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“Alright we got it, that was good. We’re done.” Logan declares, following the beep of his handheld camera. The last scene they needed was all wrapped up, which was surprising since it was only around midnight.
Lovell was the only other person there. The video was almost entirely Junior and Chef PeePee related, and since he was the only one with an opening in his schedule, Logan figured they’d shoot what they could today, and anything else they needed was reserved for tomorrow.
“We did that shit! My legs are fucking killing me though. Wanna hang?” Lovell asks enthusiastically as he stands up from his kneeling position in front of the red ‘upstairs’ couch. “It's only midnight dude! We got the whole night to ourselvessssss!” He grins and sticks out his tongue playfully.
“Yeah, that sounds fun, we haven't done anything in a while.” Logan shrugs, it's been a stressful few weeks trying to keep a consistent upload schedule, one that he has made entirely too difficult on himself. With Chilly gone though, and nothing to do, it seems like a good opportunity to catch up on some bonding time.
“Sick. I gotchu. You was telling me about those new games you got? Let's play for a bit before you gotta drive me back to my place." Lovell says, rubbing his hands together excitedly while Logan stands up and situates himself.
“You know I installed GTA five? I just never got around to it..” Logan brushes back the long hair that's so frequently getting in his face.
“Really? Damn dude.. I gotta make you play more shit with me!”
Logan's lack of time to hang out with Lovell also means a lack of time to play new video games, which is a shame. He enjoys trying new things, especially when they're together.
They both make their way into the hallway and down the staircase, talking about how the new game they're about to play compares to the previous ones. They're bound for Logan's living room, where his less than adequate set up is.
Once they get there, they both plop down and situate themselves on the couch that has the direct line of sight in front of the TV. “Now I haven't even finished the game myself—” Lovell leans back as he waits for Logan to fire up his console. “But you're crazy my guy.”
Logan grins and rolls his eyes “Y’know I just get busy.. or I’m replaying Super Mario Sunshine.” He laughs a little, a hint of embarrassment. “..But I've heard this is fun too.”
“Yeah, well it's good I'm here to help you and witness your first time. I wouldn't say it's better than the fourth buuuut.. it's the experience that counts.” Lovell casually pulls a rather large joint and a lighter out of his pocket while saying this.
“You mind if I smoke?”
Logan shrugs and waves his hand around “Nah. Let's air the place out after though.”
“Bet. Thanks G.” Lovell shrugs, and proceeds to spark up his lighter. Sticking the joint in his mouth, shielding the flame from the non existent airflow in the room.
Logan eyes him, he thinks for a second. He thinks about how laid back Lovell always seems, and how he envies that. He wonders if now would be a good time to test the waters. He’s trying not to make it too obvious that he’s debating on whether or not to ask for a hit right now though.
He’s never felt pressured to smoke with Lovell, especially because he's always been very understanding of Logan's choice not to join in. But it's been a stressful hell of a week– and with his physical health on the incline, he figures a little bit of experimentation won't hurt. He wants to unwind, especially if he and Lovell are going to be kicking it alone tonight.
He fiddles with his fingers for a second, nervously, not really knowing the best way to go about asking this very mundane question.
A question that Lovell would almost certainly say yes to.
“Hey. You mind if I try?” Logan blurts out, starting to bounce his knee nervously. Lovell blows his first puff of smoke into the air. “Really? Shit, man. Not at all. You sure though?” Lovell raises an eyebrow. This isn't really like Logan at all, so he's not surprised that Lovell is questioning him.
“Yeahhh, yeah. I've just been a little tightly wound lately. I wanna chill out tonight,” with you,
I want to chill out tonight with you. Is what he would say, if he wasn't afraid of showing the slightest bit of affection. “Y’know?” he adds.
“I mean.. Yeah dude go for it, I don't care. Just let me know if you're like, not good, y'know? You don't look like you're built for much.” Lovell sort of shrugs as he eyes Logan up and down, he's extremely skinny. That, paired up with his non-existent experience with any substances at all,
I mean hell, he barely drank caffeine for a majority of this life.
