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Sorry for how long it took to get this chapter out. I didn't expect it to take this long. But my life became crazy since the last chapter. I had to work on my end of year school work along with working with a club I was part of to get ready for a competition. I was third in command of said club and was tasked with making sure the weekend went smoothly and nothing bad happened at all. I then graduated College, moved out of my house into a new apartment, new city. Have a new job. Also I had to study then take an 8 hour exam so I can get my certification in my major. ( I passed the exam!). The chapter will hopefully be able to come out faster now that I have time.
The song in this chapter is called 'Your Guardian Angel' By Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I don't own the song, I will never own the song.
I will reveive no money from the song. I just like to listen to it.
The song lyrics are shown by the ~
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It was Saturday, it was finally Saturday. I can't wait until tonight. But first, Logan has a game today.
I haven't been able to see him play as much as I would like. In fact, I think I've only been to one of his games thus far, whereas he's been to almost all of mine.
Does that make me a bad boyfriend? Not supporting him in the game he plays?
Well that's changing now. I'm going to more games from now on-- starting today.
I got out of bed and caught sight of myself in the mirror. I mean this happens almost every day. Every single day I get out of bed and see myself in the mirror. Either standing in my underwear, or every once in a while I'm not wearing anything. Sometimes that happens when I get too horny and am too lazy to put new undies on.
I saw myself standing there in just my grey boxer-briefs. The way they hug my butt and the way they show my bulge just make me smile. I'm happy I stopped wearing boxers; they just don't look as good on me as I thought they did.
They hide things and that was perfect for me back when I wanted to be hidden.
But now I don't. Logan has made me realize that it's fun being noticed. He has also told me I have nothing to hide about my body. I should be proud.
I guess I believe all the comments he made to me when we first met about me being hot. I think I'm realizing he's right.
Not to be conceited or anything, but I'm happy with how I look for the first time in my life. So I can think whatever I want.
My blond hair is growing out. My eyes have an extra sparkle in them it seems. And I smile more. I've noticed I'm smiling and having a lot more fun than I used to.
I looked down at the clock and I noticed I'd been standing in just my underwear for 10 minutes without moving. Logan was going to be here in an hour to get me.
I walked across the hall and into the bathroom. It's sad to say waking up early wasn't that hard anymore. Having to wake up early for practice or games on weekends made it easy. Thankfully, we have off this weekend with back to back games next weekend. That's going to be tough.
I turned on the shower and cleaned myself.
Logan showed up at exactly 6 am. I don't know how he is so punctual. Perfection seems to apply to every part of his life.
Gah, I like him so much it hurts. There are times I don't know how I got so lucky. He is the perfect man: sexy, kind, athletic, charming, and funny. How does someone like him exist on this earth? Don't the angels get jealous?
On top of that, how do I get so lucky as to have him to myself?
Best not to question it; I might lose him to a random soccer player who is questioning himself.
That would be horrible to lose a boyfriend to now that I think about it, to someone just questioning their sexuality and wanting to try something new.
Thankfully, with Jake running things, no one would dare come out for fear of him destroying them.
So I guess me and Logan are safe.
I opened the door and walked out to Logan's car. He had this smile on his face that made me melt. His hair was perfectly done; hopefully it doesn't get messed up during the game.
I can never understand how perfection seems to ooze from him. The one time I slept over his house, when we woke up his hair was still parted and flat. It wasn't defying logic, like my hair is starting to do.
I probably should stop saying he's perfect. He has to have some part of his person that isn't.
Though his perfections probably cover that up.
I got in the car.
We arrived at the arena after a short drive that was filled with talking about tonight. I know Logan could tell I was excited about tonight. I mean I practically have a permanent smile stuck on my face. My face is probably going to freeze like that if I don't try to stop it.
We walked into the ice rink; I went to the spectator area and saw Cody sitting there.
`Didn't know he was going to be here.' I thought. I walked over and sat next to him.
"Hey dude, didn't know you were going to be here." I said, sitting down.
