for donald
Jun. 18th, 2008 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
echolls_cursedDays had passed since their argument in the schoolhouse, and as Logan stood outside Donald's hut in the moonlight, he had to keep telling himself that he wasn't just here because he was lonely. He was here to settle things. He wasn't crawling back... he was making a point.
Yeah, right, a point.
He didn't bother knocking. He hadn't before, so why would he start now? In fact, he was careful to stay silent as he pushed open the door, listening for the tell-tale sound of level breathing before heading farther into the hut. The door shut softly behind him, a quiet thud of a noise that barely registered in Logan's ears as he climbed into the other man's bed and quickly moved to straddle him. His hands found Donald's wrists before he could even stir, and by the time the other man's eyes had opened, Logan had them stretched up over his head and pinned firmly against the mattress.
"I think we should talk," he said coolly.
Yeah, right, a point.
He didn't bother knocking. He hadn't before, so why would he start now? In fact, he was careful to stay silent as he pushed open the door, listening for the tell-tale sound of level breathing before heading farther into the hut. The door shut softly behind him, a quiet thud of a noise that barely registered in Logan's ears as he climbed into the other man's bed and quickly moved to straddle him. His hands found Donald's wrists before he could even stir, and by the time the other man's eyes had opened, Logan had them stretched up over his head and pinned firmly against the mattress.
"I think we should talk," he said coolly.
