Touched 11
by Redkage
On Monday morning, for the first time in a long time Logan woke up feeling rather refreshed. He didn’t even have to force himself to get out of bed as he began to prepare himself for school. He actually found himself humming a bit as he brushed his teeth. All in all, he felt… good.
After what had happened last Friday, things were actually starting to look up for once. Now that Simon knew everything, a giant weight had finally been lifted from his chest. At first Logan had been reluctant to the idea of allowing Simon to be close to him. How could he let Simon get close to him if he knew that he only had a limited amount of time left? It would only hurt Simon more in the end. However, after talking to him when he visited the hospital during the weekend, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be with him. After everything Logan had been through, he deserved to be a little selfish every once in awhile.
When Logan finished cleaning himself up, he went downstairs and walked into the kitchen where Julia was busily making breakfast. “Good Morning Julia.” He announced as he walked in.
Julia glanced over at Logan in surprise. “Logan! You’re up early today.” Though she was looking at him, her hands were still busily preparing eggs in the skillet.
“Actually, I’m right on time.” Logan pointed out. “I’ve been waking up late every morning for the past seven years.”
Julia laughed lightly as she turned her attention back to the eggs. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed. Things had been so hectic over the years that she had been afraid that she had forgotten how. Keeping that in mind, she served Logan his breakfast with a smile.
As soon as Logan finished the last of his eggs, Eve came into the kitchen still wearing her pink teddy bear pajamas. “Good Morning Mommy.” She greeted her mother.
“Good Morning Sweetie.” Julia smiled as she went to the refrigerator to fetch some milk for Eve’s Fruit Loops.
“Logan, did you know Simon is waiting outside?” Eve asked as she sat herself down at the table.
“Oh shoot, is it time already?” Logan looked up at the clock. Quickly he stood up and grabbed his backpack. “Alright, I’m heading off to school now. Bye!” Before anyone could say anything, Logan already turned around and walked out the front door. Standing on the stretch of sidewalk in front of his house was Simon.
As always, Logan was enchanted by how radiant and handsome Simon was. Simon was so tall, stretching 6’4½”. His body was engorged with big, beautiful muscles that were snug in his ever tightening clothing. His neck was thicker than a bull’s, which Logan wondered if Simon’s collar was choking him or not. Rising from the broad expanse of his shoulders were incredible traps and deltoids. Simon’s arms were huge and powerful, those cannonballs capable of ripping metal apart like nothing. His chest pushed the front of his shirt outwards and stretched it to the max, and his sexy abdominals were visible even through the fabric of his shirt. To keep this titanic body up, Simon’s legs were built proportionately with the same mind blowing size, with a delicious plump bubble butt, tree trunk quads and a pair of powerful calves. All of these muscles were wrapped in a golden tan that looked as if it had been kissed by the sun. But most appealing to Logan was Simon’s head. His wavy long blonde hair shone like the first rays of morning. His blue eyes sparkled brighter than the sky. His face was incredibly handsome, set off with a square chin. It was that face that nearly melted him whenever he saw it.
The face of the man he had fallen in love with.
“Hey Simon,” Logan greeted as he went up to his friend. “Did you wait long?”
Simon shook his head. “No, I just got here.” Logan wasn’t going to say anything, but he could immediately tell that Simon was lying. Instead he just smiled and nodded as he started walking.
“So, how are you feeling?” Simon asked him, concern painted on his face. “Are you sure you want to go to school so soon? I mean, you were messed up pretty bad Friday.”
“I’m fine.” Logan reassured him for the hundredth time. “A Kin Lam can heal any injury within a matter of moments. The stay in the hospital was mostly for show you know.”
“Yea, I know that.” Simon sighed. “It’s just that you’re… you know. I mean, y-you’re going to… to… ” Simon began to tremble as he spoke.
“Don’t worry about that.” Logan told him calmly. “Let’s just enjoy the time we have to the fullest.”
“A-alright.” Simon took a deep breath and stopped himself from trembling.
Logan turned his gaze back forward. Even though Simon was so big and strong, there was a soft, tender side to him that actually very sweet, something he had always liked. It was one of the things that made Simon so cute.
“You think I’m cute?” Simon said suddenly.
Logan turned towards Simon, a playful frown on his face. “Hey, I thought you promised not to peek into my head again.”
