Chapter 6 #15
Adrian remained silent, yet he shifted slightly, no longer positioned directly atop Logan.
Instead, he lay carefully beside him, one arm draped warmly and steadily over Logan’s torso, gently exploring his skin in a soft and soothing caress.
It was all the strength Logan needed to keep going.
Adrian never asked much about Logan’s family, but Logan always felt that Adrian just understood.
As if Adrian read the unwritten words, gathered the loose evidence, and compiled them into a whole puzzle that told the story of Logan without bothering Logan to share the details.
“I do come from a wealthy family. I attended the best schools, no matter what. Never had a financial struggle. But it wasn’t easy.
” He paused again, and this time he couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped his lips.
“I always had to prove myself, to be worthy of my name, to make my dad satisfied. I always did what he wanted. He didn’t even have to tell me, most of the time I just knew.
If I wanted him to pay for school, I had to study what he chose.
And I did it, not because I was lazy or didn’t want to work, but because I wanted him to approve of me.
I wanted him to look at me with pride. But it rarely worked.
He always made sure to tell me how I could do things better. Be better.”
Logan’s voice grew softer, and Adrian could hear the undertones of a pain that had gone unspoken for too long. When Logan stopped speaking, Adrian’s gentle response came. “So, you left.”
“Yeah.” Logan nodded against Adrian, his body moving closer, as if clinging to a lifeline in open water.
“One of the few choices I made for myself. It felt good, you know?” His arms tightened around Adrian as he continued.
“To not give a damn about what he would think, or say, or how he’d ignore me the next day.
God, I hated it when he ignored me. Pretended I didn’t even exist.”
Logan’s voice broke slightly, and the morning light spilled across the room, soft yet unyielding, leaving him nowhere to hide.
Vulnerability felt sharper in daylight, every truth laid bare, but the gentleness of the hour made it almost forgiving.
Adrian was beside him, steady and patient, listening without a word.
Logan knew he wouldn’t judge. He could open himself completely, and if he asked Adrian to carry it into silence forever, he knew he would.
“It started when I was like ten or eleven. Him ignoring me, I mean.” Logan swallowed hard, feeling his throat tighten.
“I was surfing by that time. He didn’t know about it.
My mom got me a board when we got back home from the vacation where I started, and I spent a lot of time training.
I loved it. And when I was finally getting better, I told him.
” Logan’s voice wavered, and he tightened his grip on Adrian as if the memory was dragging him under.
“He didn’t like it. Said it was primitive.
Not a hobby for me. A waste of time. Something like that, he wanted me to take on a real sport, like football, baseball, basketball.
.. He didn’t speak to me for a month after that day.
” Logan’s voice cracked, and he let the silence fill the space for a moment, gathering himself.
“I almost quit, but my older sister wouldn’t let me. ”
The words hung between them, weighted with years of unspoken pain and defiance. Adrian’s hand moved slowly over Logan’s back, his touch a steadying force, like the rhythm of the waves that had always called to Logan.
“She told me I was good at it,” Logan said, his voice softer now, tinged with a faint warmth. “Told me I couldn’t let him take away what I loved. So I didn’t. Surfing became… it became my escape. My way to breathe. My freedom.”
Adrian shifted slightly, his body leaning back just enough to meet Logan’s gaze.
The room dimmed, bathed in soft rays of sunshine filtering in, illuminating the space as delicate motes of dust danced gracefully in the light.
Adrian sought Logan’s eyes, as if even the briefest connection could tether them both in this fragile, vulnerable moment.
His voice pierced the silence, tender and laden with anguish. “I’m so sorry, Lo.”
Logan shook his head, his hair brushing against the pillow. “It’s okay,” he murmured, though the words carried the weight of a thousand unshed tears. “No matter how much I hated him, I loved him. I wanted him to care about me.” He paused, his voice trembling as if carried by a gust of wind.
