(Let's just pretend that they're on a hockey team in LA)
James's body crashed against the side of the rink. He watched Carlos then Kendall skate past him, and followed their lead to go try to steal the puck from a player on the other team. He could barely move, but he had to try. This was an important game.
But he couldn't help. He was in too much pain. And the next thing he knew, the referee was announcing, "The Jaguars beat the Black Bears 6-4!"
He sighed and went to change. People were booing throughout the locker room, complaining that they should've won.
Kendall came up behind him saying, "If Logan were here we would've won."
"Stupid Hollywood doctor had to make him work!" Carlos added, "We were so close!"
"Maybe I should go tell him that we lost," James said sadly, pulling on his jeans, "Before he gets too excited."
"Okay," the other boys agreed, Kendall adding, "Good luck!"
James listened to his iPod on the way there. The song he was listening to, "Teardrops on My Guitar" by Taylor Swift, reminded him of Logan, because he loved Logan, but Logan was with Camille. He sighed, walking into the doctors' office.
"Hey, Logan, bad news," he said when he got to the room the smart boy was in.
"Great, just what I need, more bad news," Logan complained sarcastically.
"What do you mean?" James asked, concerned.
"Camille broke up with me," he explained calmly.
"Oh," James said, "We, uh, lost the game*."
"Oh," Logan responded sadly," I-I guess it's my fault, for not being there."
James started to disagree but was interrupted by a pain in his calf. He hissed and grabbed it.
"Are you alright?" Logan worried, rushing to get James on the bed, "What happened? How does it hurt?"
"It's just a cramp," James assured him with a strained voice, "I got hurt during the game; slammed against the wall."
"Here, let me help you relax the muscle," Logan offered, pulling up the leg of James's pants and gently rubbing circles into the side of his skin.
James winced slightly but relaxed as the pain went away and the massaging started to feel calming and the muscle relaxed.
"C-Can you do that to the other one?" James asked, trying not to beg. He needed the pain relieved.
"Sure," Logan agreed cheerfully, moving to James's other leg.
"So, you don't seem too upset," James observed while Logan relaxed his muscle.
"Well, we still have a shot at the big game," he countered, "I promise I'll play next week, and we'll beat the Dragons by millions of points!"
"Yeah," James agreed, lightening up, "But about Camille, too. I thought you really liked her!"
"Well, we're still friends," Logan explained, "Camille told me that she realized that she really only wanted to be friends; and to tell you the truth, I wasn't so sure I ever wanted to be more either."
James nodded, understanding, but he couldn't help feeling like there was falseness in his friend's voice, as if he were hiding something. But what in the world would he have to hide?
He shook this thought from his head when Logan asked, "Do you want me to massage your back, too? There's nothing like a good massage to relieve tension after a game!"
"Yeah," James said, smiling, "I'd like that."
"Okay, can you just take off your shirt then?"
"Sure." James peeled off his white t-shirt and dropped it on the floor beside him.
Logan tried not to let his eyes wander down his friend's great abs and flawless chest... He shook his head. He had a massage to give.
His hands worked magic on James's back, causing him to moan occasionally in relaxing pleasure. This was too much for Logan. After a minute, James seemed to be almost poking fun towards Logan, moaning obscenely and breathing unsteadily.
"You okay?" he asked James, half-sarcastically.
"Uh-uh yeah," James said nervously, "It just um, feels really good."
"It sound like you're enjoying it a little too much," Logan joked, chuckling lightly.
"What do you, uh, mean?" James asked, concerned.
"You're uh, moaning kinda loudly, and uh, breathing unsteadily, almost like..." he started.
"Almost like what?" James teased, knowing exactly what Logan meant.
"Nothing," Logan said, chuckling nervously.
"Uh-uh, like you were like- uh, you know, uh..."
"What Logan?" James teased, "Like I were what?"
"Like, uh, having uh, like, you know, or something..." Logan said nervously, not wanting to say the embarrassing word.
"Having what or something?"
"...sex," the smaller boy whispered, cheeks reddening. James chuckled.
"Mmm, did you like my moaning?" James teased in a sexy tone, "Did it make you wish I was having 'you know' with you?" He then proceeded to continue moaning exaggeratedly, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
"Stop it," Logan said, giggling and giving his friend a playful shove, forgetting about James's back pain.