"Yeah, I try to come to all the games. Watching Logan and Jjay play together is amazing."
"It's going to suck to see them split up in college and maybe on the NHL level."
"That's when it's going to be the best. Then they can actually see who is really the best: Logan or Jjay. Accuracy or Power," He said.
"That actually might be fun to watch," I said, "They also know each other's strengths and weaknesses. Might make it tougher."
"Between you and me, we both know Logan is better, but he doesn't like to shoot the puck. He's a pure play maker. If he started to shoot the puck more, he would beat Jjay in everything."
"Between you and me, I think you're right," I said. Which caused him to shove me with his shoulder. Which then caused both of us to laugh.
Talking to Cody is getting easier and easier. It seems I've known him all my life. Even though it's only been, what, 2 months now? Maybe just a month. It's only October.
Talking to him makes me miss Colin. Tomorrow I'm going to go over to his house and force him to talk to me. I need to get this fight over with. I'm done with it. I just... maybe I should tell him everything going on? Maybe I should tell him I'm gay and with Logan. He might understand why I'm forgetting things. Or he won't and he'll hate me for being gay.
I just don't know how he will react. It's one thing to tell someone like Logan that I am. I haven't known him long enough. But with Colin, he's been my best friend forever. We grew up together.
Knowing him forever should be a reason that I could tell him. But it would hurt more if he hated me for it.
The teams skated onto the ice and started to warm up. Logan and Jjay both had this focus while they were skating around and stretching. They looked like they were the only ones on the ice, both sticking close together and saying something to one another every once in a while. After the warm-ups Logan glided to center ice for the faceoff. He had this cocky smile on his face. Like he knew he was going to win the faceoff and judging by the look on the other center's face, he knew Logan was going to win also.
The team they were playing isn't that good. They are barely able to get a .500 record every year. This year they have only won one game so far.
The puck dropped and Logan won it handedly back to Bryce, the right Defensemen, who passed it forward to Jjay on the right wing. He brought it into the zone and threw it over to Logan who was skating through the slot. Logan one-timed it over the shoulder of the goalie and in it went. It happened so fast, it seemed like a set play. They were up 1-0 in the first 10 seconds of the game.
The game ended with us winning 7-2. The only reason it wasn't even worse was because Logan and Jjay had stopped shooting at the net and instead chose to pass it. After the game Logan took me back to his house where we were going to wait until we were gonna leave for the concert.
We got to his house and when we walked in Logan's father was in the living room reading the paper.
This was the first time I actually got to meet one of Logan's parents. The few times I was at his house we got there after his parents went to bed or they didn't come home from work till I was leaving.
When I looked at Logan to introduce us, he just rolled his eyes. "Father, Dylan... Dylan, my Father," He said.
"Nice to meet you sir," I added.
His father lowered the paper and gave me a once over. He made a snort and lifted the paper back up, not even saying a word to me.
Logan motioned me up to his room. When we walked in, his little brother was walking out of his own room. He must have just woken up because his hair was disheveled from sleeping.
He looked like a younger version of Logan. His brown hair wasn't as long, but he had the same nose and eyes, and still a little baby fat on his face. What he didn't seem to have was Logan confidence.
He froze as he saw me, a slight blush across his face.
I was confused for a second until I realized that he was just in a t-shirt and underwear.
He quickly moved to the bathroom and shut the door.
"Guess your brother wasn't expecting me to be standing here," I said.
"Yeah, he doesn't like anyone seeing him like that. He needs to look his best at all times."
"So he takes after you," I said teasing Logan.
"You could say that, but I would have walked out here naked and looked you directly in the eye. Then I would have run my fingers down my chest while licking my lips. THEN I would have walked to the bathroom."
"Why do I feel you would actually have done that?"
"I have done that. I didn't know Jake was here to see me and I walked right out of my room naked to go take a shower. I was supposed to meet up with him in an hour, but his mother brought him over early."
"He must have loved that," I said.
"He froze up and didn't know what to do. So I did the running my hand down my chest thing to freak him out more. I had a hard time containing my laugher after I got out of my shower and saw him still a little freaked. This happened before that sleepover and all."
