Mr. Mitchell

Logan Mitchell 38 years old Kindergarten teacher at McKinley Elementary, in San Francisco, and I love my kids. Engaged to Graham Larson, the love of my life, and my soulmate forever. Wedding date - Saturday, August 25th 2018

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham chuckled softly about four year old him. “You don’t get between a dude and his cape!” He gazed over Logan’s wet body as he thanked him softly for the steady hand, finally free from all his clothing, giving the other man a huge smile as he described all the reasons Graham had fallen for him. “And I don’t think you know how much I really, really appreciate more than a few of those.” He laughed again as he joined Logan in the shower. “I don’t know, Flynn Ryder is pretty hot, but I’m lucky, I have my own personal Disney prince.” He whined and moaned deeply when Logan’s lips kissed his sensitive neck, reaching out to claim random portions of the older man’s skin as he whispered, causing Graham to grin again. “You do know that if I fuck you in here, we’re totally going to run out of hot water, right?” He moaned when he was kissed again, rocking forward a bit. “Actually, right now, my tongue is pretty interested in thoroughly and deeply finding out how nice and clean you are, get you ready for my cock?” He traced Logan’s hip teasingly, gauging his interest.

“I don’t think anyone could’ve gotten between you and your cape. Little you had a mission!” Logan stood unabashedly as Graham looked over the wet expanse of his body, grinning when his fiance final freed himself from entanglement and joined him in the shower. “I know you appreciate them. We’re a lot alike, you and me, with just the right amount of differences. But I’m no Disney prince, and I’m quite partial to Kristoff. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, smart...yet goofy, talks to his pet as if he’s human... Just like ‘someone’ I know well.” His grin became a 1000 watt smile as Graham moaned and whined for him, just at the mere touch of his lips, letting out a soft moan of his own as the younger man’s fingers graced over his skin. “Nothing says we can’t warm up in here, then move to another surface when the water starts to cool.” As Graham rocked forward, Logan grabbed his ass with both of his hands, and held him close, growling fiercely at his proposal, and his touch tickling over his hip. “I’ll let you ready me however, and for as long as you want. The thought of your velvet tongue inspecting my ass nearly has me trembling.” 

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham nodded, though he couldn’t be seen yet. “Me too, minus the teaching, but some volunteering. I was kind of too—–enthusiastic and encouraging to be an effective babysitter for Greer, until I was a little older. That’s a nice way of saying I was hyper and super excited about being a big brother.” He laughed softly about his grade school aged self. Then, he was pretty solely focused on his fiance, honestly driven by his cock at the moment. He opened the door to the steamy room when the older man seemed to be on the same wavelength and he stripped down as quickly as he could, but then cracked the fuck up at Logan’s joke, trying to get out of his boxer briefs at the same time, and mostly failing as he reached for the shower curtain. “How did I fall for such a sexy, sexy dork? Your future husband is a little tangled, and not in a sexy Flynn Ryder way, but I’ll be with you in a sec. And what do you want done with your pole, exactly, baby?”

“I’ve heard the story about the red towel tied around your neck......Super Brother.” Logan grinned to himself about Graham as a kid. The grin grew bigger when he heard the bathroom door open, and close, Graham stripping down, and then cracking up at his horrible joke. Once the shower curtain was pulled back, he immediately reached to hold Graham steady, so he could step out of his boxers. “Hmm...let’s see... I’m sweet. I’m caring, loving, and protective. I love kids, and I’m not afraid to act like one sometimes. I’m also not afraid to let my freak flag fly. Any, or all of those?” Looking down at his fiance’s tangled-ness, Logan shook his head. “Who needs Flynn Ryder, when I have you?” He moved closer, both men on opposite sides of the ceramic of the bathtub, and placed a sensual kiss against Graham’s neck. Then began to whisper. “I want to feel one of your big...warm...hands around it, or perhaps those perfect lips of yours. But I really have a craving to be fucked by your rock hard cock.” Another kiss, and he pulled back again.