"Oww," he called out in pain.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Logan asked, worried.
"Ow, ow, ow," James continued.
"Does it really hurt that much?" the smart boy questioned, surprised at how badly he could have hurt James.
"Yes! Shit, when'd you learn to hurt someone like that? Ow, ow, help me!"
Logan, feeling pressured, went by his first instinct, and leaned in, pressing his lips to James's in attempt to shut him up and be able to think. James's body seemed to relax instantly, though, causing him to moan before pulling away from Logan. He smiled.
"What was that for?"
"I, uh, I, was trying to, uh, shut you up," he explained, "I needed to think."
"Oh," James said, "Well, the kiss did help me relax. So, thanks."
"Anytime," Logan responded, before realizing that by that, James might think he was flirting, and know he loved him and make fun of him and reject him and... His thoughts were cut off by James's sweet lips against his own once again.
When they pulled away, James remarked, "I see the moaning had an effect on you, Logan. Maybe it was the kissing, too. But you're definitely, uh.."
Logan looked down, and bluhsed in embarrassment when he realized that he was hard.
"I'm what?" Logan asked, taking his turn to tease.
"You know.." James said.
"Do I know?" Logan teased, faking confusion, "What do you believe I know?"
"That you're," James giggled, "You're hard."
"Oh, am I?" Logan asked, pretending to be surprised, "I am! Are you?"
James looked down. As a matter of fact, he was slowly growing a bulge. And Logan noticed.
"Perhaps there's one more thing I need to massage?" Logan suggested, planting his hand onto the pretty boy's erection, palming it through his jeans.
James moaned, thrusting into Logan's touch. He reached for the hem of his friend's shirt, slowly pulling it up over his head. Logan attacked James's neck while unbuttoning and pulling down his jeans. He planted kisses down his chest and stomach, until reaching his boxers. He passionately mouthed the pretty boy's cock through the fabric, making James go crazy, moaning and thrusting, eager for more.
"Easy there big boy," Logan said softly.
"Want more," James whined.
The smaller boy slowly tugged his lover's boxers down his legs, then tossed them on top of his shirt and jeans. He let his mouth linger over James's manhood for a moment, his hot breath making the taller boy need more. He slowly licked a line up from the base to the tip, slowly engulfing the head when he got to it. He swirled his tongue over the tip before taking more into his mouth.
James moaned, this feeling better than anything he had done before. James was less innocent than Logan; he had hooked up with a couple girls in the past. But this was so much better. The other times didn't even compare. Almost on the edge, he pulled Logan off of him.
"W-what..?" Logan started.
"Wanna fuck you," James panted, pulling the smaller boy's jeans down. He put a finger to Logan's mouth, which was quickly lubricated. He brought it to his entrance, pushing in quickly. He hoped he wasn't hurting Logan, but he needed to be inside of him. Deeming the smarter boy was ready for it, he brought another finger to Logan's entrance, but was interrupted.
"No," Logan whispered, " 'M ready. Need you, now!" He got on his hands and knees on the bed, causing James to drool a little bit at the sight of his perfect ass. He climbed up onto the bed and positioned him behind his friend. Logan gasped as he pushed in slowly, filling him perfectly. It only took a few second before he panted," Move!" and James pulled out and pushed back in. He kept a steady pace for a minute before Logan called out for more once again.
James pulled out slowly but slammed back into the smaller boy, causing him to moan and beg for him to go faster. James thrust as fast as he could, but still ended up picking up more speed. He knew he had hit Logan's prostate when he shivered, crying out loudly in pleasure. James made sure to hit that spot repeatedly, angling his hips to get a better aim at it. He sensed that Logan was about to come, and he grabbed his dick, jacking it in time to his speedy thrusts.
It didn't take long for Logan to tumble over the edge, spilling cum all over James's hand, his own stomach, and the sheets on the bed. Felling the smaller boy tighten around him, James's thrusts slowed down and he spilled his seed deep inside his lover.
"Mmmm," they both agreed, curling into each other. They both knew they were all the other ever needed.
Hope you liked it! Would you rather Carlos or Logan be dominant in the last one? Please review!