“Sorry, sorry!” Simon immediately apologized, his handsome face turning a subtle shade of red. “I’m getting better at controlling it, but sometimes I slip up and end up reading your thoughts by accident. I wasn’t trying to get into your head on purpose or anything, Logan. I would never do something like that!”
“Easy there, big guy!” Logan laughed lightly. “I wasn’t really mad at you or anything, I was just kidding!”
“O-oh.” Simon blushed even deeper. “I… I see.”
Logan couldn’t help but laugh louder. Simon was so naïve and adorable sometimes. Most people saw Simon as the star quarterback on the JV football team, but he doubted anyone else knew this side of Simon existed. Logan didn’t realize how much he missed being friends with Simon until now. Before he had fought down his feelings in order to try to drive him away, but now that he was free to open up once again.
It took a bit of work, but eventually Logan managed to draw Simon back into a decent conversation again. Soon all traces of that innocent personality were gone, replaced by the easy outgoing jock buddy once again. As they walked together to school, they talked about a lot of things. It was almost as if they had picked up where they had left off seven years ago. They didn’t even notice they were close to the school until they were right in front of it.
The two of them both stood there, unable to think of anything else to say. “Well, I guess I’ll see you later Samson.” Logan said, and then started to go up the stairs.
“Hey wait.” Simon grabbed Logan by the shoulder.
Logan stiffened slightly but then relaxed. He reminded himself that he had clothes on, and also Simon would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. “Yes Samson?” He asked, turning around to face Simon again.
“Can I… do you mind if I walk you to class?” Simon looked over to the side, his cheeks growing rosy.
Once again, Simon’s sweet side had resurfaced. “Of course you can Samson.” Logan smiled. Immediately Simon’s face lit up.
“Okay.” Simon grinned back as he climbed up the stairs next to Logan, revealing his pearly white teeth. “But why are you calling me Samson again all of a sudden?”
Logan shrugged his slender shoulders. “Well, I figured since everybody at school calls you that, it would be weird if I didn’t call you Samson here. Besides, I don’t want to lower your popularity by being all ‘chummy’ with you.” Already he could feel eyes on him and hear people whispering behind their backs at the sight of the school’s biggest loser talking with its biggest star, but all of Logan’s attention was entirely focused on Simon.
“Screw my popularity.” Simon snorted. “I don’t think I want to hear the name ‘Samson’ again. Samson was a big stupid selfish jerk who didn’t try to understand others and end up hurting those he cared about.”
“You forgot stubborn.” Logan added on the side.
“I just don’t want to be the same guy that hurt you again.” Simon let out a deep breath. “I mean, it must’ve been hard to even see me, especially after what I said that time in the bathroom. This is your body after all.”
“I told you before it didn’t really bother me.” Logan comforted him. “True, I’ll admit that I would have liked to have that body of yours, but to be honest I was flattered that you were trying so hard to be with me.”
Simon’s eyebrows rose high with surprise. “R-really?”
“Really.” Logan reassured him. “Maybe a bit annoyed by your stubbornness, but flattered all the same.”
Again a soft blush crept on Simon’s face. “All the same, I like it when you call me Simon. It makes it feel more like we’re friends again.”
Logan couldn’t help but smile again. Simon really was too cute. “Alright then, if that’s how you feel then I’ll call you by your real name from now on Simon.”
“Thanks, it really means a lot to me.” Simon smiled back warmly, lighting up the entire hallway.
When they reached Logan’s locker, Logan pulled out his textbooks to carry to class when Simon grabbed them from his arms. “I’ll carry these for you Logan.” Simon told him.
“Oh thanks, but you don’t have to.” Logan tried to take the books back, but stopped when he saw the expression on his face. “What is it?”
Simon didn’t say anything. Instead he stared long and hard down at the books he was carrying. He was looking right at the offensive words that were scribbled all over their covers. “Who did this?” He asked in a low voice, his knuckles cracking as his grip on the textbooks tightened. “I’ll kill them.”
“Ease up Simon.” Logan said, grabbing a hold of Simon’s wrist. He briefly noticed that it was so thick even his hand couldn’t reach all around it. “It’s nothing, really.”
“Nothing?” Simon repeated. “It’s definitely not nothing when someone writes ‘faggot’ all over my best friend’s books!”
