Quaranteam Dave In Dallas Ch 08 5 Logan Pt 02

Welcome back! We're taking another look at Logan and his new family. We first saw them in ch 6.5. If you haven't read that, I would strongly recommend doing so first. Logan's story is basically a stand alone so you don't absolutely have to read the rest of Dave in Dallas first. It's good though, so you should. Also a good idea to dig in to all the other Quaranteam stories.

My thanks to all the guys in the QT writer's room for suggestions and edits. This story was originally part of the early intermission, but held back so that Corrupting Power could be the first to publish a story involving Operation Funnel Cake. In doing so, he set some parameters that required a few modifications to this story. Those are doen now, and here for your enjoyment is ...

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QT:DiD Intermission 2 - Logan, pt 2

Cast of Characters

Logan Hoskins -- 18yo HS athlete, district champion in discuss. had dreams of being a transportation engineer

Lacey Tanner -- 22yo, recent graduate of UT-Dallas in arts, prefers painting, but reasonably skilled in digital and graphic art.

Anh Nguyen -- 20yo, former personal shopper for 'a rich Karen'

Misty Hoskins -- Logan's sister, second partner of Charles Everwood, after his wife Kaitlyn.

Carrie Hoskins -- Logan's mother, came home from Dallas Vaccine Center to find her husband dead, returned to Vax Center to make a new match through Oracle.

Daryl Hoskins -- Logan's father, deceased

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For those who missed my replies to comments, the stories mentioned by Anh in part 1 are, in order,

AMA: The Boyfriend by BreaktheBar

Home for Horny Monsters by writerannabelle

Mindgames by lovelyandsad

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October 2, 2020

Logan noticed the message pop up on his phone, and grinned when he checked it. Perfect surprise for his first partner. He still needed to figure out something special to do for Anh. Anyway, today would go in the plus column.

Misty's stuff was packed up, the boxes in one corner of her room. The mattress and box spring were standing to one side, out of the way and the frame was deconstructed, with the parts in the closet. This left most of the floor space open. And he had a plan.

Logan trotted down to the porch, finding all the boxes he expected. Not all were for his surprise though.

Lacey's voice drifted over his shoulder from a short distance. "Did the Amazon deliveries come in?"

"Yup." Logan kept cool. Anh and Lacey showed up behind him. "Here, these two are the grocery stuff. Can you two take these to the kitchen, and Lacey, put stuff away? I'd like Anh to help me cart the rest upstairs."

"K" both ladies said.

Logan shooed Anh out of the room once they'd gotten the boxes in place. Then he started unboxing. The one part needed some assembly, but not too much. He hoped this would work out. Misty's room had the best view in the house. Two nice large windows and not an overage of built-up space.

He laid out the other materials in a somewhat logical fashion on Misty's old desk. It surely wouldn't be how Lacey would want them, but organized well so she could easily see what she had and go from there. He'd just finished when he heard approaching footsteps. Logan raced to the door, just in time to block it from opening too far.

It was Anh.

"Hey. Lacey made tomato soup and grilled cheese. Hungry?" Her curious eyes made it clear she had more on her mind, but Logan just grinned, slipped into the hallway with her, and shut the door behind him. "Okay sly guy, what's going on?"

"You'll see. After lunch."

She gave him a little side eye before leading the way to the kitchen.

The trio were seated, eating a comforting, warm lunch when Lacey broke the companionable silence.

"Okay, so what's going on up there? Are you doing something up in Misty's old room?"

"He wouldn't tell me." Anh pouted playfully.

"I just finished getting it ready. I'll show you when lunch is over."

Lacey gave him an amused scowl. "Our man is up to something."

Logan gave them a grin and an air kiss to each lady. They rolled their eyes and laughed. As Logan finished his second sandwich, he started gathering saucers and bowls and taking them to the sink. When he started to wash them, Lacey protested.

"But Lace, you made lunch, so it's up to us to clean, and I think it's my turn."

"But I wanna see now." She stomped her foot playfully. Anh rolled her eyes and Logan laughed.

"Just wait a few minutes." Logan kissed the tip of her tongue when she stuck it out, extending the bratty approach. That made her giggle. It didn't take him long to wrap up the few dishes, then he took her hand and led her upstairs.

"Cover your eyes."

"What?"

