logan likes it by the way the he was bucking his hips up to meet my own. My fingers roamed up and down his body, two of them coming to rest at his lips when I broke the kiss.
"Suck," I commanded, his mouth opening happily to take the two digits. When they were properly coated, I brought them down to his ass, taking his lips back with mine in the process. I circled his hole with my fingers once before slowly pushing one in, reveling at the feeling of him biting down on my lower lip as the finger slipped inside of him. I felt my finger make it all the way in, adding another digit and then a third before moving them around a little. His whimpers and moans only served to make me more aroused, my primal instincts urging me to just go and fuck the living daylights out of him. But I resisted as much as I could.
"Carlos," he gave a breathy moan. "Just go, I'm ready"
I removed my fingers, positioning myself down between his legs and leaning over his body. I held my cock and attempted to guide it to his waiting hole, feeling my tip press against his entrance.
"Go."
I started pressing in, feeling his nails dig harshly into my back and continuing to press on. It seemed like a blissful eternity before I managed to feel my hips touch his bottom, but when it did I leaned down to take his lips with mine once more before starting to pull out. He moaned into my mouth when I was finally pulled back out to the tip, sheathing myself inside of him once more a little bit faster than before.
We built up to a steady rhythm, moans and groans of pleasure filling the room as we both felt blasts of pleasure shoot through our bodies and the air around us. I kept our lips forced together the whole time, moving them quickly and clashing our tongues together. Eventually, my thrusts became harder and more erratic, both of us coming close to our peaks. I could tell I was going to blow soon, my hips jolting back and forth relentlessly. I felt his lips separate from my own and heard him cry loudly, knowing I struck his prostate.
"Carlos, do that again," he said against my lips, his voice to hoarse to be any louder than a whisper.
I continuously struck the same area, hearing loud screams of pleasure from deep inside of Logan's body. I brought my hand down to wrap around his length, joining his own hand in jerking up and down the shaft. His moans grew louder, his climax approaching.
"Carlos, fuck!" Logan shouted, and I felt a sticky warmth flood out over our hands. His body constricted around my cock as he came, forcing me over my peak. I thrust in hard one last time, shooting my seed deep into his body. Our cries of pleasure melded into one, riding out our orgasms together. Eventually I pulled out and collapsed on top of the brunet, arms to either side of his head and lips attached to his once again. I rolled off of him, coming to rest with my arms wrapped around him and head nuzzling up to the crook of his neck. I looked up when I heard him speak.
"That… was amazing," he said between heavy pants, arms moving to wrap around me protectively. I smiled, kissing at his neck and looking up to his ear. The lobe was bright red and swollen from the earlier attention it was getting, so I scooted up to give it a quick kiss before chuckling softly to myself. I was tired again even though we only woke up a little while earlier
"So I guess you can be the dominant one any time that we aren't in bed," I whispered in his ear, hearing him laugh in response.
"I guess. Now, I'm tired, let's take a quick nap before we have to go get screamed at by Gustavo." He knew exactly what I wanted.
I pulled him close, the two of us snuggled together under the covers, falling asleep in post-coital bliss.
When we got home from the studio, all four of us plopped down on the sofa for some television. I almost immediately stood back up, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge. Logan smiled at me when I got up, his eyes remaining on the TV.
I love Logan with all my heart. I could finally say that and know that he would always return it one-hundred percent. I could turn to look at him whenever and still see that gorgeous grin decorating his visage. From my place in the kitchen I smiled upon seeing him waiting for me on the couch.
"Logie?"
"Hm?" He looked away from the screen to stare directly into my eyes. I felt my knees weaken as he and I gazed lovingly at each other.
"I love you so much."
"And I you, Carlos."