Title: Steel Bars (Wrapped Around This Heart Of Mine)
Pairing: Logan/Camille
Rating: T
Word Count: 3,432 (This Part)
Warnings: Spoilers for Big Time Secret
Summary: "You love her. So be with her." Huh... who knew Carlos would be the most helpful in this situation. Be with her. Simple as that.
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR.
Author Notes: Title is a song by Michael Bolton. This is Part 2 of 2. Thank you to everyone who reviewed or alerted. You guys are the best!
And then he kissed her. Hard
He put his hands on her hips and jerked her roughly towards him, slamming his mouth against hers. Her hands shot up on his shoulders to brace herself. When Camille didn't pull back and slug the ever loving shit out of him, he tilted his head to get a better angle and deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue along her lower lip before slipping in into her mouth and over every crevice he could find. Her tongue found his and a moan escaped from somewhere deep in his thought. Her hands moved upwards to grasp the short strands of his hair. When she gently pulled on the strands on the back of his neck, he locked his arms behind her pulling her tighter against him.
Logan couldn't breath. Camille was everywhere. She clouded his mind until he could think of nothing but her. Her hands traveled from his hair, down his back and up again. He could feel her touch burn his skin through his clothes. Her mouth moved from his lips, across his cheek to his earlobe. When she gently bit down, Logan was sure he was going to pass out. He had sensitive ears. Everyone knew that. Camille definitely did as she began leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his neck.
He grabbed her face to bring her mouth back to his. He needed more. She seemed to agree as she walked him backwards until his kneads hit the edge of the bright orange couch. He collapsed down onto it, pulling her down so she was straddling him.
His hands were threaded tightly in her hair. Her hands were clenched desperately in his shirt. Tongues slid against each other. Her knees resting on either side of his.
Logan was sure he had never been so turned on in his life. There was no doubt she could tell just how turned on he was from her place on his lap. He wasn't sure how far Camille was going to let him go. She was always the dominant one. She always made the first made and dictated the speed and distance they would go. This is about as far as they had ever gotten while they were dating, but now... that just wasn't going to cut it. He still needed more. He wanted to get lost forever in Camille.
He lowered his hands to her shoulders, slipped his fingers under her sweater and slowly inched the sweater down her arms until it caught the curve of her elbow. Camille immediately unclasped her hands from his neck so she could pull the sweater the rest of the way off and toss it somewhere behind her. He leaned forward and kissed her now bare shoulder then slipped his hand under her tank top to caress the smooth skin of the small of her back.
He felt Camille cup his face with both of her hands and tilt his face upwards until he was looking straight into her eyes. Her big, beautiful eyes. He could she wanted this just as much as he did. They sat there for a few minutes, just staring at each other, trying to catch their breath. Then Camille bundled the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She threw it so joined her sweater on the floor. She pushed his chest, turning until he was laying flat on his back. She peppered kisses up his abdomen, chest, neck until her mouth met his once again. She shifted so she was laying flat on top of him, her petite frame fitting perfectly against him.
This time he slid both of his hands under her shirt. She shuddered at the contact but pressed her hips hard against his in appreciation. He moaned deep in his throat. If she wasn't careful he was going to embarrass himself.
Logan and Camille were both so caught up in each other, neither heard the door open. Just as his hand slid up to the clasp on her bra, he heard, "Oh shit."
Logan's hand immediately froze. Kendall. Fucking Kendall.
Camille shrieked, rolling off Logan and onto the floor. Logan threw his hands up over his face in frustration but didn't sit up. Damn it, Kendall, he thought even though he was grateful it wasn't Katie or Mama Knight.
"Hi Kendall."
Logan finally opened his eyes just in time to see Kendall smirk. "Camille."
"Yeah, so I'm going to go." She raced around the couch to pick up her sweater and bolted out the door without even a glance in Logan's direction.
Logan sat up running his hands through his hair. He needed to calm down. His breathing was too harsh. His heart was beating too fast. His arousal was entirely too present. He was about to punch his best friend in the face. Again.
