This Clock Never Seemed So Alive

Logan grabbed me firmly under the arms, half clenching my shoulders and half heaving me by my shirt, to haul me up the last couple steps to the 2nd floor, where he shoved me against the wall. His hands released my shoulders and roughly moved to clutch each side of my face, pressing his lips forcefully to mine. His arms dropped to wrap around my waist, pulling our bodies together, molding us along every point. Logan was everywhere. I tugged him to me as tightly as I could, not wanting to feel anything that wasn’t a part of him, hoping to catch fire from the heat of his body. His fervent lips scarcely allowed me chances to breathe, infusing a heady dose of lust into my bloodstream; within minutes it coursed through my whole body, potent and persistent. I couldn’t focus my thoughts in any specific direction, and certainly not one that would move us off the stairwell. We rolled imprecisely along the wall until we nearly toppled through the door to my room. 1

The sudden fall pulled us apart as we staggered to catch our balance. But before Logan could compose himself I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him on top of me onto my bed. We landed ungracefully, with a thump that knocked the air out of his chest- out of his chest and across my face. I breathed it in, quite certain that no other air could be more satisfying than Logan’s leftovers. I moaned, and dragged Logan’s intoxicating mouth back to me. His tongue slipped between my lips and his body relaxed on top of mine, the combination sending my blood pounding into uncomfortable places. He immediately noticed and, smiling mischievously with the knowledge of how successfully he was torturing me, adjusted his hips so that they molded against me in the most excruciatingly pleasurable of ways. 2

“Logan,” I moaned his name like a prayer and a supplication, “Logan…” 3

“What is it?” His lips disengaged from mine to plant soft, leisurely kisses across my face and neck.4

“Stop…”even to my own ears it was a pitiful attempt at a demand. 5

“Stop what? Don’t you like this?” He asked, planting a deep kiss on my mouth to illustrate his point before returning to covering my face in uneven kisses.6

I wriggled beneath him as his lips brushed across a particularly sensitive section of skin; my breath came heavily as I replied, “You know I do.”7

“Then what,” he murmured in between kisses, not fully paying attention, “is the problem?” 8

“It’s too much, I can’t do it.” As he finally pulled away enough to look me in the eyes, my skin already mourned the absence of his lips. His eyes were unfocused with the desire I knew was echoed in my own, but he trained them on me acutely.9

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get carried away, it’s just you’re so… hmm.” his sentence trailed off into an indistinct hum.10

“Hmm?”11

“God, Owen. You’re so fucking irresistible.” My blood thundered through my veins and thumped heavily in my heart. Logan thought I was irresistible? I gave into impulse and leaned up to place a brief kiss on his mouth.12

“That’s exactly the problem," I informed him, though this had to be obvious, "You do things to me… seduce me, provoke me; you completely overwhelm me, make me lose my mind. I can’t think straight; I can’t remember anything but your body and the way I feel when you kiss me, and that doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for remembering reasons not to get carried away. And as much as I want it- because I so fucking want it- I’m not ready to get carried away.” 13

“You’re really hard to argue with when you flatter me like that, you know.” He kissed me gently, the urgency gone now, and moved his arms to encircle me. I leaned my head against his solid chest, listening as his heart beat steadied. His cheek rested against mine and I felt his breath waft through my hair.14

“Kinda nice to have the house to ourselves, isn’t it? We don’t have be quiet or worry about getting caught.”15

“Kinda nice of your mom to go to that realtors’ convention. Kinda nice of your sister to go out on a date. Kinda nice of your dad…” he laughed. “It’s nice to have you to myself, without having to pretend we’re something less than we are, without having to share you with our stupid friends, without anyone to intrude.”16

I pressed my face into the warmth of his neck, “Exactly.” We stopped talking and let time drift invitingly before us, moving at our unhurried pace, and took advantage of the fact that for once we didn’t have to fight to keep our eyes or our hands to ourselves.17

Author notes

Based on: You and Me, Lifehouse.
Five was overlooked, forgotten, and just generally ignored. Five knows how to nurse a grudge.


