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After the meal, and after a pointlessly long, but good natured, bicker about who should pay, you and Logan stepped back out onto the street. You held on to Logan’s arm again and you started to head back home. You’d not gone many steps when you stopped.
‘Ow,’ you said, picking up your foot and pulling your shoe off.
‘What’s wrong?’ Logan asked, holding onto your arm.
‘Stupid thing’s given me a blister,’ you whined.
Logan looked down at your foot and saw the red bubble of the blister forming on your heel.
‘Dammit!’ You cried.
Logan thought for a second then turned his back to you.
‘Hop on,’ he said, crouching down a little.
‘What?’
‘C’mon,’ he said, wiggling his hands behind him, ‘get on and I’ll give you a piggyback home.’
‘Logan,’ you laughed, ‘you can’t do that!’
‘It’s either that or I scoop you up in my arms, which will look even weirder. Or you could just live here now, outside this,’ he looked up, ‘vape shop?’ He looked at you ‘what the fuck is a vape?’
You laughed and shook your head.
‘Okay. Piggyback it is. Turn around.’
Logan did and you jumped up onto his back, his arms catching you under your thighs, your arms wrapped around his neck. Logan hitched you up a little, making you sit better and started off down the street, your shoes, that you were now holding, bumping on his chest as he walked along. You got a few looks from people but you didn’t care. Logan was smiling, you were laughing and this just felt like a pretty perfect way to end the date, sore heels or not.
‘You okay up there?’ Logan asked at one point.
‘I’m fine,’ you said, Logan enjoying the feeling of your breath on his cheek, ‘I could get used to this.’
‘Huh,’ Logan smiled, ‘next time you’re wearing sneakers.’
Next time. Presumptuous maybe but tonight seemed to have gone very well, why wouldn’t you go out again? You wrapped your arms around Logan a little tighter. Over his shoulder you noted the small smile on his face. A smile that grew bigger when you planted a kiss on his cheek.
‘That was the kiss I meant to give you the other night,’ you said quietly, settling your cheek against his, enjoying the tickle of his beard.
‘I enjoyed the other one more,’ Logan said and you noted his eyes flicked back towards you, judging your reaction.
‘So did I,’ you smiled.
Before too long you were back at the apartment building. Logan didn’t let you down until you were inside. You smoothed your dress down and smiled at him.
‘Thank you very much,’ you said, giving him a small curtsy, making him laugh.
‘Hope your foot heals soon,’ Logan replied.
You kicked your foot up again and looked back at the sore red spot.
‘It’ll be fine. Sure could use a healing ability right about now,’ you grinned. Logan smiled back at you.
‘If I could lend it to you I would,’ he said.
You both took the elevator to your floor and walked to your door.
‘I had the best time, Logan. Thank you.’
Logan looked shy at this and mumbled something about it being no problem.
‘I’d really like to do it again sometime,’ you added.
‘I’d like that too,’ Logan said.
You leant back against your door and got your keys from your bag.
‘I’d also really like to invite you in,’ you said, ‘but sensible me thinks we should take things slowly.’
Logan nodded.
‘Maybe sensible you is right.’
You jingled the keys in your hand.
‘I hate her,’ you pouted.
‘Me too.’
You smiled then moved forward and caught Logan’s lips in a kiss, on purpose this time. You sighed at the feel of his hands on your waist and reached to wrap your arms around his neck. If you were going to make out like this then you should really go inside, sensible you was saying. Not so sensible you would just like Logan to carry on kissing you. Eventually you broke away, Logan chasing your lips a little as you parted.
‘When can I see you again?’ he asked.
You thought for a moment.
‘Tomorrow. Come round for breakfast.’
Logan grinned.
‘I can do that.’
Not sensible you was about to suggest that if he stayed the night then he wouldn’t be late for breakfast but just as you were about to say this out loud, Wade came bounding up the stairs.
‘Hello!’ he said, grinning broadly.
‘Hi Wade,’ you sighed, then turned to Logan, ‘see you tomorrow?’
‘Sure,’ he smiled and gave you another kiss. You both tried to ignore the sound of Wade squealing.
After you’d disappeared into your apartment, Logan stood looking at your door for a few minutes before Wade assaulted him with a crushing hug.
‘I’m so happy for you, Peanut!’
Logan sighed and stood still while Wade hugged him.
‘Thank you,’ he said eventually.
***
Logan didn’t sleep well. He never slept well but this time it was because he was just too eager to see you again. Which was stupid because if he went to sleep, next thing he knew it would be the morning and ta-da! He’d be at yours and enjoying breakfast. That was something else that kept him awake. Did you mean breakfast or ‘breakfast’? Deep down he hoped the latter but whatever happened he would be happy just to be with you.
