Author Note:
Hi! I wanted to take this brief opportunity to say thank you for all the comments on Crushed. It really does spur me on! But there was one constructive critiscism that came up multiple times that I want to address...Logan.
I want to explain that Logan is secretly the true main character of the story for me. He is a growing character who starts as a horrible person and slowly we discover why. Perhaps I went a little hard into his nasty side at the beginning, but I hope that those who said they couldn't finish the story can at least understand what I was doing! And I apologise if it upset you. I have adapted the story thanks to the criticism, however the bones of why Logan did what he did were always going to be revealed in this second part! I hope those that enjoyed the story and his character, continue to enjoy this Part 2!
Thank you, Daisy x
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Crushed Part 2
Alex lay for a long time that morning gazing at Logan. He had woken earlier than normal, perhaps his body being aware of someone else in his bed for the first time in his life. The bed was narrow, and Logan was not petite in stature, leaving him little room. But he didn't mind in the slightest. Logan's leg was thrown over him above the covers, one arm across his bare chest. They were warm and heavy and so incredibly comforting to wake up to.
Logan's face was inches away, his eyes closed, mouth open as he slept. His perfectly windswept hair was bedraggled and tangled, but still managed to look ready for a night out. Alex just stared, taking in every feature of his face. Reminding himself again and again that this was real.
His breath tickled his skin, he relished the feeling. What would people say if they saw this? He found he didn't care. He felt lost in time, watching the strip of sunlight creep gradually up the bed, until it fell across Logan's sharp jaw line, his lips, the bridge of his nose, his closed eyelids.
Logan's eyebrows drew together and his eyes opened, instantly wincing from the sun and moving his head slightly to avoid the light. He blinked slowly, his eyes unfocused, then he saw Alex. The look in his eyes could have melted Alex right then and there. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but it made him feel giddy and tense, warm and cold all at the same time. Logan's lips lifted into a sleepy smile.
"Morning," he mumbled, the arm and leg that were over him tightened as he pulled himself close, nuzzling his face into Alex's neck. His eyes closed again, but the smile remained as he cuddled into him.
"Morning," Alex replied, breathing out raggedly as he felt Logan's lips tickle his neck. The light kisses brought goosebumps to his arms.
"You smell nice," Logan commented, still in a sleepy voice and Alex laughed.
"You do too," he said.
"I've missed your laugh," Logan said and Alex laughed harder still.
"Are you drunk?" He asked.
"On you? You bet," he mumbled into his neck.
"That's a crappy line."
"Mmmhmm," he smiled, kissing his neck again, pulling himself tighter against Alex's body. The places where their skin touched seemed to give Alex an electric shock of excitement and adrenaline. He felt a hard lump against his leg and knew Logan was hard.
They lost some time after that. Alex had expected his body to hurt after the previous night's activities, but he was mistaken and definitely ready for round two. When Logan pushed into him this time it was less painful, or perhaps because he knew what to expect. He moaned, and Logan stifled it with a rough kiss. His hand slipped into his hair and grabbed it, he gasped and Logan only took the opportunity to kiss harder, his tongue slipping against Alex's. He fucked him deep and slow. It was incredible. The feeling of being filled up by Logan, his skin, smell and weight all around him, it was addictive. The more he got the hungrier for him he felt. The monstrous need for him in his gut was frightening in it's power.
He came hard, and soon after so did Logan. He'd started the day worse.
Logan left the room to shower and Alex stretched out lazily in the bed, enjoying the smell of Logan and sex on his bedsheets, the sound of the shower and slightly out of tune singing through the open door. He felt happy. For the first time in a very very long time.
When Logan returned Alex felt his chest tighten at the sight of him. At the undeniable truth of his presence. His hair was wet, water dripping onto his shoulders and trickling down his smooth chest, a towel was wrapped low around hips, his subtle but clearly visible abs and pelvis made Alex's mouth water.
Logan grinned, "come dry me off," he said. Alex didn't need to be told twice. He took the extra towel that Logan held out and gently rubbed the water droplets from Logan's chest. Logan wrapped his damp arms around him and held him tightly.
"You're wet," Alex protested as his hair dripped onto his cheek. Logan chuckled and let go, and sat on the bed, rubbing the towel on his hair.
Alex took his turn in the shower. When he returned to the bedroom Logan was half dressed and was in the middle of spreading an array of objects on the bed.
"What's all this?" Alex frowned looking at the strange items.
"My purchases,". Logan grinned. "And," he reached behind him and held out a familiar book.
"My journal," Alex whispered, reaching for it, feeling it's familiar old creased cover.
"It didn't feel right keeping it. I shouldn't of held it over you like that. No photos, I swear."
Alex felt relief and grateful that Logan really was trying to change. He bent down to kiss Logan where he sat on the bed. His hair was still damp against his fingers, his skin smelt clean and warm.
When he pulled away his eyes wandered to the objects Logan had placed on the bed.
Logan wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his head against his midriff.
"Take a look, any you recognise?"
Alex looked nervously across the items.
"Umm... handcuffs. And a blind fold.. and is that.." he pointed at a black plastic item shaped a bit like an egg. "Does that go..."
"In your ass?" Logan finished and Alex felt his face go pink as Logan looked up at his face, his fingers trailing patterns on the small of his back. "Yes, it's a butt plug, so is this one, just a bit smaller. Then a few different gags and a dildo. All reasonably tame, for now."
Logan grinned mischievously. Alex's mouth felt dry, but he couldn't deny the rush of excitement in his belly at the idea of trying some of these things. It was like a whole new world of possibilities. The teasing fingertips only increasing the feeling. He shivered delightfully.
"I want you to put this in today," Logan said holding the smaller of the butt plugs. It was dark purple and was more pointed than the other plug. "Will you do that for me?"