..it makes sense that Lovell would be nervous about how much he can tolerate. He holds the joint out, offering it to him nonetheless.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine, thanks.” Logan takes it from him, and hesitantly takes a quick draw, blowing the smoke into the room and then immediately coughing.
“You good?” Lovell grins and raises his eyebrow again as he watches Logan cough into his shirt sleeve. “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “all good.”
Lovell reaches over and pats him on the back. “So, you wanna get this game started.. or what?”
Logan nods sheepishly, picking up the controller and starting up the game. He notices Lovell staring at him now, he does this a lot.
Usually he’ll brush it off. Lovell is an attentive guy, you know? If Logan is talking, he’ll have Lovells full attention, and that's nice, but something about this is weird.. Maybe it's just because they're alone, and it's more noticeable or something.
On the bright side, Logan can already feel himself loosening up as the marijuana enters his system. Lovell takes another hit, and he playfully blows the smoke into Logan’s face as he's fixated on the TV.
Logan waves his hand around the smoke, and glares at him jokingly. “Y’know, I'm not gonna be able to play this game if you're messing with me, dick.”
“You're tripping man. I didn't do anything.” Lovell retorts, fully sunken into the couch at this point, completely spread out.
“Oh okay yeah, sure.” Logan smirks and glances at him again, they lock eyes for a second. Lovell is earnestly smiling up at him, he looks good. He's wearing one of his many (many) tank tops, one of the black ones. It shows off his arms, which are especially noteworthy, they’re draped over the back of the couch.
Logan adverts his eyes. That felt weird, like there's tension neither of them are addressing.
He chooses to ignore it, and directs his fingers out to signal he wants the joint. Lovell passes it to him and grins even bigger. “Damn Logan, you gonna smoke up all my shit?”
Logan takes the drag and blows the smoke back into Lovells face. “I’ve had like, two hits, relaaaxx.”
“I need to relax? Damn. Okay, you wanna play it like that?” Lovell taunts playfully. They make eye contact again, this time for much longer.
“Hah. I don't know what you mean, it's not my fault you only brought one joint.” Logan quips, crossing his arms, in the most dramatized, sassy way he possibly can.
“Yeah well, I didn't expect you to wanna toke up. You're too good for that usually, huh?” Lovell retorts back, with a certain twinge of sincerity, almost like he means it. Like he's talking down on Logan juuuuust a little.
Logan laughs for a second, but Lovell keeps pushing it. “You're too sensitive right? Too much of a pretty boy I guess.” he mocks.
Okay.
This isnt the first time he has teasingly called Logan pretty, but like, what the fuck does that even mean? Obviously it's a joke.. but why?
Logan's throat has become tight, he clenches his jaw and swallows. He doesn't know why that gets to him so bad, maybe it's the weed. Only God knows.
“What? You wanna back down now? Don't be a pussy Logan.” Lovell adds, still very much joking, or so it seems, but the energy in the room shifts.
Logan's breath hitches, and he awkwardly squirms on the couch, still holding the joint they're both sharing.
Bad idea, fuck.
The fabric of his shorts rubbing just right, combined with Lovells teasing causes him to thicken up in his shorts.
No way. There is no way he's popping a boner right now.
Surely this wouldn't be his first reaction if he was sober. So it's not that weird right? It happens, people get horny when they're high, he knows that's a thing that happens. Why this though? Why is this what sets him off? Why has God chosen this specific moment to be the one that turns him on?
He realizes just how long he's been making eye contact with Lovell, all the while trying to poorly conceal his growing erection that seems to only get worse the more he thinks about it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You good, dude? Sorry, I’m just playin’.” Lovell finally asks, he looks genuinely concerned.
“Uhm. Yeah, sorry, I zoned out. Must be the weed." Logan tries to lightly laugh it off but quickly falls silent again, finally averting his eyes away from Lovells, his cheeks are flushed pink, and his face is starting to form little beads of sweat.
