He’s just about to enter the room to give the new occupant a piece of his mind when a familiar silhouette stuns them both.
“No way?!” Derek is first to react. Bounding over happily, intending to give the boy the biggest, tightest bear hug.
“Ju-..!” But the boy’s reaction stops him in his tracks.
Julian is startled by his exuberance and steps back. In the awkward silence that follows, Julian extends a hand politely.
“Hi. I’m Julian.”
They fell asleep watching Disney cartoons. Well, there was more talking than watching as Logan and Derek tried to bring Julian up to speed with current events in school. For his part, Julian tried to remember as much as possible. Pausing the other two and asking for back stories when he they hit a patch he couldn’t remember. Not once do they make him feel guilty or dumb for not remembering.
Sometime before dawn, the wind picks up. Howling across the grounds and around the buildings. A tree branch scratches against the window waking one of the boys on the bed.
Julian stirs, awakened by the howling winds. He should be cold, instead he feels a little too warm. When he tries to move, he discovers he’s sandwiched between two warm bodies. Derek curled up and snuggled against his back, cheek rubbing on his shoulder blade. And when Julian tries to turn around, he snuggles deeper into his back.
A puff of warm air on his hair catches his attention. Only then does Julian’s sleep heavy brain notice that he’s snuggled against Logan’s chest. The blond has his nose buried in his hair and a leg thrown over his own.
Trapped. Julian is trapped in a cuddle fest, overheating. Since when we’re his friends so needy. “Guys… It’s getting kinda warm.” his voice still rough from sleep.
Above him, Logan takes a deep breath. The action sucks in strands of hair, tickling his nose and waking him. His first reaction is to pull whatever he’s hugging closer, squishing Julian’s nose against his throat. Behind him Derek pushes harder against his back.
“Nnggh!…Guys-… Come on. I’m starting to sweat here.” Julian insists, using Logan’s chest as leverage to push back against Derek.
As if on cue, both boys stop their cuddle fest abruptly. Turning away from Julian and giving him space.
The sudden loss of cuddle-mates and the warm blanket which Logan pulled away, quickly brings the temperature back down. That coupled with the eerie howl of winds outside leaves Julian feeling oddly abandoned.
Not five minutes later, he’s fighting Logan for the comforter. Tugging desperately at the material tangled around the legs of an oblivious blond. A final massive pull and the comforter comes free, but the sudden lack of resistance sends Julian crashing backwards onto Derek who jolts awake. “Whaaaa?”
Logan too, is awake and fumbling clumsily for the blanket. His hand lands on Julian’s upper thigh, a little too close to other body parts. Julian kicks back in surprise, feet connecting with Logan’s left buttock; this time really waking the blond.
“What the hell….. Jules??”
“Hush…sleep, people.” Derek commands sleepily.
“Fine. But it’s getting cold. Lo, just share the dammed blanket will you?”
Derek’s had it. He was perfectly warm and toasty before. Sitting up on the bed, he puts a hand on top of Julian’s head, forcibly pushing him back down into bed. Logan throws a leg over him while Derek snuggles against his back. Finally Logan throws the comforter over all three of them.
Julian knows he’s going to overheat again in fifteen minutes. But this time he’s not saying anything.
Edited cuz’ I wanted to use the first parts for another story. ;)
“Hurry up Lo! I want to grab a snack before the movie starts.” Derek trots down the stairs of the carpark, hopping over the last few steps and ducking under a low overhead concrete beam.
“Yeah, yeah…coming,” Logan’s reply is distracted. A flash of yellow light reflected off the wall tells Derek the car is locked and the slowpoke is finally getting a move on. Ten seconds later and Logan has yet to appear at the top of the stairs.
“LOGAN!!” The annoyed shout echoes though the carpark, jolting Logan out of his texting.
“Alright already!” He jogs the short distance to the stairs. “Jules is waiting at the lobby.” Logan informs, phone still in hand as he descends the stairs.
“Oh, so NOW you’re hurrying.” Derek grouses, starting to turn heel.
An audible ‘thud’ stops him and he watches his friend crumple to the ground clutching his head; spewing a stream of expletives.
“OWWOWWOWW! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” by the time Logan removes his hand from his forehead to inspect the damage, there is a nice lump forming just below his hairline.
Derek took two seconds to recover from the initial shock before deciding that watching the whole thing unfold was just too funny. Like watching a wipeout clip live in slow-mo. He kept flitting between concern and mirth, not sure what the appropriate reaction should be. Resulting in his hilarious in its own right expression. Something between a sad frown and constipated look.
He manages to control his composure long enough to ask, “Are you alright? …… Anything come loose in there?” He couldn’t resist the last bit.
“Who the fuck built this place?! Fucking hobbits??” Logan hisses, still clutching his smarting forehead. He’s managed to pull himself into a sitting position on the last step but is rocking back and forth to distract himself from the pain.
“The bright black and yellow CAUTION strip not glaring enough for you?” This earned Derek a middle finger.
Before he can say anything else, Logan’s phone rings. The blond, still incapacitated holds his phone out to Derek.
