I'm Just The Paper Boy

Logan raced down the freeway, to the diner that was across town. Why his ex wanted to meet at this diner, for coffee, especially after the brutal separation they had anyway, was beyond Logan. Yet, he gave in and agreed to meet the other man to hear what his ex had to say. He wanted it to be over in both cases. Logan had devoted too much time and feeling into something he was only given back hurt and betrayal in.

His mind drifted back as he switched lanes and checked his rearview mirror.

Scott pulled into the drive and shut the engine to his BMW off. He sat there a moment and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. A sigh escaped him as he thought about what was to come as soon as he walked into the house. Opening his eyes, he got out and closed the door before walking up to the front door. He stopped before unlocking the door and going in. "I gotta be fucking nuts," he whispered to himself, unlocking and opening the door to look around for Logan.

Logan was working in his study when he heard the jangle of Scott's keys, the door opening and familiar footsteps into the house. He set down his pencil and went out into the living room to greet Scott. "Long day?" he asked at the weary set of his lover's shoulders.

"You could say that," Scott exhaled and moved to sit on the sofa before looking up at Logan. "How about yours?"

"It was fine. What do you mean, 'you could say that?' Somethin' happen?" Logan asked worried.

Taking off his shades and leaning forward to rest his right elbow on his right thigh, he rubbed his eyes. Replacing them, he answered, "like I said, it was about as long as torture." He stood up but hadn't picked a destination in the house to go to. "Why do you always think there's something wrong when I don't have a 'fun-filled' day?"

"I don't. I only think something's wrong when you don't want to kiss me 'cause yer day was long and torturous," he growled a little.

Scott wasn't even *aware* of his change in behavior. "I'm sorry." Scott leaned over and gave Logan a quick kiss on the lips before turning to go into the kitchen for a beer.

Logan put a hand to his face. Sighing, he followed Scott. "So? What is it?"

"What is what?" Slamming the door shut and opening the bottle, starting to take a sip, Scott paused with the bottle to his lips.

Logan held up his hands in retreat. "If you need space or whatever, fine. Just tell me it's not me and I'll back off. It just pisses me off thinking that I'm fucking something up when I don't know. Deal?"

Scott set the bottle down on the countre beside the refrigerator and slowly turned around. "Look, it's just been a long day, Logan. I don't mean to snap," he sighed and stepped forward to give Logan a deeper, softer kiss than what he had given him before.

"Mmm," Logan said against Scott's lips. "But you're not beggin' ta be cuddled either... which is what I expect from my numbered out number-freak."

"Maybe, I don't need to be cuddled right now. This isn't exactly the place you like to cuddle in." Scott ran a hand through Logan's black mane and averted his eyes, thankful for the ruby shades concealing his eyes.

"You pissed?" Logan asked softly, not accusing, but curious. Usually long days made Scott tired and needy... He was far from needy when he was angry though.

"No," Scott shook his head and stepped back to lean against the countre, "just tired." Scott looked at Logan and thought, "why don't you rub my shoulders, tonight?"

"Yeah," Logan said, a little unsure if the request was tailored to get him to stop asking questions. Still, if it was, that just meant he didn't want to talk. "Come to bed when you want me," he said and went down the hall to their room.

Scott placed a hand to his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. A fling with an auditioner early in the evening gave him excuse to beg for Logan to take him; however, one at the last minute was another story. He loved Logan and loved what Logan could do to and for him but he had found someone to countreact what Logan wouldn't do. Making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to have with his beer, Scott thought about what he could do to make up for his gruffness to Logan.

Logan got into more casual clothing and lay on their bed, waiting for Scott and thinking. He was trying to let the man's behavior go... and if it had been this one time, he didn't think he would have such a problem with it... but Scott had been like this for weeks. Occasionally he would come home and there would be this... distance between them. He had to work harder and harder at telling himself that everything was okay.

Scott made his way down the hallway and paused in the doorway to their bedroom. He was at a loss for words but couldn't help staring at how Logan lounged on the bed, waiting for him. "Okay, I'm ready," he whispered gently.

Logan got up and rummaged for lotion as Scott got settled. "Want you naked," he said huskily.

Scott sat up and began unbuttoning his dress shirt before removing it and moving to his khakis. He stood up to take them off and looked back as Logan watched him. When he was completely naked, he stood there and awaited more instructions, willing to let Logan guide him.

"On yer stomach," Logan said and indicated their bed.

