"Swingers" (ficlet) Dark Angel, Logan/Alec, Max
Title: "Swingers" (Takes place in my a/u Logan/Alec universe)
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Logan/Alec, Max
Rating: PG (*gasp* I know!)
Summary: Max and Alec do a job for Logan.
A/N: An actual plot that feels like a PWP. Is that possible? Could be. But I just felt the urge to write it. The smut disapeared very quickly, but there is smush! R&R is always welcome!
“You’re joking.”
“No, I’m serious.”
“But when you say that, you mean you’re joking.”
“Look, Bandvitz is otherwise unapproachable, and I need proof that he’s been dealing in drugs.”
Max leaned against the glass wall in his office and stared at him, her face a picture of utter disgust. “I don’t dance.”
Logan watched her from his computer chair, and gave her the most sincere smile he could muster. “Please Max, over fifty people have died in the past ten years from using his drugs, and he’s going to get away with it.”
Max narrowed her eyes. “And there’s no other way for me to get this information?”
“Bandvitz surrounds himself with people at his club, and only lets the most prestige dancers to the second floor. My source tells me that’s where Bandvitz’s men package and deal his drugs.”
She stared long and hard. “Swing dance?”
Logan smirked. “It’ll probably only take you a day to pick up the moves.”
“That’s not the point.” Max pouted.
“But you’ll do it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Logan grinned up at her. “Great, I’ll let Alec know.”
“What?” Max’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious!”
“It’s the only way I can be sure you’ll get to the second floor. Two trained Manticore soldiers will blow the competition out of the water.”
“I’m not gunna dance with that jerk!” Max cried indignantly. “I’ll be fine on my own!”
“Max.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “There’s no way.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“No.” She insisted. “Over my dead body.”
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Two nights later Max stood beside Alec in line outside “The Jive Café”. She was glaring at everyone, but mostly her partner in crime who was annoyingly buoyant about their situation. She tugged at the hem of her red velvet cocktail dress with one hand and slapped him in the arm with the other.
“What?” He asked annoyed.
“Tell me again why you’re doing this?”
Alec ran a smoothing hand down the sleeve of his matching zoot suit. “I told you, it’s a secret. You know, as in not open or public? Private? Not revealed? Any of this blowing up your skirt?”
“God you’re such an ass.” Max growled.
“Thank you.” He replied cheekily. “Do you want to practice a few moves before we get in there?”
“I can think of a few ‘moves’ I’d like to try on you…” She trailed off when the club’s bouncer approached them.
He gestured at the door with his clipboard. “You two can go ahead.”
Alec offered Max his arm, but she pushed past him into the club. Unfazed he turned to the bouncer and shrugged. “Women.”
The crowd inside “The Jive Café” was a colourful one. There were a multitude of zoot suits and cocktail dresses, and a sea of bodies on the dance floor, twirling and dancing to an unfamiliar song.
Max pushed her way to the edge of the dance floor and glanced up at the occupied tables above it. Logan’s source said Bandvitz enjoyed watching from a reserved booth and she spotted him immediately, using her enhanced eye sight. The sooner they got this over with, the better.
Alec appeared beside her with a fake smile plastered on his face; eyes trained on their target. “Should we get this party started?”
Max eyed him suspiciously. “Where’d you get off to?”
“I made a request.” He replied and offered her his left hand. The beginning notes of Squirrel Nut Zipper’s ‘Hell’ began to play over the speakers.
Max rolled her eyes and accepted. “Touch my ass and I’ll kill you.”
They made their way to the centre of the dance floor and took up positions; Alec’s right hand at the small of her back and her gloved hand holding his left at shoulder height. The first verse commenced, and Alec took a large step forward, brushing his hips against hers; marking the beginning of the Swayze. His favourite dance.
Max resisted slightly, but not enough to go noticed by anyone other than Alec. He would most likely get slapped later for choosing one of the few swing dances that required them to continuously touch at their midriffs, but hell, if he was going to do this, he was going to enjoy it to the best of his abilities.
A quarter turn to the right, the music pounded over head, Max wrapped her legs around his and they dipped, Alec’s hands running down her thighs. He spun them clockwise, expertly supporting her weight at his fingertips and he dipped her low until her neatly curled hair ghosted across the dance floor.
