[M] Let's do this crap! {Zac}

[Zachary LaRousse]

That hot bastard. Who the hell gave him permission to tease me like that?

Indeed, Zac’s feeling incredibly hot and troubled right now. As much as he’d like to deny it, Logan’s really got it going. When he first came in the room, never did Zac think that the boy would be this arousing exciting. To him, Logan’s got this clean and innocent boy-next-door aura, as he frequently sees the Cajun in perfectly ironed dress shirts, neat clothes and that rather magnetic smile of his. No, he did not expect that Logan has this rather interesting facet in his personality. Not that he’s complaining or anything.

“If I say no, would you leave?” smirked the Prince as Logan ran his hands through his chest once more, Zac feeling his breath becoming a little too laborious and his boxer briefs a whole lot tighter (which he hopes Logan won’t notice, at least not now). When Logan put a finger over his lips, he promptly opened his mouth and gave the boy’s finger a rather sensual lick. Logan may be overwhelming his senses with all the suggestive talking and touching, but he still has a few tricks of his own. “You like to ride slowly huh. I think I can work with that,” he said, giving Logan a suggestive wink. When Logan’s hands briefly brushed his thighs, he thought he’d actually lose it right there and then. He almost moaned, quickly catching the said reaction and making it go back down, letting it out as a relatively deep breath than a guttural sound of pleasure.

He gave Logan a disbelieving look. Is he really this forgiving? Seriously, he just got insulted by someone who hasn’t even seen him and he just goes and gives out generous tips? What is up with this guy? But instead of trying to make Logan feel weird about his tipping, he simply chuckled and said, “So you think doing good to your enemies would be enough atonement for the unkind teasing you’ve been doing to me? I hardly think so.” No, he’s never going to let the fact that Logan has teased him immensely (and that he’s failed to come up with a suitable comeback) down. “Says you. You know, if you haven’t been insulted for your heritage yet, I’d say it was because of your Cajun blood that makes you want this weird drink really.” He followed his supposed insult with a hearty laugh, telling Logan that he’s merely trying to make a little joke. His eyes almost popped out, however, when Logan suddenly went in and gave him a hug. While he expected the sarcastic answer, he didn’t really see the whole embrace coming. And it’s not like in dramas where the main character fears the hug as it confirms that he/she does have feelings for his/her friend; it’s more along the lines of him not wanting Logan to know (or feel, in this case) that Zac’s already sporting quite the hard on (though given his current choice of clothing, Logan would’ve probably noticed it by now).

“That’s more unfair than the other one!” Zac protested as the game started, scared at Logan’s powerful show of Tekken mastery, at least with King. But, as it seems, Logan’s berserk mode could only go so far. A few minutes later, Zac found himself pretty much owning Logan already, with King showing openings here and there. With one last kick, Zac found himself jumping off the couch, utterly relieved that he wasn’t as bad as he thought he’d be. “So, what will it be? Personally, I’d go with the pants first. Much easier, since you’ve already unbuckled it and all. But that’s just me.”

When Logan took his shirt off, Zac couldn’t help but stare. Logan wasn’t joking when he said he does go to the gym three or four times a week; his extremely built body speaks for itself. This makes him want to rip the boy’s pants off and simply get on with it more. “Hey, wat’cha hiding that for?” he laughed, reaching out to give Logan a playful nipple pinch, “Keep doing that and I’m sure I’d win the next one without a sweat.” With a win on his side and choosing Anna Williams to fight Yoshimitsu (a character he’s much more comfortable with than Alisa), he’s more or less set to win this one. “If I were you, I’d simply take both my pants off already; I don’t think you’ll even get a chance with this time around.”

Seems like this would be one drawn-out foreplay after all.

[Logan Castille]

Logan could tell just how excited Zac was feeling. It was pretty obvious. All he had to do was glance down at his neighbor's groin area and BAM! There it was, excitement in its purest form. Logan shook his head and grinned at the sight. "Ya little buddy down dere ain't gonna get any attention from me," he said in response Zac's attempt at what seemed to be seduction, "sorry." In a way, he was a bit surprised that he could work such wonders on Zac's anatomy, but he didn't mind it one bit. Even though he knew it was wrong, he was going to have some fun and continue to tease Zac. By the looks of it, he has been doing a good job so far.

He crushed his empty can and walked over to a nearby trash can. The can was held over the trash can and Logan's hand began to squeeze. When he released his grip, the can fell down into the garbage in several small shreds, partially disintegrated. Logan trotted back to Zac and grabbed his Monster and took a sip. "Well, if ya don' like it, den more fa me." At this rate, Logan's going to be pretty hyper right before he crashes from a sugar overload. Zac better be ready for a wild night.

His face suddenly transformed into a look of sarcastic disgust and anger. "How dare you pinch my nipple," Logan said jokingly. He stuck out his tongue and turned his head. "Dis is da last time I ever take my clothes off for ya. Hmph." Logan grabbed his controller and began smashing numbers desperately. Yoshimitsu slashed angrily at his opponent, but get his ass beat twice as much in return. "Mother fuck! Ya stupid ugly samurai monster son of a bitch! Cut dat hoe up," he shouted to his character as the match progressed. When he lost, Logan looked to Zac and said, "Yer a smart guy. Ya knew dis would happen, didn't ya?"

With a look of disappointment, Logan stood up and slipped his pants off, revealing a pair of black and yellow Batman boxer-briefs that fit very well. "Ya win, but I ain't playin' dat shit again. I ain't takin' my Batman boxers off. Dey're jus' too cool." After a quick pause and few seconds to adjust himself, he asked, "Ya like 'em?" In a moments, Logan hopped in Zac's lap while carefully avoiding his crotch. "Now what?" The sugar rush was starting to kick in and give Logan a temporary energy boost. "Oh, I got an idea."