As instructed, Scott lay flat, on his side of the bed, on his stomach. He wasn't sure what to do with his arms so he kept them at his sides.

Logan squirted lotion into his hands and rubbed them, warming it before applying it to Scott's skin in long caresses. His strokes gradually got deeper and more focused on individual muscle groups. He felt the knots that had formed in Scott's back and tried to work them out with firm pressure. He worked down Scott's back and was sorely tempted to do more than just massage him when he got to his fine hips.

Scott moaned in pleasure, inviting Logan to continue.

The feral rubbed at Scott's ass and down his legs, making sure to go slowly enough to do the job of relaxing him. He worked back up the man's legs and when he found his ass again, his fingers slipped probingly into his crack as he kneaded the muscles.

"Unh," Scott gasped, loudly. He panted and tried to relax under his lover's touch. "Please, please, please, Logan..."

"Please, what?" Logan asked as he leaned over scott to purr in his ear. "Please, this?" he asked and let his slick finger probe at the pucker of muscle guarding his insides.

"Yes!" Scott cried out, speading his legs further apart for Logan. "Please, keep going." He gripped at his pillow and waited with his eyes closed tight.

Logan let his finger slip in farther and wiggled it teasingly. "Tell me how much you love this," he said as another finger penetrated his ass. He looked so god damn delicious with his hips wiggling in front of him.

Thrusting his head back at the second finger being inserted, Scott couldn't help but pant louder as he answered, "Uh, I love it when you screw me, Logan. Unh!" Pressing back onto the finger, his hips spasmed in lust as he deeply enjoyed the sensation.

Logan spread his fingers, stretching Scott's hole as far as he could. He added more lotion directly from the bottle right into Scott's hole between the fingers prying him open so a cold sensation struck him viscerally.

Scott's body spasmed at the coldness that was being inserted into him. Glancing back to watch Logan, he silently pleaded with his lover to do more than just tease him.

"Fuck, baby... do you know what you do to me?" Logan asked, awed at how absolutely in love he was.

"Show me," was the husky reply.

Logan straddled scott and let him feel his thick hardness in between his lubed cheeks. "That's what you do to me," he growled.

Scott knew it was coming and widened his legs so he lay like a flat frog on the bed. "Take it hard, Logan, please?"

"You want me to fuck you?" Logan asked. "Cause I could do that... but I could tease you with my dick so bad you'd come without bein' touched. I want you so hot you explode." He wanted him to come so hard he couldn't see straight.

"Please, Logan. I want to come for you, so bad." Scott didn't know if he could hold out as long as Logan could or had intended for him to. He had a feeling that tonight would be his punishment for avoiding Logan all of those nights when he shouldn't have. Reaching back to feeling the thick erection against his skin, Scott tried to aleviate his predicament as much as allowed.

"I know you wanna come..." Logan said licking the shell of Scott's ear. "But you just wanna come. I want you to fuckin' fly. I want you comin' harder than you have memory of. I want you coming so hard you jerk off to the thought of coming that hard again. You gonna let me bring you there, Scott?" he asked and slicked his cock, pressing the head inside his tightness.

"Yes," a strained answer before a more clearer one, "yes." Scott's heart pounded in his chest as he waited for the breaching of his tight, slicked hole.

Logan let himself sink into Scott, but he held himself there before pulling out completely. He stroked in and out of him again and when he came out this time, he let his fingers pry at Scott. Both index and middle fingers from either hand slipped into scott and pried him open so Logan could see inside him. "God, you look so fucking good," he praised.

"Unh," Scott winced at the opening of his hole. He didn't dare move, fearing Logan would only hold him down and take even longer in his play for release.

Logan leaned in and rammed his tongue as deep as possible into Scott, feeling the inside of his walls before he pulled away, then thrust back in with his cock. He found Scott's prostate and wiggled his hips so the tip of his cock massaged the sensitive gland.

Scott arched his hips up and cried out, "oh, god." This had been why he loved Logan; the sex was amazing and so worth the build up. He propped himself up on his arms as he let Logan fuck him harder.

Reaching underneath Scott, Logan found his nipples and pinched them both hard as he thrust his hips again into Scott. "Fuck my cock with your ass, Scott. Move those hips sexy like I know you can."

Scott started moving robotically back and forth on the hard length. Panting and grinding his teeth, he reached down with his right hand and grabbed hold of his own erection, already starting to seep onto the bedding.

"That's for me," Logan growled, wrenching Scott's hand away from his desire. "And you can do better than that with those hips, Scott," he said, punctuating the statement with another rough pinch of his nipples.

