Splash! (Logan)

[Zachary LaRousse]

Most people would say that taking a quick run in the morning is one of the quickest ways to get blood pumping properly into one’s system. And while this may hold true, Zac in all his arrogant ways has never been fond of running. He never really liked getting himself all dirty and sweaty (at least through sports, that is), so he’s opted for the more, in his words, relaxing way of warming up – swimming.

While normally he’d be with JD during these times (he’s been rather enthusiastic upon helping the speedster get over his mild hydrophobia), the other boy told him the day before that he has to opt out of the lessons just for today, as he apparently had plans Zac isn’t allowed to know about. Not really used to being kept in the dark (ever the egotistic boy, he never believed his friend had a life that doesn’t include him in the picture), he whined for a bit, but since the boy has built an immunity around Zac’s ways, it obviously didn’t work. He was forced to proceed with his exercise on his own.

Donning a relatively modest grey swim jammer, he stretched for a bit and did a few running laps around the pool before diving in. As the pool is one of the most famous places in Hammel, he enjoyed the little solitude he’s experiencing, thinking that people don’t really show up until much later.

[Logan Castille]

Waking up at the brink of dawn in order to get a decent, uninterrupted workout has its perks, but it can take a toll on a sleep deprived student such as Logan. Maybe staying up all night and relentlessly hammering out tons of homework wasn't such a good idea. But what's done is done. Logan was now dealing with all the consequences, fatigue, sore muscles, and an inability to focus. To ward off these vile symptoms, he decided it would be a good idea to go for a quick swim.

Dragging his duffel bag along the ground, Logan trailed along the walls of Hammel toward the gymnasium. Minutes later, he arrived and could hear someone swimming. He looked out to the water to see a familiar figure but he couldn't identify him immediately. Moments later, it hit him. Zac! A simple smile appeared on his face. He must've dyed his hair.

"Zac," Logan called out enthusiastically, "it's been a while!" He approached the water's edge. "Meet me in da locker room, fish boy."

Logan entered the locker room and threw down his duffel bag on a bench near his empty locker. He sat down and began digging through his bad slowly. His lethargic movements made it obvious he was suffering from typical post-workout muscle soreness. Out of he bag came his dorky superman swimsuit. Superheroes are always in style in Logan's opinion.

With a bit of difficulty, Logan began removing all his clothing from his still sweaty body. His skin glistened subtly. "I liked yer hair da way it was before," he mentioned to Zac with a smirk. Logan's eyes quickly glanced up and down all the boy's body. "Da rest of ya still looks ta be da same," he added, "I guess dat's how I recognized ya."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Lost in his own world, it took a while for Zac to notice that the pool doors opened and someone came inside. Had he not shouted, Zac would still be swimming, ignoring him until he enters the pool. And while he didn’t need to see the boy’s face to know who he is (Zac says that his accent gives him away almost immediately, not that it’s a bad thing anyway), he decided it’s just proper for him to acknowledge him to prevent any misunderstandings.

“Hey Logiepoo!” he waved back, raising his arms as he stopped mid-lap, his feet pedaling underwater (he’s near the deep-end of the pool already). When Logan told him to follow him to the locker room, the boy quickly swam to the sides and got out of the pool. He didn’t need to be told twice, not when he feels that something’s up (pun totally intended) with Logan.

Dripping wet as he entered the locker rooms, Zac didn’t bother hiding the smirk the formed on his face when he saw Logan undressed and ready. “My, my. Eager, aren’t we?” he teased as he slowly approached the boy, his eyes checking the boy out from top to bottom.

His breathing became a bit harder as he sat beside Logan’s duffel bag, repeatedly telling himself not to jump on him already. “You don’t like it? Really?” he pouted, tilting his head and trying to act ‘cute’, “But I thought it makes me look sexier.” He suggestively placed his hand on the Cajun’s thighs, teasingly stroking it as he chuckled at Logan’s choice in swimwear. “Please tell me you’re not wearing that. Dork.”

Maybe it’s a good thing JD couldn’t show up after all.

[Logan Castille]

"Eager?" Logan questioned with a naughty voice. "I gotta get changed to go swimmin' don' I?" Logan slowly (and I do mean slowly) slipped on his swim trunks after throwing the rest of his clothes and his duffel bag into his locker. "I don' mind bein' a dork. I think its sexy." He grabbed a towel and began walking out of the locker room, but before exiting, he made sure to gently slap Zac's butt.

Logan slowly took his first few steps into the water. He then walked his way toward the middle of the pool and completely submerged himself for a moment. It felt as if the weight of the world was being lifted off of his shoulders. He stood back up in the water and began stretching his arms high into the air. "I wore myself out," he said before lowering himself back into the water. It was quite obvious that he had a rough start to the morning.

