#wordsofwhisper

Logan felt a little weird… self-conscious, even. It wasn’t unusual for Logan to spend some evenings with Arthur and Adrian, he was getting a lot friendlier with Arthur now (to the point where they could hang out without Adrian’s supervision) and Adrian was still his best friend. They often hung out to watch a big game, have a movie marathon or sometimes they went out to the bar. Tonight was just a quiet guy’s night in with some Marvel movies playing in the background as they laughed and chatted amongst themselves. Well, that’s what usually happened, tonight was a little different, the conversation seemed uncertain and it was obvious that something was up, but what?

The couple were notorious for being sickly sweet together in their own home, but they seemed to be whispering to each other a lot and glancing his way. Logan knew they were up to something, they were scheming something and it had something to do with him… but what? Hours he sat there, whenever they left the room to get drinks or something, he would hear the murmur of their voices through the wall, now and then hearing something that sounded oddly like his name. Logan left the room to pretend to go to the bathroom, and he then heard the murmuring from outside the the room.

“We should just come out and say it. He’ll take it well.” That was Arthur’s voice, obviously reassuring Adrian, who didn’t sound convinced when he replied, “Arthur, he’s my best friend! What if he can’t stand the sight of me after we tell him?” Logan was at first happy to hear he was his best friend – it always helped to hear it – but then frowned at the next bit. What was so bad that Logan could not stand the site of Adrian? “Adrian,” Arthur began again, “Logan is a great, open minded guy… even if he doesn’t like the offer I don’t think…” he started, but Logan didn’t want to hear anymore and he moved into the room, making sure they could see the curiosity in his face, “So, what do you guys want to ask me?” he asked, causing the other two to exchange glances as if trying to decide who was going to take the responsibility. In the end, it was Adrian, “”Logan, do you know what a polyamorous relationship is?”

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They were newly married and had left Susie and Lucy in Arthur and Adrian’s capable hands. For their honeymoon, they had saved up to go pretty much wherever they wanted, the wedding had been simple enough. But Lexie knew there was someone they had to see. Lexie pushed it, knowing Milena would just wave it off and she it was fine and she didn’t need to see her... but Lexie knew better. She had fluttered her eye lashes and insisted it had been for her, Lexie wanted to see her mother-in-law, who had been unable to attend their wedding. 

Lexie knew things weren’t perfect between Milena and her mother, but Alexis had never been one to just accept how things are. She figured if she made an effort and showed Mrs Westbrookethat there wasn’t anything wrong with what they had, then maybe things would be better. And if not? At least she could say she tried. They had booked the same flight as Gloria to California, allowing for Milena to have a Rivera on either side of her. They both chatted, trying to ease Milena as they journeyed to the West Coast. 

Oh no…

No no no no

He can’t have…

The - hiccup!

Oh shoot.

“You alright there, Adrian?” Arthur asked, glancing over and Adrian nodded, trying to hold his breath before his body convulsed and he released another hiccup and Logan popped his head round the door from in the kitchen, “Has someone been rushing his food again?” he asked, his tone patronising. Adrian had been about to defend himself when he hiccupped again and Arthur chuckled, “Let’s get him some water…” he said and Logan came over with a cup but as Adrian went to drink it, he hiccupped again and the water ended up down his shirt – causing Arthur and Logan to chuckle, “Oh dear, Adrian…” Arthur shook his head, “This looks serious.” Adrian glared at him, but the effect was lost as he hiccupped once more, causing Logan to laugh, “Stand on your head!” he said, “No… hold your breath for 10 seconds…” “Wait I heard if we stick a finger in his-“ “Oh! I heard that too! Let’s try that.” “Guys…” Adrian interrupted them, before releasing another hiccup, “You aren’t putting your fingers anywhere …” Logan pouts, “You don’t normally mind when we do it…” he said, cuddling up closer to him. Adrian raised an eyebrow and hiccupped again and he shook them off, “It will pass on its own… geeze…” hiccup! “You guys are pains in the butts…” “Well, when you let us be” Arthur replied quickly and Logan laughed, “Nice.” He said and they gave each other a high five and Adrian just stared between them and sighed, “Why did I say yes to this arrangement?” he hiccupped again and Logan smirked, “Because we’re hot and funny.” He said. And Adrian smirked, “Mm… I’m not too sure about that.”

How hadn’t she had figured it out before? She was usually so good at being able to tell when a guy was into her, then again men were not usually subtle when they approached her. Her outfit screamed “slut” to them so they treated her like she had no feelings and would just outright ask her. Cameron was different, of course he was different. She didn’t normally hang out with the super religious conservative types, for obvious reasons, but there was something about him she really liked. For someone who went to Church every Sunday and volunteered there during the week, who wanted to work in politics, he didn’t seem to judge her like the rest. He spoke to her like a human being and that was more than enough for Emma to just accept him as her friend.

