VM Fic: Afterglow (Logan/Weevil, R, 1/1)
So when I had the drabble call, one of the requests was Logan/Weevil, made by the sweet and delightful kittyzams. However when I started writing the drabble, it became a longer story instead. So, I'm excited to share with you my first Veronica Mars fic!!!
Title: Afterglow
Pairing: Logan/Weevil
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,059
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Logan and Weevil do more than just work together.
Spoilers: Set during "Rashard and Wallace Go to White Castle" (2:12) and "Ain't No Magic Mountain High Enough" (2:13), but very very minimal spoilers.
A/N: Thanks to the very smart and insightful lillianmorgan and spookymonkey for the betas. And thanks to the awesome people on my flist who encouraged me to write this.
Afterglow
by Cordelianne
Fuckin’ Echolls, Weevil thinks. Logan’s already plugging the Playstation back in, his back to Weevil and his ass on display. But Weevil’s not looking, he’s getting the hell out of this rich boy’s fantasy penthouse that lacks the actual Penthouse girls.
“We done? Or are you planning to ruin my game again?” Logan’s holding a controller in one hand and giving Weevil his best don’t-fuck-with-me face.
Now Weevil wants to fuck with him. Wipe the smirk off that pretty boy face.
“Could ruin a lot more than your game.” Weevil steps into Logan’s space, gets in his face.
Logan laughs, short and hard. “Trembling like a leaf here.” He puts down the controller, looks Weevil in the eye. “Give it your best shot.”
****
Logan stands, wiping his hands on his pants. Weevil buckles his belt, briefly catching it on a loop before smoothly sliding it through.
“Alright?” Weevil waves his hand in the general direction of Logan’s crotch.
“I think I can handle it.” Logan runs his hand through his hair, frowns.
“I’m a giver not just a taker.” The arms are crossed and Weevil’s leaning against the wall as if he’s waiting for a friend to return from a beer run.
“Forgot you PCHers are all about community service.”
“Seems like you rich boys do your part too.”
Logan’s eyes flicker over Weevil’s face. “Listen, I’m having people over soon.” Weevil doesn’t move. “I’d invite you, except, wait, no I wouldn’t.”
“A bunch of rich idiots? And you didn’t think of me?” Weevil pushes off the wall. “I’m hurt.” He turns to leave.
Logan heads for the shower. He hears the faint click of the door behind him.
****
They’re on the couch, Weevil on top of Logan, breathing heavily and avoiding each other’s eyes. Weevil pushes himself up, grabs his shirt from the floor and slouches back as he untangles it. Logan stands up stretching, letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles
He steps out of them, not looking down and walks over to the mini-fridge. He holds up a water bottle in Weevil’s direction. Weevil shakes his head. Logan shrugs, twists off the lid and takes two large swallows.
Slowly Weevil stands up, starts for the door, stops and grabs his jacket. He nods at Logan as he leaves.
Before the door’s completely shut Logan’s back on the couch, channel flicking, still naked.
****
Logan runs a hand over a bruise. Weevil flinches and pulls away.
“What the hell are you doing, man?”
“Seeing if you’re as tough as you say you are.”
Weevil flips Logan over and straddles his hips. He’s pressing Logan’s hands together over his head.
“What do you say now?”
Logan squirms, rubbing his jean-covered cock against Weevil’s thigh.
“I’d say you’re all talk.”
With his free hand, Weevil pulls something from his back pocket. A packet of lube lands on Logan’s chest.
“Let’s see who’s all talk.”
****
Weevil wakes up in a big bed, alone. And naked.
His clothes are piled on the chair beside him. Either Logan Echolls - who he just fucked into the mattress - is being nice, or it’s a hint. Weevil yanks on his jeans ready to take that hint and avoid the after sex - holy fuck with another guy - talk.
He pulls on his shirt, trying to block out the If I’ve fooled around, had blowjobs from a couple of guys before - I’ve fucked another guy - does that make me some big gay fag? question.
Logan’s eating a burger and watching some show with a white guy yelling in court. Weevil doesn’t look over, his eyes on the door.
“Buffalo burger?”
Weevil stops. He stares at the tray Logan’s pointing at, then grabs a burger and sits down on the couch. Beside Logan but not close.