In the blink of an eye, Logan darted to Zac's bed and rolled across the top of it. He pulled up the comforter and wrapped it around his body before returning back to Zac. He spread his arms out with the comforter hanging down like Batman's cape. "I'm Super Logan, and I'm gonna give ya a whole new meaning to da word pain!" With an less than intimidating battle cry, Logan charged at Zac with a playful tackle to initiate a friendly wrestling match. It never occurred to him that acting like a child could be so much fun.

((Ooc: Sorry for the quality of this reply! The cold weather is killing my brain! ))

[Zachary LaRousse]

Oh. So he saw? Then there’s no point hiding it then. Normally he’d be quite embarrassed that another person would see how aroused he is already, but then again, that was Logan’s plot since the beginning of time (at least in his eyes; after all, why the hell would he go and bother with all those suggestive remarks in the first place). “Got me there,” he laughed, spreading his legs a little as he began to relax (nope, he won’t admit that he’s doing it just to show off more). Truth be told, he isn’t like most teenagers his age that can be brought to orgasm with just a single touch, but there’s just something in the way Logan does things that makes it seem a sin not to be excited. That, or he’s just feeling a little too horny lately.

“Hey. ‘Little Buddy’ says he was offended. He’d like to clarify that he’s not little,” Zac chuckled as he gave Logan another wink. He may be found out, but that doesn’t mean he’d have to shy away from exchanging witty quips with the Cajun. “That, and he doesn’t want you to talk about him as if he’s not here. If you’re going to insult him, he says you should say it to his face. Or should I say, to his head.” Licking his lips in a teasing manner, Zac promptly stood up, walked a little closer to Logan, and played with the waistband of his boxers a little. After what seems like him feeling his waist (or at least the circumference of the elastic) with his thumbs, he promptly stopped the said fingers near his buttocks and slowly pulled down his underwear from behind. Halfway from his butt though, he quickly pulled them up, laughing as he sat back on the couch. “Made you look,” he teased, attempting another nipple pinch with Logan.

Seeing Logan turn the aluminum can to shreds without so much a care reminded Zac on how destructive the boy’s powers are. Thank goodness it was reported that it doesn’t work with organic tissue, else he’d be screwed. Or does it really? “Drink it all. Be high with it. I don’t care. Water’s enough for me. That, and coffee,” he laughed as he grabbed his own bottle of water and took a sip. “You’re not thinking of using your powers against me, are you?” Just a random question, hopefully Logan won’t take it too seriously.

“I wouldn’t count on it,” replied Zac with such a smug look on his face. Zac doesn’t really sit well with cursing, and would normally call people off for extensive use of such cuss words, but he’s having so much fun seeing Logan struggling to get his bearings back that he just decided to let it slide. Despite Yoshimitsu’s increased reach with his sword, he simply couldn’t stand against Anna, not when she’s being controlled by Zac. Unlike before, he didn’t even give a chance for the Cajun guy to counterattack. He just went in and mashed his way around. “Maybe?” he said with such an innocent smile.

All his inhibitions removed, Zac could now care less if Logan would see him stare. He’s seen his boner after all, what’s there to hide. That, and Zac would like to know if Logan’s just as excited already as he was. As much as he’d rather not admit it, Logan does look hot in his underwear. “Boo! Another round! You do hope to win your pants back, right?” He had just started collecting his bearings when Logan jumped on his lap all of a sudden. Boy did he think he’d explode right there and then. Hot damn, we’re doing that already?

But then the boy stood up and grabbed something in his room. Zac couldn’t bother what he’s doing; he’s quite disappointed with the way Logan keeps on leading him on and off lately. He should be the one doing that, not the other way around. When Logan ran back with a blanket over him though, he couldn’t help but forget his current excited state and crack up. How can one guy be so hot in one minute, and look so dorky in another? “You definitely got the superhero look down to a T, that’s for sure.” He put his arms out in front of him and tried wrapping his legs around Logan, laughing as he hoped to stop Logan’s tackle. “Pain? Why so kinky?”

Something tells me the wrestling isn’t going to be as friendly as sugarrushLogan hopes it would be.


ooc:
Pfft. It's not bad. It's awesum really.^^. And mine is late, so that makes me the bad guy.
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

Logan raised an eyebrow inquisitively, "Too bad it don' matta what size he is. I'm not gonna appease him." A quick laugh escaped him. "Sure, I'll talk to his head," he said, followed by a pause, "with my fist!" Logan held his closed hand up with an angry, threatening face. He was obviously joking, but he couldn't help but be as intimidating as possible. Without thinking about it, he caught himself planting a playful slap on Zac's butt before sitting down on the couch. "What's up wit you and yer nipple pinching? Yer one freaky dude." Logan winked and began to rub his abs. Before long, he notice that he was also beginning to show a little excitement. A few quick adjustments were made in order to keep in under control. Logan's hormones were starting to get the best of him again. The human body certainly has some sinister ways of getting what it wants.

"Dis is better dan water or coffee. It's da drink of da gods!" He finished the second can and disposed of it the same way as the first. "I could dink of a few ways ta use my power on ya," he mentioned sarcastically, "but I don' wanna waste my time on ya." In all actuality, Logan's power did not work on living organic tissue. In order for Logan to use his powers offensively or defensively, he has to be pretty creative. Most of the time, he uses it break stuff or show off. "Jus' kiddin'. Ya ain't got anythin' ta worry 'bout at the moment."