Wrenching a "sorry" out of his barely audible voice, Scott focused himself on moving his hips back and forth, gaining speed with straining force. He was atleast allowed the compassion to reach behind him and feel the well-muscled hips of the man above him. "Please, Logan, I can't hold out much more," he begged once more.

Logan placed a hand on Scott's hips to still him. He got more lotion on his hand after Scott had stopped and wrapped a hand around Scott's erection before he started fucking into him again, his hips quirking to the side every couple thrusts. "Say you're mine," he growled into his ear as he pulled expertly on Scott's cock as he fucked him, his furry chest rubbing against his back.

Pressing himself back, against Logan's furry chest, Scott obliged the comment, "I'm....I'm, uh,... yours..." Scott closed his eyes and let himself feel the rhythm of Logan's fucking him.

Logan felt a sting at the hesitation he sensed in Scott's voice, but surprisingly, it just made him fuck him harder, wanting him to come so hard that he couldn't deny it, even to himself, that he was Logan's. His fist clenched tighter around Scott's cock as he fucked him. "Do you wanna feel my come splatter your insides?" he growled crassly.

Scott couldn't answer. It wasn't so much that he wouldn't, more along the lines of the weariness of their actions kept him from vocalizing himself. Opening his mouth, he mouthed the word, "yes" in hopes that Logan had heard it and understood that he wasn't ignoring him.

"You gonna come for me?" Logan asked and stroked Scott's cock faster.

When the second attempt at his voice failed, Scott simply nodded and pressed himself flush against his lover. He could feel his body tightening its muscles from thighs, to arms, to jaw. He was ready and waiting for Logan's permission before soaking the comforter with his come.

"Fuck, yes-- come on my cock," Logan hissed and pounded faster into Scott, racing toward his own orgasm, dragging Scott onto his knees.

Scott wrenched his eyes shut tighter as his jaw froze open and a cry of relief and pain and lust leapt out of him. He was coming and coming, so hard that he thought he felt like a virgin who had held off on coming for a year. Panting, he let himself fall limp in Logan's arms.

Hearing Scott's cry of completion and feeling him come around his cock drove Logan to tense and spurt his seed into Scott's body. He could imagine how it would feel for Scott and that thought stretched out his orgasm. He hugged Scott to him and petted him as they both slowly came down from their incredible high.

Scott panted hard. His voice was barely a whisper when he moaned into his pillow, "I.... love you,... Logan.... oh, god!....." Sweat had dampened his hair and dripped down his face, waiting in silence for Logan's response to his humble praising.

"Love you, too, Scott..." Logan said, although his voice held a bit of sadness. Something told him that he was losing Scott and he didn't know what or why. Moments like these gave him brief solace that he wouldn't wander, but the reluctance he sensed in him earlier was still nagging at him.

Reaching down to touch his weeping and pained manhood, Scott held Logan's hand around him, trying to keep the closeness feeling. Their play had been tiring but he knew Logan too well and knew as soon as they switched positions, Logan would need a payback, though he wasn't sure how to accomplish the level of heat that Logan had forced out of him.

Logan held onto Scott, not wanting to let him go. He lay on top of him, not settling his weight, but just resting close as they both continued to pant. "Feel better...?" he asked.

Scott turned his head and stared at the wall a moment before answering. Logan knew how to turn him on, and Logan knew how to get what he wanted out of Scott. So, what was so hard about telling Logan how he was really feeling? "Yes." Snuggling under Logan's warmth as a cool breeze from the A/C kicking on was enough to make him shudder, Scott cleared his throat and asked, "Do you?"

"Always feel better when I'm with you," Logan breathed and squeezed Scott a little as he felt the same draft. He got up so they could get under the covers, slowly, gently extracting himself from Scott's worn body.

Scott waited for Logan to settle back down before leaning over and kissing his lover more passionately than he had done earlier in the night. Warmed fingertips traced circles on Logan's sweat-shined stomach. The kiss deepened as he opened his mouth for Logan's tongue to join his.

Logan enjoyed the deep kiss with his lover and he mumbled against his lips, "Missed you..." as if he hadn't seen him in weeks. And part of him felt he had.

"Missed you, too." Scott did miss Logan, he admitted to himself. He knew he wasn't the only one to alienate the other. Logan would become involved in a project and leave Scott to his thoughts, sometimes for days. Scott started his night job at the studio as a form of release when Logan was unavailable.