Commented on Lover of Jonas (and you).

Title taken from a line from Lifehouse's 'You and Me'

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  • Hellcat Metal
    March 12

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    Wow I loved this! You really brought out the passion and heat here. It was really hot. Great job! Thanks for entering.


  • Web Haunting
    January 19
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    wow!!! that was really hott! then...really sweet!!! i lurved it!!!!


  • nahomie
    November 13, 2008

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    Just the Little things

    I am surprise that Owen would be the one to say no. Having read some of your previos works it seems that Lagan would be the one to say "no, I am not ready to take the next steop".
    But that scene was HOT, but it could be HOTTER and SEXIER but you just including a little bit more. Come on take it to the next level.
    Over all this scene discription is very good, I could feel the intimacy and passion and desperation but while all that is going on, you can move the story along a little better by adding more description.
    A weak point I feel, is the in between lag in the conversation between Lagan and Owen. I think this part can be better by adding some more details. As I was reading this part, I started to wonder: what was Lagan doing when Owen was speaking where was he, was he still on top, did he move to sit beside Owen, did Lagan sit up, did he run his hand through his hair? What was the expressions going across Lagan's face when Owen was talking, did he look disappointed,annoyed.
    My point is, pretend you were to turn this story into a play or movie, if that was to occur little things like the above mentioned would need to explained not in a lecture sort of way but in a way that flows evenly with your story. Any questions, just email me.
    P.S. the dialogn is good but of course they is always room for improvements. How can you improve the dialogns, ever heard the saying or comment, less is better, or I heard it through the things you didn't say.
    But overall I love this story, and if you write more I will definitely leave my comments.


    • crookedheart
      November 13, 2008
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      I do feel like whenever I add conversations the dialogue is a weak part of my story rather than a strong part, and your advice to look at it as though it were a screenplay is excellent advice! Now I am getting excited visualizing their body language throughout this conversation...

      Personally, I was a little surprised Owen said no too. But in the larger picture this scene takes place after Logan has fully come to terms with is feelings for Owen. A change has taken place in him and now he wants to pursue the relationship with as much eagerness as he can. He's much more physically oriented than owen (and more physically experienced, if you catch my drift) and as Owen tells him in the story, he's overwhelmed by the physical side of Logan. In a good way, Owen loves it, but it scares him a little at the same time, losing control. It's like if Owen is the girl being hugely turned on by her boyfriend (Logan), who's pushing for sex, but at the same time not being ready to lose her virginity. If that analogy makes any sense. I apologize, because none of this is very clear in the story since I'm writing them haphazardly.


  • BlamedRobin
    October 9, 2008
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    cool

    that was a really good story i loved it!!!


  • Eddie
    October 6, 2008

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    Incredible

    Okay, once again you have left me speechless and grasping for simple words. God, that was....Wow, let's see. That was:
    Beautiful
    Hot
    Breathtaking
    ...and so many other words I can't think of.
    And the fact that you somehow managed to captivate me so much is really a gift, but you already know I love these two and your writing. Bonus points for picking You and Me, which is one of my favorite songs ever. It worked perfectly. As usual, I'm going to quote my favorite parts!

    "...tugged him to me as tightly as I could, not wanting to feel anything that wasn’t a part of him, hoping to catch fire from the heat of his body. His fervent lips scarcely allowed me chances to breathe, infusing a heady dose of lust into my bloodstream; within minutes it coursed through my whole body, potent and persistent."

    “That’s exactly the problem. You do things to me… You seduce me, provoke me; you completely overwhelm me, make me lose my mind. I can’t think straight, I can’t remember anything but your body and the way I feel when you kiss me, and that doesn’t leave a whole lot of room for remembering reasons not to get carried away. And as much as I want it- because I so fucking want it- I’m not ready to get carried away.”


    • crookedheart
      October 6, 2008
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      Thank you for your amazing comments! I really appreciate them


      • Eddie
        October 6, 2008
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        Thanks for the amazing stories! They're really touching and beautiful

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