He shook his head left and right at the thought of another match. The idea was quickly dismissed. He knew he would lose. "No, no more matches. I'll just go on without my pants and keep what dignity I got left," he joked. Considering the fact that he was standing there wearing only Batman boxer briefs, it was quite ironic.

In the midst of his Batman-caped attempt at a tackle, Logan decided to surprise Zac by wrapping him in the comforter. He got as close to Zac as humanly possible and enclosed the comforter-cape around him. Logan then fell to the ground with his captive on top. After a quick show of strength, Logan rolled over in order to claim the dominant position. "It looks like I caught me a hostage. What am I gonna do wit ya?" Before long, he began to feel a comfortable warmth due to their skin to skin contact. The heat getting trapped under the comforter helped too. "It feels nice under here." He positioned himself next to Zac and wrapped his arms around him.

Logan was in heaven. Deep down inside, he wished he would have thought of this earlier. The warmth he shared with Zac felt amazing to him. He snuggled as close to his neighbor as possible and held him tight. As one of his hands slid up and down Zac's chest, he asked "Ya don' dink dis is weird, do ya?" Logan closed his eyes for a few seconds and enjoyed the moment. "Maybe if ya would have suggested doin' somethin' like dis instead of lookin' at porn earlier ya would have gotten somewhere, doofus."

[Zachary LaRousse]

Zac won’t deny that for a second there, he actually thought he was going to be punched. It was just like Ann Hudgins all over again, them writing a paper, him in his underwear, and his partner about to punch him. Only, Ann wasn’t as toned as Logan was (or at least he didn’t see if she was) and didn’t give him half the terrifying expression as he did. That, and she punched him on the face, not on his head. If Logan continued with that, he knew he’d be seeing more than stars, if he in fact could see anything at all. Good thing he managed to keep his terror inside though, and simply laughed. “‘Buddy’ would like to meet your fist too, but he’d rather it wrap around him than give it to him head on.” Blunt and oh-so-tactless, though Zac says he’s just being straightforward.

He chuckled slightly as Logan gave him a light slap on the butt. Usually he’s the one giving guys that, it’s a nice change, if he can say so himself. “What’s up with you and slapping butts?” he asked back, eyes distracted by the Cajun’s absentminded self-touching. When his eyes trailed on Logan’s boxers however, he couldn’t help but lick his lips and gulp in delight. “Seems someone’s quite excited around here too,” he smirked, lighting massaging Logan’s thighs as he crawled forward. Why should I be tortured like this anyway?

“Drink of the gods my ass,” he said as he finished his drink and put in on the side table beside him. Normally he’d say he was insulted that he’d be told that the use of one’s power would be a waste on him, but in this case, he was thankful. He’d rather Logan use his powers on others than him in this case. “Really. That makes me want to kiss you in glee Logan.” He puckered his lips up and teasingly approached the Cajun, giggling in the inside as he went.

Zac gave Logan a joking pout as the boy rejected his challenge. “You do know that you look better without any dignity at all,” his eyes stealing a glance from Logan’s package, using such exaggerated gestures to emphasize what he just did (read: he wants Logan to see). While he’s happy that Logan’s all hot in the inside like him, they’re still on different levels (he assumes), and he can’t just let that happen, can he?

Trapped by Logan’s huge arms and Zac’s once trusty blanket, the boy had no choice but to push both of them down the couch and onto the floor. It was quite hard, yes, but at least there’s a carpet to make it a bit warm. “Were you hurt?” Zac asked as they fell down with a thud. Then again, Logan expertly turning him over to get some leverage seemed to answer his question. “Please don’t rape me?” he teased, pulling Logan closer instead of the typical reaction. As Logan wrapped his arms around him, Zac simply returned the favor and had his legs curl around the boy’s waist, his breathing becoming quite heavy in the process.

Carnal desire overriding his rational thought once more, the Prince could care less if he was caught in such close quarters with his next-door neighbor. He’s just so hot right now that any mode of release would be nice. He’s actually delighted that Logan actually took it to himself to initiate the next step, seeing that Zac had enough of his teasing already. Zac actually let a soft moan escape him as Logan rubbed his chest, his breaths becoming slower and deeper by the second. “If I say yes, you still wouldn’t stop, would you?” he smirked, closing his eyes to savor the moment. It’s just like that night with Luke, only he’s much more sober this time around. What’s up with him and guys whose names that start with ‘L’ anyway?

“Pfft. As if you didn’t like my teasing.” With a wink, he pulled Logan closer, enjoying the sensation of feeling Logan’s body heat, his fingers teasingly playing on the waistband of Logan’s dorky Batman boxers.

[Logan Castille]

"I dink Buddy might get lucky if he's a good boy," Logan mentioned as his hands traced down Zac's chest, stopping at his waistline. He began to feel a bit antsy. His body was begging him for sex, and it has never been this close to getting it before. "I jus' like grabbin' at it, I guess." His hands reached around and lightly caressed Zac's butt before giving it a another playful slap. "Ya don' seem to mind either." At the mention of being excited, Logan looked down and grinned. "It looks like ya ain't da only one who is happy ta be here." The excitement built up even more with Zac's thigh massage. Logan and his dorky Batman boxer briefs could barely contain it.

"If ya wanna kiss me den do it," Logan said as he turned his head to the side while Zac approached. He let him plant one on the cheek and asked, "Is dat what ya call kissin' with glee? I was expectin' somethin' a bit more enthusiastic if I do say so myself." In the heat of the moment, Logan gave a kiss as well, connecting momentarily with Zac's lips. "Oh, it looks like ya hit the ball and made it ta first base. Jus' don' be dinkin' it's a home run."