"Close your eyes and place your hands over them." Lacey huffed, then complied. Logan opened the door, then carefully led her inside. Placing her in the center of the room, he turned her to face the recently arrived gifts.

"Okay, you can open them now."

Lacey dropped her hands and opened her eyes. She took a step forward, a goofy smile spreading across her face. Arrayed on the desk were three rainbows, one each of acrylic, oil, and watercolors. Three fresh, new palettes lay beside them, one for each medium. A collection of brushes, several sizes of which there were multiple, lay there as well. A few mason jars and a small jug of linseed oil rounded out the desk contents. Leaning against the desk were a collection of canvases in three sizes. Off to the side stood an easel, placed so a painter could easily look from the canvas to the window.

Lacey turned to Logan, closing the small distance to him and planted an intense kiss on his lips as she pressed her body against him, shoulders to ankles. She broke the kiss and pulled back with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Sinking to her knees, she put her hands to work unbuckling Logan's belt before dropping his cargo shorts and boxers to his ankles. With her face barely an inch from his manhood, she breathed deeply. Lacey nuzzled in, kissing and suckling his balls and his growing shaft. Her oral ministrations paused only long enough to whip her shirt over her head, then her fingers went to work removing her bra.

Eyes locked on her lover, Lacey engulfed his mostly rigid member, taking him completely into her mouth. Grinning and moaning, she brought him to full rigidity.

Logan's breathing deepened and accelerated. Lacey's crystal blue eyes smiling up at him as she speared her face on his cock drove him to the edge faster than he expected. Her enthusiasm and skill paid off as he burst forth in her mouth.

Lacey's eyes rolled back as she shuddered, barely able to swallow her reward. She fell back, her ass landing on her heels. After a moment, she looked back up at him.

"That's never gonna get old." Lacey chuckled. Logan joined in.

"Thank you. This," she swept her hand, indicating the art supplies and the view, "is a thoughtful gift." She grabbed her discarded garments and stood. Before dressing, she took a moment to kiss Logan on the cheek, rubbing her breasts against him. Logan had already established he was not a fan of kissing after oral, especially after one that went to completion. Lacey winked at him one more time and walked away, humming as she examined the paints and brushes in detail. Logan slipped out quietly.

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October 5, 2020

Logan carefully, slowly turned the doorknob for Lacey's painting studio. He eased the door open and slipped inside while carefully returning the knob to the untwisted state. Equally carefully, he closed the door behind him, while rotating the handle again.

He watched, raptly, as she layered a medium green tone in the foreground of the canvas. Over the past two days, she'd clearly built the image of a mountain in the background and founded a foreground grassy area with a dark green, which she was now modifying. No such view was available out these windows, so she was painting from memory or imagination.

The late afternoon light fell towards him from the windows, but did not reach his spot on the wall. No glare interfered with him watching Lacey's slow, diligent creation.

The doorbell, however, did. Logan froze for a moment. Getting out in time without getting caught could be problematic. His hand moved to the doorknob.

"You better go answer that babe."

He chuckled. "You knew?"

"There's a change in the sound level with the door open. I didn't mind for this project, and it helps for us to see each other doing our thing. Now scoot."

Logan slipped out quickly and made it to the door as Anh handed back the clipboard through the door gap. She stepped back and ushered someone in.

'Someone' was a stunning brunette distinctly taller than Anh, but well short of Logan's height. Her medium brown hair was loose, some running down her back, while the rest draped down her front, reaching to the swell of her appreciable breasts. Surely at least a B cup on her ... 34 inch? torso. She was fit, not skinny, looking like she could handle a long hike at a moment's notice. Her face was lovely, balanced between tanned and pale. But the expression she bore ... weary, darkened with turmoil. And yet she smiled. Or a reasonable facsimile of one. Her brown eyes were lovely. Like a chocolate ocean that looked calm and inviting, but who knew what swam beneath those waves. She was about to speak to Anh when she noticed Logan at a short remove. She strode to him.

"Hi, I'm Felicity Nelson. I'm your new partner." Grasping his thick arms with her hands she pulled herself to him and kissed deeply. She broke the kiss. "You ready to do this?"

"Uh, sure. I mean, usually we wait a bit, you know talk, get to know each other first."

"Not chicken are ya?"

Anh stiffened at the characterization, but Logan spoke before she could light into the new woman.

"Just being considerate. This thing is permanent. More so than people have gotten used to in our culture."

