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shreyamistry · 6 years ago

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Hi! Do you mind doing #38 on the reader swoon list for Logan x Colt? Thanks!

Pairing: Colt x Logan

Prompt: “Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.”

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is part 2 of the other Colt x Logan fic! I hope you like! You don’t necessarily need to read part 1 to understand, but it wouldn’t hurt to read both lol. It’s a little suggestive towards the end, so if that’s not your thing! Masterlist in bio! Requests are closed, check bio to see when they reopen! A speical thank you to @choicesart for helping me with the plot, it’s suggestive because of him lmao. thank you chros!! love you!!

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it!

The few weeks from when Logan nearly admitted his feelings, they’ve come a long way. Colt still remembers the burning feeling of Logan’s hand on his waist as they both leaned into that kiss, and even though they’ve since hooked up once, it wasn’t the same. He fantasized about that moment since it happened, what would happen if they were more than just whatever they were now. His hands yearned to touch Logan explore him in ways they’ve yet to do, be more than a rebound from Ellie, be something more.

Colt lies on the couch, his head resting in Logan’s lap his feet hanging over the edge of the couch shaking them to a beat in his head. The TV blares with flashing colors and music reflecting off of the boys in the dim darkness of Logan’s apartment. Logan’s hand absently strokes Colt’s hair, his fingers lazily brushing through the strands of hair his eyes focused on the TV before him.

Colt felt secure for the first time in the longest time or as secure as it gets with Logan, holding Logan’s other hand in his own, letting his fingers brush over Logan’s. Colt using two fingers to turn the silver band ring on Logan’s hand that he got years ago as a gift from a relative. Colt presses a kiss to the ring on his finger, before cocking his head to the side to get a better look at Logan. A soft smile pulling subconsciously at his lips, he never smiled more than when he was with him.

“What are you staring at?” Logan asks, glancing down at the man sprawled in his lap.

Colt rolls his eyes, “You dumbass.” Despite his confidence in his reply, his cheeks tinge with a scarlet coloring. He runs his hand over the fabric of his t-shirt staring happily at Logan, his lips in a neutral line to oppose his beating heart.

“Like what you see?” Logan grins, leaning forward to be able to look at him better, his face closer to the other driver’s, his hand falling from Colt’s hair to Colt’s cheeks, brushing his thumb back and forth against his silk-like skin. His thumb brushing the edge of Colt’s lip with a heavy desire hidden behind them.

“And what if I do?” Colt teased, “But…. there’s also not much to look at.”

“Are you calling me ugly?” Logan laughs.

“Well…” Colt grins trailing off, getting a playful shove from Logan who falls back on the couch leaning his head back as he stretches his hands above his head. Colt missing the feeling of Logan’s hand in his own already, the warmth of his skin on his own. Colt’s teeth dig into his lower lip considering the guy in front of him.

A silence falls over the pair, Colt turning his attention away from Logan who watches the movie with a smile on his lips laughing at certain parts. Colt checks the time on his phone, reading the two am number with a frown before tucking it back into his pocket. He never wanted his time with Logan to end, they spent nearly all day together every day and it was never enough to satisfy him, perhaps it was the fake platonic comfort they took in one another. The sexual tension would be even worse had they not drunkenly hooked up.

After a lingering silence Colt looks back to Logan, “Pop looked excited about the new car yesterday.”

“Are you making small talk with me?” Logan laughs.

“We haven’t really…you know.” Colt shrugs, forcing his eyes closed so he didn’t have to see the look on Logan’s face when he finally brought it up. He squeezed his own hand tightly, taking a steady breath. “What happened last week. I feel like there’s a wall between us.”

“Oh.” The word rolls off Logan’s tongue, Colt couldn’t quite place what he meant by his tone, his eyes falling open to steal a glance at Logan, who’s lips curl into a thoughtful frown? Smile? He couldn’t place. His heart sped up in his chest watching Logan’s face, so unreadable yet so understanding.

Colt’s unsettling feeling grew heavier in his chest, the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he was just a hookup seemed to constantly be winning the battle between him and his crush. Crush felt so juvenile in his head, but it was true enough. He wanted to kiss Logan, go on dates, be with him. That felt even more trivial and juvenile to him to admit it in his head, what did it matter though? It seemed like Logan didn’t feel the same way.

“Well, forget I said it then.” Colt sighed, pushing himself off of Logan’s lap to sit opposite of him on the couch, his fingers picking at the ends of the couch as they fall into silence. The thick fog of comfortability filled the space between them as Colt tucks his legs beneath him staring at the movie playing on the TV moving on from their singing sequence. His fingers brush over his maroon jeans.

Logan steals a few glances at Colt every once in a while, his eyes lingering on his crestfallen face, his hands resting lazily in his lap. What should he say? He thinks to himself, he hasn’t been completely sure what was happening between him and Colt; after everything with Ellie, he still felt fragile. His mind buzzed hazily remembering the night they shared a while back and never spoke about since then, the fear in his chest waking up to see Colt in his bed a hickey on the back of his shoulder blade.