Logan let out a sexy growl when Zac teased him. "It ain't rape if yer willin', silly." He nuzzled close to him and let out a joyful sigh. "I dink I'd stop ya asked. I'm a romantic, remember?" Logan planted another kiss on Zac's lips. "How far are we goin' wit dis?" For a moment, he looked pretty nervous and unsure. "I've never done dis before." In all actuality, Logan was letting things play out, which is very unlike him. He is not used to letting his body have a stronger influence over him than his mind. There was a great deal of inexperience and a lack of confidence starting to surface. A flurry of emotions filled his mind and nearly overwhelmed him.

Logan started to second guess himself. His tight hug on Zac let up and he unraveled the comforter, separating from his neighbor. "I'm not a religious guy, but I don' dink I'm ready ta lose my virtue. It's jus' too sudden." He looked away and began to contemplate his actions, but his body's urge to be pleasured started making a comeback. "But second base isn't considered sex, right?" A naughty smirk appeared on his face as he laid back down and took Zac back into his arms.

[Zachary LaRousse]

“Keep doing that and I just might wet myself right now.” If Zac had to pay Logan a million bucks every time he gives the Prince an extremely arousing touch, he says he’d be broke right now. The Cajun knows exactly how to touch Zac, with the latter simply closing his eyes and moans softly, totally immersing himself in the experience. His encounter with Logan might be a bit more drawn out than what he had with Luke a few nights back (his foreplay with Luke is nothing compared to this one), but he’d definitely say that this one is a whole lot more sensual (not counting the fact that they were both drunk when he and Luke got it on, of course). “’Buddy’ asks when you’re going to let him out. Says he’s close to suffocating already,” winked Zac as he pulled Logan tighter, bucking his hips slightly to brush his with Logan’s, and groaning at the contact.

His hands worked their way to Logan’s back, tracing random patterns as they moved from the boy’s toned chest to his back to beneath the waistband of his boxers. No need for subtlety, he thinks. As his hands went under Logan’s briefs and touched his skin, he cupped them lightly and pulled the Cajun even closer, making it so that one of his legs would be curled around Zac. “You’re not the only one who likes butts,” he smirked. At the mention of Logan’s excitement however, one of his hands moved from the back of his boxers and into Logan’s front, giving his junk a light squeeze and a gentle stroke before moving up and playfully pinching one of the boy’s nipples. “Like that?”

Zac wasn’t actually planning on kissing Logan, hence his initial startled expression when his lips connected with the boy’s cheeks. Before he could even process that information, he found his lips slightly brushing with Logan’s, with the boy calling it a kiss. “That’s a kiss?” he said with quite the smug expression, “Seriously, mine was a peck. But yours was just…not a kiss. This is a kiss.” And with that he pulled the boy’s face closer, devouring his lips with much gusto. It was sloppy and quite messy, but he figures it was a whole lot better than Logan’s not-so-much-a-kiss-as-it-was-a-brush kiss. “Pfft. The first inning’s not even done dear. And baseball has nine innings you know.” In short, Zac can wait. Somewhat.

Lost in the moment, Zac was just about to undress Logan fully when he spoke. “I’ll be gentle, I promise,” he chuckled, thinking Logan might just be kidding with him. He wasn’t an expert either (as this would just be his second time, should it continue), but Luke didn’t complain of anything when they woke up, so that should count for something. He gave Logan a reassuring smile, hoping it would help, but apparently it didn’t. You can’t be serious, he thought. “We have all night Logan,” he said, “We can take this as slow as you want to. And who said this is going to be just a one night thing?”[/b][/color]

“Nope. And third base doing make you lose your virtue either,” answered Zac, lightly nibbling on the boy’s ear as he slowly pulled Logan’s boxers down. Apparently patience is a virtue Zac didn’t develop that well.[/font]

[Logan Castille]

"Don' make a mess, silly boy." Logan realized that in the small amount of time he actually spent with Zac, he has already become really touchy. He didn't want to stop either. "I dink today's his lucky day." Logan embraced his contact with Zac and enjoyed every second of it. "Yeah, I like dat. I like it a lot." His hands ran smoothly down Zac's arms and over his hips while he kept his body as close as possible, feeling the warmth of his skin. Logan was fully stimulated and knew that Zac was as well. There was no turning back. He knew where all the subtle foreplay, emotions, and testosterone was going to lead him, and he couldn't wait to get there. A part of him wanted to have some experience under his belt because he knew it may come in handy one day. There's a first time for everything, right? It might as well be now.

His eyes opened wide with shock in response to Zac's raunchy rendition of a kiss. He was astounded. Logan had never indulged himself in such a sloppy, amazing mess of a kiss before. It caught him off guard, but he managed to keep his cool the whole entire time. "I didn't know kisses worked like dat," he managed to say while wiping the excess saliva off of his mouth off. Logan's kiss was nothing compared to Zac's. Zac's kiss made his look like nothing more than a peck. That was intense. "I guess I learn somethin' new everyday."

"Nine innings? Slow yer roll, buddy. Let's see how we do in dis one first," he mentioned with a sinister but goofy smirk on his face, "and you better be gentle or I wont mind roughin' ya up a little in return." Logan's closed his eyes and pulled in Zac's head for another kiss. It wasn't nearly as sloppy as Zac's, but it did what it was meant to do. It was Logan's way of getting things started. Here goes nothing! He took a deep breath and his hands began to wander in places he has only fantasized about before. This time, there was no second guessing.

...