Logan nodded and hugged Scott again, sighing.

Snuggling into the man's arms, Scott thought about the soiled bedding and wrestled with himself to ask to have it changed before they fell asleep. His mind refused to let him sleep under soiled bedding, no matter how big or small the mess. "I can't sleep under these linens," mumbling and moving to get up and out of bed, Scott padded out to the linen closet in the hallway and flicked on the small light.

Logan smirked at Scott, but he let him go and removed the bedding while Scott got fresh sheets.

When Scott came back with the fresh white linen, he paused and stared at Logan, standing beside the bed, naked. He smiled and tossed the sheets onto the corner of the bed before kneeling down to kiss the tip of Logan's manhood as if thanking it for relaxing him. Looking up at Logan, he cursed the shades as he wanted to have his wink be seen by Logan.

"Mmm. Don't start somethin' you can't finish," he smirked down at Scott.

Scott grinned, "is that an invitation?"

"Just sayin'," he shrugged. He was known for his stamina. And perpetual horniness.

Licking his lips, Scott let the tip of his tongue tease the base of Logan's regaining erection. Flattening his tongue against Logan's testicles, he used the muscles to work them over in his mouth, all the while he kept eye contact with the man he was servicing.

"God, Scott..." Logan purred and ran his fingers through the short, brown hair. He looked so good doing this for him. "Gorgeous...."

Scott let his tongue run along the bottom of Logan's two heavy sacks and then up to the base of his recovering erection. He "mm-ed" and slurped as he kept his eyes staring up at his lover. It was driving him wild! Leaning back on his feet, Scott licked his lips and had to blink several times as the person he saw looking down at him was now the young Cajun he had met, earlier.

Logan let his fingers massage Scott's scalp as he watched the handsome face at his crotch. "How'd I get so damn lucky?" he asked himself out loud.

Scott smirked, "You're asking me?"

"Figured you gotta have somethin' ta do with it, seein' as you're the one doin' fuckin' amazing things to me. Can't help but think I don't deserve you sometimes...." How did he come by a man who didn't just want to roll over and go to sleep after his orgasm?

Smiling big, Scott leaned forward and cocked his head to one side, letting Logan get a good view of him licking the underside of Logan's long, hard shaft before devouring it before his lover could catch his breath. He sucked and sucked, each time harder than the first until he knew Logan was close to orgasm. This time, he wanted to taste him, wanted to show Logan how he loved having the other man lie next to him at night.

"Fuck, Scott!" Logan shouted, unable to stop his hips from moving with how incredibly well his lover was sucking him off. Scott's skill never ceased to amaze him. "Don't stop--" He came down Scott's throat with a guttural cry and his hands gripping Scott's hair harder, holding him in place. He let him up, caressing at his disheveled hair apologetically as he came down.

Scott continued to swallow the juice, sucking ever so slightly at possible more. He sat back and licked his lips before standing and leaning in to kiss Logan's lips. "I love the way you taste; so spicy and sweet. Drives me crazy when you come like that!" he could feel Logan panting into the kiss and his mind flashed back between Logan and the young man who hungered for his kiss, as well.

Logan purred into Scott's mouth. "Love you..."

Embracing him, Scott whispered into a hair-hidden ear, "Love you too." He had to stop himself before he said the wrong name and spoiled the moment. "Logan, um... would you.... um, would you let me...." he wasn't sure how to ask and not have the other man turn him down but tonight, he felt lucky.

"What is it, Scott?" Logan asked, not used to the gingerness in Scott's tone.

Kissing the man again, Scott nibbled on an earlobe as he whispered, "Fuck you...?"

Logan went still. He wasn't prepared for that kind of request. It was something that hadn't occurred to him before-- or rather, that he had dismissed it out of hand, not really seriously considering it.

"Please," Scott whimpered, teasingly.

Logan leaned down to grasp Scott's soft manhood. "What if I said yes?" he asked. "Would it make you hard just thinking about being inside me?"

A smirk, a wicked thought, and Scott could feel himself getting aroused in Logan's hand. "Just the thought of being inside you, would make me come."

"Better grab that lube then before you blow," Logan growled as he leaned in to kiss Scott with lots of tongue.

Scott loved it. He was finally going to get his wish. "On the bed, hands and knees." He felt Logan's hand leave him as he reached for the gel and started to stroke himself. He watched in lust as the man headed for the bed.