Wade had tried to give him the third degree about your date but Logan wouldn’t tell him anything. For the first time in a long time he felt content. It terrified him and he was holding it in his hands as if it was something so fragile it could shatter at any moment. He just wanted to hold it and you close and enjoy it. He didn’t need Wade wanting a play by play of what you talked about and what you ate and blah blah blah. Logan ignored him and went to his room, to think about you and whatever the future might bring.
***
You woke up way earlier than you normally would. Despite that you felt energised and looking forward to seeing Logan. Then it struck you that you never actually told him what time to come round. You flopped back down onto the bed and let out a laugh. You were both so very bad at this it was a miracle you’d even managed one date. You got up anyway, wandering to the kitchen and digging through the freezer. You knew you had some frozen pastries in there somewhere. You cheered in triumph when you found them and set them to start baking while you went back to your bedroom to get dressed.
***
Logan meanwhile was pacing around outside your door. He’d realised the same thing as you and had he his own phone, he’d have sent you a message. He’d have to sort that out so he wouldn’t have to resort to using Wade’s all the time. When he had deemed it a suitably civilised time, he knocked. You answered the door quickly and smiled at him.
‘Hi,’ you said.
‘Hi,’ he said back. You saw his nose twitch at the smells coming from the kitchen.
‘Got some pastries, coffee and I’m just cooking some bacon. Come on in.’
Logan followed you to the kitchen and was happily enveloped in the smells.
‘You’ve gone to a lot of effort just for me,’ he said, feeling a touch overwhelmed.
‘You’re worth the effort,’ you smiled and Logan melted into the floor.
‘Oh,’ you said suddenly, ‘I forgot something.’
‘What?’
You reached him in two steps and kissed him. You felt Logan smile.
‘Oh,’ he said when you let him go, ‘yeah can’t forget that.’
‘I had a great time last night,’ you said softly.
‘So did I.’
You and Logan just stared at each other. The rest of the world seemed to disappear in that moment and you wanted him more than anything. He let out a small breath and seemed just about to speak when there was a beeping from the oven timer. You moved apart from him and smiled.
‘Let’s eat first,’ you said, ‘then we can go from there.’
Logan nodded. He didn’t want to eat. He wanted you. He couldn’t recall the last time he craved someone so very much. But he was still very aware of what happened, or what didn’t happen, the weekend before. Take things slow, don’t panic, don’t worry, he told himself.
You both ate and drank your fill, making small talk, all the while both fully aware of the tension between you. The tension that just seemed to be growing. Every time you looked at Logan you felt electricity shooting down your spine. You were thrilled and confused by this. You’d spent so much time dismissing Logan that you didn’t realise who it was that was standing right in front of you. He was funny and smart and kind. Yes, he was also lost and broken, a man out of his own time and place, but wasn’t it better to try and help him. To love him?
Breakfast done with, you collected up the plates and put them in the sink. You stood by the counter and smiled at Logan.
‘Breakfast achieved,’ you said, ‘what now?’
Logan shrugged.
‘Whatever you want to do, sweetheart,’ he smiled.
You lingered by the counter for another moment before moving towards Logan. You straddled him and kissed him all in one fluid movement. You felt Logan’s arms around you, one moving to your hip and pulling you harder onto his lap. You sighed into his mouth as you felt his tongue moving against your own. You felt something else moving too.
‘Oh,’ you grinned.
‘Yeah…’ he smiled back.
You felt both of Logan’s hands on your hips now, as you gently moved against him and against the hardness of him. You were right, he was big. And hard. And all yours.
‘I think,’ you panted, Logan’s cock hard against your clit, making you shiver with need even through all your clothes, ‘we should move somewhere more comfortable.’
Logan agreed and stood up, you wrapping your legs around his waist as he did so. You made it as far as the couch before Logan came to a stop. You felt your back hit the cushions and the weight of Logan on top of you, his hardness pressing into you even more now. He was humping against you, your legs still open and wrapped around him. He was hitting you just right and you could feel warmth in your belly as he continued.
‘Logan...’ you moaned.
‘Yeah, baby?’
‘If you keep doing that I’m going to come!’ you gasped.
Logan was fairly sure that he would too, if he didn’t stop. Part of him didn’t want to stop but part of him didn’t want you both to come like this, fully clothed, even if it felt so good. Logan sat up and back on his heels, looking down at you.
‘Do you want it?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ you said, nodding your head, ‘so much.’
‘Good,’ Logan smiled and leant down to kiss you again.
