Alrighty guys, this is the end of "Closeted"...the final chapter. It's kind of short, but...you'll see why.

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Days passed. Life moved on, slowly but surely. And though Logan and Julian tried to hide it: the actor's month-long coma had changed things, for better or for worse. The media had been covering the story, overjoyed when one of America's favorite teen stars had made a miraculous recovery. Though they stayed at the surface of the events leading to the extensive stay at the hospital: an obsessive fan going to the extremes for his hero; the boys knew it was only a matter of time before Julian's real secret was going to come out.

Adam had made a slow and carefully monitored recovery. When he was strong enough to be moved, he was soon admitted to another type of hospital: a mental institution. Though Julian wanted to forget the entire ordeal, the permanent scar on Logan's arm served as a bitter reminder of what could have happened. The blonde kept tabs on Clavell for several years following the incident, eventually deciding it was no longer worth the effort, as the boy appeared to be contained safely behind the asylum's walls.

It was inevitable that the truth would be revealed: that Julian Larson-Armstrong was in love. And not just with anyone, but another male.

It was a day like any other. Actually it wasn't, as Julian had convinced his house's prefect to skip class in the afternoon in order for them to hide away in his room, despite the cheery brightness of the day. Logan lay on his back breathing deeply, his uniform rumpled and blonde hair slightly out of place, nearly falling asleep on the bed after what seemed like a very long week. Julian returned from the bathroom and snuck onto his own mattress, stretching across the prefect in an almost catlike manner.

"You're awfully cuddly today," Logan commented, loosely wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's waist.

"Is that not allowed, Oh Tempestuous One?" Julian teased, planting a soft kiss on the prefect's neck, just below his ear. Logan let out a quiet groan of approval, his thumb rubbing circles on the actor's arm. Julian grinned at the sound. "Oh, did the giant squid like that?"

"Don't call me a squid, Jules. I'm not that ignorant anymore," Logan rolled his eyes. The brunette snorted slightly, before continuing to place light kisses all the way down the prefect's neck, pausing to loosen the tie around his boyfriend's throat.

"But you used to be. And you still can be," Julian replied, sucking at the soft skin where he could feel Logan's rapidly increasing pulse.

"Well then, I'll just continue to call you diva...and princess," the blonde grinned. The actor nipped at his throat at the comment. "Ow! Princess, don't bite me..."

Julian pulled away from his ministrations to glower at the other teen. "I dare you to call me princess again. Just try," he hissed.

"Pri...madonna," Logan arched an eyebrow at his boyfriend. "Pri...ssy. Is that better? Being a prissy, prima donna diva?" He rubbed at his neck where the actor had bitten him. "Damn, that really kind of hurt...princess."

The brunette immediately began to climb off of Logan on the bed, his expression fierce. But the prefect grabbed hold of him and flipped them over in order to hover over the actor. "Logan. Off. Now. I'm not in the mood for this anymore."

"I'm not a dog, Jules. You can't order me around like that," Logan's face still held a trace of a smile, but his tone was slightly annoyed.

"Get off."

"No," he stubbornly refused. Julian pushed against his chest to no avail. "Nice try, princess."

"Fuck you!" the actor said angrily. He opened his mouth to swear again, but the sound was caught as Logan leaned down and captured his lips in a heated kiss. It was all teeth and tongues and a battle for control, but the blonde had the upper hand. When they parted in what seemed ages later, Julian was breathing heavily, nostrils flared in frustration, as he tried to collect himself. "Logan, you suck- Oh, hell yes, right there..." his sentence changed halfway through, as the prefect swooped in to kiss and suck on his neck.

The actor groaned as Logan shifted to straddle him on the bed, but then pulled back with a wicked grin. "You were saying?" he asked huskily. Julian sat up slightly and grabbed him by the tie to tug him back towards him for another gut-wrenching kiss. Logan's green eyes glittered as their lips parted again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh shut up," Julian rolled his eyes as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck, sighing a bit as their lips met once again, this time soft and sweet, but lasting longer than the other recent kisses had. The brunette had just ran his tongue along Logan's bottom lip to beg for entrance, when a sudden shout from outside interrupted them.

"What the hell?" Logan asked, pulling away.

Julian sighed. "Ignore it, whatever it is. Come back here," he said slyly, before hearing the yells again. "Wait. Did someone just say my name out there?" He slid out from under the prefect and walked to the window, peeking out. "Holy shit."

"What is it?" Logan asked, before more cries rang out, louder as the actor had opened the window to hear better.

"JULIAN. THERE HE IS!"

"Julian! We've got a source saying you have a new off-screen love interest!"

"Mr. Larson, tell us about it! Who is it?"

"RUMORS SAY IT'S SOMEONE ELSE WELL-KNOWN BY THE PRESS!"

"Julian, give us the scoop!"

"We want an exclusive!"

"Come down and talk to us about your love life, Julian!"

Cameras flashed, taking pictures of the shocked star in his window. The paparazzi had somehow found a way on campus and figured out where the actor's dorm was. He slammed the window shut, and spun to face the door as it opened. Derek popped his head in.

"I figured I'd find you in here, Logan...The Stuarts are freaking out a bit, being surrounded by these reporters. I think Julian needs to go talk to them a bit..."

Just then, the actor's phone began buzzing. He picked it up to find a series of text messages from his agent Carmen, begging him to start talking to the press to try and get things under control, as she was on her way to Dalton at that very moment. Julian sighed. "Okay. I have to go face them and explain myself."

Logan stood up from the bed, smoothing down his hair and straightening his uniform. "I'm going with you."

The brunette glared at him, as Derek slipped back out of the room, to attempt to go organize the media before Julian came downstairs. "Logan, no. I'm not putting you through all of this."

"I am your boyfriend, Julian Larson-Armstrong," the blonde said seriously. "Which means I'm around as long as you'll have me...and I am an important player in how you are outed to the press. You're not in this alone," he added, grasping the actor's hand in his own as he opened the door.

He smirked slightly at the prefect, squeezing his hand and heading with him down the stairs to the front door. The brunette took a deep breath and nodded to Derek and Bailey who were standing nearby, waiting for his signal. Julian looked up at Logan lovingly, as the door swung open and the cameras starting flashing. "Time for us to face the music...together."

Okay, so that last line may have been unbearably cheesy but this next bit of news should make up for it: THIS STORY IS NOT OVER YET.

Yup, you heard me correctly. "Closeted" may have come to a close, but I'm working on its SEQUEL, titled "Outed"!

...So put me on your Author Alerts or stalk me on Tumblr, because baby...YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!