"I'm 32, not a little girl, I know what I'm getting into. So, how 'bout it?"

Shaking off his own uncertainty and Anh's unspoken questions, Logan took Felicity's hand and led her to the master bedroom.

"Nice. This whole place is yours? No offense, but how did a recent high school grad get up the scratch for his own home?"

Logan's face darkened. "It belonged to my parents. Dad died and Mom was sent to partner with someone else. She's signing the house over to me, but the paperwork is hung up in bureaucracy and death." Logan paused for a cooling breath. "You're pretty enough, that's for sure, but what's with the brusque attitude?"

"I'm just ready to begin the process. I know what's going on, and I picked you." She unbuttoned her blue plaid button down, pulling the tails out of her tight-fitting jeans as she went. Beneath the shirt, a black lace balconette bra held her supple and inviting mounds. She stripped off her jeans next, tossing them aside as she walked to him.

Felicity pressed her body against Logan and subtly rubbed herself on him. "I'm not too old for you, am I?" she said, with a pouty face, lips pursed.

Logan shook his head and quickly dropped his cargo shorts and boxers, then whipped off his shirt. Felicity grinned and slipped her hand down to his shaft. She gave it a light squeeze before slowly stroking it while kissing him. Felicity slipped her tongue in his mouth. Logan groaned as he felt his erection rise, knowing he must have leaked something onto her hand by now.

In confirmation, Felicity broke the kiss and leaned back from their contact. She brought her hand up and licked Logan's precum off of it. Immediately, her eyes rolled back, her body started shaking and she let out a long guttural groan. Logan caught her, holding her up as the priming orgasm rebounded through her body.

She steadied herself against him for a bit after the shaking subsided. When her head came up, she was grinning wildly. "Well, I'm yours forever now." She tossed her bra aside and sauntered to the bed, kicking off her panties as she went. She crawled up on the bed like a cat, swaying her ass and looking back over her shoulder at him as she said, "Come on, Tiger, come and get it."

Logan joined her on the bed, taking her hips in his hands. He planted light kisses and nibbles on her ass cheeks, working his way towards her essence. Burying his face between her thighs, he drug his tongue from her clit to her opening in one long, firm stroke, ending with his tongue delving into her sopping wet passage.

"OH FUCK YES. God that's good, but I need you to plow me and mark me Logan."

Logan pulled back, suckling on her labia as he withdrew his tongue. Then he lined up his engorged cock and slid into Felicity's waiting depths. She was so wet that just the slightest pressure took him balls deep in one motion. Felicity matched his thrusts and gripped him with her inner muscles, adding a massaging motion to the feel of her sheath encompassing his organ. Even with all the practice that he'd had lately, it didn't take long for him to reach his peak and cascade over it.

Felicity spasmed, a rushing sound came from her like all the air was squeezed out of her lungs. She collapsed to the bed, muttering 'imprinting' just as Lacey and Anh had.

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October 7, 2020

Felicity sat on the couch watching a recorded tennis match when Lacey and Anh came down. The smells of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast wafting in from the kitchen told them where Logan was.

"Oooo, girl are you tryin' to start a fight with that?" Lacey pointed to Felicity's long tshirt as she spoke. Maroon, with the ATM logo.

"What?"

"Logan was all set up for a full ride to UT before all this hit. He's not a fan of A&M."

Felicity shrugged. "He saw me wearin' it when he came down."

Anh and Lacey shared a look and shrugged. Each took a seat. Anh on the other end of the couch from Felicity, Lacey in a nearby chair.

"So, Felicity, what do you do?" Anh asked amiably.

A long, slow inhale, followed by a louder, emphatic exhale. "I'm a bartender. Not a lot of work in that at the moment. Since I have seniority, I still have a job though. I like tennis and cycling. More watching than doing. It sucks they canceled the Tour de France this year. I mean, I know why, obviously. They had to, but I wait for that the way some folks wait for the Super Bowl. Some years I've volunteered to take the Super Bowl shift so somebody else can go to a party. Makes great tips, but I still have to put up with the football idiocy. Which is why some years I don't volunteer."

"You know Logan is a rabid football fan, right?"

"It's Texas, he's male, probability heavily suggests it. Football outranks Baptist as the dominant religion in the state."

Anh and Lacey giggled at the comment. She was not wrong.

"Hell, I'm not as big a fan as him, but I follow a few favorite teams." Lacey replied.