They had met in her shop and Cameron had been trying to find a new outfit. He had been so endearing that Emma could feel the urge to protect him from the world – or at least from the hangers and shelves that he bumped into. She had invited him to the mall soon after when there was a huge sale on. The mall was packed even by opening time and Emma had felt Cameron’s hand in hers as soon as the security guards came to open the door and she smiled to herself. It was nice having a taller guy with her, she could weed through the crowds but if she got lost she got really lost with the towering girls above her. Cameron kept his hand tight in hers – though it made it difficult to look through all the rails to find something good. But Emma always found a way and they ended up leaving with several bags between them of clothes. Cameron was a real gentleman and carried several of her bags despite having only one of his own.

Then one day she decided to take him to a mini-concert in the park, meaning another large crowd and again, he latched onto her hand. It was really sweet, Emma couldn’t help but wish a guy like him would be able to be with a girl like her. He seemed concerned about her safety. He even took her onto his shoulders so she could see the band performing when a tall guy stood in front of her. She felt a little weary – she was wearing shorts that barely reached her knee and she couldn’t help but wonder what he would think but he was perfectly nice about it all. Emma longed to be the girl he ended up with, but she knew soon he will probably marry the vicar’s daughter or something and have a safe but nice life. And when that time came, she would lose the charming prince who had made her feel safe.

Damn it.

Damn damn damn it.

This is what happens when you dont pack properly before your two week honeymoon away from home and when your just-wife doesn’t know you have to shave your chest almost daily in order to be smooth. He liked the look, he thought it looked a lot tidier and if he wanted to run for mayor one day, he had to look the part. And it wasn’t like he was keeping it from Emma… he just didn’t think it mattered because he always shaved it.

But not this holiday.

He tried to get away with it, wearing tank tops that reached his neck or short-sleeved shirts. But he was still sweating like crazy when Emma insisted on laying by the pool or on the beach and he just hated not being able to sleep with his wife without his shirt off. It was bringing the whole honeymoon down which had started so well. They had gotten so close… but he gained a sense that Emma was starting to feel like her husband was pulling away again. But he couldn’t let her see, he was stood in front of the mirror, pulling a face as his fingers traced over the hairs on his chest and he sighed. He was gonna do it, he was going to show her because he wanted to be intimate with her - and not just because he had to be around her in a bikini all day and keep his hands to himself.

He opened the door and came face to face with Emma, who was still in her bikini and she smiled, “Finally… I wanted to use the…” she looked at his chest, then back at his reddening face, “You have a hair chest.” she stated. Cameron nodded, “Y-yeah… I forgot my-“

"You… look really… hot…" she whispered, her fingers trailing slowly up his arm and then down his chest, curling one hair around her finger, "I like it." Cameron’s eyes widened, “You don’t think its… gross?” he whispered, moving closer, “Nuh uh… it makes you more rugged… and manly…” she whispered and kissed him fiercely.

"mmm…kay…" he murmured against her lips before he swept her up and carried her to the bed.

It wasn't easy being in a relationship with someone equally as stubborn and equally as competitive with you. Sometimes, Logan liked the pressure of trying to beat Arthur in some way - whether it was with money, or with the amount of second glances they got by others. Sometimes it was friendly competition, particularly when it got to the attention from others. Logan loved how  after a string of admirers trying to slip him numbers or even just bat their eyelashes at him, Arthur would make sure people knew he was accounted for.

 "mmm... Arthur..." Logan moaned, deep in his throat as Arthur started to suck and nibble at the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulders. It was a spot he could hide with a smart shirt, or his uniform, but in his slightly low cut t shirt it was obvious for everyone in the bar to see. "They need to know you're mine" he growled against his neck and Logan groaned. He was backed up against the cubicle door, and even with the lock digging into his back, Logan was in no hurry to move.

"I love when you get possessive..." Logan purred. He knew he should be fighting - didn't he want to be dominating? No... not tonight. He wanted to be overpowered... and he did love seeing how fierce his boyfriend got. He whined as Arthur pulled away from his neck, eyes dark as they met Logan's and Logan just knew he wasn't done yet. "Arthur..." he warned, though he didn't know what he was warning him about. Arthur just smirked, his hands trailing down Logan's t-shirt,"I want to walk out of here... and people to see from your face that I am the one that pleases you... that I have the power... to push you over the edge..." his lips were by Logan's ear, his tone low and it went straight to Logan's groin. Logan gasped for breath, yearning to be relieved and he just nodded, as if Arthur was asking permission and Arthur just smirked.

"Cute." he said, undoing Logan's fly.