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Fine. You wanted the Jogan sort-of kiss moment. You people are scary. x_X
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Derek demanded as his hands looked as though they were about to snap the controller into two from the force of his efforts in manipulating his virtual combatant. Colors were in a kaleidoscopic riot all over the screen and the fighting game roared loudly.
Logan just grinned as he played calmly from next to him. “You’re just mad because you haven’t won a single game.”
“Screw you, man—I kicked your ass in tennis earlier.” Derek hissed as Logan’s character landed another devastating combo on his. “This is cheating!”
“You’re just mad you’re getting beaten by a rookie at this stupid game.”
“You don’t even like video games!” Derek howled as Logan’s character slammed his to the fence of the ring.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t beat you in them.” Logan smirked as he thrashed Derek’s fighter in a few more swings and the game proudly declared his victory.
The varsity player groaned and threw the controller into the floor. Logan was positive that it was broken now. “Whatever, man, that was stupid. Fucking ridiculous.”
“Loser.” Logan grinned. “Pay up.”
“Go to hell, man—that was beginner’s luck! And for all I know, you were cheating! Cheating!!” Derek yelled as Logan rose to his feet with a laugh.
“Stop being such a crybaby, Derek, it was just a game.” Logan dusted his pants off. “And you did really suck at it.”
“Like you suck at tennis?” Derek suddenly grinned.
“Oh you’re going to pull that card?” Logan snorted and shoved him with his foot.
Derek just laughed. “I gave you two bagels, man—I beat the almighty Logan Wright in tennis. Like I always do.”
“Always??” Logan demanded.
“Shut up, Lo, Jules is asleep!”
Logan turned to the window and smirked at the sight of the actor curled up at the great bay window of the living room. The spring sun poured into the Siegersons’ Hamptons manor, and most of it fell into Julian, who looked like nothing on the planet could wake him, one arm dangling over the side, fingertips brushing the floor.
“Like that’d wake him. Look at that idiot,” Logan snorted. “Doesn’t he do anything but sleep?”
“Don’t you do anything but complain?” Derek said sarcastically.
Logan just laughed and nudged Derek with a foot again. “Got anything to eat in this hellhole, D?”
“Mm—kitchen. Think they got us something.” Derek already had his mind back on the video game as he put a different one in, possibly plotting Logan’s demise in that one instead. “You could always go out and buy us something though, Your Majesty.”
“Yeah, all right.” Logan patted Derek’s shoulder and headed to the direction of the door.
He passed Julian, who still looked too comfortable in the bay window. He’d been tired, and maybe the jet lag still got to him. Logan smirked a little. Maybe he and Derek could let him sleep a little longer before waking him to eat. Otherwise he’d be even bitchier than he was this morning, and the whole mood was too good to ruin with that.
He casually picked up one of the quilts lying by the couch and walked to Julian. He almost passed for human, this idiot, when he was like that. Absently, and not really thinking about it, Logan dropped a very light kiss on Julian’s hair and then pulled the quilt over him.
“Mm…” Julian just curled up a little more under the quilt, almost a complaint for being touched.
Stupid, spoiled brat. All of them were, but Julian had to be the worst. Let the primadonna sleep. He stalked out of the room to try and find them all something to eat before Derek got even sorer for his loss earlier, and for any succeeding ones to follow.