A/N: Guys, it's been a looooong time since I've updated this and I apologize for that. But school has been a mess for me, especially since I'm getting towards the end of my Junior year of college. But I've got an update fro you guys so, I hope you enjoy! :D
I heard a tapping on the glass and as I slowly woke up, I could feel a lot more heat than I did when I went to sleep. When I opened my eyes, the light from the sun made me close them again. "Hey!" I heard someone say before they tapped on the window harder. I squinted my eyes and looked up to see some old man standing there. I screamed and jumped off of John.
"What? Huh? What's going on?" John said, jumping up, rubbing his eyes.
"You can't be here. Get out." The old man told us. He was wearing a janitor's outfit and I don't know why it scared me more than it should have. John sat up and I slowly had a moment of realization. The sun was out. It was morning. I looked at the time and it was 9 o'clock in the morning. My heart started beating rapidly and I just looked at John in shock. He seemed to realize everything the same time I did.
"Shit." He said, falling back on the seat.
"Hey!"
"Alright we're moving!" John yelled and the man just huffed and walked away. I suddenly became aware of how sticky I am and John sat up and turned to face the steering wheel. He turned off the heat and rested his head on the steering wheel as he started the truck up.
"Fuck." He whispered and I slid over to him, kissing his shoulder.
"It's okay."
"No, you're going to get in trouble."
"I don't care. It was my decision to come out and I knew the risks."
"But I tempted you."
"And it was one of the best nights I've ever had. I'll take whatever my parents are going to say."
"I still feel bad."
"Don't." I said, sliding back over and putting on my seatbelt. As he pulled out of the parking spot, I wanted to laugh. Everything about this date was so cliché but then we ruined it by falling asleep.
"Wait." John said, stopping before we were all the way out of the parking spot. He opened the door and got out of the truck. He reached in the back and grabbed the blanket with our clothes before he climbed back in.
"We're going to need these." He said, closing the door. I couldn't help but laugh before I heard vibration. I looked at John and we both knew that it was my phone ringing. I reached into my pants and pulled it out to see my father was calling me. I took a deep breath before I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Logan." My father said in a bland tone.
"Yes."
"You're going to-"
"IS THAT HIM?! GIVE ME THE PHONE!" I heard my mother scream in the background before there was shuffling around. "Logan Mitchell! Where are you?"
"I-"
"You are in so much trouble! Get home now!"
"Okay." I said before the call ended.
"How bad is it?" John asked me as he drove.
"My Dad didn't really say much before my Mom took the phone and started yelling at me." I told him as I looked down at my phone to see I had 15 missed calls from them.
"I'm really sorry."
"Stop blaming yourself. We both knew what we were doing."
"Do you think they're going to stop us from seeing each other?"
"What? No, this isn't some Lifetime movie. They can't stop us from seeing each other." I told him before I looked over at him and he seemed to be really upset about everything. When he reached to turn on the cool air, I grabbed his hand and held it, intertwining our fingers. He smiled at that and I knew that made him feel a little better.
When we got into my neighborhood, I was contemplating telling John to just turn around and drive to his house. It didn't matter now because as we were pulling up, my front door was opening. I let go of John's hand and reached for the door as my mother spoke.
"You, young man, are in so much trouble." My father came out behind her and I sighed, opening the door.
"WAIT LOGAN!" John yelled as the door swung opened. My mother gasped and my father held a hand over his mouth. I froze in shock when I felt a breeze all over my body. I suddenly realized that I didn't have on anything but my underwear.
"Fuck." I heard John say as I felt blood rush to my face. I didn't know if I should close the door or just- I don't know.
"Logan Alexander Mitchell! Where are your clothes?!" My Mom yelled. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. When my mother started walking towards me, I came to my senses and tried to close the door. She reached for it and stopped me from pulling it close before she grabbed me. I climbed out of the truck and she gasped again.
"YOU'RE NAKED TOO!" She yelled looking at John in his underwear, making him blush. I looked over to see my father trying to suppress his laughter as he looked at us.
"If I can say something, I want to let you both know that I take complete blame for this." John said as my mother glared at the both of us. I wanted to say something but I was too embarrassed by this whole situation.
"Logan, get your clothes." My mother said, taking a step back. I climbed halfway into the truck and collected my clothes before I pulled John in for a kiss.
"Love you."
"Love you too." I said before I got back out of the truck. My Mom put her hand on my back, turning me to the house.
"Why are you sticky?" She asked and I turned to answer but she just shook her head and pointed to the house. My Dad stayed outside and talked to John and I didn't know what he was telling him. "Logan, what on Earth has gotten into you?"