“Ohh, yeah dude. That happens, you need me to take it?” Lovell gestures to the joint. Logan pauses for a second, “Yeah. Here, take it.” He exhales, this was a bit of a relief, as it's incredibly hard to cover a boner while holding anything, nevertheless an actively lit joint.
Logan passes it, now concealing himself with both hands, avoiding eye contact. His mind is hazy. He’s like a dog who just got into the trash and tore up a wad of paper towels, shameful and pathetic, avoiding any pair of eyes that might dart his way.
Lovell, ironically, won't stop looking at him. Trying to study his face to figure out what's wrong, which certainly didn't help the predicament at hand. Logan felt perverted.
..and why was he kinda into that?
The idea of excusing himself to the bathroom crosses his mind— he could rub it out quickly and this would all be over with. Yeah, that's an option. But he can't help intrusively imagine getting caught. He would get too loud or something, moan out on accident, then Lovell would come and barge in on him, thinking something was wrong. The embarrassment Logan would feel, and the look on Lovells face after witnessing Logan jerking himself off, all because of him. He would be disgusted. He would shame him, and tell him how fucking gross he is for getting hard after a simple joke he made.
“Fuck..” Logan accidentally whispers under his breath, he's doing anything in his power to not touch his dick at this point.
“What?” Lovells concerned expression grows, he most likely assumes Logan is in some sort of pain.
Logan finally makes eye contact with him again, occasionally checking him out, but he can't really control it. Has Lovell always been this hot? He's always been an incredible looking dude no doubt, Logan has always thought that. Maybe he's more comfortable admitting it to himself now?– Now that he's high out of his mind of course.
“Logan, are you good?” Lovell repeats, this time stern, like he's trying to get through that thick skull, still oblivious to what is happening right in front of him.
In such an intoxicated state of overwhelm, Logan gets fed up. He can't take it anymore. He can’t think of anything else, he can’t think of anything other than his dick in his hand while Lovell shames him relentlessly.
Fuck this. He needs to get it taken care of now, no time to run to the bathroom.
While still maintaining eye contact with Lovell, and not even fully realizing the severity of what he’s doing, Logan frantically sticks a hand down his shorts, feeling himself through his boxers. Is he fucking crazy? His cheeks flush more, the pink spreading farther across his face, he's embarrassed.
Seriously, what the fuck is he doing right now?
Lovell doesn't know what to say or do, he freezes as he watches his best friend start to fondle himself while they're making direct eye contact.
“Fuck.. Lovell, I’m sorry." Logan whines, his breath heavy, he can't control himself.
Lovells face contorts, not really comprehending just what Logan is doing. “Hahah.. Nah man.. you're a freak.” Lovell awkwardly laughs, “You're fucking with me right?”
“Mmn..” Logan just tilts his head down, his hair falling in his face, still maintaining the eye contact they have.
That's a no.
At this point his hand has made its way from the outside, to the inside of his boxers, directly on his cock now. This is so wrong. Fuck. he knows its wrong, that doesn't stop him, he just acknowledges in his head that its wrong.
"So.. nngmhh.. you think.. I'm pretty?”
What is he even saying?
“I think you're high as shit.” Lovell now shifts awkwardly in his own spot on the couch, trying to ignore his own issue that's currently developing.
Logan ignores what he says, pushing it further. “You wanna suck it? Or are you just gonna watch me beat off?” Logan mutters, truthfully this was a shoddy attempt at anything, but he was getting frustrated, he wanted this really bad.
“What? Seriously?” Lovells voice shakes, as if he doesn't already know his answer. Lovell probably knew his answer before any of this ever happened. In fact Lovell has probably known his answer for the better half of 6 years. Whatever Logan says, he would do it. Logan knows that.
Lovell gets visibly sweatier, he looks like his mind is running a hundred miles per hour.
“Fuck,” Logan swallows, “I literally don't care about anything else right now, suck my dick if you want, or shut up.” Logan says emphatically, he's trying to be assertive, he's trying to elicit any reaction he can out of Lovell.
