Take Me Down With You - Chapter 2: Unwelcome?
Take Me Down With You - Chapter 2: Unwelcome?
See Warnings on Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Unwelcome?
“Don’t blink. Don’t even blink,” Logan read aloud, holding the note Alec had handed him as he walked past.
Once again, the man had walked into the apartment without knocking or even giving them a greeting. Alec shook off his wet jacket and threw it over a chair, ignoring the change and other paraphernalia that fell out of the pockets. The water dripped from the jacket to the floor. Logan glanced from it to the window. He hadn’t noticed before that it had started raining.
Another typical rainy Seattle night.
“That’s just stupid. Who can’t blink?” Max said, curling her legs up on the couch and settling the popcorn in her lap.
“That’s your take-away?” Logan smiled at her, amused. She really was very practical; she wasn’t one to dwell on the bigger mysteries of life. For that matter, neither was Alec. “Not how strange or cryptic the message was? Not where the note came from? Or why Alec has it?”
She stuck her tongue out at him and threw a popcorn kernel at him.
“I don’t care why Alec got some strange note handed to him. That’s practically an everyday occurrence,” Max quipped.
Alec gave a fake “Har-dee-harr” as he plopped down next to her on the couch.
“But it’s just a weird command: Don’t blink? Why would anyone command people to do something that can’t be done?” Max asked.
“Well, we could,” Alec said.
Logan looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows. “What’s that mean?”
“Max and I can. At least longer than Ordinaries. It’s a cat thing,” Alec shrugged as if that explained everything. He reached into the bowl to grab a handful of popcorn. “What are we watching?”
Max had that pinched look she got when she was annoyed. She and Logan exchanged glances and Logan knew Max was reaching her limit.
Logan sighed. It was Logan and Max’s weekly movie night. Alec crashed it more often than not. He was beginning to think Alec did it on purpose. Now that the virus had been cured, Logan and Max were catching up on lost time, but it was hard to get Max alone. Alec always managed to find something that either Max or “Eyes Only” had to do when Logan and Max were just trying to have a quiet evening. It was starting to get on Logan’s nerves. Max had admitted she was getting frustrated as well. They even talked about moving in together just to find more time but both felt that was the wrong reason to make that decision.
“I meant, what does the note mean?” Logan asked patiently. “Is someone in trouble?” If someone was, then Logan knew they’d have to postpone the evening’s plans to look into it.
“I don’t know. Some dude handed it to me in the graveyard.”
“What ‘dude’?” Logan asked.
“Why were you in a graveyard?” Max asked at the same time.
“I don’t know and I took a shortcut,” he answered both questions respectively. “There was a guy in a bow tie staring at one of those creepy statues that are all over the place. He handed me the note as I walked past him.”
“So no one’s in trouble?” Logan asked, wanting to clarify the situation.
“Not that I know of. Let’s watch Die Hard,” Alec said as he tossed a kernel into the air and caught it in his mouth.
“It’s not an emergency?” Max asked.
“Don’t think so. Hey, you got any beer?” Alec asked Logan.
“So this can wait until tomorrow?” Max asked, persistently. She looked at Logan again, raising her eyebrows. This time the message was clear. She wanted him gone. Logan almost felt bad. He suspected Alec still had feelings for Max. It would explain how he always seem to magically appear whenever Logan and Max had made plans.
Alec ignored them and settled deeper into the cushions.
“Alec, I don’t mean to be rude...” Logan started, trying to run interference.
“Then don’t be,” Alec stated. “Be a good host and get me a drink.”
Max smacked him upside the head.
“Hey!” Alec yelped.
“Alec…what Logan’s trying to say, is it’s our three month anniversary.” She eyed Logan meaningfully and then set the bowl aside and stood up. Logan could see that Alec finally registered what Max had on. She was wearing a very slinky black and dark red chemise set. Alec’s eyes widened and Logan noticed him unconsciously licking his lips. Yes, just as Logan thought, Alec still had a thing for Max, much as he always denied it.
