At the umpteenth obnoxious ding of a phone, Derek seems to finally have had enough and casts an exasperated look on both his best friends. “Are the two of you seriously texting right now? You do realize you’re sitting across from each other, right?”
A simultaneous chorus of “shut up, Derek” makes the third friend do an epic eye roll. “I’m just saying it’s getting ridiculous”.
It’s not even that they weren’t also paying attention to him - well, okay, so maybe Logan didn’t really know who Derek was talking about, but he was sure it was some new girl and honestly even if he had been paying attention by this point they all blurred together after a while - so really Derek had no ground to complain. As if to move the conversation along, Julian prompts, “You were saying something about that girl…?”
So Derek launches back into the conversation just as Logan’s phone dings with another text from his smartass boyfriend who, indeed, is sitting a few feet from him while they all drink their coffees.
‘I looked up a recipe to make custard.’
Logan raises an eyebrow at the random text, but doesn’t look up. ‘How is this relevant to me?’
The reply doesn’t come instantly so Logan takes another sip of his coffee, which seems to prompt his phone to light up with an answer.
'Because I was wondering how it would taste if I licked it off your dick later.’
Obviously Logan almost chokes to death, coughing up coffee partially from his nose - which is not only disgusting but also a huge fucking waste - while Derek helpfully pats him on the back. A couple minutes later Logan stops spitting up his lungs but still looks red in the face and, okay, it’s just that he almost died alright?
Julian has, of course, a perfect poker face on, the bastard. He totally did that on purpose. If it was just a way to get him to choke and he is not even getting a custard blowjob later, Logan is going to be pissed.
Derek is looking between them with calculating eyes. Julian innocently bats his eyes at him for good measure. Obviously that just makes him even more suspicious and he finally just sighs. “A part of me wants to ask, but a bigger part of me is just saying absolutely fucking not.”
Julian just smirks at him and launches back into conversation. Meanwhile Logan has managed to get back to a normal color and sends back, 'You should come with warnings’.
Julian barely has to look down at his phone for a moment before Logan’s phone lights up with an answer. 'Choking hazard ;) ;) ;)’
God help him, Logan can’t help but snort loudly, which gets Derek to stop his love tale again. “You know what, I give up.” And without another world the dark haired boy gets up and leaves, mumbling something about being a masochist.
Logan supposes there is no point in texting anymore, so he just casts an exasperated - and maybe a little (or a lot) fond - look at his boyfriend. “You are so fucking lame.”
To which Julian of course just grins brightly like being an annoying smartass on purpose is the highlight of his life, and thank you very much for acknowledging it. It probably says a lot about Logan Wright that he’s never been happier than right then.
My version of the last chapter of Dalton- Jogan Fic
I have written yet again! This time, it’s a fanfiction based off of a fanfiction. It’s based off of the amazing story Dalton by CP Coulter. This is how I would’ve liked it to end (because the last chapter has not been posted yet), 2,930 words btw. (And for those of you who do know Dalton, this is purely Jogan)
It was Julian’s first day at Dalton and he felt somewhat out of place. Luckily, it was the first day of freshman year, so the 80 or so other freshmen milling about the court yard at least shared that sentiment. But Julian felt a different kind of displacement. Sure, he’d been in the public eye from a young age and he knew he would definitely have no problem making friends, but the last thing he wanted was to be shipped off to some private school- in Ohio, of all places- just because his parents didn’t want to deal with him. Nevertheless, after all his begging and grovelling, he’d still had no choice to come here.
He sighed, looking at the information packet he’d received at orientation. He was assigned to Stuart House. He found it easily- the three different houses had hoisted banners across their entrances, clearly naming them. As he walked towards Stuart, a pair of identical blond boys came barrelling towards Julian, almost knocking him down. He turned as they ran, and he saw that they were headed towards the house opposite of Stuart. Windsor House, the banner announced in startlingly blue-and-yellow colours. Julian saw that there seemed to be some sort of smoke pouring out of one of the windows of the house and he was suddenly glad that he wasn’t headed in that direction. Stuart House looked much calmer.
He stepped through the entrance and almost immediately was stopped by a boy with a red and white pin on the lapel of his jacket- who’d introduced himself as Prefect of Stuart House. The Prefect was saying something- probably directing him towards his room or reciting the rules- but Julian wasn’t paying attention. His attention had been drawn up towards the landing on the first floor of the House, where a blond boy with piercing green eyes was yelling at another much bigger boy about something or other. Though it was the yelling that had attracted Julian’s gaze, it was the boy that kept it locked upwards.
He didn’t know how long he’d been staring-and god was he glad the boy hadn’t caught him looking- but he was pulled out of his reverie by the Prefect. “Oh, you’re with Logan Wright, good luck with that,” he said, pointing to the landing where Julian had been staring a few moments ago. “So his name is Logan,” he thought to himself. Maybe being at Dalton wasn’t going to be so bad after all…
Julian floated out of the memory, out of the darkness he’d been living in for god knows how long. He wasn’t aware of where he was. He could hear a faint beeping somewhere close to him, and a faint commotion further away, almost like someone was yelling- just like in his memory. But he didn’t have time to focus on the sound before he slipped back into unconsciousness.
****
To say that Logan Wright was irritated would be an understatement. It had been a week since the disaster at Dalton, and Julian hadn’t woken up yet. That alone was awful, but paired with the fact that Julian’s mother or any of his ‘people’ as Ms. Larson called them- though Logan knew they were just paid bodyguards- would let him into his friend’s hospital room. He’d come straight from Mr. Harvey’s funeral, still dressed in his dark suit, hoping that maybe something had changed, that Julian had woken up or Ms. Larson finally decided to get the stick out of her ass and was going to let him in, or even that the security guard posted 24/7 at Julian’s door had decided to take a 10 minute bathroom break and left the door unmanned so Logan could slip in for even a few moments. But no such luck had come to him. Now, he was sitting in the chair that an orderly had brought him from the waiting area a few days ago -even if Logan couldn’t go in to see Julian, he was sure as hell going to sit outside of his room so that he’d be the first to know when something changed. - and he was getting more and more agitated, until he finally blew up at the guard, telling him to let him in to see Julian, throwing in colourful language here and there. But the guard remained unfazed, as this wasn’t Logan’s first outburst on the subject. Logan knew screaming wasn’t going to change anything, but he needed to dosomething. Something to keep his mind off of the fact this his best friend – and maybe even more- was lying in a hospital room, alone, and in a coma, and probably dying for all Logan knew, and that he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Logan slumped back into his chair, wiping at the tears that had appeared on his cheeks. He hadn’t even realized he was crying. He thought back to that hellish night in the Art Hall. To what Adam had “made” Julian confess to Logan. Since then, even with all the drama and police reports and funerals and reconciliations, even with all of that, the only thing that kept going through Logan’s mind was what Julian had said. That he was in love with him. How had Logan never even seen that? Though now that he knew, it did make sense. How upset Julian had been when Logan had started seeing Blaine. How protective he’d been of him throughout the whole stupid affair with the break-up last year. All those times he’d caught Julian looking at him. And then how upset Julian had seemed again, when Logan had gushed about Kurt that first night Julian came back, and again at the Valentine’s Day fair. It all made sense. But the worst part was that, now that Logan knew how Julian felt, Logan realized that he loved Julian too.