"Damn," Logan mentioned as he gasped to catch his breath, "that was just like... I dunno... fuckin' good." His reaction made it obvious it was the first time he has ever done such a thing. I think I need to do this more often. For a moment, he actually looked excited that things went down the way they did. "I'm jus'... wow... it's definitely not da same as doin' it all by myself. I dink I see why ya were so anxious now. Ya must have done it before, haven't ya?" He pulled up and boxers and sat up. "I'm gonna borrow yer shower for a moment. I'll be right back." Before standing up, he gave Zac a subtle kiss and playful pushed him. So that's what I've been missing all these years!

After rinsing clean and partially drying off, Logan slipped back on his boxers and approached Zac. "Put in a movie, maybe some horror or some action." He grabbed the comforter and placed it over him as he laid on the couch. In all actuality, he didn't really care what kind of movie was put in because he didn't plan on watching too much of it anyway. He lightly patted on a section of the couch in front of him, inviting Zac over to lay down and cuddle. The crash phase of the energy drink induced sugar rush from earlier was beginning to hit him like a ton of bricks. Logan was getting pretty sleepy, and he wanted to end the night on the good note. "Come keep me warm, snuggle buddy." His lips puckered slightly and his eyes opened wide with a hint of false sorrow, practically begging Zac to join him. "I'm gonna freeze without ya!"

(Ooc: Sorry for the delay! As you know, I've had an incredibly stressful week. I just hope it didn't have too bad of a negative influence on my writing! xD))

[Zachary LaRousse]

“What if I told you I like it rough?” teased Zac as he let himself be led by Logan for another kiss. Seems the Cajun was the touchy-kissy kind. Not that the Prince minded that or anything. It was Logan’s first time after all; Zac decided he’ll let the boy get comfortable, go along his pace and all that. No need to spook him or anything. As much as his mind’s telling him this is wrong (at least for someone with a reputation such as his), Zac actually doesn’t mind getting it on with Logan some other day. So build the boy’s ‘sexual ego’ he will.

-xxx-

Ok. So it didn’t turn out the way he wanted it to be. Not that it was bad, but Zac actually thought he’d hit a homerun this time. Then again, third base isn’t so bad, right? And Logan’s satisfied (or more than satisfied, if he could say so himself) reaction was more than enough. He just knows the boy will come back for more. “I know right. And it’s only because you were great too,” chuckled Zac , catching his breath and curling up beside Logan, pulling the boy closer for another kiss (a lighter one this time, but still a bit wet) and ruffling his hair as he pulled out.

“Silly boy. If it was just the same as doing it yourself, then people would’ve just settled with themselves,” said Zac as he shook his head and gave Logan another playful pat on the butt. “If I told you this is my first time too, would you believe me?” Well, technically this is just his second time with a man, but when he had his first, they were both drunk and all. So does that count?

Zac didn’t bother hiding his disappointment when Logan stood up, quickly grabbed his boxers and went to the bathroom. The kiss was lovely and the push was ok, but him suddenly leaving? Not cool. “Would you like me to join you–“ Door’s closed. Too late. Do that again Logan and I assure you, this won’t happen again, he thought, though the probability of him actually shutting Logan off, should Logan leave him be like that again, is near null. He’s just too good to let go after all.

“You do know that you don’t have to cover yourself up around me anymore, right?” teased Zac as Logan came out of the shower, playfully pulling Logan’s underwear down as he walked by him and grabbed the comforter. True to his word, Zac simply laid down on the floor, bare and all, as he sent Logan a couple of suggestive winks and stares. He rolled over the floor a few times before walking towards the DVD rack they have near the screen.

“Toy Story 3 then,” he laughed as he grabbed the DVD, loaded it on the player and quickly got back to the couch, practically jumping on Logan, as the movie started. “You sure you want to snuggle with me? I’m practically dirty still,” asked Zac as he crawled under the covers and joined Logan, enjoying the feel of the boy’s skin against his, “Unless of course, you’d volunteer on cleaning me up. That I will approve wholeheartedly.”

There hasn’t been any other time when Zac was most thankful none of his roommates are around.


ooc:
None of that Tyler. It was lovely.^^.
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

"You think I was great? I was just mimicking what I've seen on my computer." It's true, Logan applied what he learned from watching what probably amounts to hours of porn. And to his surprise, it apparently worked. Zac seemed to be pretty satisfied with the results. Everything turned out fine. He wasn't struck down by some almighty deity for being a horny teenager. In a way, Logan felt encourage and pretty enthusiastic about doing it again in the near future. Even the thought of going all the way came across his mind. It can only get better, right? Even if it got worse, Logan wouldn't mind. He thought it was too good to be bad. "I guess I could believe ya if it was yer first time, but honestly, I would prolly have my doubts. Dat was too good to be da work of a virgin."

Logan didn't stop Zac when he pulled down his boxers. He simply let them fall to the ground and continued walking. Zac did have a point. After what they've done together, they really have nothing at all to hide. He might as well enjoy his freedom while he had it. His hands occasionally ran over his body, wiping off any excess water droplets from the shower he had only moments ago. His skin was smooth and the moisture on his skin gave it a bit of a shine. He responded to Zac's suggestive winks and stares by seductively licking his lips and rubbing his chest. "Two can play at dat game."

"Toy Story 3? You tryin' to give me a Woody?" Logan laughed out loud. He snuggled close to Zac and wrapped the comforter around him. Logan's body was pressed firmly against Zac's back. "I guess I'll get in da shower again and give ya a bath."

He got up, took Zac into his arms, and carried him to the bathroom. Logan gently placed him into the shower and got in as well. "I'll show ya how ta get clean." The water was turned on and allowed to warm up to a comfortable temperature. He grabbed the shampoo bottle and squirted a little in his hand. "Let's start from the top and work out way down." Within a few minutes, he finished thoroughly washing Zac's hair and rinsed out the shampoo. "Here comes the fun part." Logan gently, but with a bit of noticeable effort, forced Zac's back against the wall of the shower and then turned him around. He poured some body wash with an amazing scent into his hands and began to rub them together. His hands slowly worked their way down from Zac's shoulders to his legs and then back up. "Turn around," Logan commanded seductively after playfully slapping his butt.