“I hate these shows.” Weevil says, taking a bite.
“You are always on the wrong side of the law and order…”
“Maybe.” Weevil grabs the remote. “Or maybe it just sucks.”
“Hey!”
Weevil holds the remote away, trying to decipher the button code. He tosses it back onto Logan’s lap.
“Why’d they make it so complicated to change the fuckin’ channel?”
Logan scrolls through the menu and selects some teen horror movie. The one that all those TV actors get killed in. “I hear you, man.”
****
The bathroom door swings open and just as quickly closed. Logan kicks the door stopper, wedging it in.
“Looking for me or just needing some private time during the school day?” Weevil flicks water off his hands.
“I’m not gay, man.” Logan tells the soap dispenser just left of Weevil.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I like girls. Really like them.” He’s looking in Weevil’s direction now but still isn’t making eye contact.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You have a thing for blondes.” Weevil glances down. “I get that. I’ve been there too.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Like a switch, Logan’s fired up ready for a fight.
“Don’t be an idiot, or more of an idiot than usual.” Weevil starts to take a step towards Logan but Logan jumps back. “We have similar tastes.” He spells it out. “We’ve been with the same girl.”
Logan rests an arm against the wall and his head on his arm. “This situation isn’t fucked up.”
“At least I didn’t fuck your dad.”
Logan snorts. “Yeah, not many people get two Echolls for the price of one.”
“Did you come here worried I’ll become some love-sick puppy following you around?” Weevil shakes his head. “You don’t have a magic ass. It didn’t give me a personality transplant.”
Logan’s head jerks. Like he’s acknowledging.
“And I’m not gay either.”
“Right. So we return to our regular scheduled programming?” Logan’s talking to the soap dispenser again.
Weevil shrugs.
Logan makes eye contact. Just for a second. It looks like he’s about to step towards Weevil and then he turns away. He kicks the door stopper loose and looks back at Weevil, his hand on the door.
“See you.”
Weevil nods and turns back to the sink.
In the reflection he watches the door close. He stares at that spot for a few more seconds, then wipes his hands on his pants and leaves.
****
A few days later they pass in the hallway. Logan’s holding hands with some blonde girl.
They nod and keep walking.
*end*
Title: Afterglow
Pairing: Logan/Weevil
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,059
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Logan and Weevil do more than just work together.
Spoilers: Set during "Rashard and Wallace Go to White Castle" (2:12) and "Ain't No Magic Mountain High Enough" (2:13), but very very minimal spoilers.
A/N: Thanks to the very smart and insightful lillianmorgan and spookymonkey for the betas. And thanks to the awesome people on my flist who encouraged me to write this.
Afterglow
by Cordelianne
Fuckin’ Echolls, Weevil thinks. Logan’s already plugging the Playstation back in, his back to Weevil and his ass on display. But Weevil’s not looking, he’s getting the hell out of this rich boy’s fantasy penthouse that lacks the actual Penthouse girls.
“We done? Or are you planning to ruin my game again?” Logan’s holding a controller in one hand and giving Weevil his best don’t-fuck-with-me face.
Now Weevil wants to fuck with him. Wipe the smirk off that pretty boy face.
“Could ruin a lot more than your game.” Weevil steps into Logan’s space, gets in his face.
Logan laughs, short and hard. “Trembling like a leaf here.” He puts down the controller, looks Weevil in the eye. “Give it your best shot.”
****
Logan stands, wiping his hands on his pants. Weevil buckles his belt, briefly catching it on a loop before smoothly sliding it through.
“Alright?” Weevil waves his hand in the general direction of Logan’s crotch.
“I think I can handle it.” Logan runs his hand through his hair, frowns.
“I’m a giver not just a taker.” The arms are crossed and Weevil’s leaning against the wall as if he’s waiting for a friend to return from a beer run.
“Forgot you PCHers are all about community service.”
“Seems like you rich boys do your part too.”
Logan’s eyes flicker over Weevil’s face. “Listen, I’m having people over soon.” Weevil doesn’t move. “I’d invite you, except, wait, no I wouldn’t.”
“A bunch of rich idiots? And you didn’t think of me?” Weevil pushes off the wall. “I’m hurt.” He turns to leave.