"Not surprising. Again, Texas." Felicity looked Lacey up and down. "I'm not trying to be rude, but were you on the trophy wife track? Find a successful sports guy and pop out babies?"

Anh gasped quietly and went still as a mouse that just realized there was a cat in the room, between it and its hidey hole.

Lacey's eyes narrowed. "I'm an artist. I've made some concessions to financial reality that I can do commercial work, but painting is my primary focus. That said, while I may work for money, I don't 'work it' for money. I chose Logan because we were a high percent match and his bio suggested he's a reliable and fun guy. He's shown himself to be exactly that. He's also very easy going, so I'm wondering how a hard-bitten bitch got paired to him."

"Life's a bitch." Felicity shot back. "Most people, aren't much different. Maybe you're here to fall in love and make puppy dog eyes. I'm just here to stay alive and help him stay alive too. I'm not here to pick fights --" Lacey snorted in response, "--but I'm not dumb enough to think this will turn into love or some other bullshit. They'll probably want us to make babies too. I've got no problem with that either. Maybe not a conveyor belt, but at least a few. Hell, with the liberals in charge, we'll probably get government money for babies. Until they print so much money you need a wheelbarrow to buy bread anyway."

Lacey stepped in when Felicity paused for a breath. "How the hell did you get matched to Logan? He's no Pollyanna, but damn, he ain't a walking raincloud like you either."

Felicity gave her the standard customer service grin. "I picked Logan because he was the lowest percent match on my list. I don't trust computer match ups, I don't believe in love." She calmed herself when she noticed Anh's appalled face. "I don't plan on sleeping in the same bed with all of you. I'll get my jollies and give him some. I'll have babies, and play nice in the house," she rolled her eyes at Lacey's glare, "okay,

from now on

, but don't expect me to get cutesy."

Anh, still looking uncomfortable, spoke up. "Are you, um, are you a lesbian? I mean, I know this stuff doesn't work for same sex couples, so is that it? You don't like guys and are just putting up with Logan to stay safe?"

"Nope. Played around with girls once. I could do it again if someone wants to get frisky." Anh blushed at the assertion. "I'm just not interested in any emotional entanglements. I'll fuck as much as needed, or when I get itchy, but keep the fake googly eye stuff out of it."

"That was information I needed to know yesterday." Logan's low baritone rumbled. He'd slipped in late in the conversation. The ladies hadn't been loud, but the heat of the discussion carried clearly. Anh jumped slightly in her spot on the couch, startled by the sudden notice of his arrival in the midst of the tense situation. "Interesting that you only reveal this

after

we're all stuck with each other."

Felicity didn't flinch. "Like I said, I'll play nice. I'll sleep in a different room and be cordial when I'm not in there. Just don't expect me to fall in love."

Logan gazed at her, stony, barely blinking. "Well, we're stuck now. There's no way to undo what's been done without killing one of us." He paused again, his lips pressed tightly. "Your decisions have an effect on the rest of us. In the future, we all need to be aware of your intent

before

you take action."

Felicity nodded.

"Look, I'm pretty old school in general, but not

that

old school. Ya'll are going to have good ideas just as often as me. I want to hear what you have to say. Hell, you're all older than me too." He paused to swallow. "So yeah, give me your input when we need to make a decision. Just don't go making a decision all on your own."

"Well look at you, crackin' the whip. Getting your collection of women in line and laying down the law."

Logan started to protest, but then he noticed the humorous gleam in Felicity's eyes. He decided to play it right back. "Is that what you like?" He stepped up to the couch back, lowering his mouth to her ear while lowering his voice. "Should I tie you to a wall and lash your ass? Maybe your belly too? Oh, would you like that lash to hit your sensitive boobs?" Felicity's breathing picked up as he spoke. She wasn't the only one.

"Damn, kid, I'm not into that, but right now, I might give it a try. That was hot."

Anh just blushed. Then Lacey spoke.

"I couldn't hear your words, just your tone, and ... let's go upstairs." She grabbed Logan's hand and raced to the bedroom. Felicity's laughter followed them.

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October 12, 2020

In a measure of familial bonding, all four members of the Hoskins household sat about the living room watching a recording of the 2019 Tour de France. The plan was to watch several day's coverage today, then some recorded football games chosen by Logan and Lacey tomorrow or Wednesday, then finish the Tour de France coverage by Friday.