VM fic-- Secrets
Secrets
Rating: R
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Duncan/Logan, Lilly/Logan, Duncan/Meg/Logan, implied Duncan/Lilly
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns all.
Summary: Everyone in Neptune has secrets.
Spoilers: season 1
Author's Note: Thanks to snoopypez for reading this over and squeeing about it. :D
Secrets
Kanes’ were good at keeping secrets, and it had nothing to do with the journal Duncan wrote in or the things Lilly kept hidden in her air vents.
They were good at keeping secrets with each other. They just wouldn’t acknowledge the things they didn’t like and not tell anyone about the things they did behind closed doors…until Logan came along.
The first time Logan slept with Lilly, she was wearing a lacy baby doll pink camisole and thong. She sauntered to her bed where he was waiting and licked her cotton candy lips, crawling towards him. He’d asked her where she’d gotten the outfit and she sat back for a moment, flashed him a dazzling smile and replied simply, “Duncan bought it for me.”
Logan didn’t say a word, he just stared at her a moment before kissing her and Lilly decided that he was worthy of their secrets too.
Beside, he had secrets of his own, but she wouldn’t ask where he’d gotten the red, angry looking welts on his back and when he made up a pathetic excuse that it was just a rash, she’d crinkle her nose, make a face and reply “Ew” though they both knew he was lying. She’d run her glossed nails over the abrasions and he’d hiss through clinched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and growing hard. Once he was inside of her, all the lies were forgotten.
Likewise, she looked over the fact that sometimes Logan and Duncan would disappear together into Duncan’s room and come out hours later, flushed and sheepish. She caught them together once. Duncan’s legs were hooked around the back of Logan’s and his head lolled back, eyes staring up at the ceiling as she heard sounds come from deep in his throat she’d never heard before.
Logan writhed obscenely on top of him, dropping sloppy kisses on his neck. Both froze when Lilly cleared her throat and the trio stared at each other a moment, aware that the wrong words or actions could bring their fragile deck of cards down.
In the end, it was Lilly who acted first. She just flipped her hair, crooked her finger at Logan and he willingly untangled himself from Duncan and followed her out of the room.
She didn’t mind their secrets as long as she was still first in their little world.
*
After Lilly died, nothing was the same. There wasn’t anything to hide; it was just Duncan and Logan together, or apart. They couldn’t be around each other anymore. Their relationship, so carefully maintained on a bed of lies crumbled under raw emotions and truthfulness.
The night after her funeral, they met in Lilly’s room, all fumbling fingers and breathless curse words. Duncan put in an old home movie of her on the television, while Logan jerked off.
Duncan asked him if he remembered homecoming last year and started to cry. Logan said he remembered how hot she looked in that dress, though he wasn’t thinking of that at all-he was thinking of Duncan and how this wasn’t fun anymore. He had to dig his fingers hard into his thigh and think of her to get himself off.
Duncan had tears in his eyes and Logan came all over her pillow, and they knew this thing...whatever it was, was over.
They stopped talking, stopped fucking and eventually stopped thinking of Lilly altogether, at least that was what they told themselves.
Logan fucked everyone else within an arms reach and Duncan stopped being able to get it up at all.
Then, Meg came along.
*
Meg Manning was different; she had secrets of her own, ones she wouldn’t share. She was the good girl with something to prove and she fit in with them perfectly-better than Lilly, almost, because she could fake naiveté.
She could evoke images of lemonade in the summer, of slumber parties and freshly cut grass. She was the summertime, she was a force all her own, but Duncan saw nothing sunny in her when she sat on Logan’s lap in his room. Her eyes were wide and almost black with lust as her fingers curled expertly around Duncan’s cock and Logan leaned forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She gave a delicious tremble that ran through all three of them, connecting them as one.
There would be snarls of anger, of passion, sweat slicked bodies, come and blood and then she’d stand up, run a hand through her hair, zip up her kelly green cheerleading skirt again and put on some lip gloss, walking out of the Echolls’ house with a bounce in her step that hinted more towards platonic study sessions than violent threesomes.
She’d step back into her house, into her world where she was the good one, Lizzie was the whore and Grace spent her days locked in her closet.
She’d go out in public, laugh, wink, smile.
She’d have Logan Echolls’ teeth marks marring her collarbone for the next two weeks.
Perhaps Meg was better than all of them at keeping secrets.
The more time Duncan spent with her, the more he realized she was interchangeable. She was Lilly. Lilly was Meg. Veronica was both of them, though Veronica would never join in their games.
At the end of the day, they were all just blonde seventeen-year-old girls in way over their heads with easy laughs and cruel smiles. They were all the same.
Duncan knew that they were all expendable, and so was he.
