Holidays with Logan, Julian, and Derek - Fifteen-Love
The bright tennis ball whizzed past so close to his face that he gasped and leapt back. It bounced off and he heard a derisive snort from his opponent.
The actor glared. “What the hell, Logan! Was that on purpose?!”
"Yeah, I wanted to see you look scared for a change," snorted the blond, turning his racquet smoothly with a flip of the wrist.
"What, damaged your face? Don’t they photoshop all the time, anyway?" Logan smirked. "Not that it’s an improvement."
Blond devil in tennis shorts. Pain in the ass of the century. Julian raised his own racquet and glared. “I’m going to destroy you.”
Derek called from where he was lying on a lounge chair next to the pool, just past the fence that separated the tennis area. “Ladies, if you’re just going to catfight, you should stop playing.”
"Go to hell!"
"Already there," Derek answered casually, without looking up from his book. "I’m in the Hamptons babysitting the both of you. Can’t get a better definition than that."
BAM! The ball slammed again, bouncing off the clay, as the blond earned another point. Logan laughed mercilessly. “You’re pathetic today, Julian. You’re not worth playing with today.” He looked up. “Derek! Switch with him. He’s boring.”
"Sorry, Your Majesty, I’m busy."
"To hell with the damn assigned reading! Don’t be such a pain! Come on, Derek!" Logan was imperious now.
Derek rolled his eyes. It’s not me who’s the pain here. But he got up anyway. Julian was panting and looking furious as he strode off the other side, meeting Derek by the entrance. “He’s such a—”
"I know." Derek just grinned.
Julian pushed the racquet to him. “Go crush him before I throw this at him.”
"Cool off with a swim." Derek’s Hamptons manor had the best pool among their houses. "Do you have to be such a brat all the time?" Derek asked Logan as he took his position.
"He’s useless today." Logan said casually, bouncing the tennis ball for a moment before taking a stance. "Maybe it’s the jet lag."
"Ugh. Whatever. Serve already."
Derek almost casually scored a point as there was a splash, and Julian was in the water. Logan stared, a little stunned. “What the—”
"That’s fifteen-love. Now hurry up, rookie, so I can get back to my damn homework."
Julian laughed loudly from the pool and Logan glared at him before looking back at Derek. “You didn’t even warm up!”
"You’re unimpressive today."
There was another splash. The game continued. As Derek casually displayed what seemed to be mutant powers of tennis and effectively destroyed Logan in the next two sets with the blond earning nothing but a pair of bagels for his efforts, Julian rose from the water, water running off his bare skin.
Derek grinned at his opponent. “Distracted?”
"Fuck you, man." Logan was panting with effort, wondering if he should accuse his friend of steroids. "Serve!"
"It’s pointless," Julian smirked from the fence, fingers laced into the wire. "You’re useless today."
Logan at least earned something this set. Then Derek demolished him. “I’m bored now,” Derek said, grinning.
"What are you on?" Logan demanded breathlessly.
Julian laughed from the fence again. Logan lunged at him and Julian happily leapt back into the water. “I hope you choke on chlorine!!” Logan yelled to him.
"Hey blondie! I’m owning you, pay attention to me!!” Derek yelled.
"Marry already, the both of you!!" Julian screamed from the pool.
"I win." Derek threw the racquet off. "Let’s get some lunch."
"Whatever…" Logan shook his head, following him.
Julian’s hair was slick with water as he bobbed in the blue and grinned. “Can we go someplace nice? I want to rub his loss in his face in public.”