“So what - is that the paper plate or the aluminum can gift?” Alec covered his flush with a smirk.
“Funny,” Max said and she stood next to Logan and wrapped her arm in his. “What I mean is we’d like a little privacy tonight.” She glared hard at Alec.
Logan watched as Alec’s eyes flicked between them and he suddenly felt very self-conscious in his own black silk boxers that Max had asked him to wear.
“Oh…right…right…I forgot three-months is the fucking anniversary,” Alec snapped as he stood up.
“Hey,” Logan yelled, standing in front of Max protectively, “that’s uncalled for.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to be improper and all that. I’ll just let my unwelcome self out.” He stormed away, grabbing his jacket on the way out.
Logan felt a little bad for Alec. Clearly he was still harboring feelings for Max. Logan had always gone out of his way to make Alec not feel excluded as he actually was very fond of Alec now, but there were times Max and he needed to be alone.
“Alec!” snapped Max and she followed him to the door.
Logan cleaned up the wine glasses and popcorn and turned off the TV. He assumed maybe Max might not want to relive the first time they had actually made love. That had been the plan, but like most things in Logan’s life, his plans never went the way they were supposed to.
He might not have Transgenic hearing, but he could tell Max and Alec were arguing. He couldn’t make out the words but he recognized the sounds of a heated argument followed by the slamming of the door.
“I’d ask if everything’s okay but it seems obvious it’s not,” Logan said as Max walked back into the room.
Max’s face was flushed in anger. “I don’t know what his problem is. He’d be furious if I barged in on him while he was trying to have a romantic evening,” she huffed.
“No he wouldn’t. He’d ask you to join them,” Logan said with a touch of humor, hoping to calm her down. He smiled gently at her and held out his arms. She stepped into them and wrapped her arms around him.
“He still…you know…likes you. I mean, what’s not to like, right? But we should go easy on him,” he suggested. He really hated seeing that look of pain on Alec’s face.
“We do go easy on him, all the time. He doesn’t know how lucky he is we still talk to him. I mean, it was his fault we couldn’t touch like this before.”
“Max, I know you don’t mean that. It wasn’t his fault, it was Manticore’s fault. I know you care about him. You’re just a little irritated,” Logan said and began running his hands through her soft hair.
“I am. He said some awful things.”
Logan tensed. That seemed a little out of character for Alec. He might tease them but he was never cruel. Logan and Max were Alec’s few friends other than Joshua, Normal and Sketchy.
“About you?” Logan asked, prepared to defend her if Alec had insulted her. He didn’t care what Alec said about him, but Max was off limits - as unnecessarily and ridiculously chivalrous as that sounded, Logan would defend his lover.
“No. Actually, he said I looked kind of hot,” she said softly, a blush creeping up her face as she looked away momentarily.
“Kind of? That is insulting. You look completely hot,” Logan whispered, teasingly. Max looked up from under her lashes and smiled. She still had trouble accepting compliments. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her gently.
When they broke apart, she said, “He was rude about you. I wanted to punch him.”
“You don’t need to defend me to Alec. I’m a big boy.”
Max giggled unexpectedly. “That’s what I told him. That’s why he was so mad.” She grinned as if she was the cat about to swallow the canary.
Logan’s eyes widened as he felt her hand cup his cock and begin massaging it through the silk fabric of the boxers. “He said you must be huge to be able to satisfy someone like me. He wondered if the great Logan Cale was also great in bed and how you were able to keep up with my needs. And where you learned to be such a fantastic lover.” She reached up and pulled Logan’s head down to hers and whispered in his ear, “So I told him the truth: that you’re an amazing lover. I told him about that thing you do with your tongue on my clit and how your fingers know exactly how to stroke me.” She began walking backwards, leading Logan with a firm grip on his cock. He followed eagerly. “And, that yes, your cock is not only huge but that you know just how to use it to keep me satisfied. That you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen and I love having you fuck me and he’d never know how glorious that felt.”