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham smiled warmly about parenting with Logan some day. “I’ll look to you for guidance, like I do in so many things.” He just rolled his eyes, good-naturedly, in the way so many of his friends seemed to about Ingrid’s food at times. When Logan used both his official names in an exclamatory way, he knew he needed to switch gears, as it was all getting the better of the both of them. And then Logan chose to switch it into high gear. This caused Graham to re-evaluate his current task, throwing the vegetables back in the freezer, anything perishable back in the fridge, and turning the stove off. “Okay, baby”, he used the pet name again for seductive emphasis, “you can’t just bring up the infamous camping trip, that could’ve been so much fun, that we totally need to redo fantasy-wise, even if it’s like in the bedroom, or living room. That’s like truly unfair, so you better have room for two in there, because I’m coming your way! Dinner will totally keep!” He started to make his way toward Logan’s bathroom, slowly, in case the other man had other plans. 

“Everything I know, I learned from babysitting Anna Jane, and a few classes of five year olds.” Graham could roll his eyes all he wanted, even though Logan couldn’t see, but Graham himself had had things to say about Ingrid’s eating habits at times. He hadn’t meant to switch things to into high gear, but the more his fiance spoke, the more aroused, and needy he became. And suddenly...it sounded as if his kitchen was being wrecked, until he heard baby again, another shiver running through his body. The dear heart had given up on dinner, and was quickly putting things away, craving to be in here with him. “I mentioned no such camping trip, though I agree. I mentioned my tent...pole...” Logan let out a laugh that echoed through the bathroom. “That sounded AWFUL! So......is my hot future husband joining me, or not?

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham smiled warmly about parenting. “Looks like we’ll have to do a little compromising in the parenting department, but I look to you, as you have more experience in the kid department. As for the vegetables, I trust that I can serve you everything, and you can just pick out what you like and what you don’t. You know I’ve been trying to go more healthy with my diet, to get my liver back in shape.” 

He found himself laughing, in a seductive way, as he cooked for his fiance, grinning at the other man’s shower comments. “Yeah, I didn’t plan too well, huh? I grossly underestimated how much I was going to need and want my cock inside you, first thing you got home and all soapy. Speaking of, I decided to halve our dinner into two smaller dinners, one for tonight, and one for tomorrow night, because you know, digestion isn’t very sexy, so light meals for the lovers.” He blushed, even though the older man couldn’t see him right now. “You’re on for the bubble bath, and I might be a little more ‘half mast’ than I should admit right now, but I agree, Sailor.” 

“That’s what parenting is, all compromise.” Logan smiled at the mere thought of that. “You’re right. And as long as you don’t go ‘Ingrid healthy, I’m all for it.” He ducked his head under the water to wash the shampoo from his hair, but found himself having to brace his hand against the wall. “Graham Alexander! You may be half mast, but the tent is fully erected, and I’m ready to go camping in here!” He laughed hard, grinning from ear to ear. “Light is fine, but either cook it, and stay quiet, or get in here, and be loud. Those are the choices, seaman!”

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham would have to wholeheartedly agree about learning new things, given 18 months or so of dating, and a decade of friendship and knowledge between them. He made mental notes on the food list, but felt a little at sea about the vegetables, juggling a frozen bag of assorted ones, calling out to Logan, and hoping he could hear him at this volume. “Um, hey baby? I knew about your ice cream preference, but is there a yes of a veggie you’d happily eat, because my basic Midwestern taste buds are havin’ a hard time figuring one out from the stuff that’s a no. I mean, I know how to sneak some cauliflower into the Fettuccine Alfredo, for when we have kids, but I don’t want to pull a fast one on the love of my life.” 

