LOGINNateThe lightheadedness had long since disappeared, even when the doctor insisted I stay in the hospital for monitoring. But finally, I was discharged, and if I said I didn't want to fuck Logan's brains out the second I stepped out and make him forget every other thing in the world, I'd be lying.Even before I had my unfortunate accident, we weren't having much sex, and I don't think I'd be able to even focus if I don't have my cock buried inside his warm hole.However, what I did not expect was the fact that he would want to fuck me. He has mentioned it a couple of times, but he never really took the initiative.But today's different. The sheer look on his face is that of determination. And in a way, it's so fucking hot.He takes my lips in his, kissing me softly and tenderly. Fuck. I'm the one that's supposed to treat him softly and tenderly. Because he's mine. He's my Logan and I'm willing to do anything for him. He shouldn't be soft and gentle with someone like me.I step back an
LoganI take a shuddering breath and relax on his body. "At least let me sit," I say, pulling myself off him. This time, he lets me, and I pull my legs off him and sit by his side on the bed.His palms wrap around mine, and he squeezes tight."At Pemberton,""Your last school?" He asks to confirm, and I nod."Yeah, I was openly gay to an extent. No one really cared. Not even the team. I mean, after I came out to them, it was weird, and things did change, but it wasn't so bad. They weren't violent or homophobic. But most just kept their distance."I swallow and continue, refusing to meet Nate's gaze even when he's literally almost breaking his neck to look into my eyes."And?" He asks."There was someone. Someone I noticed. Someone I liked. He was on the team. And he wasn't out yet."I sink my teeth into the inner lining of my jaw, chewing on the skin."You guys dated?" Nate asks, his grip on my hand tightening for a second."I thought we did. He refused to give us a name. He refused t
LoganMy heart leaps into my throat and stays there. "Huh?" I ask, but my voice is barely a whisper.Coach starts speaking. But I don't hear anything. His voice is distant, like a memory, and muffled by the roaring in my ears. Like waves crashing loudly against a shore. Like the roaring of a wood fire.Heat spreads all over my body, drenching my skin in sweat as my eyes track those of everyone in the room. Their faces are up in smiles. Then laughs. They're laughing? What are they laughing about? Are they laughing at me? The room spins and bile rises to my throat, filling my mouth with salty saliva and a rancid smell.I break out of the arms that hold me back and stumble to the bathroom. Crashing on the floor, I retch above the water system, and my meager meal empties itself into the bowl.The ringing in my ears continues but fades significantly as I drag myself to the sink, my heart thundering in my chest.It's okay, it's just a fucking game. Just a stupid fucking game. I shake my hea
Logan"You're hurt," I murmur against his lips, pushing back against him. I mean, I don't even try. With a minimal amount of force, Nate pulls me back in, trapping my lips against his. Our breaths mingling.He grabs my back firmly, and my vision swirls as he flips me over and lands my back against the soft mattress."What the fuck? You wanna do it in here?" I ask, my eyes now eyeing the door. Someone could walk in at any moment, and we could get caught. And somehow, that makes my dick grow even harder in my pants."Do you want me to?""Absolutely not. We could get caught."His face drops slightly."We can only do so much. But come on, think about it. Someone walking in on us with our pants down and inside me?" I raise my brows, and he scrunches his brows up."You don't have to paint the picture so vividly. I'm already hard enough as it is," Nate bites out in-between harsh breaths.I roll to the edge of the bed and sit on it."You're a party pooper," Nate says as he sits by my side."N
LoganWe all debated it. After everything that just happened, would it be okay for Luke to see Nate in the hospital? Somehow, someway, we did it. We managed to handle it without the other team members finding out and without jeopardizing everyone's future.And now, with Luke having nowhere to stay, literally, the house is the best option for him. That is, if Nate doesn't object. Fingers crossed.As for last night, he crashed with me. According to him, the FBI were still searching his place, and it was off-limits.And in some way, I think it is better. I don't think Luke would ever want to live there again. Must be traumatizing. But then, where would he live?"It's okay," I say as Luke stands at the closed door. Inside the room is Nate, lying on his hospital bed and reading a book.Doctors said no screens, so no phones allowed. And his mom and aunt are literally on vigilante duty with him. That has got to suck, man. I would hate to be him at this point."It's not fucking okay. You saw
Luke It didn't take long. He finally called. I can count on one hand the number of times my uncle has had to call my phone. I knew better than to disobey my uncle. Garrick is right. I am a coward. I sit on the bed, Jay and Garrick facing me as I pick up the call and put it on loudspeaker. His heavy breathing huffs and puffs from the other side, and then comes his gruff voice. "Boy, do you need me to remind you of your job?" Garrick's eyes meet mine, and he nods. I clear my throat. "Uh. No. I've been really busy with schoolwork and—" "Do I look like I give a fuck?" are my uncle's next words. I can almost see him standing in front of me. Smell the stench of sweat and drugs on his body. Watching his unfocused eyes as he speaks to me. I shut my eyes hard. "I know you don't." "Now get back here immediately." "I... I can't come right now. I'm in the middle of something." "I don't give a fuck when you come, but by the time it's 12 a.m., you're gonna be having a whole lot more to dea