Max had slowly led them into the bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed, removed his glasses and threw them onto the nightstand and then slid his boxers off.
Logan would have almost felt bad for what Max had said to Alec because he knew it would have wounded Alec’s pride, except the way Max was flicking and licking his cock left Logan unable to think at all.
“God, I do love sucking your cock,” Max moaned and Logan thought he’d never been so turned on. While he’d expected Max to be quite the aggressor in the bedroom, he’d never expected Max to be such a dirty talker when they had first gotten together. Logan himself had a hard time saying those kinds of words, but hearing them turned him on immensely.
She kissed her way up his chest and straddled him. Logan was surprised as she quickly slid herself over his shaft. She was not looking for a lot of foreplay tonight. Instead she went to work riding him and kissing him deeply. She arched up again, stroking herself, her skin flushed, this time arousal and desire rather than anger.
Logan thought she looked beautiful and reached up to pull Max down again for another kiss. “I love you, Max. I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“I love you so fucking much, Logan Cale. I don’t care what Alec says,” Max panted as she grabbed his head and kissed his mouth thoroughly.
Hearing Alec’s name sent a shiver through Logan. An image of Alec riding Logan instead of Max appeared and a surge of lust went through him. He’d have to do some damage control the next day or so. Alec and Max cared for each other but they could really hurt one another at times. Logan knew they needed each other - just not the same way he needed them. The way he needed Max, he corrected himself, wondering where the stray thought of his need for Alec had come from. He closed his eyes to blink the image of Alec away and when opened his eyes he saw Max, sweaty, flushed and thoroughly fucking gorgeous as she rode him.
A loud thud outside startled Logan. “What was that?” He looked up past her shoulder but couldn’t see anything without his glasses.
“It’s nothing. Less thinking,” she grinned at him, “more fucking.”
He grinned back, eager to comply with her wishes. The world could take care of itself for a few hours. He flipped her over and took control for awhile.
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See Warnings on Chapter 1
Chapter 2 - Unwelcome?
“Don’t blink. Don’t even blink,” Logan read aloud, holding the note Alec had handed him as he walked past.
Once again, the man had walked into the apartment without knocking or even giving them a greeting. Alec shook off his wet jacket and threw it over a chair, ignoring the change and other paraphernalia that fell out of the pockets. The water dripped from the jacket to the floor. Logan glanced from it to the window. He hadn’t noticed before that it had started raining.
Another typical rainy Seattle night.
“That’s just stupid. Who can’t blink?” Max said, curling her legs up on the couch and settling the popcorn in her lap.
“That’s your take-away?” Logan smiled at her, amused. She really was very practical; she wasn’t one to dwell on the bigger mysteries of life. For that matter, neither was Alec. “Not how strange or cryptic the message was? Not where the note came from? Or why Alec has it?”
She stuck her tongue out at him and threw a popcorn kernel at him.
“I don’t care why Alec got some strange note handed to him. That’s practically an everyday occurrence,” Max quipped.
Alec gave a fake “Har-dee-harr” as he plopped down next to her on the couch.
“But it’s just a weird command: Don’t blink? Why would anyone command people to do something that can’t be done?” Max asked.
“Well, we could,” Alec said.
Logan looked at him, furrowing his eyebrows. “What’s that mean?”
“Max and I can. At least longer than Ordinaries. It’s a cat thing,” Alec shrugged as if that explained everything. He reached into the bowl to grab a handful of popcorn. “What are we watching?”
Max had that pinched look she got when she was annoyed. She and Logan exchanged glances and Logan knew Max was reaching her limit.
Logan sighed. It was Logan and Max’s weekly movie night. Alec crashed it more often than not. He was beginning to think Alec did it on purpose. Now that the virus had been cured, Logan and Max were catching up on lost time, but it was hard to get Max alone. Alec always managed to find something that either Max or “Eyes Only” had to do when Logan and Max were just trying to have a quiet evening. It was starting to get on Logan’s nerves. Max had admitted she was getting frustrated as well. They even talked about moving in together just to find more time but both felt that was the wrong reason to make that decision.