Lovell gives in.
He immediately nods, snuffs out his joint, and scoots onto the floor, kneeling in front of Logan. He offers his hands for whatever he needs to do for him, no questions asked.
“Yeah— good, fuck.” Logan pants out as they’re both frantically trying to get his own shorts and boxers off. They successfully pull them both down to his ankles, revealing his cock, the tip already wet with precum. Lovell is enamored by it, it's almost cute in a way.
“You want to really— you really wanna do this?” He looks up at Logan, waiting for his approval.
God would never let him live this down, but he wants it more than anything, maybe more than Logan does.
“Just do it already.” Logan mutters, palming the back of Lovells head and forcing it down onto the length of his dick.
This takes him by surprise. Admittedly, Logan is a bit below average, about four inches. It’s easy for Lovell to take the entire thing in his mouth, his nose now tickled by the blonde hairs at the base.
Nonetheless, Lovell is obviously into it, he doesn't question anything anymore. He swallows around it, as he does his best to maintain eye contact with Logan who now has his free arm draped across his forehead.
“Fuck,” Logan chokes, his breath shaking, furrowing his eyebrows as he allows Lovell to pull away from his cock, a sticky mix of precum and saliva darkening his lips. “Your mouth feels good.”
“Yeah?” Lovell pants out before lowering his head down to the base of Logan’s dick, proceeding to lick up the length. He's teasing him.
Logan is honestly surprised at Lovells willingness to do this for him. It was kind of funny, y’know? In the beginning he was getting off on how wrong it felt, how weird it was to touch himself in front of his best friend. Now he's getting off on how eager Lovell is to help him.
“Yeah. God— keep going..” Logan whines desperately. Throwing any sense of morality out window at this point, As he so often does. He's definitely not loyal, he feels too unsatisfied most of the time, at no fault of his girlfriend or any of the other women he pays to sleep with him. He's never done this with someone so close to him though, let alone another man. It feels different.
His body flushes as the reality of the situation hits him, he would be lying if he’d say he cared. All he can think about is Lovell and the beautiful wide eyed stare he's giving him as he swirls his tongue around the head of his cock.
Logan throws his head back onto the couch cushion behind him and groans, his mind reeling and incoherent. “Fuck Lovell, how much cock do you suck?” He mutters, almost teasingly. He’s surprisingly good. Lovell sloppily pulls off Logan's dick that's now slick from his saliva. He grins, spit dribbles down his chin. “Just yours, beautiful.”
Logan's cock twitches, and his hips nearly buck out of instinct. It's a compliment he rarely gets. A burning sensation swells in his abdomen and his cheeks flush even more, his whole body feels like it's on fire.
“Lovell,” he covers his face with both his arms, his breath staggered and heavy. “Call me that again.”
“What? Beautiful? you like being called that while I suck you off?” Lovell teases, trying to mask his own excitement as much as he can, palming his erection.
Logan just nods and lets out another small whimper, trying to resist the urge to jerk himself off while Lovell is teasing him. “You're a pervert man, y’know that? You're making me do all this nasty shit.” Lovell smiles, but it's ironic, because he has a raging boner right now, and was very eager to help Logan just a few moments ago.
“Fuck. Fuck me.” Logan pleas. He bites back any more sounds that try to escape from his lips. Lovell nods and eagerly takes Logan in his mouth again, this time while rubbing himself through his own shorts.
Logan lets out a moan, he wants to tell Lovell how good he's doing, not that his body language isn't an indicator enough. Instead he tries to elicit another reaction.
“Fuck. Loser faggot. You’ve probably always wanted my cock in your mouth.” He mutters while peeking out from under his arms.
Lovell just nods again, bobbing up and down slowly, his eyes turning glassy and desperate, his hand down his boxers now. Again, Ironically he forgets that just moments earlier he was trying to dominate the conversation, It’s like a game they're playing, something they're fighting over. Logan is winning.