Logan's heart began pounding again, and it wasn't long before his excitement was beginning to show. The warm shower was waking him up and starting rendering the crash from his sugar rush useless. He enjoyed the subtle feeling of dominance. "Hold still." Logan began again at Zac's shoulders and worked his way down. He skipped the important parts at first, only to return to pay special attention to them. Why didn't I think of this earlier? He didn't do anything to get Zac off, but his actions were not lacking when it came to stimulation. Logan finished up with a gentle, clean kiss and rinsed Zac off. "Now dat's how ya get clean." He shut off the water, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his no longer dirty neighbor.

Once they were dried off, Logan yanked Zac over toward the couch. "Now we can snuggle." He rolled onto the couch and motioned for Zac to join him. "How 'bout we call it a night? You wore me out." He put one of the couch pillow's under his head and before he knew it, he was already dozing off. A few seconds later, he was fast asleep.

[Zachary LaRousse]

Porn. The almighty and ever-reliable savior of Zac’s rather energetic generation. While he wouldn’t deny that the hours he’s spent locked up in his room, all alone except for his laptop (and the occasional earphones), has been useful when it comes to his ‘performance’ just now, he’d argue that what he did back there was pretty much all him (of course, his ego has been factored in with that already). After all, while he does watch the said videos on a relatively regular basis (he blames stress and the need for release, as if you’d believe him), he hasn’t really seen that much gay videos before, seeing that this new facet of his personality is just surfacing and he has yet to explore it fully. “You watch porn? Oh. My. Gosh. And to think I pegged you for the good and pious one,” he laughed, giving Logan a mocking stare as he snuggled close to him, his body in desperate need of the other boy’s warmth. “Guess there’s no fooling you huh? But hey, I’m not that much of a whore. At least not yet,” he chuckled as he gave Logan a knowing look, gently massaging the boy’s thighs from behind.

“Hey! Don’t ruin my childhood movie, will you?” Now Zac can’t watch or even think about the Toy Story franchise without the image of Logan’s boner (and Logan’s body in general) flashing in his mind. Not really a bad image, but definitely inappropriate. He made a mental note not to watch the said movie with his telepathic butler-nanny when he goes home then.

As Zac was actually planning on watching the movie (after all, Toy Story was his favorite movie of all time and he hasn’t watched the said sequel in a while), Logan whisking him away without so much a warning made the Prince a bit irritated. “Pfft. Logan,” he protested, pouting his lips and crossing his arms as the Cajun carried him across their dorm suite and into the bathroom, “I am not bottoming for you. At least not after you do one for me.” There. He said it. As said previously, all forms of subtlety is lost in the boy. But can he keep his word after Logan’s finished with him?

Zac didn’t bother hiding his arousal from Logan as the other boy cleaned him up. In fact, as the Cajun was shampooing his hair, he was busying himself with Logan’s other head, giving it a couple of playful strokes and jerks, while fondling with the bag underneath. As if he brought me here to clean me really, he thought, making him smirk involuntarily. The smirk was lost temporarily though, when Logan pinned him to the wall and made him turn around. Sh*t, is he really doing me here, now?! His mind was against the idea, but something about being dominated made him feel a little more hot that usual. “Hey Lo’, remember to go slow o–” before he can even finish his sentence, he felt a slap on his butt and was asked to turn around. So that was it? He didn’t even bother hide his disappointment when he turned around. Logan seriously has a knack for leading him in and all that, which both bothers and amuses him.

While Zac was once again disappointed at the lack of release (he should probably get used to that when Logan’s around), he happily allowed Logan to rinse him off and drag him to the couch. “Yo’ fatso, don’t sleep on me,” he said, slapping the boy’s thighs and sides, but realized that such actions were futile; seems all that teasing really took a toll on the Cajun’s body. “Did he know that he’s free to sleep on my bed?” asked Zac to himself as he got out from under the comforter and turned the DVD off. He considered carrying Logan to his bed and all that, but it was too much work. And Logan might wake up all of a sudden too. So instead he just flopped back into the couch, faced Logan this time, curling his arms around the boy, both to get that warmth he’s been craving the whole night and to prevent him from falling flat on the floor, and let sleep invade his mind too.

-xxx-

Zac let a soft growl escape his lips as a small ray of sunlight passed slipped through the curtains and settled on his face, effectively waking the boy up. He found himself still curled around Logan, his body pressed firmly against the other boy’s back. He let his chin settled on the boy’s shoulder as he yawned, tightening his embrace as he planned on sleeping some more, when he realized that they are on the couch and his roommates could be arriving any minute now. Not good, he thought, especially with rumors about him playing for the other team running around (no thanks to that lovely gossip blog).

“Logan, Logan,” he said, whispering softly as he nibbled and licked the boy’s ear, “Time to wake up dearie.” He let his hands wander around, feeling the boy’s body, before stopping near his groin. “Lovely wood we’re sporting today, eh sport?” he teased, giving it a couple of strokes while playfully humping his behind in hopes that it will wake the boy up. He could easily drag the boy to his room should someone suddenly walk in on them (cheetah speed is really helpful in times like these) but for the meantime, he’d rather Logan wake up properly first.