As the song progressed, Alec transitioned from one dance style to the next, making them bolder and more daring. He didn’t go easy, knowing Max was fully capable of keeping up with him. She was fluid like water in every dip and spin. He brought her to his chest, supported her as she dropped to her back and then lifted her to her feet in one effortless motion. She leapt into his arms and captured his waist between her legs.
The music came to a stop and an eruption of cheers greeted them as they separated to catch their breaths. Sometime during their dance, the entire floor had cleared to give them the room required. The men and women at the reserved tables were watching as well, including Bandvitz.
Max forced a smile and leaned close to Alec. “That should grab the guy’s attention.”
“One would assume.” He replied coolly.
They vacated the dance floor as a Cherry Poppin’ Daddies song started and found themselves a seat at a small table near the bar.
Max leaned over and rubbed her left foot. “God, my feet are killing me. High heels suck!”
“Would you like a massage?” Alec waggled his eyebrows at her.
She sat up and narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you doing this?”
“So we can get to know each other better.”
“Fine, don’t be serious.” Max growled, and glanced out over the dancers. “I don’t think we got his attention.”
Alec swiped his hat off and set it rim down on the table. “What’s wrong with wanting to fight the good fight? Logan made this sound important.”
“Yeah, he did.” Max crossed her arms over her chest. “But forgive me if I don’t believe you’re doing this for selfless reasons.”
A waiter appeared beside them, with a tray and two wine glasses filled to the brim. “Mr. Bandvitz sends his compliments.” He placed the drinks on the table, along with a small card produced from his apron. “And an invitation to join him upstairs.”
Alec grinned at Max. “Well would you look at that? Honey, we’ve been invited upstairs!” The waiter retreated, and Alec held his glass high. “To Mr. Bandvitz. May his business live happily ever after.”
Max rolled her eyes but toasted anyway. “Can we just get this over with?”
“Well, if you don’t want to dance any more…”
“No, I don’t.”
He downed his drink and scooped up his hat. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if I don’t want to work with you again. You’re so boring.”
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A spiralling stairwell at the back of “Jive Café” was the only access to the second floor and it was guarded by two black suited men with earpieces. The couples invited to use the private dance room on the second floor were allowed up to an hour, before they were required to leave. If Max and Alec were to pull this off, they had to be in and out in that time.
Alec flashed the small card for the men to see, and they were allowed to continue. At the top of the stairs a dark hallway stretched out before them.
There were only two doors, one to the right of the stairs and another at the far end of the hall. The closest was open with the music from down stairs flowing out of it.
Max peered inside at two other couples inside who were dancing quite expertly. She turned back to Alec and gestured to the next door. They continued down the hall.
“Where do you think the guards are?” Alec whispered, glancing back over his shoulder.
“I don’t know.”
“Doesn’t this strike you as odd?”
“Yeah, it does.” They reached the door and Max tested the handle. “It’s locked.”
Alec glanced at the keypad then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper that Logan had jotted the code on. “Why do you think Logan’s source gave him all this information?”
Max shrugged and watched him input the password. “Logan’s not the only person who wants to do the right thing.”
The mechanised lock released with a click, and she edged the door open. The room they entered was the size of a small workshop, and filled from floor to ceiling with stacks of cardboard boxes. Alec drew a small camera out of his hat and handed it to Max, then set off to scout the area for guards.
Max moved to the first stack and punched a hole in the side of a box that was shoulder level. She withdrew her hand and peered inside at a pile of carefully packed pouches. She snapped several pictures and then pulled one pouch out to get a better look. It was filled with small pill capsules. She ripped it open and grabbed a handful, then turned when Alec rejoined her.
“There was a guard on the other side,” He gestured across the room. “But I dealt with him.”
“Here, take these.” She stuffed them into his pants pocket.
“Hey, watch where you’re poking.” He complained. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that easy.”
Max slapped the camera into his hand. “Shut up. Those are the samples Logan wanted.”
“Oh really?” Alec peered into the open box. “You just shoved a handful of unknown and very illegal drugs into my pants?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” He grinned. “Just clarifying.”
Max grabbed his hat and refastened the camera on the underside. “Let’s get out of here.”
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“Here’s your pictures.” Max sat the camera on Logan’s desk.
“And happy pills of an undetermined origin.” Alec added, and slapped a handful next to the camera. “I can run them over to Doctor Carr, if you’d like.” He met Logan’s eyes for a moment, and then quickly looked away when Max’s attention turned to him.
“I can do that.” She eyed him suspiciously. “We don’t want you to go out of your way.”