Logan grabs his drink off of the table taking a long drink before turning back to Colt, “I don’t want you to think you’re just a rebound.” And he meant it if anything was to come from their relationship, he knew that whatever that night was it meant something more than just a hook-up, a drunken fling neither of them remembers all too well. “You…mean more to me than that.”

Colt nods, “Okay.” He wasn’t even sure what he meant by okay, he couldn’t pinpoint his feelings in this moment. Relationships weren’t easy, he knew that, but even more, he knew this relationship would be harder. He and Logan have a history and he’s seen his fair share of Logan’s track record with exes, it wasn’t promising. He wondered if Ellie was a rebound…

“Okay?” Logan asks, scooting closer to him. He reaches out taking Colt’s hand into his own, his fingers brushing over Colt’s skin in a comforting manner.

“I mean… what does it matter? There’s never going to be an us.” Colt shrugged, maybe that was a low blow, but Logan couldn’t deny that he didn’t do anything to help those insecurities between them.

“What?” Logan’s face dropping at his words, his hands folding into a pile on his lap, still holding Colt’s hand brushing his fingers over his sin in thought. The warmth behind this touch no longer lingering there as he watches the demeanor of Colt switch in an instance.

“What?” Colt asks a confusion written on his face. “It’s cool, Logan. It was fun while it lasted.”

It wasn’t cool, Colt said to himself his head feeling dizzy with an angriness that he’s conditioned himself to use over the lingering sadness in his chest over losing the chance to finally being able to move on with his life with someone he liked or wanted to do it with. Logan shallows heavily as letting go of Colt’s hand a sad smile on his lips, trying his best to look as reassuring as possible, he gives Colt’s knee a comforting squeeze before scooting away from him, his back pressed against the armrest of the couch watching Colt for a few minutes.

“Do you not-?”

“I don’t know.” Colt whispers so quietly he’s not even sure Logan could hear him. His body squirms subconsciously as Logan continues to stare at him, with a quick motion he pushes himself up from the couch looking at Logan who’s brows furrow with confusion. “I should go.”

“Colt wait! I’m sorry.” Logan grabs his hand pulling him firmly against him, his other hand falling on his lower back his breath on Colt’s lips as he leans in barely there for a kiss, his sense screaming at him to stop but he couldn’t. “Can I kiss you?”

Colt nods softly. Logan’s lips press firmly against Colt’s own, savoring the taste and feeling of Colt against him, pushing firmly against him as he tilts his head to the side, his tongue gliding freely over Colt’s lip, earning a shiver from him as his hands cling to the front of Logan’s shirt falling into the moment. Lips syncing with one another, before Logan pulls Colt onto his lap sitting down on the couch, his hands-on Colt’s thighs, breaking their kiss momentarily.

“Logan…” Colt whispers, “I… Please. Please don’t love me the way you loved your exes.” Logan’s breath catches in his thought at the terror in Colt’s voice, his voice so small, shallow, and quiet as he looks into Logan’s eyes. “I can’t do this otherwise.”

“Colt,” Logan whispers against his lips, nuzzling against him delicately. “I won’t hurt you like I hurt Ellie. You’re special to me, you’re everything I want and need.” He feels small suddenly, it took him a while to see how he ruined him and Ellie, their relationship fell apart faster than any relationship he’s ever been in. How much of it was really his fault hurt his chest and he knew he’d have to prove himself to Logan, no matter how hard it would be.

“You say that now,” Colt laughs breathless and humorless, his hands shaking as they find Logan’s, “I want to believe you.”

“Trust me.” Logan whispers, his lips pressing against Logan’s jaw, kissing up towards the center of his jaw, his fingers flowing over Colt’s shoulders, kneading his skin under his gentle touch. The other man’s muscles flex under his touch, his hands falling under the sleeves of Colt’s grey t-shirt. “Give me a chance. I care deeply for you and I know I’m hesitant to admit it, but… fuck every time I’m with you my head spins and I feel on top of the world. I want to feel this way forever.”

“Okay.” Colt whispers, resting his hands-on Logan’s shoulder, the cover of his fingers brushing over the skin of Logan’s neck, the lingering reminder of bruised skin on Logan’s face. He swallows deeply in his chest before leaning in pressing a gentle kiss to the space underneath his eye, a fading purple bruise under his lips. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Logan smiles, he brushes his lips against Colt’s gentle and sweet.

“I trust, you Logan.” Colt smiles softly, brushing his hand down Logan’s chest earning a groan from the man at the friction between the pair. Colt’s hips rocking slightly against Logan’s as he places kisses along his jaw, to his lips, to his ear. Before Colt can continue, Logan breaks the kiss.

“Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy yourself.” Logan smirks, smacking his lips together hungrily. He lays Colt onto his back on the couch, Colt’s legs wrapping around Logan’s waist as he places himself between his thighs pressing his weight against Colt starting at his jaw again, nibbling his skin. “I’m going to take care of you because I care about you. And not just in this way, in every way Colt, you’re worth all of it.” Logan kisses his temple brushing his hair out of his face, his hands still on Colt’s waist

“Damn…” Colt moans, his eyes fluttering closed willing himself to Logan’s control, desperately begging in his heart for this to be real, he didn’t want to be another nail in Logan’s bed, he wanted to mean something to him…he couldn’t be let down by another person in his life.

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