Logan watched Scott over his shoulder, feeling a little nervous, but quelling it. This wasn't a big deal for Scott, so why should it be a big deal for him? He spread his legs invitingly, presenting himself for his lover.

Scott stood there a moment, awing at his lover while he laid waiting for him. Licking his lips as he had been doing for the past two minutes, Scott crawled up behind Logan and tilted his head to let his tongue gently glide between the crack before sinking in to slurp and nibble on a plump pink cheek. The gel he had in his left hand began to smear itself fully onto his now erect shaft.

Logan moaned for Scott and flexed his cheeks. "Gonna grip you so hard," he said encouragingly.

Scott reveled in his ministrations and sank deeper, flicking the tight ring with the tip of his tongue. Spreading the cheeks, he continued to lick and suck, pushing his tongue deeper into the warmth as he stroked himself harder. "Tell me you want it," he dared.

"God, Scott, I want it." He wouldn't be caught dead saying that to anyone else. Ever. "Want *you.*"

It was music to Scott's ears. Letting his tongue dart in and out of the hole, he ran his tongue along the inside, over the ring and up to Logan's tailbone before rising up on his knees and kissing Logan's back as he slid in, slowly, due to the tightness. "Oh, god, oh good god. Mm, so tight, Logan," he panted as he lay himself against Logan's back and started a slow rhythm as he eased himself in completely. "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long. Grabbing Logan's hips, he paced himself faster.

Logan winced at the unfamiliar feeling and he thought to himself that Scott *had* to feel this differently than he did, or something. There was pain while he adjusted, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. "How long...?" he asked and tried to loosen up.

Scott was too into his movement that he barely heard the question but thought back as long as he could. "Since the time we were together in gym's shower." Closing his eyes, he thought about that night that the gym was closing and they had to hurry for their shower. "You came close to letting me in."

That was a long time ago. "God, Scott--" He craned his neck, asking for a kiss from him. Scott's thrusts hit just the right angle to get Logan's cock dripping and hard again.

Scott thrust himself deeper as he leaned over and kissed Logan deeply. He reached around and started to stroke Logan's cock, squeezing it faintly in time with his thrusts. Reaching even lower, his hand warmed the tight sacks that he could feel would release, soon. Scott felt so high as he moved faster into his tight lover. "Oh, yes. God, I love this."

Logan squeezed around Scott intentionally, even if it was a bit painful to do. "Fuck," he panted. He was a bit overwhelmed by all the sensations and the newness of everything, but he was forcefully turned on at the idea of Scott loving this so much. "Fuck me, Scott," he purred to him. "Know you wanna make me come."

Scott cried out and had to stop himself from almost coming before he really wanted to. He thrust into Logan harder and leaned back to gain leverage, stroking Logan's hard manhood firmly. "So tight, so fucking tight," he whispered to himself. Now he knew why Logan loved it so much; being so forceful with his lover was extremely turning him on.

"Come for me, Logan. Come all over the bed." Scott hadn't realized he had voiced it out loud.

Scott fucking him hard was good, and the stroking in time helped, but it was Scott getting so out of control that really got Logan going and his orgasm building inside him. Logan didn't realize how much of a turn-on it was for Scott to talk dirty to him, but he found himself cascading over the edge with those words. "Scott!!" he didn't realize how loud he would be or how hard his orgasm would hit him, but he felt completely thrown by it and he was left panting, trying to regain himself.

Hearing his name being screamed as Logan soaked the mattress with his release was sending Scott deeper into pleasure. Arching himself back over to lay against Logan, he gripped Logan's firm hip in one hand as the other held his lover's manhood, Scott came hard into Logan. "Excellent. Oh, I love this. Love you," he panted and kissed Logan's shoulder, letting both come down from the high. He removed himself and dropped himself down beside Logan.

Logan was breathing hard and *trembling* for fuck's sake. He leaned over to kiss Scott passionately. "Tired now?" he smirked. He was just glad that he had come on the pile of sheets, not the bed, otherwise Scott would probably want to sleep on the couch... and Logan really wanted to hold him now. He wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his neck.

"Very," Scott smiled and kissed Logan back, reaching a hand up to hold him there in the kiss. "You?"

"Could probably sleep for a week," Logan said as he lazily kissed Scott's gorgeous mouth.

Scott reached around and gently rubbed a soft, cool cheek as he moaned into the kiss. "Let's make the bed, tomorrow."