He cleaned up the kitchen a little as he waited for an answer, and prepped the stuff he knew he’d most definitely need to make them a small, romantic supper for later. He grinned about the nooks and crannies, considering, and calling back. “Okay, how ‘bout we change that to a piping hot bubble bath for two, once our nooks and our crannies get a little dust on ‘em and pleasantly sore in the best way possible?” He grinned even more, lovestruck at Logan’s final reply. “I feel the same way, Handsome, but you take your time, get yourself all ready for me.” He portioned out the food into two separate dinners for them as he started by boiling the pasta. 

Logan shivered under the hot water when he was called baby, and couldn’t help but smile as Graham mentioned hiding veggies for their future children. “Cauliflower’s a good one, hon. But no sneaking. Our kids shouldn’t be made to eat what they don’t like...even in secret.” He called, soaping up. That was just the way Logan was raised. As a kid, he was required to try a bite of something new, but if he didn’t like it, he never had to eat it. To be made to would be torture. “I know the love of my life would never pull a fast one on me.”

He found himself taking extra time getting extra, extra clean. Especially in all the right places. His mind was also starting to wander, and after mentally chastising himself, he verbally chastised Graham. “Stop!” He cried jokingly. “If you keep talking like that, you can forget dinner, and I know how hard you’re working on it. Let’s keep ourselves ‘down’ for the time being, okay? As...difficult as that is.” He smiled, rinsing off, and reaching for the shampoo. “Bubble bath it is...to soak all of those pleasantly aching muscles.”

[logan-everett-mitchell]

SAY YOU WON’T LET GO - JAMES ARTHUR

I wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee With a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now And you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that every day you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

[logan-everett-mitchell]

THE MITCHELL FAMILY

✴ ME ✴  

Name: Logan Everett Mitchell

Age: 38

Height: 6′ 1″

Birthplace: San Francisco, California

Current Residence: San Francisco, California

Occupation: Kindergarten Teacher (McKinley Elementary School)

FC: Andrew Rannells

✴ DAD ✴

Name: George Theodore Mitchell

Age: 69

Height: 6′ 4″

Birthplace: Fresno, California

Current Residence: San Francisco, California

Occupation: Optometrist (Clarity Vision)

FC: John Laroquette

✴ MOM ✴ 

Name: Amelia Charlene Mitchell (nee - Winstead)

Age: 69

Height: 5′ 4″

Birthplace: Bristol, Vermont

Current Residence: San Francisco, California

Occupation: Accountant (The Linux Foundation)

FC: Helen Mirren

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

“Yeah, I thought so too, I’m really happy for both of them.” Graham smiled warmly about his sister and Ingrid before he dropped the subject as well. He gave Logan a silly little laugh about the mushrooms, having figured as much, even if he had to admit to himself that he didn’t have all of Logan’s food preferences down by heart, but he knew they would be second nature in the years ahead. “Thought so, more for me then. For the mental list, is there anything on the definite no, and definite yay foods list I should know about, for my Fiance Knowledge class?” He grinned about that, because he was being soft and silly, because Logan made him feel soft and silly when he was making him feel so happy and free and safe and good, something he had missed out on for so long, and now clung to happily. He nodded about the radiating. “Yeah, that’s how it feels.” 

He laughed, happily, again, when Logan called from his bedroom, and he called back. “Yep! Wouldn’t mind if you were all nice and clean for me too. But, uh, don’t forget your nook and your cranny.” He had the biggest smile on his face, because he loved how he could make such silly word play with Logan, and the older man seemed to always take it right in stride and lob it gently right back to him. He called back again as he pulled out ingredients he had stashed in Logan’s fridge and freezer. “Take your time, you’re supposed to be relaxing, Mister!” 

Without at least one new thing to learn about your partner everyday, life would become a boring, monotonous routine. Those were Logan’s thoughts anyway. The two of them were too good for boring and monotonous, even if they learned almost everything about each other in the years ahead. “Definite no, broccoli, spinach, peas, and cooked carrots...because...eww. Definite yay, mac & cheese, garlic mashed potatoes, steak, of course, and cookies and cream ice cream.” He loved that he made Graham feel happy, and safe. He loved seeing him be all domestic, and glowing as he did it. Even the fact that the other man had commandeered  his house.