And Blaine and Kurt had just confirmed his feelings when they spoke to him at the funeral. But it was probably too late. Julian was in a coma and he had no idea how Logan felt about him- he probably thought that Logan didn’t care about him as more than just a friend, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Hey Logan!” came a pair of identical voices from down the hall. Logan whipped his head around and saw the Tweedles walking towards him, their arms linked, and Ethan-or was it Evan? - was carrying some sort of container in his hands.
“What are you two doing here?” asked Logan, rising from his chair, walking to meet them halfway down the corridor.
“Alice and The White Rabbit sent us-“said Evan.
“-on a secret mission-“continued Ethan.
“-to help you see the Cheshire Cat!” finished Evan.
No matter how long he’d known the Twins for, Logan still could not get used to how they finished each other’s sentences.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” asked Logan, more than a little bit intrigued. The Twins’ plans were infamous for their creativity- and for their capability of destruction- but Logan would just focus on the first part for now. And anyways, a little bit of action in the hospital wouldn’t hurt anyone.
“With these!” they said at the same time, Ethan raising the container to eye level. Logan looked at it.
“You’re going to help me see Julian with cookies?” he asked.
“Ah, ye of little faith, Knave. Wait here,” said Evan before the Tweedles slipped around Logan and went up to the guard at Julian’s door. The twins spoke animatedly at the guard, though Logan couldn’t hear what they were saying. At one point, Ethan offered the guard the container of cookies, which he promptly took, opening the lid and lifting a cookie out of it. The Twins waved and walked back over to Logan, who was somewhat confused.
“I’m sorry if I’m not understanding properly or anything, I’m beyond tired but what exactly was your plan?” asked Logan.
“Those weren’t just ordinary cookies.”
“No, they were not.”
“Drew and Satoru still had the recipe from the cookies they made for the Valentine’s day fair.”
“And when Alice came to us for help, we asked them to cook us up another batch.”
“Because we knew how fast those cookies could clear a room.”
“You’ll see, it’ll work like a charm!” they finished in unison.
Just as the twins finished their tirade, Logan saw the guard looking discomforted, and then suddenly dart towards the direction of the bathroom, leaving Julian’s door unmanned. Logan couldn’t believe it had been that easy. “Sometimes it scares me how effective your plans are,” he said to the Tweedles. They just smiled at him.
“You’re welcome, now go see your Cheshire Cat, Knave, the guard won’t be gone for long!” they both gave Logan a small shove in the back towards Julian’s room. Logan walked, for what seemed like an eternity, until he reached Julian’s door.
***
**Julian now found himself in Warbler Hall. Logan had dragged him there to audition for Dalton’s Glee club. Julian had tried his hand at singing a few times- after all, what Hollywood kid hadn’t- but he’d never taken it seriously. But Logan had been able to convince him to try out. He and Logan had been friends for about a month now, and the way Julian felt about Logan hadn’t gone away for one second. They’d prepped for their Warblers audition together, even if they were performing separate songs. Currently, Logan was singing Calling All Angels and kicking ass at it, accompanying the words with the piano. The song ended with a thunder of applause from the crowd. Logan took his seat beside Julian and then the teacher, Mr. Harvey, called the next student up. “Blaine Anderson,” he said. A short boy, with curly dark hair and beautiful brown eyes stood up and made his way towards the front of the room. As he started singing, Julian looked over to Logan, who had his eyes glued to the singer- not unlike the way Julian’s gaze had been stuck to Logan’s on that first day. The look Logan was giving Blaine sent a jolt of pain through Julian’s heart. It was jealousy, he realized. He wanted Logan to look at him that way. Figures, the one thing Julian Larson actually wanted, he couldn’t have.
Julian drifted into consciousness once more, this time somewhat more aware of where he was. He could feel the soft sheets under his fingers, and he figured he was lying in some sort of bed. The beeping sounds were still there, but the screaming had subsided. He thought he heard his name whispered, but he wasn’t sure. He felt a warm pressure on his left hand. He tried to move his hand to curl it around the comforting hand, but, just as easily as he’d fallen out, he fell back into another memory.
When Julian jumped out of the window, he felt two things: pain, and relief. Relief because he could feel the fresh air hit his lungs, and after the suffocating stuffiness of the burning building above him, that was more than welcome. Pain because not long after he’d jumped, he felt his body hit something- a tree branch, maybe. And that, adding to his previous injuries, did not feel that great. There was so much pain that Julian felt sure he wouldn’t survive this. Of course he couldn’t have a nice, calm death. Julian Larson’s life was full of drama, how could it end in any other way? He heard a shout erupt from below. Logan. It was Logan, he realized. At least Logan was safe. That was the only thing that mattered. He knew he’d have to hit the ground at some point soon. He closed his eyes, calling up the face of the only person he ever loved. He felt his back slam into the landing pad.
Julian felt his back slam into the landing pad, felt the pain return to him. He screamed. He wasn’t sure if it was in the memory or not. But then he heard a very real shout saying his name. And then, all of a sudden, he was aware. He was aware of where he was, how he’d gotten there, and was very aware of the pain in his throat- probably from the screaming. He was also aware of who the voice beside him belonged to. It was the voice of the person he’d always wanted by his side, wherever he was. The voice that he could’ve listened to forever, even if it was gushing about another person. He almost couldn’t believe that that voice was there beside him. Maybe he was still unconscious and was imagining things? No, he could still feel Logan beside him. But he had to make sure. It took almost every last ounce of energy he had, and then, he opened his eyes. The room was blurry and startlingly white for a second, but then the world came into focus and then the only thing Julian could see was a pair of beautiful green eyes staring back at him.
***
The minute Logan stepped into the hospital room, he had to lean himself against the doorframe to keep himself from falling. He didn’t know what he had expected when he’d finally be able to see Julian, and now that he saw his friend’s unconscious form lying on the bed, bruises and burns coating his arms and face, he figured that he really hadn’t thought through his plan after being able to sneak into the room.