We stepped into Logan's room I sat down on his bed and he started to change in front of me, getting ready for the concert tonight even though it was a few hours away. He slipped out of his shirt and pants, leaving him in just his boxers-briefs.
I felt myself getting hard at the sight of it. His back was towards me as he was going through his closet. God his back was even toned. His shoulders were broad, and his butt. His butt was perfectly compacted in his underwear.
"So what was with your dad downstairs? Does he not like me or something?"
Logan stopped moving and took a breath. "My parents only care for their work, and for Tyler. If things go the way they went with me, in a year or two they will just care about their work." He said. He pulled his tight grey jeans on and threw a black shirt over top of it, with an orange plaid shirt over that.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked. The idea of parents that don't care about their kids was foreign to me. My mother and father love me and my brother. All my friends' parents care about them. I didn't know parents were able to not care about their kids.
"My parents are workaholics, they only work, and when they are not at work, they think about work. It's how they make their money. They are always 3 steps ahead of whoever the competition is," Logan said. "It's where I get my ability to out think people. I watched them growing up, and learned to think like them. I thought it would make them say good job', or you did good.' But I got nothing; they just ignored everything I did. Nothing I did made them smile. So I stopped caring about them and focused on hockey, just hoping I could make the NHL and show them I don't need them. I would just leave and not have to rely on them on a financial standpoint anymore.
"Actually about 4 years ago, I was `accidentally' hit from behind into the boards in one of my games. Ended up in the hospital for a few days because they thought I might have had a concussion. I didn't, but my parents only showed up to pay the bill and take me home. Didn't ask how I was, nothing. They just ignored it, like I didn't even exist. That was the day I stopped giving a shit about them," He said.
The way he said it, it made me feel like he did care.
Logan likes to act tough. He has to because people will try to eat him alive if he doesn't. Jake would destroy him.
Does he have anyone in his life that hasn't hurt him? His parents and Jake both hurt him.
"You said your parents don't ignore your brother?"
"Yeah, for some reason, they act like actual parents to him; taking interest in his life, going to his sporting games and other such things. He is the perfect child apparently," Logan said, "I'm trying my best to prepare him for the inevitable fall from grace but he just ignores it. He probably doesn't see the way they treat me." Honestly I felt my heart break, but Logan didn't even seem to be on the verge of tears-- nothing. He looked completely empty as he talked about it. Did he actually not give a shit like he said? Or did he just push the hurt so far down and forced himself to believe he doesn't care?
I will never hurt Logan like that. I will be the first person in his life that won't. That I can promise. Even if, for some reason, we don't work out; I will never hurt him.
I promise that.
It was finally time to go to the concert; we stood inside the concert hall. I loved smaller venues like this; makes the concert much more intimate. The first band was okay, nothing too special. Seemed like a lot of the scremo/post-grudge bands that are out there now. Second band was better, I had actually like them; same with the third. But then out walked Ronnie Winter and the rest of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
I can't believe I am actually seeing them live. It was amazing.
They started off playing songs off their new album. Followed by songs from Don't You Fake It.
God it was great, I looked at Logan a few times to make sure he was enjoying himself.
He seemed to actually know some of the words to the songs. It made me laugh a little to watch him sing along.
Not that he was a bad singer. He just never sang along to anything. Don't know why. I know if a song came on the radio that I liked I sang along right in front of him; which usually made him laugh.
When I laughed he looked over at me and smiled. I felt his arm go on my shoulder and he pulled me in front him and wrapped his arms around me; placing his head on my shoulder. He kissed my neck.
It was like God chose the moment to be perfect. Just as this started RJA started the song, `Your Guardian Angel' It was the perfect song for this moment.
~When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one~
Logan continued to suck on my neck as his hands rubbed up and down my chest.
~I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven~
I turned my head to look into his eyes as he pulled away from my neck. The lights on the stage were making them shine. Making them sparkle.