“I’m gonna be, and I never forget my nook and my cranny, thank you very much!” Logan called, laughing from behind the bathroom door. Verbal tennis was easy with Graham, hell, everything was easy with Graham, but he shook his head as he was told to take his time. “If I wanted to relax that much, I’d take a bath...and I’d be in here for over an hour. I’ll go 12 minutes for the shower.” He said, turning on the shower, adjusting the temperature, and stepping in. “Because that’s probably the longest I can stay away from you, and that is excruciating enough.”

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham nodded. “Um, I mean, sleep in the sleep sense, I’m guessing. I feel like they’ve been doing that for a little while, on and off.” He nodded again about not talking about his sister on their special night together, then smiled really big when Logan said ‘ours’ and ‘always’. “I really love the sound of that.” He sighed and relaxed happily into Logan’s arms, wrapping his own arms around him tightly for a moment, murmuring into his chest. “Steak it is, I thought that’s what you would pick. Mushrooms or no mushrooms?” He kissed his chest through his shirt gently. “I love you too.” He sighed dreamily at the head kiss, letting him go gently as he was. 

He smiled genuinely. “I know, and it feels even better than it looks, I bet.” His eyes sparkled about the tie and the hot shower, nerve endings firing happily when Logan played with his hair, answering him as the other man walked away to freshen up. “Hey, I came pre-showered, clean in every nook and cranny, if you know what I mean, so you go enjoy and relax, and if it means anything, I promise to shower with you in the next 36 hours, okay?” He turned to go back to the oven and get the sweet rolls out to cool on the rack, and to start the heavy work for dinner. “I’ll happily take the company, and thank you.”

“Hmm... Interesting.” Logan shrugged, and let the subject fall away, smiling when Graham liked what he’d said. He wanted ‘ours’, and ‘always’, and ‘forever’, the vision of his future was crystal clear now, and Graham was in every single part of it. After their gentle moment, Logan smiled again. “No mushrooms for me, but if you like them, go crazy.” The kiss to his chest made him release a relaxed, and happy sigh. “I hope it does, because it’s radiating from the inside out.”

Suddenly he called from his bedroom. “Pre-showered, Huh? All nooks and crannies cleaned just for me? I’m holding you to that shower promise!” He puttered around his room for a moment, stripping off his slacks and button down, and leaving them next to the clothes hamper, so the other clothes didn’t get contaminated with glitter. Grabbing a pair of grey sweats, and an AC DC t-shirt, he headed to his bathroom. “I’ll be there, just give me about eight minutes.” 

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham nodded. “I thought so too, that’s part of the reason I planned it. Greer’ll probably sleep over at Ingrid’s, I’m guessing, but I don’t know, I just think this place is kind of our little love nest, you know? Where we had our first time and everything. We got engaged at my apartment, though, so it’s got its own specialness for us too.” He smiled curiously about the menu. “You tell me?Do you want steak or shrimp? And I was thinking pasta with cream sauce, and vegetables, and a special chocolate surprise for dessert. Oh, and I have sparkling grape juice too.” He snickered at Logan’s sick act, then grinned suggestively. “Oh yeah, I thought you might have a tickle deep in your throat.” 

His expression changed to warm and loving though when Logan spoke of his class. “I know it is.” He didn’t miss that little eye flutter as he pulled at the other man’s tie, smiling softly about Logan’s wardrobe choice. “I’d say that sounds perfect, but you sparkle and glitter for me all on your own.” He found himself letting out his own breathy little sigh of contentment when Logan untied the tie, and draped it over the back of his neck. “Could come in handy.” He opened his eyes then, grinning at Logan’s reaction to relaxing. “I know it’s Valentine’s Day, but yep, I knew I had to torture you a teeny bit. You can come in here and sit at the table though, if you’d like to talk to me while you look at your gift. And yes, I think your ass looks hot.”