"John." My father said walking into the house. My eyes widened in shock at my father's words as he laughed after my Mom hit his arm.
"This isn't funny!" She yelled at him. She sighed before she turned to me and I guess she realized that she had been yelling a lot.
"Logan, do you have any idea how worried we were?"
"I know and I'm sorry. It was stupid of me to leave like that." I told her and she looked a little shocked at my words and my father was smiling from behind her.
"Now, why are you sticky? You know what, do I don't want to know the answer to this?"
"Mom, we went to a pool and we went swimming."
"Swimming? You haven't done that in years." She said, smiling.
"I know." I said, smiling with her before she cleared her throat and turned serious again.
"That's still no excuse for sneaking out. So… you're …grounded?" She said, turning to my father unsure.
"I don't know; he's never done anything bad before." My father said, shrugging.
"Uh, just go to your room and clean yourself up. Your father and I will discuss your punishment." My Mom told me and I nodded my head before taking my walk of shame up the stairs.
"Logan." My father said, making me turn back around. He picked up my shirt off of the ground and handed it to me. I blushed slightly as I took the shirt and headed back upstairs.
Once I got into my room, I stopped at the doorway. I didn't know how I was going to get to my bathroom and in the shower without getting dirt on the floor. I sighed and just walked into my room, deciding that I'm going to clean it later. I put my clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and headed to the shower after grabbing my towel and washcloth.
While I was in the shower, I couldn't stop smiling, thinking about my time I spent out with John. He's making me into someone I thought I'd never be. I can't believe I snuck out of the house and went to a pool. I can't believe that I got into the pool. I can't believe what we did in the pool. It all had felt so good that it made me think about us doing it again. I could feel myself start to get hard so I tried to think of something else as I continued to wash my body. I scrubbed a little harder than usual since I knew that the dirt was caked on me. For some reason it didn't bother me until my mother asked my why was I sticky.
Once I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth and exited the bathroom. I heard the sound of something vibrating and I knew it was my phone. I reached into my dirty pants pocket and pulled out my phone to see that John had called. I'd have to call him back after I get dressed since I just missed the call. I washed my hands again and took one of my wipes and wiped off my phone before I got dressed in pajamas. I laid down in my bed and when my phone vibrated, I looked at it to see that it was a text from Camille.
"Do you know where John was last night?"
"With me." I texted back and a second later I got a bunch of shocked emojis before my phone vibrated again because she was calling.
"Hello."
"I thought he was joking. He really went to see you."
"Yeah, we went swimming." I told her and a second later I could hear a door open.
"You called him?" I heard John say and I couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice.
"Let me speak to him."
"No, I-HEY!"
"How come you answer the phone when Camille calls but not me?" He asked me and I smiled.
"I was in the shower when you called."
"Oh, well what did your parents say?"
"Are you still in Camille's room?" I asked him and he laughed.
"She's hovering over my shoulder, trying to listen in on the conversation."
"What now I can't know things?" She asked and I laughed this time.
"They didn't know what to do since this is the first time I've gotten in trouble."
"Really?" I heard the two of them ask at the same time.
"Yeah, so I don't know what they're going to do."
"Your Mom was pretty scary when we showed up."
"Yeah, I think you taking all of the blame might've helped a little."
"You think so? I thought they completely disregarded that. Especially since your Mom yelled at me too."
"Really?" I heard Camille ask in the background.
"Logan, I'll call you back from my room." John told me before I heard Camille say something in the background again.
"Okay." I said before we hung up. There was a knock at my door and I turned to see that it was my parents.
"We've decided your punishment." My father said and I nodded, dropping my phone down on my bed. "Me and your mother have decided that…we can't think of a punishment so this time you get a warning but don't do anything like this again. Oh, and your mother is starting to think that John might be a bad influence on you."
"What? How?" I asked.
"Don't listen to your father, I didn't say that. I-"
"Think that John might be a bad influence on our Logan." My father said, mocking my mother.
"You know what!" My mother yelled before my father ran. It's been a while since I've seen him run and when she ran after him, I was even more in shock. My phone started ringing and I picked up at the same time as my Mom screamed and started laughing.
"Are you okay?" John asked and I laughed.
"Yeah, my parents are being weird but they said that they aren't punishing me."
"That's great."
"Yeah."
"Do you think they'll let me come over later?"
"I doubt it but I'll ask." I said, hanging up and getting up, heading into their room.
"Mom, ca- you guys are packing?"
"Yes, we told you about the business trip."
"Right, right."
"Don't freak out." My father said, coming out of their bathroom.
"Oh, Dad, you're so funny." I said, sarcastically.
"Logan, what were you about to ask me?"