Alec shrugged and grinned at her. “You got me. This was too much for one night. I need to win some money at pool and steal some electronics.” His grin widened when he saw Logan roll his eyes.
Max completely missed the exchange. “Yeah, well, have fun.”
Alec tipped his hat to her and turned on his heels. “Will do.”
Once he was gone, Max turned back to Logan. “I’m not doing that again.”
“It didn’t go well?” He asked sincerely.
“As well as working with a complete ass can go.”
Logan chuckled. “Well, thank you Max. With these pictures and Carr’s analysis of the drugs, Eyes Only will be able to put the heat on Bandvitz.”
“Right.” Max watched him from across the room, unconsciously straightening her dress with her gloved hands. When Logan didn’t make a move or say anything more, she scooped up the pills and left.
Logan sat back in his computer chair and watched her disappear into the hall. He let out a deep sigh and rested his head on the back of the chair. Max looked so beautiful in her dress. But, Alec had looked incredible in his suit too.
With a heavy sigh he stood up and retrieved the camera. “Time to get to work.”
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When Logan retired to bed it was nearly three in the morning. His eyes were heavy, back muscles aching, and temple throbbing from staring at his computer too long. He stripped out of his shirt and jeans, and sat at the edge of his bed to remove his exoskeleton.
A light knock on the door drew his attention to Alec who stood just inside the room. He was still wearing the bright red pants, but his over coat, tie, and hat were no where in sight, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.
Logan grinned up at him. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”
Alec shrugged noncommittally and eyed Logan’s bed with mild interest. “I was hoping I earned my pay.”
Logan reached out with both hands, and Alec walked into his arms. “Thank you for working with Max on this.”
Alec crossed his arms behind Logan’s neck and smiled. “Hey, how can I pass up an opportunity to get under her skin?”
“Don’t you mean, ‘How can I say no to you’?”
Alec ignored him and instead focussed his attention on Logan’s shoulders. “You’re really tense. What did you do, sit on a rock all day?”
Logan sighed contently as Alec’s fingers worked away his stress. “You two did a great job tonight.”
“Mhm.” Alec continued to massage. “Of course we did.”
“So I guess you earned your pay.”
“Yup.”
“But, I’ll have to give you an I-owe-you, because I’m too tired for anything else.”
Alec’s fingers tightened around Logan’s upper arms and turned him until he was lying on the bed with his legs up on the mattress. “That’s no problem.” He replied, crawling up onto the bed. “Roll over for me, okay?”
Logan did as instructed and stretched out on his stomach.
Alec climbed on top of him and pulled the blankets over them, his left hand never leaving Logan’s bare back. “Just close your eyes and relax, and let me do the work.”
He complied and remained comfortably silent while Alec’s hands worked the stiffness from his back. His fingers did wonders to ease Logan’s mind, and he began to drift off.
“You’re not going to make me work with her all the time, are you?” Alec whispered close to his ear.
“Mm no...”
“You just wanted to dress us up, didn’t you?”
He chuckled into his pillow. “Maybe.”
“She was hot.”
The comment sent a ping of jealousy through Logan. He didn’t know how to respond to that.
“But I was hotter.” Alec added.
“Stay the night.” Logan murmured. “And I’ll pay you in the morning.”
Alec didn’t say anything, but his fingers continued to work, and Logan soon drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
When he woke two hours later and rolled over, he found Alec stretched out beside him, sleeping soundly. His shirt had ridden up and left his stomach bare and tempting. Logan crawled close and pressed a kiss against him.
“You’re such a romantic.” Alec murmured. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair and nudged him. Logan glanced up with a lazy grin. “You should get some more sleep. As much as I’d like you to pay up, Eyes Only needs to be at the top of his game.”
“Since when are you concerned with that?” Logan drew himself back to his pillow and rested a hand where his lips had been on Alec’s stomach.
“I just don’t want Max to get suspicious.”
“Right.” Logan traced small circles with his thumb. “I think you blew that when you volunteered to take the drugs to Doctor Carr.”
“Go back to sleep.” Alec chided. “And then you can give me a blow job.”
Logan met Alec’s hazel eyed gaze. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
Silence stretched on for several minutes. Logan let his eyes drift closed and the steady rise and fall of Alec’s chest lull him to sleep. Just on the edge of consciousness, he heard Alec whisper, “I’ll be here.”