"No complaints here..." Logan mumbled and rested his head on Scott as he drifted off.

~~~~~

In a small diner, across town, Scott sat by the window and watched for Logan's car to pull into the row of spaces in front. He had hoped that he hadn't sounded too impatient on the phone and yet he was glad that Logan was at least giving him an inch to state his claim. He sighed and order a refill on his coffee and another fresh cup for his company. Turning from the waitress back to the window, he spotted the familiar face getting out of a vehicle.

Logan was wondering to himself why he was even doing this. He had been so hurt by Scott's betrayal... but he loved him, so he took a deep breath before heading over to his ex. He stood in front of the table just looking at him for a second before he settled into the seat across from him. He was quiet. He didn't know what to say to him, so he was going to let him start the conversation.

"How have you been, Logan?" Scott blinked, hoping that Logan couldn't see his eyes watching Logan's face from behind the ruby tint.

"Peachy," Logan grumbled, clearly not.

As the waitress set down the new cup in front of Logan, Scott smiled and added, "I ordered you some coffee. Hope you don't mind." So far, it hadn't started out so great but he had high hopes. "Keeping busy with your projects you keep avoiding me with?"

"If I wasn't... that'd pretty much imply I was lyin' to ya... and *I* don't do that." The remark was a little biting-- acknowledging that Scott was plenty comfortable with lying to Logan. He glanced at the cup in front of him but didn't touch it.

The seriousness entered Scott and he leaned in to keep what he was about to say between them, "Logan, you know I love you. I've loved you since the first time we fucked but when you had so many 'things' come up, I just couldn't take it anymore. Yea, okay, it was me who strayed but I couldn't stand being the one left alone." He sat back and took another sip of his fresh cup of coffee.

Logan matched Scott's whisper but not his cool tone. It was no one else's business what they were talking about. "I get that, but you could have fuckin' *told* me that you needed me. I would have made time for you if you'da said you weren't all right, so don't put all this shit on me, like I left before you fucked somebody else."

"I tried--" Scott leaned in, again and lowered his voice, "I tried to tell you but every time I would open my mouth, I would feel like you would see me as the 'nagging housewife' you said you couldn't stand. It was just that once you would have ever let me screw you. So, I had to find other outlets before going home to you."

"So it was just fucking an ass that had you all lonesome? That's a lame-ass excuse, Scott. What-- did your new toy drop you, so you had to come crawling back to me for a consistent fuck?" Scoffing at Scott's sob-story, Logan shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment. He should get up and leave but he stayed due to his legs not having the same thoughts.

Scott shook his head. "We broke up months ago. He couldn't handle my 'obsessiveness'. Look, Logan, I'm sorry we had to break up like that. I'm sorry that it drove that wedge between us but, he was just a young, inexperienced fuck. You knew how to do things to me that just got me so hot. He only had a few small features in his happy meal." Scott hated how this was sounding. "Please, can we just start over? We could go back to my place.... and catch up on a few things...?"

"Catch up on all the fucking you lost out on? God, Scott, is that all you can think about? I don't care if the punk you left me for was inexperienced-- that doesn't make me think you love me. At all. I don't care if you think I was the hottest thing on the planet; you still left. You wanna tell me why I should even *think* about forgiving you?" Logan snapped.

Scott let his jaw drop and stared at Logan in shock. He remembered Logan had a temper. He also remembered the day he left to move in with his new lover. "I don't expect you to outright forgive me. No. However, I know that it took both of us to get over what we had. For the five years prior, I gave my life for you. I would have got up and moved to Canada if you had asked me to. You talked about it like it was better than sex. We're older now, Logan. I think we can be more grown up now. Don't you?"

Logan stared at Scott, not believing what he was hearing the other man say. "I can if you can. I think I wanna know why you're not just moving on, Scott. Sure, I can fuck with the best of 'em, but that's not reason enough to stick around when you weren't happy with me to begin with. What makes you think this time will be any different?"

"Because," Scott thought abut the five years they had been together, "you were there when 'they' weren't. You were the only one I could be a person with, not just a fuck-toy. It took some thinking and I came to realize that I missed it."

"Ever think maybe you are just a fuck-toy, Scott? 'Cause you're a real dick," he growled as he got up. "If you were a person with me, maybe you'da thought cheating was a lousy thing to do. Maybe you can use that experience in your next relationship... 'cause I really don't think I can do this again, Scott."

Scott knew going after Logan when he was angry was a bad mistake. The words tumbled over in his mind. "I loved you, Logan," he whispered as he watched Logan get into his vehicle and drive away.

Continued.....