When he sat back up again, you felt his hands on the waist band of your leggings and helped him pull them and your underwear off. Your hands went to his belt and the zip of his jeans. Logan pushed his jeans and boxers down to his knees and your eyes opened wide at the size of him, his thick cock jutting out from his thick thatch of pubic hair. Whatever ailed him the previous week was long forgotten and you smiled up at him, shifting and flinging one leg over the back of the couch. Logan laughed.
‘Eager?’
‘Shut up and fuck me,’ you said, grinning.
Logan fell on you, kissing you deeply and slowly, while he put a hand between your legs and felt your arousal. He had thought about eating you out but you were so wet already, so that could be a treat for later he decided. You watched as Logan took himself in hand and lined himself up with you. He paused.
‘It’s been a while...’ he began.
‘So you said,’ you replied, ‘I don’t care if it lasts two second or two hours, I just want you inside me now.’
With a command like that how could he refuse.
Logan entered you slowly, easing himself in, easing you into the size of him. As you adjusted to him, just the feel of him in you made you feel like nothing else in the world mattered.
‘Don’t move yet,’ you sighed, ‘I just want to...feel you...’
Logan looked at you, at the bliss in your face. Hey, he thought, if you just wanted to lay there and do a little cock warming he wasn’t going to complain. If anything, it turned him on all the more. While he waited for you to decide he could move, he lay soft kisses along your throat and along your jaw. He smiled against your skin as he felt your hands in his hair and enjoyed the small sighs that you let out. Eventually you decided that enough was enough and Logan could start to move.
He went slow at first, long strokes in and out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex with anyone and he wanted to savour every moment. Your couch creaked a little as he moved, and he started to worry that it might not take the extra weight and extra movement. You seemed to have the same idea.
‘The floor,’ you breathed and Logan somehow manoeuvred you both onto the rug in front of the couch without breaking contact with you at all. You did, however, find yourself now on top. You sat up, with a moan, and looked down at Logan. His hands were on your hips and he was grinning up at you.
‘Do I have you right where you want to be?’ you asked, starting to move your hips, feeling Logan slipping in and out of you. He groaned and his body undulated as he moved his own hips up in rhythm with you.
‘Can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be, sweetheart,’ he groaned.
You rode Logan, hard. He gripped your hips, your thighs, pushed his hand under your shirt and took hold of one of your breasts. You braced your hands on his chest, pulling at the buttons on his shirt, opening it up to feel the rough hair, the hard muscle. You could feel yourself rubbing against his pelvic bone, while making sure he hit you in just the right spot inside. Logan watched as his cock moved in and out of you as you fucked yourself onto him. He was slick with your arousal and it made him want to flip you over and pummel himself into you. Next time, he thought, next time and the time after that and the time after that.
‘Fuck...’ he said through gritted teeth as he felt you starting to clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you, your head thrown back and the wail you let out more than likely going to have been heard next door. Logan didn’t care. He was seconds away from coming himself. You continued to move, even as your own release died away. Logan grunted and thrust himself hard into you, his hips lifting off the floor a little. You laughed at the feel of his come spilling into you, wondering if you could grind out another orgasm for yourself, working yourself up and down his cock again, shocking yourself with yes yes you could and you would and Logan continued to fuck into you.
After, you both lay, half dressed, sweaty and out of breath, still on the floor. You ran your hand over Logan’s stomach and watched as the muscles moved under your touch. Logan was drawing small circles on your back with his fingers. Neither of you wanted to move.
‘Whatever happened to sensible you?’ Logan asked.
You laughed and ran your hand over Logan’s chest.
‘I think she had the sensible fucked out of her,’ you said, then sighed, ‘I could fall asleep here but I don’t think my back would thank me.’
You sat up and looked down at the man lying beside you.
‘We should get up,’ you said.
Logan propped himself up on his elbows.
‘We could,’ he said, then thought, ‘you need a shower.’
‘Do I now?’
‘You do. So do I,’ he grinned, ‘strenuous exercise.’
‘Hmmm. Well, I suppose I could lend you a towel and some soap.’
‘That’d be good,’ Logan said, ‘not sure I can reach everywhere though. Might need help, washing my back.’
‘Oh, I can do that,’ you said.
‘Thank you, that’s very helpful.’
You both grinned and you stood up, fully aware of the state of undress you were both in and not giving a damn. You held out your hand and pretended to pull Logan up. He caught you in another kiss, stepping out of his jeans and taking off his shirt entirely. He stood before you entirely naked. You caught your own t-shirt and pulled it off over your head. Logan smiled and took your hand.
‘Bathroom’s that way,’ you said, pointing to a door.
Logan led the way, the door shutting behind you both. The sounds of water, splashing and laughter followed.
Wade was not entirely surprised that he didn’t see Logan again for a few days.