Logan let out a choked “Julian” before throwing himself to his friend’s bedside. Not wanting to hurt him, the only thing Logan did was press his hand against Julian’s. He didn’t know what to do, he’d never been good at comforting people. Just then, Julian let out a blood-curdling scream. Logan squeezed his friend’s hand and started saying his name over and over, hoping that it would wake him.
And it did. Julian opened his eyes and a wave of relief washed over Logan. He couldn’t help but lean down around his friend, wrapping his arms around Julian’s side, pressing his head on Julian’s chest. Logan let out a choked sob, noting that he’d yet again started crying with noticing it. He felt Julian lift his hand, rubbing it back and forth on Logan’s arm. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Jules,” he said, pulling back and not being able to help the stupid smile tugging at his lips.
“Water,” croaked out Julian. Logan nodded his head and went to the bathroom to fill the cup with water, bringing it back to his friend. Julian promptly took the cup, draining it in one gulp. “God I feel like shit,” he said, leaning his head back against the pillow. “Well that isn’t surprising, considering you’ve been in a coma for a week after being trapped in a burning building with a crazy stalker,” stated Logan as he sat down on the bed beside Julian.
“A week? I’ve been gone for a week? What the hell Logan, what’s been happening? How is everyone?” said Julian, sitting up in his bed suddenly. Logan put a hand on Julian’s chest and pushed him back onto the pillow. “Everyone’s fine, Julian, calm down,” he said. Just then, Julian looked around the room, noticing just how bare it was. There were no flowers or get well cards or a stupidity that the twins would’ve sent him. “Has no one come to see me?” he asked quietly.
“What? No. That’s not it, Jules,” said Logan, looking at his friend. “Your mother’s had a security detail on your door since the minute you got here. No one’s been aloud to see you,” he said.
“Well then what are you doing here?” he asked. At that Logan smiled.
“Believe it or not, the twins helped me sneak in. I’ve been trying all week to get in here, and the twins were able to do it in less than 5 minutes,” he said.
“The twins? You know what, I’m not even surprised,” said Julian. “So basically, you’re telling me that I’ve been in this coma for a week and all it took was you to come to my bedside?” Actually, Julian wasn’t even surprised by this statement. Logan had always been able to get him to do practically anything. “You’ve got some major powers there, Lo,” he added.
Logan slowly nodded. “I guess that’s true. Um, Jules…” he started. Logan wasn’t sure if he should ask the question. Mostly because he probably already knew the answer. He asked anyways. “The… what Adam made you say, in the Art Hall, about me. Was it true?” he said, looking away from Julian.
Julian was surprised that Logan even remembered that. The whole was still a blur to him. But of course Logan would remember that, of all things. Julian took a deep breath, wrapping his hand around Logan’s. “Every word,” he said. At that, Logan turned to look at him. And then, without warning, Logan leaned over Julian again, but this time he pressed his lips to Julian’s. It was a slow, tentative kiss, but it was amazing, like nothing Logan had ever experienced before. He pulled away quickly. “Wow, I’m so sorry, that was really inappropriate…” he stuttered out. Julian brought a hand to Logan’s face. “Logan. Shut up,” he said before pulling Logan’s face down to his own, and kissed him back. And this time, neither of them pulled away for a very, very long time.
Julian looked up through watery eyes, blinking back tears. The man who had just spoken (and stopped the hand which would have beaten Julian, for which he was somewhat grateful) had obviously just have stepped out from the section of the tent which was hidden from view due to a flap covering it. Julian could only assume that that was where the bed was, seeing as this portion of the grand tent was primarily used for business. Julian’s eyes steadily made their way up the man’s body, stopping when he reached his face.
And what a face it was; piercing, sharp green eyes stared down at him from under a curtain of blonde hair, too short to put in a topknot, yet too long to be considered a buzz cut. His pink lips were curved into an almost wicked smirk that matched his almost rigid body structure. His uniform was on, but only carelessly; from the waist down, he looked official. Not a wrinkle in his pants, with boots shiny enough for Julian to see his reflection. But on top he only wore a loose fitting white shift that tucked into his trousers, yet were almost strained at the shoulders because of their width.
All Julian could do was gape at the man; he knew for a fact that this was Logan Wright, the youngest general in the Fire Nation army, with fire bending skills that could defeat a dragon (though he never tried), and a temper that could rival an angry platypus bear. But even with all this terrible foreknowledge about him, Julian couldn’t help but notice how, well, attractive Logan was. It was then that one of Logan’s hands reached down towards Julian, and lifted his head so he could see his face properly.
“Oh, come on now Derek; how could you strike such a pretty face?” Logan asked not bothering to break eye contact with Julian. Light brown eyes, he noticed, not uncommon to the Fire Nation, but not so ordinary for one of the Earth Kingdom.
“Get your filthy hands off me, you squid!” Julian nearly shouts as he tries to wriggle away from the generals grasp.
“Squid,” Logan muses. “I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve ever been called by someone from the Earth Kingdom. But it’s endearing, princess; I think I’ll keep you around.” He shakes his head, and laughs at this. “What’s your name, princess?” Logan asks.
“Its Julian, and might I recommend getting better soldiers? I could have easily taken them all out with one blow.” He flicked his hair out of his face at this, and continued to stare up at the not-as-terrifying-as-he-thought-he-would-be general, almost daring him to reply. Instead, the hand that had previously held his head up struck itself down, and across Julian’s cheek, leaving a bruise on the already bloodied flesh.
“You might want to consider treating me with a bit more respect, princess. Otherwise you might find yourself ‘helping’ the newbies with their bending techniques.” At this, Logan turned to the old man holding Julian’s chains. “Tie him up to the flagpole outside my tent. Make sure you tie him up well, I really don’t want to kill him for trying to earth bend his way out of here.” Then, the young general took one last look at the earth bender, turned, and left the tent; the other young commander taking off after him.
“Alrigh’, come on then sweet heart, ya hear’ the general. Ge’ yer perky ass off ‘o the floor, an’ outside!” Julian struggled to his feet, crying out in pain when his chain bearer hit him around the face for not getting up fast enough. He was then dragged back outside, blinking harshly to get his eyes readjusted to the harsh sunlight. He was forced up against the rather thick flagpole; his arms were harshly pulled behind him, and around the pole. His legs were tied against it by rope.
“Enjoy yer stay, won’ you, sweet heart!” the man then laughed harshly, and walked off. Julian sighed to himself; he was starving, feeling incredibly weak, had been humiliated, and was slightly home sick. He’d rather be transported to the Boiling Rock than stay here. Instead of lingering on his misfortunes, however, he closed his eyes, and tried to sleep.