"Um." I mumbled before I took a breath and spoke all at once. "CanJohncomeoverprettyprettyplease?" I gave them puppy dog eyes immediately after.
"Absolutely no-"
"Sure." My father said, interrupting my mother. We both looked at him in shock before I smiled.
"Thank you." I said, giving him a hug. I left their room before my mother could say something.
"Why do you always have to undermine me?"
"But we agreed that he isn't punished, so why can't his boyfriend visit?"
"Just go get my skirt out of the closet." My mother told him before I grabbed my phone.
"They said yeah." I texted him.
"Really?" John asked with a few surprised emoji's.
"Yeah." I sent with a smiling and heart emoji. I thought about changing my clothes but I decided that my current attire was okay. It didn't take long for John to get here but when he did, he seemed nervous as I opened the door for him.
"Come in."
"I feel so wrong."
"You wanted to come over."
"Yeah but I feel like your Mom is going to yell at me." He told me as I closed the door behind him. I smiled at how adorable he was being, especially when he heard someone come down the steps. He let out a little squeak when he saw that it was my Mom.
"Oh, glad to see you have on clothes this time." She said, smiling. John turned a deep shade of red and I tried not to laugh in front of him.
"I-I'm sorry about that." He told her before she walked into the kitchen.
"Come on." I said, going to the steps.
"Are you sur-"
"Yes." I said, holding out my hand. He smiled at my hand before he grabbed it and let me lead him to my room. He took off his shoes by the door and I let go of his hand to sit on my bed. He sat down on the floor and smiled at me.
"So what now?"
"I don't know. I've never seen your hair in a bun before." I told him before I heard a knock. I looked up to see that my Mom was standing there.
"You two are being trusted that you won't get into some foolishness while we're gone."
"Mom, what would we do?"
"Oh, I don't know, sneak out and go to a pool that was probably closed."
"It wasn't closed. We aren't criminals." I lied, trying not to smile when John turned to me.
"Mmhm." My Mom said before she turned and just before she was gone my father came up to my door.
"And to add on to what she said, he can come over at any time and there's no need to bother-ask us."
"What?" My Mom said looking at him in shock.
"I mean, you know he's going to ask anyway."
"I still want to know about what's going on so if you go over his house, at least text me, okay?" My mother asked me and I nodded.
"I'll make sure of it." John told her and she smiled.
"Thank you. At least one of you are responsible."
"How am I not responsible?" My father asked her and she just smiled and walked off.
"By the way, I talked her out of having the neighbors spy on you. You're welcome."
"You're the best Dad ever." I told him and he smiled before following my mother. John was about to speak before there was a loud thud and my father groaning afterwards.
"Why do you overstuff your bags?"
"I know you didn't drop it on the floor."
"Of course not, dear." I chuckled at my parent's banter, especially the way John was looking at me.
"Where are they going?"
"A business trip."
"Business trip? Together?"
"It's more of a vacation but if anyone calls the house, they're on a business trip."
"Have they don-"
"Why is there a plant in the middle of my yard?" I heard my Mom say and John's eyes widened.
"Um, that's mine!" I said, getting up. I went downstairs and saw my father holding the plant.
"Logan, wh-"
"John gave it to me." I said, taking it from my father. I sat it down in the corner in the living room and turned to see my mother folding her arms.
"You gave him a plant."
"Yeah." John responded, glancing towards the ground.
"Logan, I transferred money over to your card and I couldn't find where I left my keys so look out for them. Don't forget yours if you leave the house."
"Thank you and I won't." I said, remembering that her keys were actually upstairs in my pants pocket.
"Please don't give us a reason to come home early."
"Unless something really serious happens." My Mom said after my Dad.
"Something really really serious." My Dad clarified before my Mom gave him a look.
"Bye, Logan. I love you." My Mom said before she kissed my head.
"I love you too." I said, as she walked out the door.
"Bye, son, love you and seriously, don't do anything stupid."
"I'll make sure he doesn't." John said, smiling.
"I like him already." My Dad said before he was out the door. When the door closed, I turned to John and he smiled like a kid in the candy store.
"Your Dad likes me."
"I heard." I said before I locked the door and went back upstairs. I put on some hand sanitizer before I sat down on my bed and John went over to the window.
"Are they gone yet?"
"No, still rearranging the luggage. Wait, yup, they're getting in the car now." John said before he moved to sit on the floor of my room.
"You don't have to sit on the floor, you know."
"But I don't want to get my outside-ness on your bed."
"Oh." I said and he nodded before he laid back out on the floor. A sliver of his stomach was showing and I thought back to when he was shirtless and we were swimming which lead me to thinking about the other things that happened last night.
