Hello fellow Literoticans, here is the fifth chapter to Heart of Gold series. I want to thank everyone who has shown support for me, my family, and people affected in the disaster through the many emails. I want to thank Waynesb54 for his contribution in the chapter. Don't forget to comment and to vote, yes vote! Without further ado, here's Brendan and Logan to all!
BRENDAN
I was not fond of being nervous. On the contrary, I usually was very cool, calm and collected, hardly ever letting anything get to me much.
So why is my heart beating so rapidly and thumping like it will rip out of my chest?
That's the question I kept asking myself as I waited on the corner of Wetmore and Plumber, listening to some power pop music and cracking my knuckles. I occasionally looked at the rearview mirror to see if he was arriving or not. So far... nothing.
I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples and looking in the mirror in an effort to keep from going crazy. Other than my own arctic blue eyes staring back, nothing else appeared.
I thought about the circumstances surrounding tonight. I gave Logan the choice to decide if our rendezvous was a "date" or a "night out hanging with a friend." Truth be told, I had him choose because I myself couldn't decide what it was.
I knew I was overanalyzing this, but I really wanted to know which option he chose. Was this really a night with a bud, just him and me having a rad time or was this something different? My heart thumped double time on the latter part, but both my mind and conscience were siding with the former.
I was waging an internal battle of wits when a knock on the car window shocked me out of my reverie.
"Hey...Brendan," Logan said, giving me a nervous wave.
Holy shit!
My breath faltered; sweat began to form on my forehead and the palms of my hands. Also, there was an involuntary tightening in my pants. Oh God! This is really happening!
I was so caught up in the shock that he was in fact truly here that I forgot to unlock the door for him, causing him to knock a second time. "Brendan...um...can you open up? It's really cold."
I stared at him and his eyes were glassy from the cold. I wondered if that skimpy jacket he had on was his signature clothing. He looked like he really tried to "dress to impress," all except for that jacket.
Get it together Brendan. I mentally shook myself and pushed the button to unlock the door, finally giving Logan the opportunity to enter the car. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere and I could only glance at Logan for a few seconds at a time. Each time I managed to look at him, he openly stared back at me with those beautiful eyes of his. His staring and the quiet were starting to make me feel uneasy. The scent from his cheap cologne filled the car.
I broke him out of his endless staring with a snap of my fingers. It only led to him becoming more reclusive and embarrassed. He blushed hotly, which made me fall for him even more.
"Uh...I think we should be going." I stammered. "I've got a very interesting evening planned," I teased mischievously, and to my amazement the red staining his cheek grew darker.
"Just sit back and relax." I connected my iTouch to the stereo, and a power pop song filled the car. "We'll be arriving at our destination in about thirty minutes." Logan nodded silently.
Halfway through the ride, I noticed that Logan had fallen asleep. A feeling of déjà vu occurred when I realized that Logan was sleeping in the exact same position he was in when I had given him a ride to his house earlier in the week. His head was pressed against the window, his mouth slightly open with a drop of saliva threatening to run down the side of his chin.
I smiled because, right then and there, I suddenly realized I had fallen hard for this poor bastard and there was nothing and no one that could stop me.
At each stoplight, I sat admiring the sleeping beauty on the seat next to me, almost as if he were an extraterrestrial. From time to time, I became so entranced by his exquisiteness that I hadn't noticed the streetlights changing until the cars behind me began honking. I refrained from flipping them off, as I was indeed at fault, and pulled off hoping that my sleeping Logan wouldn't wake from his slumber so that I could have another opportunity to stare at him.
I can't help it...he's gorgeous!!! Finally, something good was coming into my life that would take all the stress out of my life.
I hoped he felt the same way. I sighed as a small smile crept onto my face and stayed as I continued to drive in silence.
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We finally arrived at the destination I had picked for our "night out". It was a very popular Chinese restaurant, to which more than a few guys, wanting to score extra points, brought their dates. A few famous stars also ate there when they wanted to go low key without sacrificing on quality. I couldn't wait to have Logan try out their world-famous chicken spicy Lo-mien.
"Logan, wake up, we're here. Come on, wake up." I grabbed his arm and gently began to shake him while leaning closer and closer to the viewable portion of his creamy skin visible just above the collar of his shirt. Before long, my pleas for him to wake up were silenced by my lips touching his neck in a gentle caress. I didn't stop there; I kissed up and down the entire left side of his neck, receiving a satisfying groan from a waking Logan that caused my cock to harden.
"Brendan, uhh...Brendan," he moaned and leaned into my kisses. A satisfied and smug grin graced my face. His eyes blinked rapidly before opening and he tensed up from his involuntary reactions as he became more aware of his surroundings. He tried to move as far away from me as possible.
"What's wrong?" I asked nonchalantly, but didn't pull back.
"Ya...you were kissing my neck," he answered and the deep blush, which I had grown to love, flooded his neck and cheeks. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his temples and forehead, making me want to lick his worries away.
"Yeah, I didn't know it was a problem." I leaned in to continue the assault on his neck.