"Stop staring at me." Logan said without looking up. He knew Kendall was most likely smirking at him.
Kendall chuckled and dropped his shirt in his lap. "You might want to put that on. My mom should be home any minute." He paused while Logan put his shirt on and dropped down next to him on the couch. "What was that all about?"
Logan sighed. "I have no idea." He wished he did.
James and Carlos picked that moment to burst through the door.
"Dude, we just saw Camille run down the hall. She looked kind of flustered. She let you have it?" James asked.
"She let him have it alright." Logan snapped his head around the glare at Kendall.
"Did she yell at you a lot?" Carlos always was the clueless one.
"Yell? She came to yell at you?" Kendall apparently thought that was the funniest this he's ever heard but Logan did not find it as amusing.
"Yeah man. She bust through the door, interrupted our intense video gaming and kicked Carlos and I out. What happened?"
"I have no idea." Logan repeated. "And Kendall, if you don't shut up, I'm going to smother you with a pillow." This just made Kendall laugh even harder. Logan jumped to his feet ready to pounce, but Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder and shoved him back down on the couch.
"Just tell us what happened."
"She came in here and just started yelling at me looking all pissed and sexy." Logan chose to ignore all the eyebrows that were being raised in his direction. "She accused me of giving her the cold shoulder, then I yelled at her and she yelled more. Then I told her we shouldn't be friends anymore, then she cried, then she yelled even more, then I... then I kissed her."
James grinned at him like an idiot. "Then she slapped you didn't she?"
"Not exactly."
Since it was clear that Logan wasn't about to expand on this, Kendall stepped it. "When I walked in, Logan was shirtless, Camille was laying on top of him and you definitely could not see Logan's hands."
James and Carlos let out a some sort of whistle. "Way to go, Logan." James stuck his hand out for a fist bump but Logan made no move to oblige.
"So, what... does this mean you guys are back together?"
Carlos's question was innocent enough, but something inside of Logan snapped. He had absolutely no idea what this meant. "No! Yes... I don't know! We went from no longer being friends to making out like crazy. If Kendall hadn't walked in, I don't know what would have happened." Logan stood up, frustrated. Pacing seemed to be the only logical thing he could do.
"From where I was standing, you looked like you were halfway to having sex on the couch."
"See, that is what I'm talking about. Making out on a couch where anyone, including Mama Knight or Katie could have walked in, is not me. Almost punching my best friend in the face is not me. Chasing my best friend around with an ax guitar is not me. Camille makes me do crazy things. Watching her walk into that movie with that stupid Steve guy nearly killed me. I can't keep pretending to be friends with her."
"So you're just never going to hang out with her?" James asked.
"I don't know what else to do."
"Want to know what I think?" Kendall sat on the edge of the couch, a look of mischief in his eyes, a slight smirk on his face. This was his I-Know-Something-You-Don't-Know face. Logan has seen this face more times than he could count but it was hardly ever directed in his direction because let's face it. There were not a lot of things that Kendall knew, that Logan did not.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because you are going to say something I don't want to here."
"Logan," Kendall ditched his I-Know-Something-You-Don't-Know face for his I'm-About-To-Give-You-The-Greatest-Pep-Talk-Ever-You're-Welcome face. "I think there is a reason why you can't be just friends with Camille and it has nothing to do with the uncharacteristic things she makes you do. I think you're in love with her."
"What?" I am not, NOT, in love with her. I mean, I can't be... we aren't... and she has a..."
"It makes sense." Of course Carols would say that. He always sides with Kendall.
"Logan, did you even listen to anything you just said? You're so in love with her, I'm surprised I didn't realize this sooner. You get jealous when she even talks to another guy and you aren't the jealous type."
"Ohhh, Logan's in loveeee." He should have punched James in the face when he had the chance.
"Fuck you guys." Logan stormed off, slamming the door to his bedroom behind him.
They couldn't be right. They just couldn't.
Damn it they were right. Stupid Kendall had to open his stupid mouth.
How did this happen?
