Sorry, Charis
I told her about something that I shouldn't have, so this is my apology.
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500 words
Logan leaned against the dog park fence. Don needed to run. They were saving up to buy a place of their own, but until then no yard. And the locals were really strict about their leach ordinance.
His phone beeped. Time to head back. Don ran up, acting like a puppy as Logan attached the leach to his collar. He knew how much Logan hated that, but Don said he had to act the part.
“Excuse me,” said a woman with her golden retriever’s leash held tightly. “I noticed you haven’t gotten your dog neutered.”
Don stiffened.
“Yes ma’am.” Logan tried to be polite about something that wasn’t her business. He gave his standard answer. “He’s a breeding dog.”
Well, they did plan on having kids once they could afford it.
The woman pressed her lips together. She looked at Don, then back at Logan. “As long as you aren’t one of those crazies…”
“Crazies?”
She explained.
Logan slammed the front door and pulled off his jacket. “I am never Never giving you a hand job again.”
“Don’t say that.” Don rubbed Logan’s arms. He hadn’t bother to take his collar off let alone put clothes on.
“And if you think you’re getting any tonight…” Logan couldn’t think of a prefect enough consequence. “I’m taking a shower.”
He stormed up the stairs, dove into the bathroom, and only just got the door closed before Don tried to follow him in. “Alone!”
“Logan. Logan, don’t be that way.”
Logan turned the water on so he didn’t have to hear him.
The problem with Logan’s scheme was that he couldn’t spend all night in the bathroom. And that he hadn’t gotten new clothes to wear. And that they only had regular sized towels for the guest bathroom. These barely wrapped around him.
And Don was probably waiting outside.
Don wasn’t waiting in the hall. Logan pulled his second towel tighter around his shoulders and crept into the bedroom.
Don wasn’t here either.
Logan dressed quickly in sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt plus boxer briefs although he normally never wore them to bed.
Did he even want to sleep in here? After what that woman said? He shudder to even think about it.
“Logan?” Dom called from downstairs. “I made you some hot cocoa.”
Hot cocoa always made bad things better. Logan was like a kid that way. Dom handed him the mug without touching him. “Feeling any better?”
“Not really.”
Don held out an arm. Logan didn’t hesitate. He held Don so tight. Don petted his head. “I’m sorry.”
Logan relaxed. “It’s alri’”
“So, no more hand jobs for me?”
Logan shuddered. “For now? Where can I buy brain bleach?”
Don laughed and held him close. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Don kissed him then leaned back. “No hand jobs for me. But for you?”
He rubbed the front of Logan’s sweats.
Logan hummed. “I think I might let you persuade me.”
Don’s strong argument won the night.
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500 words
Logan leaned against the dog park fence. Don needed to run. They were saving up to buy a place of their own, but until then no yard. And the locals were really strict about their leach ordinance.
His phone beeped. Time to head back. Don ran up, acting like a puppy as Logan attached the leach to his collar. He knew how much Logan hated that, but Don said he had to act the part.
“Excuse me,” said a woman with her golden retriever’s leash held tightly. “I noticed you haven’t gotten your dog neutered.”
Don stiffened.
“Yes ma’am.” Logan tried to be polite about something that wasn’t her business. He gave his standard answer. “He’s a breeding dog.”
Well, they did plan on having kids once they could afford it.
The woman pressed her lips together. She looked at Don, then back at Logan. “As long as you aren’t one of those crazies…”
“Crazies?”
She explained.
Logan slammed the front door and pulled off his jacket. “I am never Never giving you a hand job again.”
“Don’t say that.” Don rubbed Logan’s arms. He hadn’t bother to take his collar off let alone put clothes on.
“And if you think you’re getting any tonight…” Logan couldn’t think of a prefect enough consequence. “I’m taking a shower.”
He stormed up the stairs, dove into the bathroom, and only just got the door closed before Don tried to follow him in. “Alone!”
“Logan. Logan, don’t be that way.”
Logan turned the water on so he didn’t have to hear him.
The problem with Logan’s scheme was that he couldn’t spend all night in the bathroom. And that he hadn’t gotten new clothes to wear. And that they only had regular sized towels for the guest bathroom. These barely wrapped around him.
And Don was probably waiting outside.
Don wasn’t waiting in the hall. Logan pulled his second towel tighter around his shoulders and crept into the bedroom.
Don wasn’t here either.
Logan dressed quickly in sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt plus boxer briefs although he normally never wore them to bed.
Did he even want to sleep in here? After what that woman said? He shudder to even think about it.
“Logan?” Dom called from downstairs. “I made you some hot cocoa.”
Hot cocoa always made bad things better. Logan was like a kid that way. Dom handed him the mug without touching him. “Feeling any better?”
“Not really.”
Don held out an arm. Logan didn’t hesitate. He held Don so tight. Don petted his head. “I’m sorry.”
Logan relaxed. “It’s alri’”
“So, no more hand jobs for me?”
Logan shuddered. “For now? Where can I buy brain bleach?”
Don laughed and held him close. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Don kissed him then leaned back. “No hand jobs for me. But for you?”
He rubbed the front of Logan’s sweats.
Logan hummed. “I think I might let you persuade me.”
Don’s strong argument won the night.