“I mean seriously, Lo, you can’t just tie him up like that and walk off! You gotta at least give him food, or something!” Derek was jogging besides Logan, trying to keep up with his friends fast pace. Derek Seigerson was not a bender, but had quickly climbed the ranks of the army, and landed the spot of Logan’s second in command. He also happened to become friends with the total ass who is Logan Wright, and he constantly questioned his sanity for doing so.
“In good time, Derek; I want to see how much I can break him down first.” Logan smiled to himself. He knew he could be a sadistic bastard at times, but there was something about the earth bender that Logan couldn’t quite put his finger on. The young soldier was beautiful, with light brown eyes that matched his hair that fell into his face. He had a small, yet lithe build, which made it hard for Logan to picture him as an Earth bender, who usually had strong and sturdy builds.
“Goddamn it Logan, can’t you just put him in a tent at least?” Derek asked.
“And give him a chance to escape? I don’t want to underestimate his bending abilities, which I get the feeling that I already have. It would be a risk to put him in solidarity.” Logan said, turning to make his way towards the mess tent.
“I mean, why are we even keeping him here? We could just send him to a prison camp and be done with it.” Derek stated, still jogging to keep up with his general.
“I’d rather have him in my company actually. I think I might have some fun with him”
No one had seen Logan leave. Well no one except Blaine, but even he wasn't sure where the blond had gone; Kurt on the other hand had a pretty good idea to where he'd went and, little did he know, he was right.
Before he even realized it Logan had found himself at the hospital, that same hospital where Julian was begin held "captive" by his mother, Mrs. Larson; the same one he had found himself at all week trying to get to see Julian, but it was no use. Mrs. Larson wasn't allowing it, she wasn't allowing anyone. All he knew was that he wasn't awake yet, but he was alive, though that did nothing to calm Logan. Not that he needed calming, or anything really; He didn't know how to act anymore. He had cried so much there weren't any tears left; He wasn't angry anymore nor was he sad. Things had seemed to settle down around him, others worries coming to an end; but still his wouldn't. He sat next to Julian's room and waited and waited and waited like he had done every day before. He kept going through everything that had happen over and over again;
How had he missed all the signs? Had he really been all that caught up in the hole Kurt fiasco? So much that he didn’t see his best friend was in trouble? Had he really been to warped up in all his wrecked relationships to see what was right in front of his face for three years? How had he been so blind? He knew now, thought shouldn't have found out that way, he knew. But thinking back, if Adam wouldn't have forced it out of Julian, he would never have found out. He remembered Julian begging Adam to not make him say it, remembered Kurt telling Julian not to, remembered himself being confused as to what was happening. He doesn't regret it, finding out the way he did, he wished Julian would have told him sooner, would have chosen to tell him instead of having it forced out of him, but he doesn't regret finding out. He remembers it. He remembers the whole night vividly actually; being drugged; Adam slamming the blade down and it slashing at the side of Julian's neck; Adam yelling at Julian to tell him for the last time, treating to kill Logan if he didn't. Everything that happened after that was... he still didn't know what it was. At first he couldn't believe it, he didn't want to, he kept telling himself it was a nightmare, but he wasn't sure witch parts he wanted to be a nightmare and witch parts he wanted to be real, if there were any. Everything went slow then fast, Blain getting stabbed, him hitting Adam with the axe, the explosion on the third floor, the struggle to get to the second, leaving Julian behind, jumping out the window, seeing Julian’s limp body on the ground unconscious next to Adam's, begging Julian to wake up and having Julian taken away from him. He wished so hard for it to be a horrid dream brought on by his medication but even he knew that was false hope. After a week, wishing for this to be a nightmare was useless. There was no escaping the truth, not for him, not for Julian, not for anyone, not anymore.
He sat in the chair next to Julian's room and remembered what t was said that night; "I'm in love with you" Julian said, "Have been for three years" he'd said, "Kept running away" he'd said, "Didn't want to watch you love someone else" he'd said. Was it true? Why hadn’t he just told Logan instead of running away? Why run away in the first place? He just ran instead of doing anything. Why? ‘Had I ever ran?’ 'Is that what I'd been doing?' Logan had asked himself that question so many times in the past week that it wasn't even relevant anymore; it didn't matter. Thinking back now, it seemed like he was. His father had always made it seem like you had to impress someone to have them love you, or show you any kind of affection what so ever; He guessed it somehow stuck, he guessed because he had grown up having to do so with his father he had to do it with everyone he'd wanted affection from. That's why he'd never have guessed that Julian loved him because he'd never tried to impress the boy; the fact that he'd thought Julian was straight didn't help either. And though Logan didn't realize it now, the fact that he wasn't use to receiving affection and love was the reason his relationships ended badly. Was the reason he was always scared of it. It was why he ran. Sitting In that chair now, like had done so many times in the past week, it wasn't the same. He'd had so much time to think that his mind seemed to be clear; all his problems had gone, all except one. Julian. And what Julian had said. And what Julian had done. The idiot. His idiot, that while being trapped in a burning building, had decided to go back and save the lunatic.
Logan was pulled back from the now constant jibber gabber of his mind by the sound of the door next to him opening. He quickly got up noticing Mrs. Larson immerging from the room. The women sighed at the sight of seeing him. "Haven't you gotten tired of trying Mr. Wright? I'm quite sure I made myself very clear when I told you time after time that neither you, nor anyone else was to see my son but me." Logan nodded "Yes Mrs. Larson I understand but I-" "No. It was no the first time, it's no now, and it will be no very other time after this." "But I need to see him." Logan tried again "Mr. Wright I've grown very tire of telling you no. You will see my son once he his better just like everyone else." "No!" Logan had kept his cool with this woman for a week and still nothing, he wasn't going to stand for it anymore. He needed to see Julian. "You've grown tired of telling me no and I’ve grown tired of hearing it, why can’t you just let me see him?" "Why is it so important you see him?" "Because he's my- because he- he just..." "He what Mr. Wright?" "He said... something and I just, I need to see him. I need to understand." "And how exactly will you understand when he is not even wake to explain?" "He doesn't need to explain!" "Then how are you supposed to understand?" "No, I need to understand myself. I need to understand what I'm feeling, what I’m thinking." "And how exactly does my son come into this?" "He said- he told me- I just-" Logan sighed and looked at the ground running his hand through his hair; it was no use, this women would never let him in. She looked at him curiously; she'd know Logan for three years now, she knew about his problems but even those didn't have this much of an effect on him. She suddenly felt bad. She made him sit back down in the chair and sat beside him. "What did Julian say?" Logan took is face out of his hands and looked at her. "He said- I just really need to see him Mrs. Larson please?" he looked so lost and confused his eyes pleading for her to let him go in. She sighed. "He's asleep right now, but he has been for a while, he should wake up soon. You can go in and wait if you like." Logan's eyes widen. "He's awake?" She smiled, "He has been for about twelve hours now. They had to make sure he wouldn't go back into a coma if they let him sleep so he had to stay up for a little while." "When did he wakeup?" "Maybe an hour after I told you to go home yesterday morning." Logan smiled realizing Julian was okay. "Go in and wait. He should wakeup soon, and don't worry I sent the guards home after he woke up." She got up to leave but before she could Logan pulled her into a hug and whispered a thank you.