“Simon, please calm down.” Logan reached up and placed his hand on Simon’s bulging deltoid. “It doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t really use the books, plus I don’t really know who did this anyway. It’s not like they’d leave their names or anything like that anyways.”
Even though Logan had said that, Simon still didn’t look as if he had calmed down much. “Why don’t you tell the teachers? I’m sure they’ll get whoever’s doing this to you to stop.”
“They don’t really care about me.” Logan shrugged.
“They what?” Abruptly a seam on Simon’s shirt popped open as his muscles bulged in anger. “Why?”
“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly the best student in this school.” Logan told him. “I have the worst grades possible, I’ve got a foul mouth and attitude and I’m nothing but a big waste of time. And besides, telling on someone will only make things even worse.”
Though Logan had been completely honest, Simon only became even more enraged. His nostrils flared, veins popped out all over his body as his muscles bulged even further, popping another seam in his shirt. The books in his hands began to creak loudly as he began to apply his inhuman strength upon them. “From now on, I’ll make sure no more shit happens to you. And I’ll personally track down every last motherfucker that has ever messed with you and make them pay.”
Logan reached up as high as he could and brushed Simon’s cheek with the tip of his gloved fingers, finally making Simon look down at him. “Simon, that’s very noble and creepy of you, but I don’t care about any of that. All that matters to me is that you’re here with me now.”
“But-” He began to protest.
“No buts.” Logan told him firmly. “Now, we better get a move on or we’ll both be late for first period.”
Slowly all of the anger died out, and Simon’s shoulder slumped. “It’s just not fair. Why do you have to suffer so much?”
“Didn’t I already tell you?” Logan ran a hand through Simon’s hair. “You make it all worthwhile.”
Simon’s ears turned red as he looked away to hide his embarrassment. “W-we should go.”
With a laugh, the two of them walked together to class.
* * *
As soon as class ended, Logan headed for the school cafeteria to meet up Simon for lunch. As he was going down the hallway, however, someone suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into the bathroom and pushed him into a stall, forcing Logan to sit on the toilet.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The guy demanded. Logan didn’t recognize him, but he was a burly junior who had a few pockmarks on his face.
“You tell me.” Logan countered. For some reason he didn’t really feel afraid of bullies anymore. Maybe his close encounter with death on Friday knocked some of the fear out of him. He considered using his bitter personality to respond but decided not to put up a fake front anymore.
The guy grabbed Logan roughly by the sides and slammed him against the wall, with his feet dangling by the sides of the toilet bowl. “Stop shitting with me! You know what I mean.”
“Actually, I don’t.” Logan replied politely, earning him another slam against the wall.
“I’m talking about you and Samson you dumb fucker!” The guy yelled. “Why the hell are you two so close all of a sudden, when people like me are much better than you?”
“I’ve been asking myself that same question for almost two years now.” Logan admitted.
“Stop kidding around!” The guy began to squeeze hard. Even though Logan felt pain shoot through him, he didn’t cry out of flinch. “Stay away from Samson! He’s too good for you!”
Logan was about to reply when a large shadow descended upon them. Quite suddenly the guy dropped Logan as he himself was lifted upwards, only instead of two hands holding his sides it was one single huge hand that had a deadly grip around the back of the guy’s neck. Standing directly behind the guy was Simon, his face twisted in a rage so intense it frightened Logan.
“Who gave you the right to decide the people I choose to make my friends?” Simon asked in a dark, terrible voice. The guy in his hand may have tried to answer, but all that came out were choking sounds. “Who gave you the right to hurt my friends? Huh, fucker?” Deliberately he squeezed harder, and a bone chilling scream erupted from the guy’s mouth.
“Simon, stop.” Logan said, his eyes darting between his friend and the guy he was holding.
“It’s fuckers like you that almost got Logan killed.” Simon’s voice was low and menacing. “People like you don’t even deserve to even breath the same air as he does.” His fist tightened even more, wringing another cry of pain from the guy.
“Simon, stop it!” Logan pleaded.
However, the darkness on Simon’s face did not leave. “I should kill you right here and now.” And Simon’s face told Logan he meant it.
That did it. Logan yanked his right glove off, rushed forward and grabbed Simon by the arm. The shock of their bond strengthening was enough to snap Simon out of it and drop the guy in surprise.