Logan is a man of science. He understands the biological basis for love. The brain produces different amounts of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin that leads to a feeling of love. Scientifically speaking, he understands this. But. But, when Camille is around, he feels... well Logan can only assume its love. He feels confused, but clear minded. Anxious but totally calm. Scared but determined. Above all of that, he feels happy. She made him insane, but so happy. Kissing her makes the homesickness feeling he has disappear. Camille is home in California. Without her, none of this would make sense.
He loves her.
Shit.
He really hates that Kendall is right all the time.
An hour late Logan is still holed up in his room. He is absolutely not freaking out. He's just doing what every boy his age does when they are faced with tough problems. He decides to organize his bookshelf. He takes every book he has from its place on the shelf and dumps them on the floor. He arranges them into piles by genre, then alphabetizes them by author's last name. He is in the process of sorting, when Kendall pokes his head in.
"Dude, what are you doing?"
"Organizing my bookshelf."
Kendall steps the rest of the way in to room, closes the door behind him and moves to sit on the edge of his bed. "You okay?" Logan doesn't dignify that with a response. "Logan?"
"No, Kendall. I'm not okay. I feel like my brain is about to explode."
"You need to talk to Camille. Tell her how you feel."
Logan hopes his face clearly expressed how horrified he is by that idea. "I cannot do that."
"Why?"
"Because, we broke up! We've been doing this back and forth thing but we aren't together. She is dating other people, sort of. I have no right to stand in her way of happiness."
"If you think Camille's happiness in any way doesn't include you, then you are delusional. That girl has been head over heals for you since the day we arrived in California."
Logan knew he was right. It wasn't a secret that she has liked him since practically the day they met, but that doesn't mean she loved him.
"I don't know what to say to her. This isn't my strong suit. I'm not good at dealing with feelings, but I can't keep going on like this. We're stuck in this pseudo relationship and I just can't... I love her."
Logan was still looking at his piles of books on the ground, but he could practically hear Kendall smirk. "I know."
Logan looked up, pleadingly. "What do I do? Tell me what to do. You always come up with the plans and we obediently follow. I'm totally lost here. Tell me what to, Kendall!" He is well aware how pathetic he sounds. He can only imagine how he looks. He is kneeling on the ground in front of Kendall, his hands gripping Kendall's wrists, begging, groveling, pleading with Kendall to help him.
"First of all, get up. If anyone walks in right now they are going to think you have a thing for me, not Camille. Second of all, you need to talk to her. If you don't you, none of this is going to go away."
"What if... what if she doesn't feel the same way?"
Kendall scoffed. "Like that's even possible."
"But what if she doesn't? I'm not sure I could handle that."
"You could." Kendall was nothing if not confident. "It would suck, but you're strong enough to move on."
"You can't possibly know that."
"Have I ever steered you wrong? You are capable of handling a lot more than you give yourself credit for. You've put up with the three of us for this long; I'd say you are capable of handling anything. But this is point is entirely moot. Camille is in love with you, she is just waiting for you to make a move for once. Now, stop freaking out and go get her."
Easier said than done.
It wasn't like he could just walk up to her and be all like "Hey Camille, guess what? I'm in love with you." There's no way it was that easy. Right?
He unintentionally finds her when he wanders down the pool. He abandons his books after another half an hour and after Kendall sends Carlos in to throw him out of the apartment.
Camille is sitting across from James, pink smoothies in front of both of them. When Camille throws her head back and laughs at something James says, Logan can feel the cool burn of jealousy rip through his chest.
He's still standing in the lobby doorway when Carlos comes up behind him. "You going to talk to her?"
"I don't know."
"You should."
"I know."
"She loves you."
Logan takes a deep breath. "I know."
"You love her."
"I know."
"So be with her." Carlos steps around him and walks up to James, pulling his arm until he is standing and following him away from Camille. Huh... who knew Carlos would be the most helpful in this situation. Be with her. Simple as that.
"Are you still mad at me?" Logan asks, sliding into the seat James just vacated.
"Are you still avoiding me?"
"No. Camille, I couldn't avoid you if I tried. I mean I did try, which I realize was a total dick thing to do, but I couldn't do it. You've been this ever looming presence in my life since the day I stepped foot in California and I can't seem to shake you."