Anyone could keep a secret, after all.
Rating: R
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Duncan/Logan, Lilly/Logan, Duncan/Meg/Logan, implied Duncan/Lilly
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns all.
Summary: Everyone in Neptune has secrets.
Spoilers: season 1
Author's Note: Thanks to snoopypez for reading this over and squeeing about it. :D
Secrets
Kanes’ were good at keeping secrets, and it had nothing to do with the journal Duncan wrote in or the things Lilly kept hidden in her air vents.
They were good at keeping secrets with each other. They just wouldn’t acknowledge the things they didn’t like and not tell anyone about the things they did behind closed doors…until Logan came along.
The first time Logan slept with Lilly, she was wearing a lacy baby doll pink camisole and thong. She sauntered to her bed where he was waiting and licked her cotton candy lips, crawling towards him. He’d asked her where she’d gotten the outfit and she sat back for a moment, flashed him a dazzling smile and replied simply, “Duncan bought it for me.”
Logan didn’t say a word, he just stared at her a moment before kissing her and Lilly decided that he was worthy of their secrets too.
Beside, he had secrets of his own, but she wouldn’t ask where he’d gotten the red, angry looking welts on his back and when he made up a pathetic excuse that it was just a rash, she’d crinkle her nose, make a face and reply “Ew” though they both knew he was lying. She’d run her glossed nails over the abrasions and he’d hiss through clinched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and growing hard. Once he was inside of her, all the lies were forgotten.
Likewise, she looked over the fact that sometimes Logan and Duncan would disappear together into Duncan’s room and come out hours later, flushed and sheepish. She caught them together once. Duncan’s legs were hooked around the back of Logan’s and his head lolled back, eyes staring up at the ceiling as she heard sounds come from deep in his throat she’d never heard before.
Logan writhed obscenely on top of him, dropping sloppy kisses on his neck. Both froze when Lilly cleared her throat and the trio stared at each other a moment, aware that the wrong words or actions could bring their fragile deck of cards down.
In the end, it was Lilly who acted first. She just flipped her hair, crooked her finger at Logan and he willingly untangled himself from Duncan and followed her out of the room.
She didn’t mind their secrets as long as she was still first in their little world.
*
After Lilly died, nothing was the same. There wasn’t anything to hide; it was just Duncan and Logan together, or apart. They couldn’t be around each other anymore. Their relationship, so carefully maintained on a bed of lies crumbled under raw emotions and truthfulness.
The night after her funeral, they met in Lilly’s room, all fumbling fingers and breathless curse words. Duncan put in an old home movie of her on the television, while Logan jerked off.
Duncan asked him if he remembered homecoming last year and started to cry. Logan said he remembered how hot she looked in that dress, though he wasn’t thinking of that at all-he was thinking of Duncan and how this wasn’t fun anymore. He had to dig his fingers hard into his thigh and think of her to get himself off.
Duncan had tears in his eyes and Logan came all over her pillow, and they knew this thing...whatever it was, was over.
They stopped talking, stopped fucking and eventually stopped thinking of Lilly altogether, at least that was what they told themselves.
Logan fucked everyone else within an arms reach and Duncan stopped being able to get it up at all.
Then, Meg came along.
*
Meg Manning was different; she had secrets of her own, ones she wouldn’t share. She was the good girl with something to prove and she fit in with them perfectly-better than Lilly, almost, because she could fake naiveté.
She could evoke images of lemonade in the summer, of slumber parties and freshly cut grass. She was the summertime, she was a force all her own, but Duncan saw nothing sunny in her when she sat on Logan’s lap in his room. Her eyes were wide and almost black with lust as her fingers curled expertly around Duncan’s cock and Logan leaned forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She gave a delicious tremble that ran through all three of them, connecting them as one.
There would be snarls of anger, of passion, sweat slicked bodies, come and blood and then she’d stand up, run a hand through her hair, zip up her kelly green cheerleading skirt again and put on some lip gloss, walking out of the Echolls’ house with a bounce in her step that hinted more towards platonic study sessions than violent threesomes.
She’d step back into her house, into her world where she was the good one, Lizzie was the whore and Grace spent her days locked in her closet.
She’d go out in public, laugh, wink, smile.
She’d have Logan Echolls’ teeth marks marring her collarbone for the next two weeks.
Perhaps Meg was better than all of them at keeping secrets.
The more time Duncan spent with her, the more he realized she was interchangeable. She was Lilly. Lilly was Meg. Veronica was both of them, though Veronica would never join in their games.
At the end of the day, they were all just blonde seventeen-year-old girls in way over their heads with easy laughs and cruel smiles. They were all the same.
Duncan knew that they were all expendable, and so was he.
Anyone could keep a secret, after all.