“I meant, what does the note mean?” Logan asked patiently. “Is someone in trouble?” If someone was, then Logan knew they’d have to postpone the evening’s plans to look into it.
“I don’t know. Some dude handed it to me in the graveyard.”
“What ‘dude’?” Logan asked.
“Why were you in a graveyard?” Max asked at the same time.
“I don’t know and I took a shortcut,” he answered both questions respectively. “There was a guy in a bow tie staring at one of those creepy statues that are all over the place. He handed me the note as I walked past him.”
“So no one’s in trouble?” Logan asked, wanting to clarify the situation.
“Not that I know of. Let’s watch Die Hard,” Alec said as he tossed a kernel into the air and caught it in his mouth.
“It’s not an emergency?” Max asked.
“Don’t think so. Hey, you got any beer?” Alec asked Logan.
“So this can wait until tomorrow?” Max asked, persistently. She looked at Logan again, raising her eyebrows. This time the message was clear. She wanted him gone. Logan almost felt bad. He suspected Alec still had feelings for Max. It would explain how he always seem to magically appear whenever Logan and Max had made plans.
Alec ignored them and settled deeper into the cushions.
“Alec, I don’t mean to be rude...” Logan started, trying to run interference.
“Then don’t be,” Alec stated. “Be a good host and get me a drink.”
Max smacked him upside the head.
“Hey!” Alec yelped.
“Alec…what Logan’s trying to say, is it’s our three month anniversary.” She eyed Logan meaningfully and then set the bowl aside and stood up. Logan could see that Alec finally registered what Max had on. She was wearing a very slinky black and dark red chemise set. Alec’s eyes widened and Logan noticed him unconsciously licking his lips. Yes, just as Logan thought, Alec still had a thing for Max, much as he always denied it.
“So what - is that the paper plate or the aluminum can gift?” Alec covered his flush with a smirk.
“Funny,” Max said and she stood next to Logan and wrapped her arm in his. “What I mean is we’d like a little privacy tonight.” She glared hard at Alec.
Logan watched as Alec’s eyes flicked between them and he suddenly felt very self-conscious in his own black silk boxers that Max had asked him to wear.
“Oh…right…right…I forgot three-months is the fucking anniversary,” Alec snapped as he stood up.
“Hey,” Logan yelled, standing in front of Max protectively, “that’s uncalled for.”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to be improper and all that. I’ll just let my unwelcome self out.” He stormed away, grabbing his jacket on the way out.
Logan felt a little bad for Alec. Clearly he was still harboring feelings for Max. Logan had always gone out of his way to make Alec not feel excluded as he actually was very fond of Alec now, but there were times Max and he needed to be alone.
“Alec!” snapped Max and she followed him to the door.
Logan cleaned up the wine glasses and popcorn and turned off the TV. He assumed maybe Max might not want to relive the first time they had actually made love. That had been the plan, but like most things in Logan’s life, his plans never went the way they were supposed to.
He might not have Transgenic hearing, but he could tell Max and Alec were arguing. He couldn’t make out the words but he recognized the sounds of a heated argument followed by the slamming of the door.
“I’d ask if everything’s okay but it seems obvious it’s not,” Logan said as Max walked back into the room.
Max’s face was flushed in anger. “I don’t know what his problem is. He’d be furious if I barged in on him while he was trying to have a romantic evening,” she huffed.
“No he wouldn’t. He’d ask you to join them,” Logan said with a touch of humor, hoping to calm her down. He smiled gently at her and held out his arms. She stepped into them and wrapped her arms around him.
“He still…you know…likes you. I mean, what’s not to like, right? But we should go easy on him,” he suggested. He really hated seeing that look of pain on Alec’s face.
“We do go easy on him, all the time. He doesn’t know how lucky he is we still talk to him. I mean, it was his fault we couldn’t touch like this before.”