Logan stood looking at the door for a while; now that he could go in he was afraid to. Once he finally reached for the handle and open the door, he saw Julian sleeping there in his hospital bed and the heart monitor still beeping at a normal rate; he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding. He stood in the door way looking at Julian for another five minutes before finally closing the door and moving forward to sit down in the chair next to the bed. Leaning his elbows on his knees he sat there whit his face in his hand. He'd didn't stay in that position for long though, he couldn't. He needed to move, all this waiting wasn't so bad when he was outside. He kept fidgeting in his seat. Was he nervous? Anxious? His lack of understanding and sleep were getting to him now, concentrating was becoming hard or would be if he'd have anything to concentrate on. He didn't know how long he'd been in the room before he started to fall sleep, but it had felt like forever.
He was woken up by whispers coming from before him. "I told you I didn't want to talk to him mom." Julian? "I heard what you said Julian but he looked so broken. What did you tell him?" "You know what I told him mom." Julian had told her? But Julian hadn't told anyone. Had he? "You mean?" There was no response Julian had nodded, suspected Logan. "But you said you weren't going tell him." "Did you not read the police report? Mom Adam had a knife at my troth. I think telling him was worth not getting him or myself killed don-" Logan accidentally stirred in his chair. He heard Julian sigh, "I'll go. He'll probably wake up soon." "No mom plea-" "I'm not staying Julian. You need to talk to him." the door squeaked open and then closed. Logan tried to stay still and not move but it was hard. He could feel Julian eyes on him and it was making him uncomfortable; it was almost impossible not to stir or let his breathing quicken, but he managed; well he thought he did. “Would you quit it already?” He opened his eyes and sat up right looking at the boy that was sitting in the bed staring straight forward at the blank wall in front of him. “How did you-” “I’ve known you for three years.” Julian paused and looked at Logan, “you’re not that hard to figure out anymore.” Logan couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at Julian’s attempt to ease the tension; and it had worked, but only for a minute and then there was silence. They both sort of fiddled with their hands not sure of what was okay to say and what wasn’t. “So… How are you feeling?” Logan asked him, trying to once again kill the tension in the air. “I’ve been better, but I’m not bad. I sort of wish it was all a bad dream though.” Logan looked up at Julian, who was still, of course, looking down at his hands. “Witch part?” Julian paused; he wasn’t expecting the question. Witch part did he want to be a dream? “All of it.” He’d answered his own question aloud while not even realizing. Logan’s face fell; did he regret telling him that much? There’s was a silent for a while; Logan not being sure how to answer and Julian waiting for an answer. “Me too.” Logan finally said; Julian felt relief but sadness course through him. Sure he hadn’t wanted to tell Logan but he hadn’t wanted Logan to not want to know. “Why didn’t you tell me Julian?” Logan did want to talk about it? He couldn’t take this anymore; did Logan want to forget what he’d said or not? Did he want to know why he’d said it or why he hadn’t wanted to? “I didn’t want to.” He didn’t dare to look at Logan, because just like he could read him like a book; Logan could read Julian if he wanted to. He heard Logan sigh. “Please Jules I just-” “Logan drop it. Please?” “No. Jules you can’t just tell me something like that and expect me to forget it.” Julian sighed and looked at Logan. The boy was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbows leaning on his knees; he was looking at Julian attentively waiting for something, anything. Julian turned his head to the other side of the room and closed his eyes taking a deep breath; was he really going to do this? Really going to tell him why he’d hid it from him, was he seriously about to tell the most arrogant, condescending, self centered boy he’d ever meet, that he was afraid? He heard some shuffling and then the bed beside his legs sunk “Jules?”turning his head back again, he almost hit his with Logan’s, to say the less the other boy was close. “Logan stop” He lifted his head and looked at him. “I’m not dropping it Jules. I just, I need to know why Julian.” He shook his head “I’m not telling you why I didn’t want you to know okay, so just forget it.” He looked back towards the other side. “Tell me why you- Why do you-” “Why do I love you?” he looked back at Logan; they were staring at each other now; he saw Logan swallow hard and nod, he sighed. “Hell if I know.” He said shaking his head once again. “What do you mean? You don’t know why you love me?” Logan looked as confused as Julian felt because, it was true. He didn’t know why he loved him. He just did. “I don’t. Logan you’re the most conceited person I’ve ever meet. Hell I’ve never meet someone who gets as many mood swings as you in a day. You’re so-” “Jules. I didn’t ask what was wrong with me.” Logan glared at him and Julian smirked. “You’re so fucked up-” “Jules ser-” “to others.” “What?” Julian smiled. “People think you’re crazy Lo. But you’re so much more and… and that’s why I love you.” Logan didn’t say anything he just looked at Julian. Julian swallowed and waited. He waited for what felt like forever, thought it was probably just a few seconds, until Logan finally talked again. “Your fucked up to you know?” Julian couldn’t help but laugh and Logan smiled laughing as well. “Thanks for letting me know.”Julian smiled at him. Logan smirked “Did you really think I would reject you if you told me?” Julian looked down embarrassed and nodded. Logan brought the boy’s face up for Julian to look at him; “I thought you knew how good looking you are.” Logan pointed out, capturing the actors lips with his own before Julian could respond.
My fanfiction of a fanfiction (Otherwise known as I have no clue what to call this)
I have written yet again! This time, it's a fanfiction based off of a fanfiction. It's based off of the amazing story Dalton by CP Coulter. This is how I would've liked it to end (because the last chapter has not been posted yet), 2,930 words btw. (And for those of you who do know Dalton, this is purely Jogan)
It was Julian’s first day at Dalton and he felt somewhat out of place. Luckily, it was the first day of freshman year, so the 80 or so other freshmen milling about the court yard at least shared that sentiment. But Julian felt a different kind of displacement. Sure, he’d been in the public eye from a young age and he knew he would definitely have no problem making friends, but the last thing he wanted was to be shipped off to some private school- in Ohio, of all places- just because his parents didn’t want to deal with him. Nevertheless, after all his begging and grovelling, he’d still had no choice to come here.