“Run!” Logan yelled at him. The bully blinked twice at Logan before scrambling past Simon and out the door. Simon, on the other hand, looked at Logan with shock and horror.
“Logan, wuh-why did you do that?!” Simon rubbed the place on his arm that Logan had touched him. “Won’t that make the bond even stronger?”
“You were about to kill the guy!” Logan yelled.
Denial immediately arose on the jock’s face. “No I wasn’t! I was just scaring him, that’s all.”
“Simon, scare or not I don’t want you to hurt anyone like that.” Logan stared him down, and Simon actually cowered back. “If you had tightened your grip the slightest bit more, you would have snapped his neck.”
“But he was hurting you!” Simon tried to justify his actions.
“A little pain an a short moment in time is much better than becoming paralyzed for life.” Logan told him mercilessly.
“And you’d rather cut your own life even shorter for someone like that?” Simon argued back.
“I did it for you, didn’t I?”
Simon froze from Logan’s words. “I-I… ”
Logan realized he went too, but he had to make sure his message was clear. “Simon, I appreciate the fact that you want to help me, I really do. However, I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me. I’ve already caused too much pain to those around me, and thinking that I’m the cause of more might be too much for me to handle. So, promise me that you won’t do something like break someone’s arm or leg again.”
“But-”
“Promise!” Logan snapped.
Simon flinched back, then hung his head low as his shoulders slumped. “I p-promise.” He muttered. “It’s j-just that, because of me you’ve been treated so badly. Don’t try to deny that it isn’t my fault. If you had this body, it’d be you who was the big man on campus. Instead, people are always looking down on you.” Simon sniffed, and Logan realized that the big guy was actually on the verge of tears. “And just now, that guy hurt you b-because you were m-my friend. I d-don’t want to be the reason you get hurt e-either. You’ve been through too much a-already. Y-you don’t deserve any of t-this.”
Logan took in a deep breath and then let it out in one short burst. Then, he walked up to Simon, wrapped his arms as much as he could around that skinny waist and hugged him. Simon looked down at Logan, completely taken off guard by this sudden display of affection. Logan could actually fell Simon trembling against his embrace.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue.” Logan said, his face buried in the crevice of Simon’s pecs.
Hesitantly, almost fearfully Simon lifted his arms and returned the hug, his eyes closing and taking in what was happening. “I-I was just lucky. I was heading to the cafeteria when suddenly I saw an image of you getting pulled in here flash in my head.”
“Well it looks like that power of yours has some use to it.” Logan looked up and smiled. “But all the same I’d rather not have you read what’s in my head 24/7.”
Simon laughed a bit cheerfully. “Alright, I’ll try harder to control it.” On impulse Simon reached up and ran his hand through Logan’s red locks but then jerked back the moment he realize what he was doing. “Oh shit I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to touch you.”
“It’s okay.” Logan giggled. “As long as you don’t touch my scalp, you can touch my hair at least.”
“R-really?” Simon looked down at Logan with big puppy eyes, making Logan laugh even more. Slowly, Simon moved his hand through Logan’s hair, twirling strands between his fingers as he felt the surprisingly coarse but all the same pleasurable texture. The two of them spent a whole three minutes standing in the middle of the restroom, Simon gently moving his fingers through Logan’s hair and Logan’s head nestled against the thick chest. They would have probably stayed there even longer if Simon’s stomach hadn’t started to growl loudly.
“Hungry?” Logan looked up at his love.
“Always.” Simon returned the look with his own adoration.
“Well then let’s go eat.” Logan broke the hug. Together, the exited the restroom and they walked side by side to get their lunch.
“So Logan, do you have any plans for after school?” Simon asked.
Logan thought for a moment. “Nope, not really. In fact, I’m free from now to the end of time.”
“Do you want to hang out with me, maybe?” He asked hopefully.
“Of course.” Logan replied, and Simon’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Cool.” He said, trying to act like it but failed. “Um, do you mind if you waited for me at your tree for a bit? I have something to take care of after school’s over.”
Logan peered at him suspiciously. “What exactly are you doing?”
“Nothing much.” Simon said evasively, but Logan can clearly read on that honest face that Simon had something foolish planned.