“Max, I know you don’t mean that. It wasn’t his fault, it was Manticore’s fault. I know you care about him. You’re just a little irritated,” Logan said and began running his hands through her soft hair.
“I am. He said some awful things.”
Logan tensed. That seemed a little out of character for Alec. He might tease them but he was never cruel. Logan and Max were Alec’s few friends other than Joshua, Normal and Sketchy.
“About you?” Logan asked, prepared to defend her if Alec had insulted her. He didn’t care what Alec said about him, but Max was off limits - as unnecessarily and ridiculously chivalrous as that sounded, Logan would defend his lover.
“No. Actually, he said I looked kind of hot,” she said softly, a blush creeping up her face as she looked away momentarily.
“Kind of? That is insulting. You look completely hot,” Logan whispered, teasingly. Max looked up from under her lashes and smiled. She still had trouble accepting compliments. He lifted her chin with his finger and kissed her gently.
When they broke apart, she said, “He was rude about you. I wanted to punch him.”
“You don’t need to defend me to Alec. I’m a big boy.”
Max giggled unexpectedly. “That’s what I told him. That’s why he was so mad.” She grinned as if she was the cat about to swallow the canary.
Logan’s eyes widened as he felt her hand cup his cock and begin massaging it through the silk fabric of the boxers. “He said you must be huge to be able to satisfy someone like me. He wondered if the great Logan Cale was also great in bed and how you were able to keep up with my needs. And where you learned to be such a fantastic lover.” She reached up and pulled Logan’s head down to hers and whispered in his ear, “So I told him the truth: that you’re an amazing lover. I told him about that thing you do with your tongue on my clit and how your fingers know exactly how to stroke me.” She began walking backwards, leading Logan with a firm grip on his cock. He followed eagerly. “And, that yes, your cock is not only huge but that you know just how to use it to keep me satisfied. That you have the most gorgeous body I’ve ever seen and I love having you fuck me and he’d never know how glorious that felt.”
Max had slowly led them into the bedroom. She pushed him down on the bed, removed his glasses and threw them onto the nightstand and then slid his boxers off.
Logan would have almost felt bad for what Max had said to Alec because he knew it would have wounded Alec’s pride, except the way Max was flicking and licking his cock left Logan unable to think at all.
“God, I do love sucking your cock,” Max moaned and Logan thought he’d never been so turned on. While he’d expected Max to be quite the aggressor in the bedroom, he’d never expected Max to be such a dirty talker when they had first gotten together. Logan himself had a hard time saying those kinds of words, but hearing them turned him on immensely.
She kissed her way up his chest and straddled him. Logan was surprised as she quickly slid herself over his shaft. She was not looking for a lot of foreplay tonight. Instead she went to work riding him and kissing him deeply. She arched up again, stroking herself, her skin flushed, this time arousal and desire rather than anger.
Logan thought she looked beautiful and reached up to pull Max down again for another kiss. “I love you, Max. I love you so much it hurts sometimes,” he said in a hoarse whisper.
“I love you so fucking much, Logan Cale. I don’t care what Alec says,” Max panted as she grabbed his head and kissed his mouth thoroughly.
Hearing Alec’s name sent a shiver through Logan. An image of Alec riding Logan instead of Max appeared and a surge of lust went through him. He’d have to do some damage control the next day or so. Alec and Max cared for each other but they could really hurt one another at times. Logan knew they needed each other - just not the same way he needed them. The way he needed Max, he corrected himself, wondering where the stray thought of his need for Alec had come from. He closed his eyes to blink the image of Alec away and when opened his eyes he saw Max, sweaty, flushed and thoroughly fucking gorgeous as she rode him.
A loud thud outside startled Logan. “What was that?” He looked up past her shoulder but couldn’t see anything without his glasses.
“It’s nothing. Less thinking,” she grinned at him, “more fucking.”
He grinned back, eager to comply with her wishes. The world could take care of itself for a few hours. He flipped her over and took control for awhile.
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