“She sleeps over there now? As much as we talk, that’s something I never caught but...” Logan waved his hands in front of him. “...no sister talk. And you know...since our first time, I don’t think of this as just my house anymore. It’s ours, and it always will be.” He smiled fondly at the thought. “Definitely steak, and everything else sounds delectable.” He laughed at Graham’s joke, then pulled him into his chest, wrapping him up in his arms. “You sweet, wonderful, charming, irresistible, thoughtful man. I love you so much. So very, very much.” He kissed the top of his head, and reluctantly let Graham go. 

“And you’ve gotten your glitter, and sparkle back. You’re vibrant, and happy, and confident. I love that.” Then he gave a little smirk about the tie. “I was thinking the same thing. Why do you think I gave it to you? And the only thing torturing me right now, is that you’re not taking this shower with me. He ran his fingers slowly through Graham’s hair, before turning, and heading toward his bedroom for fresh clothes. “I’d much rather sit at the table, and talk to my ravishing fiance, and your ass is pretty hot itself.”

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham grinned about the apron. “Good, I happen to love you in aprons too.” He nodded about messier. “I thought we might want to have actual dinner in a little while?” He went to open the oven door to peek at how the baking treats were doing. “Heart-shaped cinnamon rolls?”, he pointed to the photo in the open cookbook, “I was thinking maybe we could reheat them for breakfast tomorrow, if you feel like staying in and playing hooky with me? And I did kind of want a ‘magic smell’ floating through the air when you got home.” He put off answering his question for a moment, and smiled about the smoothies, taking a sip of his own. 

He grinned, nodding in understanding about the kids and glitter, then his expression softened. “Being there for each other is a two way street.” He smiled warmly about the kids making cards. “I’m glad all the crafting went well.” He reached out gently to tug a little on Logan’s loosened tie. “As for what you’re going to do for me: You can go as far as taking a hot shower, if you’d like. You don’t have to change, if you don’t want, but I want you comfy, and you might want to lose this tie? And then, you’re gonna sit on your hot little ass, and you’re going to let me cook dinner while you open your first present, which is laying on the coffee table for you. I think it’ll keep you entertained for a little while. How’s all that sound?” 

“It’s been a long time since we’ve had dinner together here. What’s on the menu?” Logan watched as Graham opened the oven door, smiling brightly at what was inside. “Awww! You’re so sweet!” Automatically he started to pretend to cough. “Oh yeah, I definitely feel a little something coming on. Looks like I just have to call in sick in the morning.” He winked, with another bright, dazzling smile.

“That it is. And my kids enjoying what they do is all that matters to me.” His eyes fluttered closed for a second when Graham pulled on his tie, but opened as he spoke. “Well, you know, for me, comfy is a band t-shirt and sweats, so that’s what it’ll be, unless you want to glitter back after the shower. And as for the tie...” Logan quickly untied it, and draped it over the back of Graham’s neck. “...keep it. But...but...you don’t want me to do anything? Not anything? I may go slowly insane, but at least you think my ass looks hot.” 

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham beamed at the praise of being called domestic. “Thank you, that’s what I was going for.” He sighed happily into the kiss, squeezing Logan before he was let go. “Hi. Also, Happy Valentine’s Day!” He chuckled softly about Logan’s kitchen being a mess. “And here I thought I was the one who was all cleanly? It’s gonna get much worse before the night is over. Don’t worry, I’m gonna clean everything up. And do you know what you’re going to do for me?” He nodded about the smoothies. “I’d say they’re supposed to be virgin daiquiris or something, but there’s milk, so ya know, smoothies. Are you sugared out?” 