His arms and legs slowly paddled through the water in random directions. He was careful to not exert himself too much, but in the midst of his incredibly slow swimming, the urge to have a casual conversation with Zac entered his system. "So, Zac, whatcha been up to?" Logan came to a stop and turned to his friend. "Do ya ever get da urge to settle down," he began to explain, "like with one person? Ya know, like as a couple?" Deep down inside, something told him Zac really didn't feel that way. "I don' mean like, me wit you or anythin' like dat," he made sure to add in, "I guess I've just had an eye out for for love lately."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac could barely control himself in front of Logan. His breathing was just tad too deep and slow, his excitement clearly seen through his swim jammers as they became tighter than ever. His hand continued to stroke the other boy’s leg, occasionally letting it slide down Logan’s cheeks and squeezing them lightly. He made sure to let out a loud whine when Logan grabbed his shorts and put them on, playfully tugging them down twice while pouting like crazy.

“Why are you such a tease Logan?” he protested as he stood up and walked towards the Cajun, “You know you want it as much as I do.” Unfortunately for Zac, that doesn’t seem to be the case. He was planning to corner the boy to the wall, his arms serving as supposedly impenetrable walls, but Logan was far too fast for him. He was out and behind him faster than he can register it happening. He knew he should’ve leapt at the chance when it was just right in front of him.

He was still pouting when he got out of the locker room, dragging his feet like a heavy load. Instead of a usual swan dive, he opted for a cruder cannonball, hoping it’ll rile Logan up. “Wore yourself out so early in the morning? Why?” he asked as he effortlessly swam behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his waist as he let his chin settle on his shoulder, “You aren’t out fapping all night, aren’t you?”

He promptly followed Logan around, idly floating on his back with his arms behind his head. “Me? I’ve been around. I would narrate my life to you, but Rumor seems to be doing it better for me.” He was probably one of the few people who did not detest whoever was behind that Rumor blog. In fact, he liked it; in his eyes, someone is finally realizing how interesting his life is and decided to stalk him.

Logan’s follow-up inquiry did catch him off guard. “Oh sure you aren’t,” he said coyly, planting a light peck on the Cajun’s cheek. “Well, I was out pursuing Ann for the latter part of the year, and then L.C. during the first few months, but then I decided it wasn’t worth it. I’m just too hot not to be shared, I realized.” Long speech for a simple fact: he was dumped. Twice. “How about you? Eyeing anyone in particular?”

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[Logan Castille]

A quick bout of laugh exited Logan's system. "Fappin' all night?" He barely managed to speak due to his laughing, "It don' take me dat long to get off." He took a quick deep breath in order to calm himself down. Laughing actually kind of hurt him a bit. "I think dat's somethin' ya know personally," he said while turning around and brushing his hand down Zac's chest. Logan could feel his heart racing at the sight of Zac's fit, defined body, but he had no desire to do anything crazy at the moment. He was simply too worn out (but that never stopped anyone before).

When Zac mentioned Rumor, he couldn't help but shake his head. "Maybe I'll take a deeper look into Rumor's blog den." Logan wasn't huge fan of Rumor, but he secretly found certain things typed up by the gossip monger to be quite humorous. "I don' think I've ever been under Rumor's radar, and I hope I neva will be."

The kiss that graced his lips brought back the vivid memories of Zac and Logan’s last extended encounter. It nearly caused him to lose his focus but he managed to snap back into reality to catch Zac’s speech about being dumped. ”Sorry to hear that,” he mentioned with a warm, sincere smile. Logan swam to the edge of the pool and relaxed his back on the side with his shoulders and well defined arms floating on the surface of the water. ”I haven’t had ma eyes on anyone just yet. I mean, sure I have some crushes or whatever, but I’ve mainly just been doin’ a lotta thinking’ lately.” He looked down at the reflection of himself in the water. ”I guess I'm jus' growin' up or something."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac promptly brought their hips closer together and let his hand slide down on the boy’s crotch for a moment, teasing him on what he’s been missing, as the Cajun laughed. He let his other hand roam around the boy’s well-defined chest and torso, and felt the tension in his body. “That is true,” he smirked, chuckling as he planted a series of light pecks from Logan’s shoulder, through his neck and up his ear, then back down again, “Though I’m not saying anything about getting off just once you know. I remember you exploding on me more than twice back then. And that was just within two hours.” He let a soft growl escape him when the boy turned, cupping the boy’s buttocks as he shivered at the hand on his chest. “What have you been doing all morning anyway? You haven’t been whoring yourself out, haven’t you?” Hooray for denseness and crude language.

“Why not? It’s rather fun you know. Especially when I read all the trolling and the comments.” Zac is rather sincere with his statements really. While it may be a little hard to digest how someone is apparently happy that a guy (or girl) is spreading rumors about him, Zac’s ego is enough to turn any bad publicity good publicity in his eyes. He leaned in closer to Logan and quickly whispered, “You know, if we do it in the pool now, I betcha you’ll be in the blog within a week’s time. Two at max.”