Fandom: Dark Angel
Pairing: Logan/Alec, Max
Rating: PG (*gasp* I know!)
Summary: Max and Alec do a job for Logan.
A/N: An actual plot that feels like a PWP. Is that possible? Could be. But I just felt the urge to write it. The smut disapeared very quickly, but there is smush! R&R is always welcome!
“You’re joking.”
“No, I’m serious.”
“But when you say that, you mean you’re joking.”
“Look, Bandvitz is otherwise unapproachable, and I need proof that he’s been dealing in drugs.”
Max leaned against the glass wall in his office and stared at him, her face a picture of utter disgust. “I don’t dance.”
Logan watched her from his computer chair, and gave her the most sincere smile he could muster. “Please Max, over fifty people have died in the past ten years from using his drugs, and he’s going to get away with it.”
Max narrowed her eyes. “And there’s no other way for me to get this information?”
“Bandvitz surrounds himself with people at his club, and only lets the most prestige dancers to the second floor. My source tells me that’s where Bandvitz’s men package and deal his drugs.”
She stared long and hard. “Swing dance?”
Logan smirked. “It’ll probably only take you a day to pick up the moves.”
“That’s not the point.” Max pouted.
“But you’ll do it?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
Logan grinned up at her. “Great, I’ll let Alec know.”
“What?” Max’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious!”
“It’s the only way I can be sure you’ll get to the second floor. Two trained Manticore soldiers will blow the competition out of the water.”
“I’m not gunna dance with that jerk!” Max cried indignantly. “I’ll be fine on my own!”
“Max.”
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “There’s no way.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“No.” She insisted. “Over my dead body.”
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Two nights later Max stood beside Alec in line outside “The Jive Café”. She was glaring at everyone, but mostly her partner in crime who was annoyingly buoyant about their situation. She tugged at the hem of her red velvet cocktail dress with one hand and slapped him in the arm with the other.
“What?” He asked annoyed.
“Tell me again why you’re doing this?”
Alec ran a smoothing hand down the sleeve of his matching zoot suit. “I told you, it’s a secret. You know, as in not open or public? Private? Not revealed? Any of this blowing up your skirt?”
“God you’re such an ass.” Max growled.
“Thank you.” He replied cheekily. “Do you want to practice a few moves before we get in there?”
“I can think of a few ‘moves’ I’d like to try on you…” She trailed off when the club’s bouncer approached them.
He gestured at the door with his clipboard. “You two can go ahead.”
Alec offered Max his arm, but she pushed past him into the club. Unfazed he turned to the bouncer and shrugged. “Women.”
The crowd inside “The Jive Café” was a colourful one. There were a multitude of zoot suits and cocktail dresses, and a sea of bodies on the dance floor, twirling and dancing to an unfamiliar song.
Max pushed her way to the edge of the dance floor and glanced up at the occupied tables above it. Logan’s source said Bandvitz enjoyed watching from a reserved booth and she spotted him immediately, using her enhanced eye sight. The sooner they got this over with, the better.
Alec appeared beside her with a fake smile plastered on his face; eyes trained on their target. “Should we get this party started?”
Max eyed him suspiciously. “Where’d you get off to?”
“I made a request.” He replied and offered her his left hand. The beginning notes of Squirrel Nut Zipper’s ‘Hell’ began to play over the speakers.
Max rolled her eyes and accepted. “Touch my ass and I’ll kill you.”
They made their way to the centre of the dance floor and took up positions; Alec’s right hand at the small of her back and her gloved hand holding his left at shoulder height. The first verse commenced, and Alec took a large step forward, brushing his hips against hers; marking the beginning of the Swayze. His favourite dance.
Max resisted slightly, but not enough to go noticed by anyone other than Alec. He would most likely get slapped later for choosing one of the few swing dances that required them to continuously touch at their midriffs, but hell, if he was going to do this, he was going to enjoy it to the best of his abilities.
A quarter turn to the right, the music pounded over head, Max wrapped her legs around his and they dipped, Alec’s hands running down her thighs. He spun them clockwise, expertly supporting her weight at his fingertips and he dipped her low until her neatly curled hair ghosted across the dance floor.
As the song progressed, Alec transitioned from one dance style to the next, making them bolder and more daring. He didn’t go easy, knowing Max was fully capable of keeping up with him. She was fluid like water in every dip and spin. He brought her to his chest, supported her as she dropped to her back and then lifted her to her feet in one effortless motion. She leapt into his arms and captured his waist between her legs.