He ran his eyes down Logan’s body, taking in his glittery-crafted clothes. “You look all sparkly and fancy, is that all for me?” He shook his head at himself as Logan leaned back against the counter when he realized he hadn’t really explained himself fully when he was asked for one. “You’ve taken such good care of me for the last six months or so, and I wanted to try and return the favor a little. You deserve it, and by the looks of you”, he chuckled softly, “you had a pretty labor-intensive day. I’m sorry I didn’t come out to help, but I had a little secret magic to do here.” 

“The look totally works.” Logan smiled, running his fingers down Graham’s cheek after the kiss. “Hi. And Happy Valentine’s Day to you too!” A look of confusion crossed his face when he was told that the kitchen was only going to get messier. “You are the more cleanly one, but what’s gonna make it messier? What did you bake to make it messy in the first place?” The smile returned. “What am I going to do for you?” Picking up one of the smoothies, he took a slow sip and reveled in the taste of it. “Oh, yum! And no daiquiri, alcohol talk when a smoothie is this perfect.”

Logan had to laugh when Graham remarked on his glitter covered clothes. “It can be. But, you know...fifteen kindergartners, homemade Valentine’s Day Cards, and......glitter.” Listening to Graham’s explanation, he just smiled again. “I was just there for you, honey. Like a good fiance should be. And by the looks of me?” He looked himself over. “It wasn’t that bad. We had a lot of fun, and plenty of parent volunteers, so it was great. And you’re off the hook. I love your secret magic.” 

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham grinned, his heart skipping a beat when he finally heard the sounds of Logan coming home, and he called out to him. “In the kitchen! Which you can probably tell!” He laughed out loud after that as he knew the yummy smells were a dead giveaway. He adjusted his apron strings, giving the smoothies another whir in the blender before pouring them into glasses. 

With a soft laugh, Logan made his way into the kitchen, taking in the sound of the blender, the sight of his kitchen, and Graham in that apron. “Well, you look positively, scrumptiously domestic.” An arm wrapped around Graham’s waist, and Logan pulled him in for a long kiss, slowly letting him go. “I was right, my kitchen is a mess, but the smoothies are beautiful. What did you do, future husband?” He totally, and completely loved the sound of that, and leaned back against to counter to patiently wait for an explanation.

[grahamlarson]

When I Come Home To You, San Francisco || Graham & Logan

[logan-everett-mitchell]

grahamlarson:

Graham felt a warmth fluttering happily in his heart as he had embarked on his little plan to pamper Logan and get him off his feet for the rest of the day. It might’ve involved a little love-burglar-ing at Logan’s house, but he did have a key. He wanted them both to have a little glimpse of what it could be like once they were married, if Graham could hop away from the office for the sweetest of moments when the business hopefully took off full speed in a few years. 

He’d made a little bit more of a mess than he had planned to: cinnamon, flour, and sugar flocking the countertops as he baked, glancing over the recipe page of what the final result was supposed to look like, scrutinizing whether what was currently in the oven was gonna look anything like that as he waited for Logan to come home from Valentine’s adventures at the school where he taught. 

He’d set up all of the ‘staging areas’ already, complete with the first relaxation spot set up in Logan’s living room as he puttered in the kitchen. He checked his watch, estimating when Logan might get home, cinnamon sugar scent filling the air, and the first present for his fiance on the coffee table as he prepped a few things for the dinner he had planned for them both. 

Logan had to admit that he had fun today. Sure, a class full of kindergartners couldn’t really understand the concept of love yet, but they had fun making their mailboxes, passing out Valentine’s Day cards, and making cards for mom and dad out of construction paper. A few of his students even made cards for him, which he taped proudly, and prominently, to the front of his desk. When the school day was done, he had to sweep up a pretty massive amount of paper scraps, and his clothes were covered in glitter...but he didn’t care. It was a great day, and that was all that mattered.