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Dear smexy Tyler,
I may have a bit too carried away with this one, which may explain the patchy crappiness and not-so-decent length. Sorry 'bout that. D;.
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

Logan softly grunted and moaned in his sleep. He was in the midst of an extreme realistic, erotic dream. He felt someone's hands gliding across his skin and most importantly, his groin area. It excited him to the point where he began to touch himself, but before things got too intense, he woke up. His eyes opened and were immediately blinded by the sunlight invading through the windows. He quickly rubbed them and reopened them long enough to see Zac touching and humping him. "Did ya rape me?" he ask with a scratchy morning voice, followed by laughing. At first, Logan didn't even notice his morning excitement, but once he did, he didn't bother trying to hide it. "Yeah, lovely."

He stood up and stretched his arms high in the air while he yawned. "Lemme guess, yer roommates are gonna be here any second?" Logan walked to his pile of clothes and began to slip them on. "Go get dressed and brush yer teeth. Meet me at my dorm when yer done and we'll figure somethin' out." Once he was fully dressed, he grabbed the library books he checked out the day before and walked them to his dorm. Upon entering his room, he was delighted to see that no one else was present. They must have left already, he thought, or maybe they didn't get back yet from last night.

His room was rather clean, especially his section of it. He neatly placed down the library books on his desk next to his laptop, MP3 player, and other important entertainment technologies. A picture of him as a child with his parents also sat on the desk. Logan cherished it. It made his section of his dorm feel like home, even though it is shared by other people. There's was no telling where his roommates are. None of them left a note and one of them doesn't even have a cellphone. Logan needed to think of a plan if he wanted to get lucky, and that was pretty much a given. His mind nearly went into overdrive as he began to think about all of his options.

A hotel room! Yeah, a nice hotel room... with a jacuzzi, king sized bed, and a nice view. Oh, and don't forget excellent room service! We could just spend the day there and be back in time for curfew. Money's not a concern, it shouldn't be too bad. We wont be breaking any rules, right? I wonder what Zac will think? Will he think I'm desperate? Wait, who am I kidding? He tried getting in my pants as soon as I walked in the door. He'll probably think it's a great idea... or maybe I'm going overboard. Ugh... I'll just ask him. He should know what to do.

"Zac, ya still wanna spend some time wit me, right?" Logan rubbed his head and mentioned, "Well, we can't do it in yer room or in mine. My roommates could be here at any time also." He then took a deep breath and offered his idea, "Maybe we can spend da day in a fancy hotel. We will be back before curfew. We got plenty of time." Immediately after, he began surfing through his smart phone, searching for nearby hotels that met all of his requirements. Eventually, he found one not too far away. It was the nicest hotel that he could find near Pilot Ridge. This will have to work. He showed Zac a picture of the hotel on his cellphone. "Very nice, right? I can reserve a room and call a cab on dis ding too."

[Zachary LaRousse]

No, him groping, stroking and humping an obviously sleeping guy did not strike him as creepy. At all. In fact, Logan’s moaning and groaning encouraged him more, his hands and tongue becoming even more erotic and sensual, his hips gyrating in such a rhythm as Logan started touching himself in his sleep. “I was about to, but you woke up. Such a party pooper really,” Zac laughed when Logan finally woke up, greeting the boy with a seemingly innocent peck on his shoulders. He actually thought Logan would freak out when he wakes up with Zac wrapped around him, much like Luke did a few days ago, and was actually relieved the Cajun didn’t. “You think I can still do that now?” he teased, gently nibbling on the boy’s ear as he massaged his thighs.

He remained lying on the couch as Logan sat up and yawned, moving his legs just slightly to give the boy some room to move. His face did contort a bit when Logan said those words. Was he that obvious? “Well, err–” He wasn’t even given a chance to explain himself; before he could even finish his sentence, Logan was already near the door, dressed so nicely as if nothing really happened, and was apparently laying down their plans for the day. Zac wouldn’t lie that he was surprised that the Cajun’s mind is working so well so early in the morning; seems being touched so early in the morning improved the boy’s blood flow, which might explain the quick thinking the boy’s showing right now. “Fine. See you then?” he waved, but the Cajun was already out, dragging the rather heavy books with him. He should’ve just left it here, really, he thought, shaking his head as threw the comforter over him, trying to see if he could sleep some more.

It took another five to ten minutes before Zac decided he’s not that sleepy anymore and he should start getting ready, should Logan become a little too antsy and call off whatever he’s planning. And besides, his morning wood’s still there and he should get to that too. He jumped off the covers, went straight to the common bathroom and spent a good minute or two ogling at himself in the mirror (“How can a guy look so damn good? It’s really a sin to look this hot”[/b]) before brushing his teeth and jumping into the tub. It took another thirty minutes for him to finish washing (which was quite fast, considering how long he usually takes), taking care of his wood in the process, before drying himself off with a towel and walking back to his private room.

“Hey sexy,” said Zac as he opened entered next door room. As usual, he didn’t bother dressing up, walking along the halls (as if the trek was a long one) and entering Logan’s suite (he checked, with his enhanced sense of smell; no one, other than Logan, was around) in his good old black-and-orange boxer briefs, jumping on the boy’s back and giving him a hug to announce his presence. “Well no. I hate you Logan and I would never want to see you ever again,” teased the Prince as his embrace on the Cajun got even tighter. And yes, he’s still behind the boy, like a little child playing piggy back with his big brother. “You have a plan Logiepoo?”

A day at a hotel in town. Not bad really. Why didn’t he think about that? “You sure? I mean, I have a house in town, and I don’t think Pete would mind me bringing you there. I mean, he saw me with Luke already, what’s the harm in another?” It wasn’t really something to be proud of, as both boys were drunk which led to them forgetting to lock the door in the process, but hey, it’s as if Logan would mind. “But yeah, hotel’s fine. And don’t worry about getting a cab, I can drive us there.”