Logan’s sincere smile simply earned a disbelieving chuckle from Zac. He wasn’t really used to someone feeling bad for him (JD has just been teasing him) and well, he didn’t really want anyone to feel bad for him. “Stop that. I’m not some frail teenage boy you know,” he stated, playfully punching the Cajun’s arms before remembering his pain. “Oops. Sorry.”

His chuckle and smile turned into a rather boisterous laughter when Logan mentioned growing up. It made him feel like they’re already in their mid-20s and the Cajun’s giving him a lecture in responsibility. “Know what, I might just have someone for you,” he suggested, his grin turning into something a bit too mischievous for comfort, “You know JD? JD Pearson? Moody reclusive speedster? Lives next door?”

Zac, no. Just…no.

[Logan Castille]

Zac's touch once again brought back memories of their lustful encounter in Zac's dorm and then to the fancy hotel room, but Logan's fatigue continued to keep him from wanting a repeat of steamy actions that took place. He lightly grabbed Zac's hands and removed them from his body, effectively ending Zac's touchy-feely intimacy. "I'm jus' not in da mood for dat right now. Sorry." Logan tried his best to not seem rude or shuttered in any way, shape, or form, but sleep deprivation was starting to take its toll both mentally and physically. Last night was not the first time he stayed up really late and this definitely wasn't his first early morning work out. "I've been workin' out all mornin'," he said calmly. Zac's going to have to try a little harder if he wants to get anywhere with Logan this time.

"I rather be famous than infamous," he replied with a bit of cold sarcasm at Zac's lecherous offer, which actually did cross Logan's mind a few times. "But seriously, if at all possible, I rather not end up as Rumor's next victim."

He shrugged off the pain from Zac's punch and glared at him angrily, but he quickly added in a bright smile to show that he was fine. "It's okay. At the moment, I think I'm a lot more frail den you are."

"JD? Da hot guy who lives next door to me?" Logan questioned loudly. "Dere's no way dat guy's gay. I jus' don' see it." He turned away from the middle of the pool, thinking about the guy Zac spoke of. "What makes ya think he would be interested in me anyway?"

(Sorry for crappiness! It's the Monday blues!)

[Zachary LaRousse]

A small whimper escaped Zac as Logan gently slithered out of his grasp, his hands and body aching for the Cajun’s warmth. “You have mastered the art of teasing to a tee Logan,” he chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair as he sneaked another slap on the boy’s behind, “You should teach me your secrets sometime.” Though getting it so early in the morning wasn’t really in his agenda initially, Logan’s arrival somehow changed things. And while he would’ve really liked to get it on (he hasn’t done it in the pool yet as far as he’s concerned), he wasn’t one to force himself on someone. He could persuade them to no end, but if they still voiced their disapproval out, he’d stop. He still has some decency after all.

So instead he resolved to help Logan remove the tension from his body. He knows how excruciating how it feels first hand, so he figures he’s one of the most qualified people to help the Cajun. “Here, let me help,” he said as he positioned himself behind the boy and started massaging his shoulders, “Don’t worry, no matter how similar this looks like to the last time, I’m not prepping you up for anything.” He winked, hoping it’ll be enough to pacify the boy. “Doing some intense workout lately Logie? Trying to impress someone? Or should I say someones?” He might not be the one to gossip, but he does like prodding people from time to time.

“Would you kill me if I told you I like the frail Logiepoo more than the energetic one?” joked the mimic as he told Logan to move closer to the pool’s edges so he had something to hold on to as Zac continued to work through his tense muscles. He did perk up a bit when Logan referred to JD as the hot guy. That alone was enough to tell Zac that the Cajun was interested (and that his theory about JD being a killer when it comes to looks too is apparently true). “How would you know?” he teased, “I mean, sure the guy’s been dating girls ever since I knew him, but his last date was when…a year or so ago?” (It was probably more recent; Zac’s just a douche and readily exaggerates stuff).

“Well, you’re you.” Zac has never been the greatest orator anyway. “When you’re not having your moments, you’re rather cute, adorable and extremely f*ckable.” He gave Logan’s cheeks a nice pinch just to prove his point.

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I am sorry it was late. And I fell asleep a little too long again. Please don't kill me Smexy Tee. D;. (And as you know, the next one will come a little later too. SORRY. -kicks work-)
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

"Thank you," Logan said with a calm, sincere voice. He feared that the situation to become too awkward, but luckily for him, Zac sparked up another conversation, which kept things flowing smoothly. "As much as I've teased ya already, you should be able ta resist it by now." He let off a sly smirk and peered into Zac's eyes. "But I can teach ya a few things if you'd like," he mentioned with a slightly seductive voice, "but not right now." Even when with the curse of post-workout pain, Logan couldn't help but tease. It came naturally to him (especially around someone as randy as Zac).