* * *
A few minutes after the bell had rung to end the day Logan stepped into the PE locker room. He felt somewhat uncomfortable in there, seeing how he had never even stepped foot in it once before. Because of his curse, and because Harold was a doctor, he was able to be excused from taking the required course. Today he wasn’t there to get healthy, but to look for Simon.
“-just one lousy game!” The football coach’s loud booming voice carried down from his office at the far end.
“It’s not about that.” Simon’s voice followed a little less audibly. With his suspicions confirmed, Logan headed towards the open door that leads to the coach’s office.
“Please reconsider this Samson.” The coach said. “The team needs ya. Without you we could never have gotten this far on our own.”
“I’m sorry coach, I’ve already decided.” Simon told him. “I don’t deserve to be on the team.”
“Boy, you have every right to be on the team!” The football coach exclaimed. “And I think the trophies in the school case with your name on them will agree with me.”
“He’s right you know.” Logan spoke at the door.
Simon jumped up and whirled around at the sound of his voice. “Logan! What are you doing here? I thought I told you to wait for me out front.”
“I figured you were going to do something like this.” Logan crossed his thin arms.
“Who’s this?” The football coach asked. “I’ve never seen him in PE before.”
“He’s a friend of mine, Logan.” Simon told him.
“And as a friend, I’m here to stop you from making a huge mistake.” Logan added. “Now coach, his dropping out of the team isn’t official just yet. Give him a few days off to think things over first and then he’ll give you your answer. Fair enough?”
“Hey!” Simon protested.
“I think that sounds right.” The football coach agreed. “Listen, I can’t say I know your reasons for suddenly wanting to drop out Samson, but you have to remember that the team is also counting on you.”
Simon looked between his coach and Logan helplessly until finally he gave in. “Alright, I’ll think about it.” He told them, and glumly exited the office with Logan. After the two of them were out of the locker room and was far enough outside, Simon turned to Logan.
“Listen, I just want to say it was my decision to quit the team.” He told Logan.
“Why the sudden urge to drop out?” Logan inquired.
“I… I don’t deserve to be on it with the other guys. They all worked hard to build themselves up to play, but I’m just using someone else’s body and talents to win.” Simon admitted soberly. “You’re the one who should be playing, not me. I thought that quitting football would be the right thing to do.”
Logan gave Simon a stern look. “For some who’s supposed to have an IQ of a genius, you’re surprisingly dumb.”
Simon just stared at him.
Logan reached up and rubbed the temple of his head. “Simon, just because I can’t play football doesn’t mean I want you to stop. Football is your life. When I watch you play, I can see how much fun you’re having on the field as you run down the field, or throw a pass or tackle a linebacker. Even without what I gave you, you probably would have still been a pretty awesome quarterback.”
“But not like this.” Simon palmed his huge chest, emphasizing its huge size. “Not with your body. My height, my muscles, they don’t belong to me. Riley was right, as long as I continue to use your body I’m nothing more then a cheater.”
“Since when do you listen to Riley?” Logan asked slyly. “Listen, what’s done is done. You have muscles and I don’t. No one can change that. And besides, I love watching you play.”
A shiver spread through Simon as he heard the L word. “W-why? I thought you can’t play sports.”
“Just because I can’t play them doesn’t mean I don’t like them.” Simon informed him as-a-matter-of-factly. “I still love football as much as I did when we were kids. And I love watching you play. It may sound weird, but seeing that body in action gives me a thrill. It’s like it’s not just my body or yours, but ours moving together. In a way, you’re playing the sport for me too.”
“I never thought of it that way.” Simon’s brow wrinkled up in consideration to Logan’s statement. “I… I guess if that’s how you feel, then I’ll stay on the team. Hell, I’ll even go win that state trophy!”
Logan laughed and playfully punched Simon in the abs. “There’s the Simon I know!”
Simon answered with his own grin. “So tell me, you really been watching my games?”
“Ever since your first game freshman year.” Logan answered.
“No wonder I keep on feeling like you were watching.” Simon remarked. He then grinned broadly and clenched his fists tightly in excitement. “Well, now that I know you’re really there, I’m not going to let anyone take me down no more. There’s no way I’m going to let you see someone humiliate me on the field ever again. Simon Powell is gonna be unstoppable!”
“Some things never change.” Logan laughed.