The music came to a stop and an eruption of cheers greeted them as they separated to catch their breaths. Sometime during their dance, the entire floor had cleared to give them the room required. The men and women at the reserved tables were watching as well, including Bandvitz.
Max forced a smile and leaned close to Alec. “That should grab the guy’s attention.”
“One would assume.” He replied coolly.
They vacated the dance floor as a Cherry Poppin’ Daddies song started and found themselves a seat at a small table near the bar.
Max leaned over and rubbed her left foot. “God, my feet are killing me. High heels suck!”
“Would you like a massage?” Alec waggled his eyebrows at her.
She sat up and narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you doing this?”
“So we can get to know each other better.”
“Fine, don’t be serious.” Max growled, and glanced out over the dancers. “I don’t think we got his attention.”
Alec swiped his hat off and set it rim down on the table. “What’s wrong with wanting to fight the good fight? Logan made this sound important.”
“Yeah, he did.” Max crossed her arms over her chest. “But forgive me if I don’t believe you’re doing this for selfless reasons.”
A waiter appeared beside them, with a tray and two wine glasses filled to the brim. “Mr. Bandvitz sends his compliments.” He placed the drinks on the table, along with a small card produced from his apron. “And an invitation to join him upstairs.”
Alec grinned at Max. “Well would you look at that? Honey, we’ve been invited upstairs!” The waiter retreated, and Alec held his glass high. “To Mr. Bandvitz. May his business live happily ever after.”
Max rolled her eyes but toasted anyway. “Can we just get this over with?”
“Well, if you don’t want to dance any more…”
“No, I don’t.”
He downed his drink and scooped up his hat. “Fine. But don’t be surprised if I don’t want to work with you again. You’re so boring.”
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A spiralling stairwell at the back of “Jive Café” was the only access to the second floor and it was guarded by two black suited men with earpieces. The couples invited to use the private dance room on the second floor were allowed up to an hour, before they were required to leave. If Max and Alec were to pull this off, they had to be in and out in that time.
Alec flashed the small card for the men to see, and they were allowed to continue. At the top of the stairs a dark hallway stretched out before them.
There were only two doors, one to the right of the stairs and another at the far end of the hall. The closest was open with the music from down stairs flowing out of it.
Max peered inside at two other couples inside who were dancing quite expertly. She turned back to Alec and gestured to the next door. They continued down the hall.
“Where do you think the guards are?” Alec whispered, glancing back over his shoulder.
“I don’t know.”
“Doesn’t this strike you as odd?”
“Yeah, it does.” They reached the door and Max tested the handle. “It’s locked.”
Alec glanced at the keypad then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper that Logan had jotted the code on. “Why do you think Logan’s source gave him all this information?”
Max shrugged and watched him input the password. “Logan’s not the only person who wants to do the right thing.”
The mechanised lock released with a click, and she edged the door open. The room they entered was the size of a small workshop, and filled from floor to ceiling with stacks of cardboard boxes. Alec drew a small camera out of his hat and handed it to Max, then set off to scout the area for guards.
Max moved to the first stack and punched a hole in the side of a box that was shoulder level. She withdrew her hand and peered inside at a pile of carefully packed pouches. She snapped several pictures and then pulled one pouch out to get a better look. It was filled with small pill capsules. She ripped it open and grabbed a handful, then turned when Alec rejoined her.
“There was a guard on the other side,” He gestured across the room. “But I dealt with him.”
“Here, take these.” She stuffed them into his pants pocket.
“Hey, watch where you’re poking.” He complained. “Contrary to popular belief, I’m not that easy.”
Max slapped the camera into his hand. “Shut up. Those are the samples Logan wanted.”
“Oh really?” Alec peered into the open box. “You just shoved a handful of unknown and very illegal drugs into my pants?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” He grinned. “Just clarifying.”
Max grabbed his hat and refastened the camera on the underside. “Let’s get out of here.”
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“Here’s your pictures.” Max sat the camera on Logan’s desk.
“And happy pills of an undetermined origin.” Alec added, and slapped a handful next to the camera. “I can run them over to Doctor Carr, if you’d like.” He met Logan’s eyes for a moment, and then quickly looked away when Max’s attention turned to him.
“I can do that.” She eyed him suspiciously. “We don’t want you to go out of your way.”