"Logan?" John said in confusion and I immediately closed my eyes. I could feel the blush spreading on my face when I realized I was sporting a boner. I opened my eyes as I curled my body up and brought my legs towards my chest in order to hide it. He sat up and moved closer to the bed. Oh god, he's on his knees. I closed my eyes again and hugged my knees, trying to will my boner away, which made him laugh. "What are you doing?"
"Uhh, nothing, just sitting here." I said, opening my eyes. I let my body roll and my head was at the bottom of the bed. He responded by moving to the edge of the bed near my head.
"Why are you acting weird all of a sudden?"
"Uh, I'm not acting weird."
"You're scrunched up into a ball on your bed. Is it because your parents left? Are yo-"
"No, it's not that."
"Then what is it?" He asked and I mentally cursed myself out for not thinking my response through.
"Nothing." I said, smiling when I felt my boner going down. He playfully glared at me and smirked before he moved closer to my face. "What are you doing?" I said, moving away from him.
"Nothing." He said, leaning closer and turning his head so that he was parallel to mine. I let him lean closer and closer to my face and the second our lips touched, my boner was returning. I couldn't stop thinking about what we did in that pool and I let out a small moan that left him smirking as he pulled away.
"I had a feeling it was that." He said and I covered my face to hide my blush. I sat up and moved closer to my pillow and away from him. I kept my curled up position as I felt him crawl on to the bed. "Logan." He said and I peaked at him through my fingers as he reached for my foot. As soon as his hand came in contact with the sole of my room was filled with the sound of my laughter.
"Oh my god, stop, please I'm ticklish!" I said through my laughter. He moved in between my legs while I was trying to get my foot away from his grasp and when he stopped, he placed his hands on my hip.
"So that's why." He said, looking down at my boner. I covered it with my hands and he smirked at me.
"Don't be ashamed of it."
"I'm not ashamed. I just don't want you to think that I'm…I don't know."
"What?"
"I don't know, it's so cliché that as soon as my parents leave, I get a hard on for you." I told him and he laughed.
"Well, we don't have to do anything. Just like everything, we don't have to do it if you don't want to."
"Well…see…that's the thing." I said, before nervous laughter took over. He smirked and leaned down closer to my face. I kept looking at his lips the closer he got to me and he started smiling. "What?" I asked, looking into his eyes.
"You just look…nothing."
"What?"
"You just have this look in your eyes that I've never seen before." He said and I couldn't help but blush. He surprised me when he leaned down and connected our lips. The feeling of his lips on mine made me think back to how we kissed in the pool and I desperately wanted to repeat that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he broke our connection.
"What?" I asked him.
"I can feel that you want to do this but I don't know if you're ready."
"Well, what do you mean by this?"
"I think that's what we should establish first." He said, sitting back on his haunches.
"Okay." I said, sitting up.
"Okay, um, I've never actually talked about this before with someone."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean, I've done things, but we never really talked about it."
"Oh." I said, feeling like he was giving me special treatment. I didn't know if that was making me happy or insecure.
"I guess I've never had someone so important to me." He said with a shrug. It was definitely to make me happy, so, I couldn't help but smile at that.
"Well, what do you think we're ready for?"
"Definitely the stuff we did in the pool." He said and I nodded. He leaned down and connected our lips again and to feel his lips connect with mine always made my spine tingle.
When he grinded against me, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I ran my hands underneath his shirt before I thought I heard a sound. John's hands moved underneath my shirt and I definitely heard a sound. I was probably hearing things. John sat up and took off his shirt and I ran my hands down his front as he reconnected our lips. The sound of the front door opening made me gasp and John moved off of me. He went to the window and gasped as he but his shirt back on.
"I know I packed that damn skirt." I heard my father say as he came up the stairs.
"Dad!" I yelled out.
"Just coming back because your mother forgot to pack her skirt." He said before he glanced in my room. John was standing by the window and I was sitting up by the time he saw me.
"Sorry, did I scare you two?" He asked.
"Uh, yeah."
"Sorry, leaving now for sure this time." He said before he headed downstairs. John waited by the window and once they were gone, he sighed.
"Maybe we should wait until later to do all of that." He suggested and I nodded.
"How about we watch a movie instead."
"Okay." He said, climbing back on the bed as I grabbed the remote. I found a movie for us to watch and he hugged me around my waist and rested his head on my stomach. I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. He undid the bun it was in and kissed my stomach. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about what we were going to be doing later.
A/N: Ooooh, John and Logan almost got caught. I just love their dynamic and how confused Logan's parents are when it comes to punishing Logan. Now that they're gone, I wonder what John and Logan will get into. Thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated. :D