He sighed, looking at the information packet he’d received at orientation. He was assigned to Stuart House. He found it easily- the three different houses had hoisted banners across their entrances, clearly naming them. As he walked towards Stuart, a pair of identical blond boys came barrelling towards Julian, almost knocking him down. He turned as they ran, and he saw that they were headed towards the house opposite of Stuart. Windsor House, the banner announced in startlingly blue-and-yellow colours. Julian saw that there seemed to be some sort of smoke pouring out of one of the windows of the house and he was suddenly glad that he wasn’t headed in that direction. Stuart House looked much calmer.
He stepped through the entrance and almost immediately was stopped by a boy with a red and white pin on the lapel of his jacket- who’d introduced himself as Prefect of Stuart House. The Prefect was saying something- probably directing him towards his room or reciting the rules- but Julian wasn’t paying attention. His attention had been drawn up towards the landing on the first floor of the House, where a blond boy with piercing green eyes was yelling at another much bigger boy about something or other. Though it was the yelling that had attracted Julian’s gaze, it was the boy that kept it locked upwards.
He didn’t know how long he’d been staring-and god was he glad the boy hadn’t caught him looking- but he was pulled out of his reverie by the Prefect. “Oh, you’re with Logan Wright, good luck with that,” he said, pointing to the landing where Julian had been staring a few moments ago. “So his name is Logan,” he thought to himself. Maybe being at Dalton wasn’t going to be so bad after all…
Julian floated out of the memory, out of the darkness he’d been living in for god knows how long. He wasn’t aware of where he was. He could hear a faint beeping somewhere close to him, and a faint commotion further away, almost like someone was yelling- just like in his memory. But he didn’t have time to focus on the sound before he slipped back into unconsciousness.
****
To say that Logan Wright was irritated would be an understatement. It had been a week since the disaster at Dalton, and Julian hadn’t woken up yet. That alone was awful, but paired with the fact that Julian’s mother or any of his ‘people’ as Ms. Larson called them- though Logan knew they were just paid bodyguards- would let him into his friend’s hospital room. He’d come straight from Mr. Harvey’s funeral, still dressed in his dark suit, hoping that maybe something had changed, that Julian had woken up or Ms. Larson finally decided to get the stick out of her ass and was going to let him in, or even that the security guard posted 24/7 at Julian’s door had decided to take a 10 minute bathroom break and left the door unmanned so Logan could slip in for even a few moments. But no such luck had come to him. Now, he was sitting in the chair that an orderly had brought him from the waiting area a few days ago -even if Logan couldn’t go in to see Julian, he was sure as hell going to sit outside of his room so that he’d be the first to know when something changed. - and he was getting more and more agitated, until he finally blew up at the guard, telling him to let him in to see Julian, throwing in colourful language here and there. But the guard remained unfazed, as this wasn’t Logan’s first outburst on the subject. Logan knew screaming wasn’t going to change anything, but he needed to do something. Something to keep his mind off of the fact this his best friend – and maybe even more- was lying in a hospital room, alone, and in a coma, and probably dying for all Logan knew, and that he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Logan slumped back into his chair, wiping at the tears that had appeared on his cheeks. He hadn’t even realized he was crying. He thought back to that hellish night in the Art Hall. To what Adam had “made” Julian confess to Logan. Since then, even with all the drama and police reports and funerals and reconciliations, even with all of that, the only thing that kept going through Logan’s mind was what Julian had said. That he was in love with him. How had Logan never even seen that? Though now that he knew, it did make sense. How upset Julian had been when Logan had started seeing Blaine. How protective he’d been of him throughout the whole stupid affair with the break-up last year. All those times he’d caught Julian looking at him. And then how upset Julian had seemed again, when Logan had gushed about Kurt that first night Julian came back, and again at the Valentine’s Day fair. It all made sense. But the worst part was that, now that Logan knew how Julian felt, Logan realized that he loved Julian too.
And Blaine and Kurt had just confirmed his feelings when they spoke to him at the funeral. But it was probably too late. Julian was in a coma and he had no idea how Logan felt about him- he probably thought that Logan didn’t care about him as more than just a friend, and that couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Hey Logan!” came a pair of identical voices from down the hall. Logan whipped his head around and saw the Tweedles walking towards him, their arms linked, and Ethan-or was it Evan? - was carrying some sort of container in his hands.
“What are you two doing here?” asked Logan, rising from his chair, walking to meet them halfway down the corridor.
“Alice and The White Rabbit sent us-“said Evan.
“-on a secret mission-“continued Ethan.
“-to help you see the Cheshire Cat!” finished Evan.
No matter how long he’d known the Twins for, Logan still could not get used to how they finished each other’s sentences.
“And how exactly are you going to do that?” asked Logan, more than a little bit intrigued. The Twins’ plans were infamous for their creativity- and for their capability of destruction- but Logan would just focus on the first part for now. And anyways, a little bit of action in the hospital wouldn’t hurt anyone.
“With these!” they said at the same time, Ethan raising the container to eye level. Logan looked at it.
“You’re going to help me see Julian with cookies?” he asked.
“Ah, ye of little faith, Knave. Wait here,” said Evan before the Tweedles slipped around Logan and went up to the guard at Julian’s door. The twins spoke animatedly at the guard, though Logan couldn’t hear what they were saying. At one point, Ethan offered the guard the container of cookies, which he promptly took, opening the lid and lifting a cookie out of it. The Twins waved and walked back over to Logan, who was somewhat confused.
“I’m sorry if I’m not understanding properly or anything, I’m beyond tired but what exactly was your plan?” asked Logan.
“Those weren’t just ordinary cookies.”
“No, they were not.”
“Drew and Satoru still had the recipe from the cookies they made for the Valentine’s day fair.”
“And when Alice came to us for help, we asked them to cook us up another batch.”
“Because we knew how fast those cookies could clear a room.”
“You’ll see, it’ll work like a charm!” they finished in unison.
Just as the twins finished their tirade, Logan saw the guard looking discomforted, and then suddenly dart towards the direction of the bathroom, leaving Julian’s door unmanned. Logan couldn’t believe it had been that easy. “Sometimes it scares me how effective your plans are,” he said to the Tweedles. They just smiled at him.
“You’re welcome, now go see your Cheshire Cat, Knave, the guard won’t be gone for long!” they both gave Logan a small shove in the back towards Julian’s room. Logan walked, for what seemed like an eternity, until he reached Julian’s door.