~It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Seasons are changing
And waves are crashing
And stars are falling all for us
Days grow longer and nights grow shorter
I can show you I'll be the one~
I leaned into him and our lips touched.
~I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven~
We melded together. Right there in public. But I didn't care. Let the world know that this amazingly hot boy was mine and I was his; that we were together.
~Cuz you're my,
you're my, my,
my true love, my whole heart
Please don't throw that away~
I turned around and looped my arms around his neck and leaned in again and kissed him; allowing our tongues to wrestle. I felt his hands on the small of my back just rubbing up and down.
~Cuz I'm here for you
Please don't walk away and
Please tell me you'll stay, stay~
Is this what love feels like? The feeling that makes everything right? The feeling that makes you think that nothing is wrong, that you can be happy?
If it is, then I think I'm in love.
~Use me as you will
Pull my strings just for a thrill
And I know I'll be ok
Though my skies are turning gray~
The concert was over and we were in Logan's room. He was on top of me and had me pinned against the bed. My arms were together and locked in his one hand while his other hand explored my shirtless chest.
We were kissing hard, harder than we were at the concert. We were both turned on. We practically raced home. Luckily there were no cops on the road, or we would have been stopped.
~I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven~
His mouth left mine as he went to my neck and again sucked on it. Probably leaving a third hickey on me; I need to start wearing turtle necks or scarves to hide all these damn hickeys.
I pulled my arm and he let go which allowed me to pull his shirt over his head.
We flipped and I started on his chest, just licking and kissing his abs. He was intoxicating, the smell of him, and the slight moan that escaped his lips.
I kissed my way down to his jeans. There was a sizeable bulge there and I wanted it. I popped the button on his jeans and unzipped them; pulling them down. I threw his jeans onto the floor and pulled back and just drank in the sight.
~I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven~
Here he was, Logan Kessler, hockey prodigy, popular kid, and he was naked except for his underwear; just his underwear with a sizeable tent in them.
I don't know how the fabric didn't rip.
I grabbed the waist band and pulled it down. And it sprang out.
He was beautiful; just the site of this made me smile. I was really going to do it.
I leaned down and kissed the head. The feel of it against my lips was indescribable. It was warm and pulsating. I licked him.
The moan Logan let out when I did sent a shiver down my spine.
I took a breath and opened up my mouth and went down on him. I was only able to take the beginning of it, so I used my hand on the rest and started to jerk him off as I sucked on him. I used my other hand to cup his balls.
~I will never let you fall
I'll stand up with you forever
I'll be there for you through it all
Even if saving you sends me to heaven~
I moved my mouth up and down in rhythm with my hand, using my tongue when possible.
"Dylan I'm getting close," I heard him whisper. I didn't realize until now I didn't know if I wanted to swallow or let it go onto his chest.
I took my mouth off and started to jerk him off faster. With a moan he blew. Volley after Volley shot onto his abs and my hand.
After about 6 spurts he stopped breathing heavily. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed the conveniently place tissues and pulled some out and wiped off his chest. He pulled me up and kissed me and all was right with the world.
Monday came around and I still couldn't believe what happened on Saturday. I actually blew Logan. It was amazing.
I just stood at my locker and stared into it unbelieving that it actually happened. I saw someone step up to me out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and saw Sean Dooley, Ricky's best friend.
"Hey Dylan," He said.
"Hi Sean, what's up?" I said. This was weird. He never really talked to me before. I thought he didn't like me because of Ricky.
"Oh nothing," He said.
He had this look in his eye. I couldn't place what the look was, but I didn't like it.
"Did you and Logan enjoy the RJA concert? It looked like you guys really enjoyed Your Guardian Angel."
I froze. He saw that? Had he told Ricky? Was he going to tell Jake or the general public? Oh god this isn't happening.
I turned away from him and shut my locker and just walked away. This was not going to be good.
Well there is the tenth chapter of 'I'll Make you Popular' I hope you enjoyed it. I apologize for all the grammar mistakes. I am very bad at grammar and I always will be! :D
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