“Fuuuuck. Good boy, don't stop please.” Logan whispers under his breath, bringing one of his arms down from his face to caress Lovells cheek.
Lovell speeds up, his cheeks hollowing from the tight suction he's keeping around Logan's cock.
Logan is overwhelmed and dizzy, he loves how good Lovell looks around him, it's the best he's felt in weeks. The warm sensation in his gut is getting more intense.
In utter disarray and desperation he brings his free arm off of his face and begins holding the back of the couch for stability as he thrusts his hips the best he can.
“You wanted this, you sicko. I saw you eyeing me all night," Logan pants through labored breaths, his face slick with a sheen of sweat. “It was only a matter of time before you asked to suck me off, im- nngh– being nice.” It got him off degrading Lovell, he really doesn't care who it's happening to, as long as it's happening.
Lovell maintains eye contact, his eyebrows upturned, he's needy and trying his best not to come from hearing those words alone. He’s putting in all his effort to make Logan feel as good as possible, using his tongue when he can, but its hard to do much of anything being fucked in the face.
“Fuck Lovell. You're too good, I'm close already.." Logan stutters, speeding up his thrusts, getting more sloppy in his intoxicated haze.
Lovell picks up his pace as well, throating Logan's entire length and doing his best to keep on rhythm with the inconsistency of Logan’s hip movements.
“Keep– oh fuck me. Lovell, keep doing that.” Logan sputters, his mouth hanging open, a bead of drool escaping the corner of his lips. The sensation in his abdomen reaches closer to its peak with each jolt he makes. “I’m gonna come, fuck.”
Following a rather loud whine, Logan releases himself into Lovell's mouth, holding the back of his head down making sure everything is contained. With a shudder, Logan collapses back onto the couch, going limp like everything has just been drained out of his body. The only movement coming from his chest as he catches his breath.
The collapse causes his cock to fall out of Lovells mouth, who is also reeling over the fact he just got a load from his best friend shot into the back of his throat. His lips reddened and wet, he swallows, and wipes the excess moisture on his arm. His other arm is still tucked away in his shorts.
“Fuck. Logan..” Lovell murmurs under his breath, still softly stroking himself through his boxers. “You gonna help me take care of this now?”
“Hah.” Logan huffs a slight chuckle, he's not all quite there, his vision foggy and his head still dizzy.
“Seriously.. please,” Lovell slowly stands up, all the while admiring the state Logan is in. This is his best work yet. “I did you a favor, now I want you to do me one.” Lovells voice shakes as he undoes his own shorts.
Logan repeatedly blinks, still regaining his sight and some sort of semblance of what's happening. “Fuck. Okay, you're right.” he pants, starting to retrieve his boxers from his ankles.
Before Logan can fully get himself covered back up, Lovell has his hand in his hair, gripping it and using it as leverage to jerk his chin up to look at his waist. Logan's lips hang open.
Lovell says nothing, his breathing heavy, and quite shaky. He lets his hand fall out of Logan’s hair as he fumbles with the waistband of his boxers, they're tight around his swollen dick, which has left behind a delightful little wet spot. He pulls them down just enough to reveal it, hard and thick, glistening in the light of the room.
“Damn, Lovell..” Logan whispers, he’s slightly intimidated. He’s never had to suck off a guy before, let alone one who's packing as much as Lovell is. “I want you to, but uh.. squeeze my left hand if you need an out.” Lovell murmurs softly, a little embarrassed. He's ashamed that he wants this so bad.
Logan nods, and after a few seconds of staring, he hesitantly wraps one hand around the base Lovells cock. His breath shaky and hot, he lets his tongue slightly breach his lips, just barely touching the tip that's right in front of his face.
He looks up at Lovell, before taking the head in his mouth. It's much warmer than he would have expected. He takes his time, licking and sucking the small portion he has chosen to practice on.
Lovell groans, he's not all that far away, he's worked himself up a great deal already. He intertwines his fingers into Logan’s long dirty blond hair once again, gripping it gently.