***
**Julian now found himself in Warbler Hall. Logan had dragged him there to audition for Dalton’s Glee club. Julian had tried his hand at singing a few times- after all, what Hollywood kid hadn’t- but he’d never taken it seriously. But Logan had been able to convince him to try out. He and Logan had been friends for about a month now, and the way Julian felt about Logan hadn’t gone away for one second. They’d prepped for their Warblers audition together, even if they were performing separate songs. Currently, Logan was singing Calling All Angels and kicking ass at it, accompanying the words with the piano. The song ended with a thunder of applause from the crowd. Logan took his seat beside Julian and then the teacher, Mr. Harvey, called the next student up. “Blaine Anderson,” he said. A short boy, with curly dark hair and beautiful brown eyes stood up and made his way towards the front of the room. As he started singing, Julian looked over to Logan, who had his eyes glued to the singer- not unlike the way Julian’s gaze had been stuck to Logan’s on that first day. The look Logan was giving Blaine sent a jolt of pain through Julian’s heart. It was jealousy, he realized. He wanted Logan to look at him that way. Figures, the one thing Julian Larson actually wanted, he couldn’t have.
Julian drifted into consciousness once more, this time somewhat more aware of where he was. He could feel the soft sheets under his fingers, and he figured he was lying in some sort of bed. The beeping sounds were still there, but the screaming had subsided. He thought he heard his name whispered, but he wasn’t sure. He felt a warm pressure on his left hand. He tried to move his hand to curl it around the comforting hand, but, just as easily as he’d fallen out, he fell back into another memory.
When Julian jumped out of the window, he felt two things: pain, and relief. Relief because he could feel the fresh air hit his lungs, and after the suffocating stuffiness of the burning building above him, that was more than welcome. Pain because not long after he’d jumped, he felt his body hit something- a tree branch, maybe. And that, adding to his previous injuries, did not feel that great. There was so much pain that Julian felt sure he wouldn’t survive this. Of course he couldn’t have a nice, calm death. Julian Larson’s life was full of drama, how could it end in any other way? He heard a shout erupt from below. Logan. It was Logan, he realized. At least Logan was safe. That was the only thing that mattered. He knew he’d have to hit the ground at some point soon. He closed his eyes, calling up the face of the only person he ever loved. He felt his back slam into the landing pad.
Julian felt his back slam into the landing pad, felt the pain return to him. He screamed. He wasn’t sure if it was in the memory or not. But then he heard a very real shout saying his name. And then, all of a sudden, he was aware. He was aware of where he was, how he’d gotten there, and was very aware of the pain in his throat- probably from the screaming. He was also aware of who the voice beside him belonged to. It was the voice of the person he’d always wanted by his side, wherever he was. The voice that he could’ve listened to forever, even if it was gushing about another person. He almost couldn’t believe that that voice was there beside him. Maybe he was still unconscious and was imagining things? No, he could still feel Logan beside him. But he had to make sure. It took almost every last ounce of energy he had, and then, he opened his eyes. The room was blurry and startlingly white for a second, but then the world came into focus and then the only thing Julian could see was a pair of beautiful green eyes staring back at him.
***
The minute Logan stepped into the hospital room, he had to lean himself against the doorframe to keep himself from falling. He didn’t know what he had expected when he’d finally be able to see Julian, and now that he saw his friend’s unconscious form lying on the bed, bruises and burns coating his arms and face, he figured that he really hadn’t thought through his plan after being able to sneak into the room.
Logan let out a choked “Julian” before throwing himself to his friend’s bedside. Not wanting to hurt him, the only thing Logan did was press his hand against Julian’s. He didn’t know what to do, he’d never been good at comforting people. Just then, Julian let out a blood-curdling scream. Logan squeezed his friend’s hand and started saying his name over and over, hoping that it would wake him.
And it did. Julian opened his eyes and a wave of relief washed over Logan. He couldn’t help but lean down around his friend, wrapping his arms around Julian’s side, pressing his head on Julian’s chest. Logan let out a choked sob, noting that he’d yet again started crying with noticing it. He felt Julian lift his hand, rubbing it back and forth on Logan’s arm. “I’m so glad you’re okay, Jules,” he said, pulling back and not being able to help the stupid smile tugging at his lips.
“Water,” croaked out Julian. Logan nodded his head and went to the bathroom to fill the cup with water, bringing it back to his friend. Julian promptly took the cup, draining it in one gulp. “God I feel like shit,” he said, leaning his head back against the pillow. “Well that isn’t surprising, considering you’ve been in a coma for a week after being trapped in a burning building with a crazy stalker,” stated Logan as he sat down on the bed beside Julian.
“A week? I’ve been gone for a week? What the hell Logan, what’s been happening? How is everyone?” said Julian, sitting up in his bed suddenly. Logan put a hand on Julian’s chest and pushed him back onto the pillow. “Everyone’s fine, Julian, calm down,” he said. Just then, Julian looked around the room, noticing just how bare it was. There were no flowers or get well cards or a stupidity that the twins would’ve sent him. “Has no one come to see me?” he asked quietly.
“What? No. That’s not it, Jules,” said Logan, looking at his friend. “Your mother’s had a security detail on your door since the minute you got here. No one’s been aloud to see you,” he said.
“Well then what are you doing here?” he asked. At that Logan smiled.
“Believe it or not, the twins helped me sneak in. I’ve been trying all week to get in here, and the twins were able to do it in less than 5 minutes,” he said.
“The twins? You know what, I’m not even surprised,” said Julian. “So basically, you’re telling me that I’ve been in this coma for a week and all it took was you to come to my bedside?” Actually, Julian wasn’t even surprised by this statement. Logan had always been able to get him to do practically anything. “You’ve got some major powers there, Lo,” he added.
Logan slowly nodded. “I guess that’s true. Um, Jules…” he started. Logan wasn’t sure if he should ask the question. Mostly because he probably already knew the answer. He asked anyways. “The… what Adam made you say, in the Art Hall, about me. Was it true?” he said, looking away from Julian.
Julian was surprised that Logan even remembered that. The whole was still a blur to him. But of course Logan would remember that, of all things. Julian took a deep breath, wrapping his hand around Logan’s. “Every word,” he said. At that, Logan turned to look at him. And then, without warning, Logan leaned over Julian again, but this time he pressed his lips to Julian’s. It was a slow, tentative kiss, but it was amazing, like nothing Logan had ever experienced before. He pulled away quickly. “Wow, I’m so sorry, that was really inappropriate…” he stuttered out. Julian brought a hand to Logan’s face. “Logan. Shut up,” he said before pulling Logan’s face down to his own, and kissed him back. And this time, neither of them pulled away for a very, very long time.
