LOGINNateThe heavy smell of alcohol, disinfectant, and medicine hangs heavy in the air of her room.She's lying, sprawled on the bed, the same way she was that night. The same way she was every other day we came here. And my heart still breaks, like it did every other day I saw that she wasn't still awake.The swelling in her face had reduced significantly, but the dark purple and dark red blotches and bruises still remain.I drag my heavy feet on the floor and towards her, until I'm by the side of her bed. But she still lies still. The only sound, the steady beeping of the machines in the hospital.Carefully, I pull a chair to myself and sit there by her side."Hey, mom," I speak to her. I don't know if she can hear me. I saw online that patients in a coma can hear. But they said she isn't in a coma. She's just unconscious. Her body is still healing.Nothing happens. The room still smells awfully bad and she hasn't lifted a finger. Not a flutter of her eyelids or anything. What was I eve
LoganMy skin buzzes with so much excitement I fear I may see sparks flying out from my skin anytime soon.Pleasure laps in my abdomen like a dull wave, spreading to every other part of my body and of course, my cock is fucking hard as a rock.He kneels in front of me and leans in to take my lips in a kiss. I oblige and spread my legs to accommodate him.He lifts my left leg and mutters, "So fucking beautiful," his breath hot against the ankle of my lifted leg resting on his shoulder."That tickles," I chuckle lightly.He smiles and sinks his teeth into the bare skin. I hiss and shift uncomfortably on the sheets. His tongue immediately flicks out, soothing the spot."Just hurry up and fuck me already," I squirm, gripping the sheets."You're so impatient, Logan," he smirks, but directs his attention to my hole. His fingers rub my entrance and he pushes two fingers in. Satisfied with my now easily opening asshole, he lines his cock up against me.My breath hitches in my throat as he pus
Logan "Impatient are we?" Nate asks mockingly, his lips hovering just above mine. Teasing me. Maybe, daring me to kiss him first. "Fuck you," I lean in but he twists his neck just in time and captures underneath my chin in his mouth instead, flicking his tongue over the spot. "Mnghhh" I suppress a whimper as his touch sends shivers all over my body. "You taste so fucking good," he groans into my neck, his hands roaming all over my back and my waist, holding me firm to himself. "You're fucking with me" I release a disgruntled sigh "Oh I'm not fucking with you. What I wanna do is fuck you so hard that you see stars when you're cumming." "That's not fair. You said I get to fuck you" He stops feasting on my neck for a moment and then lifts his head to look at me. "I never said that. I only said it was possible and it could happen. Why do you want to fuck me so bad? You seem to be enjoying when I hit your prostate, or don't you like it?" My entire face is hot from shame and the sh
LoganIt's nice to see him smiling again. I wouldn't have ever imagined that he was in such a dark place. That he wasn't even safe at home. I mean, who could have even known? And he's so strong.Even now, as he pulls things out from the kitchen cupboard to make dinner. His face is more relaxed than I had ever seen him.He pulls out containers of ingredients and then turns around and sighs."We don't have those burger buns. How are we gonna make the burger?""You're the one that wanted a burger. I wanted noodles." I shrug."Noodles aren't healthy.""Oh my God, I can't believe you listen to those commercials. Noodles are cancerous." I mimic those sleazy people on social media."Okay, okay." He raises his hands in the air. "I just don't like it, alright? Plus, I really wanna eat the burger."I roll my eyes and check the cupboard again. Of course, there are no burger buns, but I do find bread."Let's just substitute with this." I show him the bread."You think it'd work?""Yeah, bread is
Nate "At least that's what I always thought. I still think that, though. My elder brother and I were born in London, England, and I spent most of my earlier years there." Logan listens patiently, and a part of me tells me that I may have to say it at once. Stopping may not be plausible. "As soon as I could even walk, my dad put skates on me. The legend continues in his son, right?" My head rests on the headboard of the bed as I speak. I'm facing the wall, but Logan is completely turned towards me, his attention on nothing else but me. "And people would think that's cute, you know. But as I grew up, it was anything but cute. I had to be the best in whatever little league I was put in. I loved to skate, but he made me hate it. The worst part was the comparison. I loved my brother, I still do. But he always compared me to him. Nicholas didn't much like skating, and as the firstborn, I think he was my father's disappointment. Instead, he was a free spirit. He loved art and literature
Nate I don't know for how long I held on to Logan and Eli. All I know is that when I was fully aware of my surroundings again, we were back at the apartment. Yeah, my apartment, much closer to school. Not at any of their houses. A part of me feels a bit light because of that. I don't think I'll be able to stay around any adults or parents this night. I must have either fallen asleep on the way here or something. Because I wake up with a blanket over my body and I'm lying on the couch. "Mom, I'm fine, okay? I just need to stay here for a while," a voice I recognize as Logan's speaks. Slowly, I lift myself to face his back standing by the window. "He's fine, alright? It was a family emergency, and luckily, Eli and I were available." He speaks to the person on the other side of the phone, most likely his mom. "He has no one, Mom. I can't just leave him. Yeah, I'll be fine. Take care. Love you," he says and ends the call. I stare at his back covered in a thick sweater for a second