Logan tests the waters, he places one hand on Lovells hip, while he tries to work more of the length into his mouth. He begins a slow rhythm, sloppily licking around where he can.
“Shiiit Logan.. that's good..” Lovell rasps, pushing himself deeper into Logan's throat. He gags around him causing Lovell to immediately pull out, letting Logan catch his breath. This irritates him a bit, not genuinely, but he doesn't want Lovell to decide when enough is enough.
“You good?”
“Yeah. I’m fine, I didn't squeeze your hand did I?” Logan sputters, he knows his own limits, he has some experience with tubes down his throat. “Be quiet, and fuck my face. That's what you want right?” He can read it on his face, that is exactly what Lovell wants.
He nods, pushing Logan's head back onto him desperately, he swallows around him this time, causing Lovell to let out a small groan.
He keeps a steady pace, gripping Logan's hair as he looks up, his blue eyes wet from the previous gag. “God Logan.. if I didn't know any better I'd think I was getting head from a bitch right now,” Lovell says roughly under his breath.
Logan smiles, at least, he tries to, it's not the easiest with a dick in his mouth. He attempts to take the rest of Lovell, gagging around him once again. He pulls off for a second to catch some air, his breath hitching, he breaks their gaze.
“I know you can take it.” Lovell mutters, running his fingers through Logan's hair, before grabbing back onto it, and using it as leverage to make him look upwards again. Lovell proceeds to spit on his face. “You're my bitch,” Lovell taunts. “I know you like that nasty shit.”
Logan's fetishes are a mystery to no one, go figures.
He goes to say something, but before he can get the words out, Lovell is already forcing him to swallow his cock again. Logan sloppily takes it, allowing Lovell to take full control and fuck his face for all of 10 seconds before he speeds up, chokes out an incomprehensible string of words, curses, and Logan's name, and then he comes, releasing himself into Logan's mouth. His whole body tensing up, and then melting, with a dying grip on the hair in his hand.
“Fuck.” Lovell finally exhales out as his cock falls from Logan's lips. He staggers for a second, and then falls forward onto the couch right beside Logan. Both utter disasters, the sound of their panting fills the room.
Once the second wave of shock wears off, Logan pulls his boxers and shorts back up over himself. He takes a glance at Lovell, who has his arms draped over his face. Out of what? Embarrassment? Shame? The realization of how fucked up this all was? Definitely all three. Logan is questioning himself too, coming down from his high.
Is this what weed does to you? It makes you gay? Is Lovell gay? All the time? Surely not. Surely it just makes you do questionable, gay things with your friends. But that's not gay, gay. That's what he tells himself anyways.
“Hey. uh.. you good?” Lovell questions, breaking Logan’s train of thought, which he was apparently so lost in he didn't realize Lovell had recovered and put his own shorts back on.
“I don't wanna talk about it.” Logan cringes at the thought of ever bringing this up again, of course he enjoyed it, deep down. That doesn't make it okay in his world in any sense though.
“Yeah, good, cool. That's cool.” Lovell awkwardly wipes the sheen of sweat off his forehead. “Good game, huh?” He chuckles, trying to diffuse the tension, and it works a bit, Logan lets out an exhale laugh from his nose.
“Yeah. You're telling me." he runs his hands through his hair.
The silence that follows is agonizing.
…
“What about that ride home, huh?” Logan breaks up the loud silence after what felt like minutes, just sitting there, basking in what they had done.
“Yeah man. Sounds good.”
They don't say a single word to each other on the drive home, with another filming day lined up they know it won't be long until they're together again anyways.
Next time won't end up so weird. By next time they’ll be sober enough to have forgotten this whole thing even happened in the first place. Right? They know that's unlikely. They weren't even that high.
Both of them have a mutual understanding now, the mutual understanding that they both most definitely wanted this. The mutual understanding that they probably both jerk off to the thought of each other.
They know whose names will escape each other's lips when they're alone in the dark, on those rough nights where they can't fall asleep, with no woman to fill the void for them.