Alec shrugged and grinned at her. “You got me. This was too much for one night. I need to win some money at pool and steal some electronics.” His grin widened when he saw Logan roll his eyes.
Max completely missed the exchange. “Yeah, well, have fun.”
Alec tipped his hat to her and turned on his heels. “Will do.”
Once he was gone, Max turned back to Logan. “I’m not doing that again.”
“It didn’t go well?” He asked sincerely.
“As well as working with a complete ass can go.”
Logan chuckled. “Well, thank you Max. With these pictures and Carr’s analysis of the drugs, Eyes Only will be able to put the heat on Bandvitz.”
“Right.” Max watched him from across the room, unconsciously straightening her dress with her gloved hands. When Logan didn’t make a move or say anything more, she scooped up the pills and left.
Logan sat back in his computer chair and watched her disappear into the hall. He let out a deep sigh and rested his head on the back of the chair. Max looked so beautiful in her dress. But, Alec had looked incredible in his suit too.
With a heavy sigh he stood up and retrieved the camera. “Time to get to work.”
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When Logan retired to bed it was nearly three in the morning. His eyes were heavy, back muscles aching, and temple throbbing from staring at his computer too long. He stripped out of his shirt and jeans, and sat at the edge of his bed to remove his exoskeleton.
A light knock on the door drew his attention to Alec who stood just inside the room. He was still wearing the bright red pants, but his over coat, tie, and hat were no where in sight, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone.
Logan grinned up at him. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”
Alec shrugged noncommittally and eyed Logan’s bed with mild interest. “I was hoping I earned my pay.”
Logan reached out with both hands, and Alec walked into his arms. “Thank you for working with Max on this.”
Alec crossed his arms behind Logan’s neck and smiled. “Hey, how can I pass up an opportunity to get under her skin?”
“Don’t you mean, ‘How can I say no to you’?”
Alec ignored him and instead focussed his attention on Logan’s shoulders. “You’re really tense. What did you do, sit on a rock all day?”
Logan sighed contently as Alec’s fingers worked away his stress. “You two did a great job tonight.”
“Mhm.” Alec continued to massage. “Of course we did.”
“So I guess you earned your pay.”
“Yup.”
“But, I’ll have to give you an I-owe-you, because I’m too tired for anything else.”
Alec’s fingers tightened around Logan’s upper arms and turned him until he was lying on the bed with his legs up on the mattress. “That’s no problem.” He replied, crawling up onto the bed. “Roll over for me, okay?”
Logan did as instructed and stretched out on his stomach.
Alec climbed on top of him and pulled the blankets over them, his left hand never leaving Logan’s bare back. “Just close your eyes and relax, and let me do the work.”
He complied and remained comfortably silent while Alec’s hands worked the stiffness from his back. His fingers did wonders to ease Logan’s mind, and he began to drift off.
“You’re not going to make me work with her all the time, are you?” Alec whispered close to his ear.
“Mm no...”
“You just wanted to dress us up, didn’t you?”
He chuckled into his pillow. “Maybe.”
“She was hot.”
The comment sent a ping of jealousy through Logan. He didn’t know how to respond to that.
“But I was hotter.” Alec added.
“Stay the night.” Logan murmured. “And I’ll pay you in the morning.”
Alec didn’t say anything, but his fingers continued to work, and Logan soon drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
When he woke two hours later and rolled over, he found Alec stretched out beside him, sleeping soundly. His shirt had ridden up and left his stomach bare and tempting. Logan crawled close and pressed a kiss against him.
“You’re such a romantic.” Alec murmured. He ran a hand through Logan’s hair and nudged him. Logan glanced up with a lazy grin. “You should get some more sleep. As much as I’d like you to pay up, Eyes Only needs to be at the top of his game.”
“Since when are you concerned with that?” Logan drew himself back to his pillow and rested a hand where his lips had been on Alec’s stomach.
“I just don’t want Max to get suspicious.”
“Right.” Logan traced small circles with his thumb. “I think you blew that when you volunteered to take the drugs to Doctor Carr.”
“Go back to sleep.” Alec chided. “And then you can give me a blow job.”
Logan met Alec’s hazel eyed gaze. “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
Silence stretched on for several minutes. Logan let his eyes drift closed and the steady rise and fall of Alec’s chest lull him to sleep. Just on the edge of consciousness, he heard Alec whisper, “I’ll be here.”