Imagining Logan in silky under wear with stockings and garters underneath his clothes. thanks to this post and he loves the feel of it against his skin. all smooth, satiny, soft and delicate.
The lacy, delicate black material encased around him and one day Julian comes home early and walks in as Logan peals away the stocking from his leg and Julian's mouth waters as he's all long limbed encased in black with the setting sun throwing soft shadows across the room.
And in the midst of it all Logan is there gently pealing away the stocking form his long, long legs and Julian moves slowly up slowly and gently trails his finger along Logan's back.
Logan jumps in fright as he thought he was all alone. "Hey" he smiles softly as his boyfriend gently plays with black lace that is encased around his thigh.
"So, it was this kind of a today, hun?" Julian laughs and slips his fingers inside the wear band of Logan's underwear
"I needed a pick me up and -" he stutters as Julian has his fingers's wrapped firmly along his cock.
"Dont stop" he breathes, "Wasn't planning to" Julian replies and nips his jaw gently.
"hmm" he murmurs softly and allows himself to get lost in the feeling.
Summary: How Julian and Logan come out to the press that they are dating.
A/n: This idea came from a number of things, mainly Dylan's interview and the Klaine Au gif set.
“And we’re back” Giuliana announced and the camera focused on Julian, before going back to the two of them together. He tugged at his jacket and brushed a stray piece of lint away from his sleeve.
“For those who have just tuned in, we have Julian Larson in here with us, answering question about his new movie “Waiting Forever” which releases on September 20th in theaters across America. And now-
She paused a bit, letting the anticipation grow”- we continue on to the rapid fire questions, where Julian Larson answers everything; on life, love, acting and most importantly “Is that Logan Wright he’s always spotted with?”
He smiled a bit and Giuliana smiled back. This was the main reason he asked for this interview. A tell all to the world that Logan was his and he was Logan’s.
They had gone almost six months without anyone knowing. Six beautiful, glorious months where they could just be themselves with walks in the park and simple dates in cosy cafes, until last week.
“So Julian.“ Giuliana looked at him carefully, gauging his reaction as the entire interview was his idea.”Ready to go?”
“Yes.” He breathed out and smiled “Do your best” and Giuliana read through the carefully prepared questions.
“Rapid Fire “ She announced ”No thinking. Just choose between the two.”
Here we go. Julian told himself. This is where you tell the world you love Logan..
“Lover or Fighter?.”
Giuliana smiled and went on to the next question.
“Tequila or Jager?”
“Coffee” Julian shook his head and laughed.
“Diet or Exercise?”
“Neither” he grimaced.
“Work or play”
“Play“ he shouted, “No. Work” he laughed and Giuliana laughed with him. “I need to find a balance between the two.”
“Sex or Food”
“Sex” he announced immediately and the audience's eyes widened. Giuliana smiled and nodded and continued. They were reaching the build up.
“Eyes or Smile”
“Eyes.” He replied softly.”Definitely eyes. Green Eyes.”
“Logan Wright or Logan Wright”
This was it, the main reason for the interview and his, their coming out, so to speak.
“Logan Wright”
“So the rumours are true?”
“Well we didnt exactly hide.” He took a breath. “We didnt announce it but well it was not a secret. My mom knew and our friends and my publicist.”
He looked straight at the camera “So all was left was to tell America.”
“So why do it this way?”
And there in lay the tricky situation. How do you answer this.? Because reporters cant mind their fucking business because of which they have pictures of my boyfriend and me making out in the car, so damage control.
But the real answer was that he just wanted the world to know that he’s in love, that Logan loves him and they’ve been together for six months.
“Well, I always liked E!” This got a smile from Giuliana and a chuckle from the crowd “So we thought, why not hear it directly from me” Better me than the photos that are gonna be leaked soon. While it may cause a scandal, at least we’re out as boyfriend.
“Thats nice “Giuliana said “I wish you all the luck in the world.”
“When we come back after the break, Julian will be answering some fan questions. Stay tuned.”
“Lights out” the camera man announced and Julian slumped down into the couch. The worst was over.
“Relax” Giuliana said next to him” It went well.’
“Thank you “he replied gratefully” and she smiled in return.
His phone pinged with a message. It was from Logan. It contained a single heart and Julian smiled and clutched his phone tightly till end of the session.
A/n: part 2 of the unimaginatively titled Wedding! verse which follows Julian and Logan as they prepare for their big day. Michelle is still a cutie pie.
“You know we have to tell him too.” Julian said as he shut the door behind them. Logan shrugged and hanged up his jacket “I guess but do we really have too? He’s just not been there for us. Just because we share genes doesn’t make him a dad.”
Julian moved up and hugged his fiance from behind him, stopping Logan’s rant. “Which dad are you talking about?” Julian asked and rested his head against Logan’s back. They really had crappy fathers.
“His loss” Julian said looking up at Logan “You know that right? We have done everything, short of breaking up, but if he still doesn’t acknowledge it.”
“Yes, his loss” breathed out Logan and hugged his fiancé, breathing him in.”I’m not leaving and if he wants me, he gets you. Two for one offer”
Logan laughed and Julian punched in the chest “You did not just say that!.”
“Well its true.” Logan said “I promised long time ago that I’m not leaving you ever again. So now you have to just deal with it.”
“I hope thats alright?” he asked looking into his fiance’s eyes “I want you forever” Julian promised “Always remember that”
He reached up to rub at smear of scarlet red on Logan’s cheek.“We should tell Michelle to go easy on her kisses especially when she wears that shade of lipstick”
Logan smiled, his step mom was the best and the earbuds had been a good call. His ears were still ringing from her joyous celebrations.
“You know we have tell them right” Julian said after some time going back to the previous conversation.“Your dad and my dad and mom.”
“She’ll be alright? Right. With us?” Logan asked a bit nervous. Dolce always intimidated but she had a good heart. Julian nodded “She only wants me to be happy and you make me happy.”
“Okay then” Logan said after some time “I’ll take care of it.” and kissed his fiancé. Julian sighed into the kiss and was about to trace Logan’s lips with his tongue when the door bell rang.
The first of the many bouquets that Michelle sent had arrived and Logan slowly watched his house become filled with flowers. A note on one of the bouquets made him laugh.
Thank you for making him an honest man, welcome to the family.
Clearly addressed to his fiancé, Logan handed him the note. Julian laughed when he read it. ”Its been an honour and privilege” he replied and Logan kissed him.
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The six o clock news had a small announcement Noted actor Julian and his long time partner Logan Wright were engaged and the date for the wedding would be announced later.
Dolce smiled when she heard this and reached for the phone to call her son.
