Title: Four times Derek walked in on Logan and Julian in a compromising position, and the one time he left before they could get too far.

Word Count: 890

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

1.

"…I love you," Logan whispers.

"I love you too," Julian says back, equally as breathless. Julian tilts his head up, just a bit, and Logan takes it as a permission to lean down and press his lips against Julian's.

It's the first kiss Logan's always wanted. The one that makes his blood sing, his heart beat speed up, his breathing become shallow. He deepens the kiss, pushing Julian against the wall for support. God, it feels like there's fire in his veins, and his hands cup Julian's face so he can try and pull him impossibly closer.

A cough. "Um…I'm assuming this is a bad time…" They break apart, eyes darting immediately towards the door where an awkward looking Derek stands, a stupid smile wide on his face. "I'll come back later."

When he's gone, Logan's lips are back on Julian's, and the whole world seems right again.

2.

"C'mon, Lo…" Julian begs, arching up into Logan's fist. Logan smirks before pumping, slowly, a teasing pace that makes Julian curse.

"Don't be an asshole, Wright," Julian says. "Move faster!"

"Calm yourself, Princess." Logan says, quickening his pace. "I know exactly how to make you feel—"

"WHAT THE FUCK? LOGAN, WHY THE HELL IS YOUR HAND DOWN JULIAN'S PANTS?"

"Um…" Julian mumbles eloquently.

"It's called a handjob, smart one," Logan answers. "I'm sure you've received one or two in your lifetime." Derek's face turns bright red.

"No, you know what? I don't care that you're whacking him off. Really. I think it's cute that you guys are together, but did it really have to be on MY FUCKING BED?"

"Sorry, Der," Logan chuckles. Then he starts moving his hand again, and Julian moans, though it's through closed lips, like he's at least trying to be ashamed.

Derek lets out an exasperated yell one more time before spinning on his heel and marching out the door.

3.

"Derek, you're over reacting," Logan sighs. And if Julian's hears him, it's going to make him feel even worse. Logan already left his poor boyfriend with his face buried in his arms while saying, "I'm never going to be able to look at him again, all I'm going to see is the look on his face. Oh, my God, Logan, I thought he was going to throw up!"

"Overreacting! I'll never be able to unsee that!"

"Seriously. You're a bigger drama queen than Julian."

"Well, forgive me for being mentally scarred for the rest of my life by the image of best friend with my other best friend's cock in his mouth!"

4.

"Julian…" Logan pants against Julian's cheek.

"Lo…" Julian groans, bucking his hips to meet Logan's thrusts. "Harder…"

"Dammit, I can't…fuck, Julian…"

"Hey, Logan, I'm done with your—FUCKING DAMMIT!"

"Derek, do you not know how to knock or something?" Julian growls. Logan can tell by the widespread flush on his cheeks that he's absolutely humiliated—again—but he's also too horny to properly give a shit at the current moment.

"Well, forgive me for thinking that Logan could keep it in his pants for just ten freaking minutes."

"Fuck you, Derek!" Logan snarls.

"Not until you're finished with me, handsome," Julian laughs, pulling Logan's lips back to his.

"Oh, my God! What the hell is wrong with you!" Derek yells. Julian gasps loudly as Logan presses harder into him. He thrusts in again, causing Julian to shudder deliciously beneath him.

"You're not even going to stop, are you?"

"Look, Derek, you have too choices," Logan grunts. His eyes fall on Julian for a moment, looking absolutely beautiful with his mouth parted in a silent moan and sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. He kisses Julian softly, before continuing, "You can either get the fuck out of my room, or, if you're going to say, observe in silence. We thank you for your cooperation."

+1

"Wanna help me with something?" Logan whispers against the shell of Julian's ear.

"What?" Julian asks, just as softly. Derek looks over in the direction of the quiet conversation, eyes narrowed.

"Let's see how long it takes us to get Derek to leave…" Julian smiles.

"Okay."

"What are you guys talking about?" Derek asks suspiciously. The two boys with mischievous smirks don't answer. Instead, Logan's mouth seeks out Julian's, parting it with practiced precision.

"Oh, come on, guys! You're not really going to do this in front of me. Not after—seriously, knock it off!" Julian lets out a well placed moan as Logan's hand slips up his shirt, running admiringly over the hard muscles of his stomach.

"I'm not going. Nope. You can't scare me off."

"Jules…" Logan's hand finds Julian's belt and undoes it.

"Logan…" Julian bites lightly on Logan's neck. Logan outright groans,

"FUCK THIS, I'M LEAVING!" Derek shouts. He jumps to his feet and stomps out the door, calling as he leaves, "Just so you both know, you're shitty best friends."

Once he's out of earshot, Logan pulls back and says, "Want to watch a movie and cuddle?"

"Absolutely."