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(for Donald)
Jun. 9th, 2008 12:05 amNothing like waking up in a bed that you didn't recognize, beside a man who you could hardly stand to be around for longer than five minutes without wanting to slap him. Though really, Logan was sort of used to it. ...Sort of. Usually it was a woman, not a man, and usually it was some overpriced hotel, not a hut, but really, it was all the same when you got down to the core of it.
He stared at Donald for a long moment, blinking the sleep from his eyes and yawning quietly. He still had one arm draped over the other man, their bodies touching in some sort of perverted mockery of intimacy. As if either of them had any right to touch one another that way.
Though maybe they did, Logan wasn't really sure where they stood now. One night of screwing around and self pity hardly made way to flowers and picnics by the sea, but it did mean admitting that something had changed. Were they friends now? Were they just a one night thing? Logan couldn't be sure, and he carefully slid away so he was just out of reach.
He didn't get out of bed though, he didn't want to. Not yet. It was safe in Donald's hut. Like hiding in some sort of bizarre alternate reality. No one would ever come looking for him here.
The other man stirred and Logan bit his lip. His own eyes slid shut again, as if he honestly believed that if he wasn't looking, Donald wouldn't see him or something. As if he could just pretend to be asleep forever.
He stared at Donald for a long moment, blinking the sleep from his eyes and yawning quietly. He still had one arm draped over the other man, their bodies touching in some sort of perverted mockery of intimacy. As if either of them had any right to touch one another that way.
Though maybe they did, Logan wasn't really sure where they stood now. One night of screwing around and self pity hardly made way to flowers and picnics by the sea, but it did mean admitting that something had changed. Were they friends now? Were they just a one night thing? Logan couldn't be sure, and he carefully slid away so he was just out of reach.
He didn't get out of bed though, he didn't want to. Not yet. It was safe in Donald's hut. Like hiding in some sort of bizarre alternate reality. No one would ever come looking for him here.
The other man stirred and Logan bit his lip. His own eyes slid shut again, as if he honestly believed that if he wasn't looking, Donald wouldn't see him or something. As if he could just pretend to be asleep forever.