Adrian’s hand slid away from Logan’s back, and he cupped his face instead, his touch gentle but firm, like a lifeguard pulling someone from the undertow. He wanted to absorb all of Logan’s pain, to pull it from him and carry it away like the tide.
“And since then,” Logan continued, his voice quieter now, almost lost to the night, “he’s always ignored me whenever I did something he didn’t like. He’d come home, talk to my sisters, spend time with them, buy them gifts… but he ignored me. Like I never existed.”
Logan’s voice cracked, and Adrian felt it like a physical wound. He stayed silent, letting Logan empty his heart.
“My mom tried,” Logan whispered, his voice thick with memories.
“She’d spend time with me, buy me things, talk to me.
But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t her I wanted.
It was him. And the way he ignored me… it was like I wasn’t even a person.
If I was in the same room, I might as well have been a chair, or a picture on the wall.
” Logan’s breath hitched, and Adrian tightened his grip on him, steadying him like a rock in the storm.
“Once,” Logan continued, his voice fraying at the edges, “he picked my sisters up from school on a Friday and just… didn’t come home with them.
The whole weekend, I thought maybe they’d gone somewhere boring, maybe I wasn’t missing much.
But when they came back, their faces were glowing.
They told me about the carnival, the circus, the zoo—cotton candy, elephants, rides that made them scream until they laughed.
They got all of him. And I was left behind, like I didn’t even exist.”
“Lo,” Adrian whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve any of it.” He pulled Logan into a fierce embrace, his arms wrapping around him like a shield. “You didn’t deserve any of it.”
Logan nodded but said nothing. His silence was heavy, but Adrian didn’t push. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice a soft promise.
“Lo, you’re perfect,” Adrian murmured, his words a balm against Logan’s raw edges.
Logan closed his eyes and sighed deeply, those words sinking into him, a sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
Adrian brushed his lips over Logan’s, a tender, ghost-like touch that seemed to say I see you, I feel you, I’m here.
Logan inhaled sharply, as if Adrian’s breath was filling his own lungs, and in that moment, he felt lighter, freer.
“I never told anyone about this,” Logan muttered, his words brushing against Adrian’s lips like a secret carried on the wind.
“Thank you for trusting me,” Adrian whispered back, his voice trembling with gratitude.
Logan leaned forward and kissed him again, their lips meeting in a quiet, unhurried dance.
The kiss deepened, their bodies pressing closer together, their shared warmth chasing away the chill of painful memories.
Logan’s hands gripped Adrian tightly, afraid to let go, and Adrian melted into him, their hearts beating in sync.
Logan felt heat bloom through his body, his need rising.
Adrian’s body against his stirred him, and he could feel Adrian’s thick cock pressing against his, the lightest of touches as Adrian softly, almost instinctively, rubbed his shaft against Logan’s, chasing friction.
His heart ached for more, his body craved it, but Adrian didn’t push.
True to his nature, Adrian simply held him, his touch reverent, his focus entirely on Logan’s lips and the moment they shared, their bodies wanted, but the light and soft touches were enough for now.
When the kiss finally broke, Logan was left breathless, his chest rising and falling. He closed his eyes and listened, focusing on the rapid thrum of Adrian’s heartbeat, the way Adrian’s body enveloped his own like a cocoon.
“My dad cut my wings so much,” Logan whispered brokenly, his voice cracking like fragile glass, “that I’m sure I’ll never be able to fly again.” His hand settled on Adrian’s hip, a quiet plea for reassurance.
Adrian’s voice came immediately, steady and unwavering. “That’s not true,” he stated, his hand finding the curve of Logan’s neck and massaging it gently, soothing him with the touch of someone who wanted to heal. “You ran away. You escaped. You’re already spreading your wings.”
Adrian’s fingers brushed Logan’s hair, his voice soft but full of conviction. “And from where I’m standing, Lo, they’re marvelous.”
Logan let out a shaky breath, Adrian’s words sinking into him like the tide retreating, leaving a calmer, smoother shore behind.