Logan heads for the shower. He hears the faint click of the door behind him.
****
They’re on the couch, Weevil on top of Logan, breathing heavily and avoiding each other’s eyes. Weevil pushes himself up, grabs his shirt from the floor and slouches back as he untangles it. Logan stands up stretching, letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles
He steps out of them, not looking down and walks over to the mini-fridge. He holds up a water bottle in Weevil’s direction. Weevil shakes his head. Logan shrugs, twists off the lid and takes two large swallows.
Slowly Weevil stands up, starts for the door, stops and grabs his jacket. He nods at Logan as he leaves.
Before the door’s completely shut Logan’s back on the couch, channel flicking, still naked.
****
Logan runs a hand over a bruise. Weevil flinches and pulls away.
“What the hell are you doing, man?”
“Seeing if you’re as tough as you say you are.”
Weevil flips Logan over and straddles his hips. He’s pressing Logan’s hands together over his head.
“What do you say now?”
Logan squirms, rubbing his jean-covered cock against Weevil’s thigh.
“I’d say you’re all talk.”
With his free hand, Weevil pulls something from his back pocket. A packet of lube lands on Logan’s chest.
“Let’s see who’s all talk.”
****
Weevil wakes up in a big bed, alone. And naked.
His clothes are piled on the chair beside him. Either Logan Echolls - who he just fucked into the mattress - is being nice, or it’s a hint. Weevil yanks on his jeans ready to take that hint and avoid the after sex - holy fuck with another guy - talk.
He pulls on his shirt, trying to block out the If I’ve fooled around, had blowjobs from a couple of guys before - I’ve fucked another guy - does that make me some big gay fag? question.
Logan’s eating a burger and watching some show with a white guy yelling in court. Weevil doesn’t look over, his eyes on the door.
“Buffalo burger?”
Weevil stops. He stares at the tray Logan’s pointing at, then grabs a burger and sits down on the couch. Beside Logan but not close.
“I hate these shows.” Weevil says, taking a bite.
“You are always on the wrong side of the law and order…”
“Maybe.” Weevil grabs the remote. “Or maybe it just sucks.”
“Hey!”
Weevil holds the remote away, trying to decipher the button code. He tosses it back onto Logan’s lap.
“Why’d they make it so complicated to change the fuckin’ channel?”
Logan scrolls through the menu and selects some teen horror movie. The one that all those TV actors get killed in. “I hear you, man.”
****
The bathroom door swings open and just as quickly closed. Logan kicks the door stopper, wedging it in.
“Looking for me or just needing some private time during the school day?” Weevil flicks water off his hands.
“I’m not gay, man.” Logan tells the soap dispenser just left of Weevil.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“I like girls. Really like them.” He’s looking in Weevil’s direction now but still isn’t making eye contact.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You have a thing for blondes.” Weevil glances down. “I get that. I’ve been there too.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Like a switch, Logan’s fired up ready for a fight.
“Don’t be an idiot, or more of an idiot than usual.” Weevil starts to take a step towards Logan but Logan jumps back. “We have similar tastes.” He spells it out. “We’ve been with the same girl.”
Logan rests an arm against the wall and his head on his arm. “This situation isn’t fucked up.”
“At least I didn’t fuck your dad.”
Logan snorts. “Yeah, not many people get two Echolls for the price of one.”
“Did you come here worried I’ll become some love-sick puppy following you around?” Weevil shakes his head. “You don’t have a magic ass. It didn’t give me a personality transplant.”
Logan’s head jerks. Like he’s acknowledging.
“And I’m not gay either.”
“Right. So we return to our regular scheduled programming?” Logan’s talking to the soap dispenser again.
Weevil shrugs.
Logan makes eye contact. Just for a second. It looks like he’s about to step towards Weevil and then he turns away. He kicks the door stopper loose and looks back at Weevil, his hand on the door.
“See you.”
Weevil nods and turns back to the sink.
In the reflection he watches the door close. He stares at that spot for a few more seconds, then wipes his hands on his pants and leaves.
****
A few days later they pass in the hallway. Logan’s holding hands with some blonde girl.
They nod and keep walking.
*end*