A feel of pure relaxation came over his body as Zac began his spectacular massage. Logan closed his eyes and rolled his head back. A small sigh of relief escaped him. "Ya must be a pro at dis," he said slowly, "'cause I dunno how, but yer massages actually turn me on." Logan's hands slipped around, grasping on Zac's thighs. Zac once again, for what felt like the millionth time, made his heart start pounding. Logan barely managed to fight off the urge to turn around and be carnal with Zac in the middle of the pool.

"Maybe I need ta take a break from my workouts," he contemplated, "dat crazy bitch of a personal trainer at da gym has been destroying me." Logan then turned around, allowing Zac to massage the front part of his shoulders and his chest. "I'm not really tryin' ta impress anyone specifically, ya know, I'm jus' doin' what I gotta do."

"Why do ya like me frail?" Logan asked with a sinister smirk. "Is it so ya can take advantage of me?" He abruptly pulled Zac close to him, showing that he still had a tad bit of strength remaining. "I still got some fight in me."

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Zac's obvious exaggerations. "Maybe he just hit a dry spell!" Who knew talking about guys could be so fun? "I'm cute, adorable, and f*ckable? Wow. Thanks for the ego boost!" He moved one of his hands under the water and gentle grabbed Zac's crotch as a way of repaying the compliment. His arms then wrapped around Zac's lower back, pulling him in close. "I dink I'm in da mood now." He planted a quick kiss on Zac's lips as well. "Let's take dis out da pool."

[Zachary LaRousse]

A loud laugh escaped the mimic when Logan thanked him. It’s the first time someone has thanked him for not forcing himself on them; while he knows most are thankful when he does that, they usually just walk away, or even worse, send him flying across the room (yup, he may be over with Ann already, but the punch still stings from time to time). “I keep trying, but those big blue eyes of yours are just too powerful for me,” he winked, biting his lip ever so suggestively. He moved a little bit closer as he whispered something to Logan’s ear, his mouth gently nibbling on the Cajun’s ear. “Don’t thank me just yet though,” he chuckled, though his laugh is a bit more sinister than usual, “Just because I’m not pushing it doesn’t mean I won’t do you hard and rough later.”

“Sorry Logiepoo, but my massaging skills aren’t mere skill though. I can teach you, but you have to be born with them to an extent,” he bragged, smirking at Logan’s confession. He let a soft moan pass through his lips when Logan started stroking his legs. The urge to simply rip those dorky shorts off and just do it right there and then is just too much. It’s really a sin how hot and bothered Logan can make him feel in such a short amount of time. “Though to be fair, the whole innocent-boy-yet-wild-in-bed image you’re always giving me with your stare drives me nuts too, so I guess we’re good.”

He simply gave the Cajun a light peck on the shoulders when he started rambling about his trainer. “At least you still have access to your gym you know. I got suspended from mine because of the incident a few months back.” Among other things at least. He was lucky his allowance only got cut by 25% really. “And hey, at least she’s good. However could you achieve a body as yummy as this anyway?” And just to prove his point on how ‘delectable’ Logan’s body is, he leaned down, running his tongue from the boy’s navel up his chest, making sure to give special attention to Logan’s pressure points along the way.

Zac growled when Logan suddenly grabbed him, particularly because his already raging hard-on suddenly got the friction it’s been begging for the whole time. “Well then, maybe you’re the right person to get him all wet again, don’t you think?” And when Logan suddenly grabbed his crotch, he almost jumped for joy. “Yes, incredibly f*ckable. Unless of course, you can give it as good as you can take it.”

“Why bother moving-” he asked, pinning Logan to the edges of the pool, “-when we can easily do it here?”

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Sorry it was sooo late. D;
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

A jolt of apprehension shot through Logan's veins. "I don' dink I'll be the one gettin' him wet," he began to say, "I'm not a girl. He's straight." In all actuality, Logan really wouldn't mind the attention, or the opportunity, but he knew that it wouldn't work out if they were to try and hook up. Zac is crazy if he thinks a handsome straight guy will magically flip his sexual orientation out of nowhere. He was about to leave the pool, but Zac suddenly stopped him in his tracks. Maybe I teased him a bit too much. Logan looked Zac into and eyes and explained, "Not here, not now. Like I said before, I don' wanna end up as Rumor's next victim." Logan then slithered out of Zac's arms and out of the pool. He began walking toward the locker room. "I'm gonna go change and hit da hay. I'll talk to ya later, Zac."

(Sorry for the delay and shortness. You know the reason. xD The thread is now COMPLETE and CLOSED.)