Body Talks

Your Body Talks

Sitting on the lid of the toilet, foot tapping with pent up nervousness. Logan feels like a nervous wreck. The stall is small, the kind where the door doesn't touch the floor or the ceiling. His hand are in the front pocket of his hoodie. He's waiting and listening, intently.

The door to the bathroom creaks open. His ears perk up and his gaze freezes on the floor in front of him. He's getting hopeful. He shouldn't be feeling hopeful.

A few footsteps later and a pair of white air max Nikes stop to a stand in front of him, just on the other side of the door to his stall. He hangs back, holding his breath. Closing his eyes for just a moment, licking his lips, he hears a sigh from outside the stall. As he opens his eyes the door swings open and Jake is in his lap.

It all happens so quickly there's no time to react, Jake is straddling him on top of the toilet, his mouth crushed against Logans. His body incredibly close, hands in his hair, his breath hot on Logans face as Logan opens up his mouth to receive Jake's tongue. Jake is all Logan can smell, all Logan can feel.

His lips are soft, supple, but the slight scruff on his chin rubs against Logan's own and the feeling turns him on more than anything, for some reason. Jake is just on the cusp of manhood, he just started shaving – Logan would know, he taught him.

Jake lets out a soft but deep moan as Logan wraps his arms around his waist and drags his huge hands down his back. Logan smiles, licking at Jake's lips, leaning forward into the boy. His body feels electric, "I didn't think you'd come" he let's out in a deep murmur as Jake's hips grind into his lap. Jake grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls it roughly, 'causing Logan to hiss through his teeth. "Shut up" Jake responds sharply, grabbing the sides of Logan's head roughly as he smashes their open mouths together. Jake's dick is insanely hard, Logan can feel the heat of the member radiating against his own and the feeling makes his stomach burn with anticipation and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Grabbing Jake by the ribs Logan lifts him easily and shoves him up against the door of the bathroomstall, knocking the breath out of Jake slightly. Looming over the shorter boy he presses his hips into his brothers'.
"Why the fuck did you come here, Jake?" Logan breathes against Jake's neck. All he wants is for his brother to say it, actually saying it though might actually bring him over the edge. Jake only growls, pulling at the hair at the back of Logan's head. They're both strong for their age, fighting as much as they're necking. "Fuck off" Jake snarls shortly. Logan laughs, deep in his throat, licking up Jake's.
"Don't you mean 'fuck me'?" Logan teases. Jake gives out a deep moan but doesn't have time to respond as panic strikes his body, he hears footsteps approaching the bathroom door.
Logan hears them as well, quickly and roughly silencing Jake with one hand as he lifts his brother up with the other, hoisting and pinning him up against the bathroom door. Jake's feet hang around Logan's knees now, cleverly concealing the fact that the older boy is not alone in the stall. They stay like that, frozen and close as they hear mumbles from outside the stall, shuffling of feet, the taps turning on an off.

Jake's heart is beating hard in his chest, Logan can feel it against his own. Jake's eyes are looking down, his eyelashes fluttering nervously against his cheeks and in this moment; face flushed and bashful, Logan has never seen a prettier sight. He slowly slips his hand away from where it's been sitting over Jake's mouth and rests it around Jake's throat, Jake's eyes shift up and meets Logan's. As Jake's mouth is freed Logan places his mouth softly against Jake's. This is new for them.

Jake breathes heavily through his nose, willing the people outside not to notice him. Logan kisses him softly, hand under Jake's thigh, holding his brother up more with the weight of his body than his actual hands. Jake melts into Logan, letting out a small whimper. Logan grabs his brother by the jaw as the voices outside the door quiet for a second, before they resume talking and their footsteps trail towards the door of the bathroom.

As the door to the bathroom slams shut Logan pulls his lips away from Jake and laughs quietly, softly slapping Jake's cheek a few times. Jake looks flustered and distraught. Logan lets Jake's feet drop to the the ground as his hand slides from grasping Jakes chin down to his neck. Kissing him swiftly on the mouth.

"I've gotta go or I'm gonna miss third period" Logan says as he steps away from his younger brother. Jake doesn't say anything, leaning against the door for support, jaw clenched.
Logan picks up his backpack from the floor behind him, putting it on his back, adjusting the straps, his clothes and his hair. Jake studies him, wondering how he looks so easy.

"Hey," Jake whispers, regaining his brothers attention. Jake opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Logan looks at him, half expectantly, half understandingly.
"I know, I know" Logan says annoyed before pulling his brother off of the door and slipping past him out of the stall.
Jake listens to the sound of him walking away and the door shutting before sitting down on the toilet behind him, resting his head in his hands. He sighs deeply, rubbing his face as his knees start to bob restlessly, tapping his feet on the ground. His eyes are burning.
"Why do I do this to myself?" he whispers softly before slipping his hands off of his face, clearing his throat. He stands up slowly, and shrugs off the feeling of deep rooted self hatred and disgust. Walking out he takes a second to look at himself in the mirror, trying a confident cocky smile, only to drop it a millisecond later. He sighs at his reflection and exits the bathroom. 

(A/N: I wrote this late at night, in one sitting, just stream of consciousness - so please excuse any grammatical errors and/or misspelling.)