i've never felt this way before

Jackson’s lips met Logan’s forehead, and smile formed on Logan’s lips. He lived for those small gestures that Jackson did, most of them just mindless things that he didn’t even realize he was doing.

Like when they would hold hands, and Jackson would subconsciously run his thumb over Logan’s knuckles. Or when they would watch movies together, he would always make Logan put his head in his lap just so he could run his fingers through his hair throughout the whole movie.

Logan blushed lightly when Jackson told him he was amazing. He sure did that a lot, but Logan didn’t mind. It definitely made him feel a bit better about himself.

"You’re amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," Logan looked at the boy with furrowed brows, before shaking his head and laughing along with Jackson.

There was a bathroom in Logan’s room, so Jackson didn’t have to go very far. Logan raised his brows at Jackson’s question, and opened his mouth to speak. But before he could say anything, Jackson stuck his tongue out and closed the door.

Logan giggled to himself, shaking his head. Only a few seconds past, and the bathroom door opened again. “Logie?” He looked up at the nickname.

Why do you have a razor in your bathroom?

His heart dropped to his stomach. How could he be so careless? He racked his mind for an answer, and finally spoke.

He pressed his lips against the males, and smiled. Moving a hand to the back of his neck, he gently laid Logan onto his back as he bent over him, his lips still locked with the blonds. Then for a second, Jackson pulled back, but rested his forehead on Logans', looking him the eyes.

"So, did you think about how amazing you are?" He questioned him with a glint in his eyes, his whole body on fire- he wanted Logan, and he thought for second maybe tonight could be the night. "Because, that's all I ever think about, " Jackson kissed Logan again, "Every second of the day." Another kiss.

With one hand supporting him, he used his other to bring it up to Logan's hair, running his fingers though his blond locks.

You really need to go out and do more things. Logan scrunched up his face. If only Jackson knew. He would go more places if he just wasn’t so… sad, all the time. That’s why he only ever went between the office and his house.

Jackson sat down beside him, and Logan smiled lightly as he pulled his body towards his. The tan boys arms wrapped around his body, and Logan laid his head in his chest, taking in his scent. 

"You're so amazing, you know that?" He whispered in hushed voice, the comforting silence around them breaking for a moment just so Jackson could ask Logan. Just a second passed. and a familiar tugging in Jackson's lower abdomen manifested itself. Jackson sighed, and then shifted off of Logan, looking at him with a funny glint in his eyes. 

"You're amazing, and while you think about that I gotta pee," he chuckled to himself as he got off the bed and rushed into the bathroom. He stood there on the other side of the doorway, and then looked at Logan. "You want this open or not?" He spoke with humor, as he raised his eyebrows sexually, but before Logan could reply Jackson stuck his tongue out at the boy and shut the door.

Jackson laughed at himself, and then turned around, beginning to walk to the toilet until a bright shiny object caught his eye. The metallic object rested on the sink counter, and Jackson walked over to look at it. A razor? Why would Logan have a razor in his room? Jackson picked it up, and held the razor in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows at the object and then set it down.

Jackson was on his way over, so that made him feel a bit better. Logan wasn’t sure why, but his depression had been getting a lot worse lately. No one knows about his illness yet, he’s just too afraid to tell anyone. Especially Naomi and Rory, because he had been hiding it from them for three years.

The blond boy exited the bathroom, and walked into his room, sitting on his bed. looking up at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so sad? He didn’t want it anymore. He didn’t-

"Honey, I’m home." Jackson’s voice sounded through the house, making a smile form on Logan’s lips. "I’m in my room!" He called to his boyfriend. He heard the door close, and footsteps toward his room.

Jackson poked his head in the door, and smiled widely at the blonde. “What’s up, babe?” The tan boy asked, greeting Logan with a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Whats up, babe?" And then he walked in gave a quick kiss to Logan. He listened to Logan speak for a second, and then he chuckled. Whenever he was around Logan, he just felt better- alive. He smiled, and then looked at Logan, biting his bottom lip.

"Well, I'm sorry your day was unproductive," he chuckled again, "You really need to go out and do more things." Then Jackson pulled the boys body towards him, holding him against his own body. "Or not, what ever makes you happy, like letting me hold you, right?"

He shuttered as the final hunter dropped dead, their skin torn, muscles and blood exposed. He gasped lightly when Jackson himself dropped to the floor.

He watched as he gasped for air, clutching the grass beneath him. At this point, Logan didn’t know what to think. He had known Jackson was a witch, but he didn’t know what his powers were. Now he knew they were deadly.

When Jackson spoke, it didn’t sound like his voice. He sounded tired, like he had just woken up from a long sleep. Logan let out a shaky breath, and looked around at the scene around him.

They tried to separate them.

"I-I know," the brunets voice sounded off, and he could hear a slight crack in his words. His muscles continued to ache, and Jackson thought then and there that maybe Logan hated him. He did just kill three hunters on the spot, but he did it for them.

Jackson pulled himself off the ground, his head swimming. All of his energy was drained, and he wished he could just go to sleep and rest. "I-I had to save you, they tried to take you- I."

His voice trailed off, and for once he didn't know what to say.

The hunter’s words echoed in his mind, and everything around him started to move in slow motion. He gripped Jackson’s hand with extreme force, beginning to shake as three of the hunters advanced towards them.

"Jackson!" He shrieked, as two of the hunters began pulling at Jackson. "No!" He struggled against the hunter that grabbed him. He could feel his fingers slipping from Jackson’s grip, and he let out a sob. "Let me go!" He yelled, trying to elbow the hunter that had a grip on him.

Logan let out a scream when Jackson’s hand slipped out of his, and the other boy was on the floor. The hunter saw his advantage, now that Logan’s other hand was free, and grabbed his other arm, pulling him further away from Jackson with extreme force. Tears were rushing down the blonde boys face, and his mind was spinning. What was he supposed to do? Make them go to sleep? What if they killed Jackson?

Suddenly, Logan dropped the ground with a thump. He looked around, confused. He turned to the hunter that had apprehended him, and his eyes widened. He was now covered in blistering red patches, which was itching at furiously.

He looked over to Jackson, who looked extremely different; scary, almost. Logan gasped when he noticed the boy’s eyes glowing a bright white, starring down the ring leader of the hunters.

No one touches my boyfriend.

Jackson’s voice was much deeper now. Was he even the same person anymore? Logan didn’t know; his whole body shook with fear, slowly backing away from the horrifying scene.

He held out his hand, palm up, and started to close his hand into a fist. The leader looked at him in horror, and then looked down at his skin, which boils were now appearing all over himself and the others.

"Oops," Jackson spoke with no emotion, a smile hanging off his lips. Now, all he needed to do was.. 

One by one, each of the hunters grabbed their necks, gasping for air. Every inch of skin was red, covered in boils and hives. It was pretty gruesome, but they tried to take Logan away from him. They deserved it.

Jackson brought his arm back to his side, and grinned. Eyes still looking at the leader, he noticed his eyes turn glossy, and then they all dropped to the floor. Once he knew they were all dead, Jackson gasped and then fell to the floor himself.

His muscles ached, and he felt like he was going to pass out. He grasped the grass beneath his hands, dirt beneath his finger nails, and he looked up to find Logan.