Before he drove home, he thought about calling Graham, or at least texting him. They hadn’t really planned anything for Valentine’s Day, but maybe they could do a little something. Nah, that could wait until he got home, Graham might be busy, or at a meeting, or...who knows. Luckily, on the drive, he somehow missed all the end of workday traffic, and all of the traffic lights were green when he hit them. Wonders never cease. Turning down his street, and pulling into his driveway, a huge smile crossed his lips. Graham’s car. He didn’t have to call him after all, but what in the world was he doing in there?

Soon after he stepped onto the front porch, the sweet smell of cinnamon and sugar hit his nose. “He’s baking.” He said out loud to himself. Then thought... Ohhh...my kitchen’s gonna be a mess. But even that didn’t matter. Walking through the front door, he loosened his tie, and smiled again. “Honey...I’m home!”

[grahamlarson]

We Can Work It Out || Graham & Logan

[grahamlarson]

Graham nodded slowly. “I need to work on my optimism too, huh?” He gazed at Logan softly when he explained and looked like he was going to cry. “That’s—fair and honest. I appreciate that.” He stroked over Logan’s fingers again, reassuring him that he was going to take the steps toward getting better. “One more thing? Since I’m guessing I won’t have any part in it, would you be willing to pack my bag for rehab, so that my sister doesn’t have to go through my skivvies and personal things? Please and thank you.” 

[logan-everett-mitchell]

“Yeah, you do. And I have to be honest like that, because I don’t want to see you like this again. I have to believe.” Logan choked back the tears, and gave a weak smile as Graham stroked over his fingers. He truly believed in him, trusted him to get better. For himself first, and everyone else in his life second. “I’d be happy to pack your bag, I’m sure Greer wouldn’t mind a little of the weight off her shoulders. I’ll grab some family pictures too. Maybe hit a few places and pick up some decorative things for your room. We don’t want all of it to be boring...”

                                                     ~FIN~

[grahamlarson]

We Can Work It Out || Graham & Logan

[grahamlarson]

Graham nodded, since Logan was right about the majority of that, and he really just didn’t want to talk about the same thing anymore. “Since I’m Mr. Worst Case Scenario, is there a world, in the grand potential of parallel universes or whatever, where I can’t get better, and we break up? Because I’m scared of that, I’m scared of not getting better in general. I know how you feel about me dying, and I get that, but if I can’t get better, in more ways than one, are we going to break up? I think that would be a valid decision on your part.” 

[logan-everett-mitchell]

Unfortunately, Logan had to nod at Graham’s question. “I believe there is one, but I don’t believe we live in it. Since I’m “Mr. Optimist”, I believe that you’ll get better. The Higher Power didn’t keep you alive for nothing.” Logan was scared of this turn in the conversation, period. “You have to get better, Graham. You have to. I refuse to think about that kind of shit right now.” He shook his head, tears threatening with their usual prickling. “If you can’t get better, then you didn’t want it enough, and yes...we will break up.” He answered honestly.

[grahamlarson]

We Can Work It Out || Graham & Logan

[grahamlarson]

Graham nodded about it being after he got better. “That sounds much more easily said than done, but I get what you mean.” He breathed out. “I do want it, I just have no clue what that would be.” He tried not to frown when Logan said he was sick of him putting Logan above himself. He nodded. “Yeah, considering that.” He exhaled again then. “I know I will.” He traced his thumb over the back of Logan’s hand. “I probably need to get better at talking to people in general. Especially with you, I get that that’s an important part of intimacy, even when the discussion isn’t so sunny, even more so then, probably.” 

[logan-everett-mitchell]

“Everything sounds easier said than done, until you actually start, and I don’t think you’re supposed to have a clue, I think that’s the point at first.” Logan nodded too. “Yeah, considering that. And since my dad knows the struggle, he may be the perfect sponsor for his son’s fiance.” He shook his head. “No, especially with people in general, me you already talk to. You’ll need to face your fear, alcohol free, and put yourself out there.”