"Wow, I didn't realize you wanted to get rid of me so badly." She stood up, genuinely offended. "You could have just told me to leave you alone, Logan."
He caught her arm before she could even take a step. "That's not what I meant. At all." He tugged her arm until she was sitting on his lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "I'm not good at dealing with feelings. I know a lot of words but I'm terrible at using them to describe how I feel. I... Camille, I-" He took a deep breath and lifted his head to look her straight in the eyes. "Kendall thinks I'm in love with you."
Camille breath hitches. If she wasn't sitting so close, he would have missed it. It takes her almost a full minute to respond. He can tell she's trying to keep herself from smiling. "What do you think?"
"I think he's right. Since the day we met, you're all I can think about. I wasn't lying when I told you that you make me crazy and make me do things I thought I would never do. Sometimes you drive me so crazy, I can't think or see straight."
"This doesn't sound like a love confession." Camille's eyes squint in confusion.
"It is." Logan smiles. "You may make me crazy, but I'm starting to think that it's a good thing. Besides the guys, you're the only other person that can get me out of my shell. You're the only person in the whole world that I would consider bringing physical harm to one of my best friends for. I tried to sabotage a whole prom just so you couldn't be someone else's queen."
"You were successful in that plan."
Logan's smile widens and runs his thumb across her cheek. "Thank God for that. Above all the craziness, you make me happy. I'm done trying to run away from my feelings, away from you. I... I love you Camille. I know we aren't together and haven't been for awhile, so if you don't want to jump back into this, I totally get it, but-"
"You're an idiot, Logan."
"Excuse me, I'm over here confessing, painstakingly might I add, my undying feelings for you and you call me an idiot. I don't think this is how this is supposed-" Camille's lips cut him off. Her tongue immediately demanding access, sliding across his own.
They break apart, both breathing heavily. "I love you, Logan. I always have."
Logan shoots her a winning smile before cupping the back of her neck and pulling her down for another kiss. It doesn't last long as he hears whistles and catcalls coming from behind him. He groans, begrudgingly breaks away from Camille's mouth. He doesn't turn around to face them. He really needs new friends. "Go away."
"Aww Logan, don't be like that," Kendall says ruffling his hair. Logan does his best to dodge the hand, considering his back is to Kendall and Camille is still on his lap.
"Guess this means, our little Logie told you he loves you. " James sits on the table right next to Camille, pulling her into a side ways hug.
"Hands off my girlfriend, James." It comes out as a growl.
"Dude, calm down, I was just-"
"No, we are setting up ground rules right now." He places his hands on Camille's hips to help her off his lap so he can stand up.
He points to James. "No more kissing my girlfriend."
He points to Kendall. "No more being in love with my girlfriend, pretend or otherwise."
He points to Carlos. "Just don't even look at her."
Carlos' eyes widen. "What did I do? I didn't do anything with your girlfriend."
"Yeah, let's keep it that way."
Most girls would probably be put off by the possessiveness Logan was showing, but not Camille. She just stood there staring adoringly at Logan, wide smile on her face.
"Don't worry, Logan. None of us want your girlfriend." When Kendall smirks, Logan takes an instinctive step back. "So now that you're all happy and in love, I think this calls for a celebration."
"No." Logan takes a few more steps back but hits a wall by the name of James.
"Your make out session looked a little steamy, Logan. Don't you want to cool off?" James gripped his shoulder tight.
"Throw me in the pool and you're dead."
Carlos tapped his helmet twice. "Cowabunga, dude." He moves to tackle Logan into the pool, but Camille steps in front of him.
"Touch him and I will kill all of you."
Logan smirks. He wraps his arms around her shoulders from behind and kisses her temple.
"Got a girl fighting your battles for you now, huh?"
Camille's eyes narrow at James' question. "Damn straight." Logan answers then turns his head to whisper in her ear. "Get him."
She doesn't stop with James. Kendall and Carlos end up in the pool as well. Logan has never been happier.