“Good evening, this is Mr Wright’s phone. He is unable to come to the phone right now, can I take a message?” Derek answers the phone with a flourish and struggles to continue; snorting and giggling.
“……ok ok….yeah. You’ll never guess what happened…. Carpark…..in a minute. His Lofty Highness needs a breather.”
Not thirty seconds later, the heavy doors at the bottom of the stairs open. Julian is back lighted by the lights of the hallway.
“What’s going on?? We’re going to miss the opening scene.” Julian is clearly annoyed, bounding up the stairs two at a time.
Derek leaning against the railing, renews his laughter, “His Majesty hit his head while texting.” He points to the overhead beam wrapped in bold CAUTION letters and reflective paint.
“I swear I heard a hollow ‘thunk’!”
“D! Quit teasing him. He’s clearly in pain.” Julian admonishes unconvincingly. Maybe the sputtering laughter did not help.
“Shut up! …….*groan*…. Am I bleeding? God! …I think I have a concussion. I’m getting a little dizzy……. I might need to go to the ER.” Her Majesty Drama Queen Logan makes an entrance in full regalia.
“And tell the doctor what?! You hit your head attempting to sext your boyfriend while walking?” Derek is beside himself, arms twisted around the railing desperately trying to keep himself upright.
Logan takes a break from moaning like tackled footballer fishing for a penalty and punches Derek in the back of his knee. If he wasn’t already supporting most of his weight on the railing he would have ended up on the floor. As it were, Derek just slumped further down the rails; laughing hysterically.
Julian throws his arms up exasperated. He really did want to watch that movie. “Oh for heavens sake, let me see.” He physically pries Logan’s fingers away from his face.
There is a minor (if it could even be called that) abrasion just below the hairline above his left eye. The swelling however was a bit more interesting; size of a golf ball and furiously red. It’s amazing that Julian could tell it was dark red even, considering Logan’s whole face- nigh his whole complexion was akin to a boiled lobster . Flushed with pain and embarrassment no doubt.
Needles to say; while it was entirely involuntary, the short bark of laughter and subsequent silent shaking from Julian did not make Logan feel any better.
Just thought I’d pimp the fics again and bring some light fun to Daltonverse. It’s been too sad for too long….
Dalton boys are on a camping trip. Windsor, Stuart & Hanover are split into groups taking different trails that lead to the same destination. These are their adventures:
Drabbles in the life of the Stuart Trio.
Its his first day back at Dalton and he’s already late. Julian rushes around his room grabbing his things and stuffing them into his bag.
He hasn’t finished dressing either, tie hanging loose from his neck, rummaging through the closet for his blazer.
Despite all this, Logan watches from the doorway immensely pleased.
He loves the fresh haircut. The back clipped just right. The hairline neat and distinct. Such a contrast from the weeks before. His skin and lips, once again a healthy pink.
Julian catches sight of Logan waiting by the doorway and gives him a quick glance in acknowledgment. “Morning. I know, I’m late. Give me a minute.”
It started out light and fluffy, then feels took over….
Seems its impossible to write them without some angst..sigh..
Testing the waters of Julian!amnesia theory.
Julian has his right thumb clutched close to his nose, funny expression on his face. He’s looking at it intently, bottom lip jutting out and nearly crossed eyed from holding it so near. With his other hand, he pinches a spot on the thumb..hard. When it doesn’t produce the result he wants, he stuffs the whole tip of the thumb into his mouth and sucks.
“What are you doing??” Logan walks in on him just as he does so.
“Splin-thar.” Julian responds, thumb still in mouth. Who knew a seemingly innocuous little sliver of wood could hurt so much.
Logan takes a cursory look at the paraphernalia lain out on the kitchen counter. A pair of tweezers, a magnifying glass and even a sewing needle.
Prequeal to Camping! Superman That H…
Just something fun for the boys.
There is an unaccounted for rustling in the bushes fifteen feet ahead. The sky is overcast and the wind has picked up the last half hour, dropping the temperature. The gloomy weather casts an eerie atmosphere over the entire landscape. In the distance across the lake, thunder clouds loom ominously.
The ragtag bunch of boys are making the short hike back to the lodge at the foot of the hill by the lake. They’re the last of the Dalton boys to leave the animal sanctuary after a long day of menial labour.
Dwight’s paranoid mumblings are starting to get to even the sanest of boys. There is an undercurrent of impending terror running through the group. Like they’re expecting something to happen.
A flash of lightning, followed immediately by a ear splittingly loud clap of thunder nearly sends the group scattering. Someone even shrieks in terror, though no one owns up to it. Jeff is fairly certain he peed in his pants a little.
Inspired by one of CP’s plurk posts on this pic.
He brings his hands up to rub at his tired eyes. “Do you know how many lanky brunettes are there in Dalton?? I look every time one passes. Even when I know it’s not you. I still LOOK…just to make sure. This crazy part of me is convinced that if I look hard enough, one day it will be you walking by. And I’d kick myself if I missed it-..”