Hand spun fantasies

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Lisa: rocky has multiple sequels, that automatically makes it a classic :D besides, ben is 16, give him a break ;)

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Nb: I know I said I'd do Logan's pov in this chapter, but it didn't flow like I wanted it to. Next chapter however will definitely be in his pov. To be honest I wasn't entirely happy with this, it wouldn't come out how I wanted despite lots of tweaking :/ anyway, let me know what you think...



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chapter 4

Mark rips his hand away like it's been burned, seconds before he's yanked off the sofa by the collar of his shirt.



"He's eight-fucking-teen!" Logan shouts " I told you to stay the fuck away from him!"



"We're just watching a movie Logan, calm down!" I yell at him. 



Mark has his hands in front of him in a surrender posture, trying to placate him, but says "I'm a black belt Logan, get the fuck off me," and pushes Logan's hands off his shirt.



"We're just watching a movie... Gawd your an idiot! I've been trying to get into your pants for God knows how long! HE is not my type!"



With a final glare, he storms out of the apartment.



Well... that was a revelation...



I stand up carefully, not sure how balanced I'd be without my crutches, but sitting was not an option. Not when Logan's glaring form is towering over me.



I gingerly put all my weight on my left foot, then look at him, not knowing what to say. My mouth comes up with "you're early..."



"I'm early?" he's closing in on me, his voice tightly controlled, a muscle ticking in his forehead. "That's all you've got to say to me? I'm early? Well, I'm sorry I've inconvenienced you by coming back to my own fucking house!" 



"That's not what I meant, " I say calmly



"Yeah? What did you mean then Ben? What would I have seen if I came any later? Him fucking you into the sofa? Or you sitting on that damn sofa staring at a fucking book, making me feel like prick?" 



"We were just watching a movie! What's so wrong with that?" I can't help my raised voice, because it just occurred to me that I haven't done anything wrong! He's standing there, all furious, looking like I killed his granddad or something, when all I did was watch a movie!



"And I suppose you had a cramp in your dick that he was massaging away? That's why his hand was on your crotch right?"



Oh, that.

How do I explain that?



I could say I was fantasizing about you, me, and a wall.

But I expect he won't be impressed with that answer.



"It's a long story," I say avoiding his angry gaze. I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm, blocking my retreat.



"I've got all day, I am after all, early," he says menacingly.



"I don't want to talk about it now," I try to free my hand from his bruising grip, but he's too strong.



"Tough shit, you don't have an option."



What?! Who does he think he is?! "I don't have an option? Frankly, It's none of your bloody business Logan!" I shout at him, fucking arrogant bastard!



"It's plenty my business if you're getting molested under my care!" 



"Well, I wasn't molested! And I'm not in your fucking care! I'm going home. This is beyond ridiculous!" I'm sooo frustrated I want to cry.



"Like fuck you are!" His grip tightens, and I can't help a whimper escaping.



"You're hurting me!" I say through clenched teeth. My eyes glaze over with unwanted tears. I'm not gonna cry. I fucking refuse to. Absolutely, categorically will not cry.

Fucking great; they're already rolling down my cheeks. Fucking traitors.

 

His grip instantly loosens, his thumb drawing soothing circles around my wrist. "You're so fragile..." he mutters, holding my hands up to inspect my wrists, seeing the freshly discoloured skin, his eyes cloud over.



"I'm sorry," he whispers, wiping my tears with his thumb, "please don't cry, I'm so sorry. I just saw him touch you, and a fuse blew in my head, please don't cry."



I push his hands away, angry with him, at this situation, and at myself for being so emotional. I'm such a fucking girl; it's officially official.



"You think I want to cry in front of you?!" He reaches for me again, but I slap his hands away. "You're off your head! I don't want to cry! I don't want you to see me this way!"



Hiccup 



Fucking great, that's all I need. I persevere though. This needs saying; my bastard body reactions will not deter me.



"I wish you weren't such a bastard." hiccup "I wish I wouldn't feel so small when you're around." hiccup "Ok, so you don't like me..." hiccup "there's a way of saying things you know?" hiccup " you don't have to go all out to humiliate me." hiccup "and the absolute horror of my situation is" hiccup "I can't switch my feelings off, just like I can't switch these fucking tears off, and if you weren't such a bastard," hiccup " you'd walk away and give me a minute to compose myself." hiccup "then you'd let me pretend that this didn't fucking happen." hiccup. 



He reaches for me again, but again, I slap his hands away, only this time he doesn't take no for an answer, and pulls me firmly into his arms. I squirm trying to get away, but his arms only tighten around me, enveloping me in his warmth and intoxicating scent.



He rocks me in his embrace, and I feel myself calming down. 



My tears finally subside, but the hiccups remain.



He pulls back and cradles my face with his hand, tracing my tear-stained face with his thumb.



"You're such an arse." I tell him sincerely, making him chuckle.



"Anybody tell you, you've got a filthy mouth?" he asks. His gaze drops to my mouth, and lingers there, making me gulp. I unconsciously lick my lips, which are suddenly very dry, and get startled when I hear a sharp intake of breath. I quickly dart my eyes to his face, only to see him looking intently back at me, steel determination colouring his handsome face. 



He entangles his hand in my hair and tilts my face upwards, looking straight at me, as he lowers his face to mine. He stops just a breath away from my lips.



"You get to say no now. If you don't want this, you speak up now, while I still have some control," he says hoarsely.



To answer his question, I close the distance between us and kiss him. He groans in response, his hand tightening in my hair, as he angles my head in a way that allows him to deepen the kiss. He nips at my lower lip, then swipes his tongue soothingly over it, demanding access to my folds, which I happily give.  He dominates my mouth so skillfully, taking my breath, literally, away.  When he senses my need for air, his mouth trails open-mouthed kisses over my jaw, and down to my neck, where he nips the skin just above my collar bone, alternating between sucking and lapping, before he moves on to another area, giving it the same attention. My heartbeat is beating so loud, I'm sure he can hear it.



He slowly lowers me onto the sofa, and curves himself around me with my head resting on his hammering heart.



"Ben..."



"Hmm"



"Why was Mark touching you?"

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   Tbc.



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