Who knew a simple History assignment can turn into something as exciting as this?[/font]

[Logan Castille]

Logan walked with Zac on his back like a book sack (hey, that rhymes). He arrived at his closet and began searching through it for what he wanted to wear for the day. After sliding hangers around for a bit and mentioned, "Ya might wanna get dressed, silly boy. Ya can't go in public like dat." With Zac still in tow, he walked across the room and grabbed a small suitcase and brought it near his closet. "Ya might wanna pack a few things also. I know we ain't gonna be gone too terribly long, but pack some stuff just in case." Logan placed a few articles of clothing into the suitcase and then freed himself of Zac's tight embrace. His clothes began to come off soon after. He knew it was a perfect opportunity to tease Zac one last time before they leave. He slowly changed into a new set of clothes and looked seductively at Zac, "Ya gonna get ready or sit dere lookin' pretty?"

Luke? Logan was curious about this encounter, but he didn't bother trying to learn any details. It didn't concern him. "Yeah, drivin' would be much easier dan callin' a cab," he mentioned, "and I'm gonna go ahead and call in and reserve a room." Logan dialed the number to the hotel and did just that. He expected it to have no vacancy, but luckily, there were a few rooms still open. As soon as he hung up the phone and smile crept across his face. "Dis is gonna be fuckin' awesome. Wait until ya see da room. Yer gonna flip out, trust me."

Before walking out the door with his suitcase, Logan grabbed his toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, cologne, and various other things needed to spruce himself up. Hygiene was important to him. He wrote a note to his roommates saying, "I'll be back soon." Something told him that none of them would read it, but he didn't want them to think he has gone missing or anything like that. After locking the door behind him, he called out to Zac, "Hurry up! We ain't got all day... well, we do, but still, hurry up!" It was quite obvious that Logan was excited. He was ready for some fun.

Logan walked down the hallway and out of the building, stopping only when he realized that he had forgotten that Zac was going to be driving. He had become way too accustomed to waiting on a cab during his stay at Hammel. "Where's my driver?" he shouted jokingly while he waited patiently for his neighbor.

((Ooc: Sorry for the shortness and lack of quality! As you know, I was trying to get a reply in before I had to leave. Feel free to godmode Logan into the vehicle and all that jazz if you want.))

[Zachary LaRousse]

As childish as it is, Zac is apparently enjoying his sweet, sweet time riding the Cajun’s back. It also didn’t help that Logan did little to discourage the Prince from such a childish endeavor. “Ooh, Logiepoo so strong,” cooed Zac in a child-like voice, burying his face in between Logan’s ears and shoulders, finding his scent rather intoxicating and addicting. “A suitcase Logan?” asked Zac, his eyes amazed at Logan’s extensive wardrobe, “How long are we planning on staying there really? A week? Not that I’m complaining, but don’t blame me when you can’t walk straight for at least a month.” He gave the Cajun a peck on the cheek as he was finally told to get off, jumping onto the boy’s bed as he watched Logan strip in front of him. Like Logan, he didn’t bother hiding the tent that formed in between his legs when the boy did his little show. Who knew such a sense of openness between them would be so enjoyable? “Nope. I’m actually planning on looking absolutely hot and sexy that you’d beg and plead for me to pop that highly guarded cherry of yours,” he winked, promptly returning Logan’s seductive gaze with one of his own.

While he didn’t see the twitch in Logan’s face as he mentioned the Greek’s name, he was a bit relieved Logan decided not to ask about that encounter any further. Not that he was ashamed of it or anything (he did have a mutual agreement with Luke to keep the matter under wraps; then again, Logan’s a different case, so he figures different sets of rules apply), but he just doesn’t see the need to inform Logan of such a thing. It’s not like they’ll be entering a relationship or anything. As far as the Prince is concerned, they’re just friends who’re having some fun. Nothing wrong with that, right? “Why do I get the feeling that I’m not the first one you’ve invited to this hotel?”

It took him three more minutes before finally deciding that he should go out and prepare too. “Just meet me at the parking lot, ‘k sexy?” He gave Logan’s groin a little squeeze and his butt a light slap just before he showed himself out the room. Surprisingly, it took just a couple of seconds for Zac to get his stuff ready. He easily found a white print tee to wear, and some matching accessories at that, while his toiletries and extra clothes were quickly packed into a black duffel bag. Unlike Logan, however, he didn’t bother leaving a note for his roommates. They rarely warn him about their disappearance, so why should he warn them about his? (And besides, he wants to keep his partnership with Logan a secret, for the moment at least). Giving his room one last look, he promptly locked the door, jumped down the stairs and out to the lot.

A huge smile appeared on his face as he saw his yellow Porsche still parked outside. He forgot to call Pete last night to pick it up (he was busy after all); good thing it wasn’t towed. “Hey sexy, waiting for someone?” he teased as he drove in front of Logan, huge grin and all, and opened the door for him, “Hop in. You’ve got to direct me though; I haven’t had the faintest idea where this hotel is.”

The drive to the hotel wasn’t long, but it was quite the ride. From naughty glances to wandering hands, it was just like yesterday afternoon all over again – a rather long foreplay. If Logan didn’t insist that the hotel is just around the corner really, Zac would’ve pulled over and, well, do the Cajun right there and there.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity to Zac already, they finally drove up the hotel. While it wasn’t like those upstate hotels in Manhattan, considering that it’s situated near a rather small town, it’s actually something. “Woah” was all Zac could say as they entered the lobby, marveling at the establishment as he left Logan to do the whole mumbo-jumbo on their hotel room.


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I do hope it isn't too much Tyler.^^.
- Jam