The Same Way
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Category:
S through Z › Veronica Mars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,625
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Veronica Mars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Same Way
The Same Way
By WillowSun
A Logan/Weevil Pairing
Rated R for sexual situations
A/N I’ve never done a Logan/Weevil before. So let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Definately not mine, i'm just borrowing them from Rob Thomas and UPN..
It was the same way every time. Hard, fast and up against a wall in a dark alley. Above all, it was always on his side town. There was nothing romantic about it and Logan complained often. He was always silenced by a few tender kisses before he was left cold and alone. Now that his father was gone and Trina almost never around, he tried to reason with his lover that the house was a perfectly normal place to relax and enjoy each other’s company.
“I don’t have time to ‘enjoy’ your company,” Weevil said as he kissed Logan one last time. “If I did, do you really think we’d be here right now?”
“Please? Tomorrow night?”
With a sigh Weevil leaned over and kissed him one last time, “I’ll call you about it. On this new phone you ‘insist’ I have. Do you know how sissy I look with a phone like this?”
Logan grinned and teased, “But I thought it’d bring out the color in your eyes, darling.”
“Yeah, whatever, pansy. I’ll call.” With that Weevil started his bike and was gone.
He waited as usual the five minutes before running to his car and getting the hell home.
On the way home the tears always came. The bitter refusal to be somewhat normal, the sting of just being good sex, it always hit then. They both liked Veronica. Logan knew it just as well as Weevil did. They both also were aware of the subtle fact that no matter what, Veronica and Duncan were married and had no intention of looking back. It was at their wedding that Logan had first truly noticed Weevil. Outside the hotel in an alley was the first time they were together. It was just sex at first, then Logan started to fall for him. From then on there were always small gifts that Logan gave him, a new phone, a new paint job for the bike, a necklace for his grandmother, a necklace for him. The Lily tattoo was only brought up once, with a nod and a smile about how amazing she had been and what a wonderful threesome it would have made. No animosity, just a happy thought about that time in their lives. Logan wiped away the tears as he got out of his car and went into his home. Trina had run off with some halfwit, but he knew she’d be back. She always came back, when she was broke.
He stared at the wall, not knowing what to say or do anymore. His phone never rang. It never would either and Logan always hoped it would as he always hoped against all odds that it would.
After that night Logan decided to sell the house and move. He called Weevil and left a message as he always did. This time it was important, but he knew Weevil wouldn’t check it for days.
Weevil, I’m moving. I’ve decided to sell the house. I’m buying a new house for your Grandmother and leaving her with enough money to not have to work for a while if she doesn’t blow it. I want you to move with me. It’ll be far, I’m done with Neptune and California in general. I’m thinking the mountains or Oregon, or something. Call me please?
****
Logan heard the motorcycle engine cut off outside by his car but he didn’t move. He heard the key in the door and the leather jacket falling to the floor and still he lay on the couch without a thought to get up. The low thud of Weevil’s boots came closer and Logan just stared at the wall, unmoving.
“What, no hello kiss?”
“You used your key, for the first time ever.”
“Well, yeah, that was how I planned to get in when I drove over here.”
“I’m moving.”
“I know. Got the message.”
“You coming?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“God damn it, Weevil. You never fucking know,” Logan snapped. “I’m going to take care of your Grandmother. She’ll be fine and the gang can figure it out all by themselves. What about me Weevil? I’ve been there in the shadows for five years. Waiting and DAMN IT you’re NEVER sure.”
Weevil stepped back. “I never know because I don’t know how you fucking feel. I’m not Mr. Emotional. I’m not going to pour my heart out. So what do you want Logan? What? What the fuck do you want from me? Tell me. You never fucking do. Tell me now.”
Logan looked at Weevil for the first time since he had gotten there, “I want you to move with me. I want you to love me and let me love you. I want us to be together, but not here. I hate this place. I want us to have a fresh start somewhere else.”
Weevil saw the tears in his lovers eyes and tried not to break down. He leaned in and kissed Logan then wiped away the tears.
“Fine. I’ll go. But I get to help choose the new house.”
Logan smiled and kissed Weevil back, “Deal.”
Please R and R
By WillowSun
A Logan/Weevil Pairing
Rated R for sexual situations
A/N I’ve never done a Logan/Weevil before. So let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Definately not mine, i'm just borrowing them from Rob Thomas and UPN..
It was the same way every time. Hard, fast and up against a wall in a dark alley. Above all, it was always on his side town. There was nothing romantic about it and Logan complained often. He was always silenced by a few tender kisses before he was left cold and alone. Now that his father was gone and Trina almost never around, he tried to reason with his lover that the house was a perfectly normal place to relax and enjoy each other’s company.
“I don’t have time to ‘enjoy’ your company,” Weevil said as he kissed Logan one last time. “If I did, do you really think we’d be here right now?”
“Please? Tomorrow night?”
With a sigh Weevil leaned over and kissed him one last time, “I’ll call you about it. On this new phone you ‘insist’ I have. Do you know how sissy I look with a phone like this?”
Logan grinned and teased, “But I thought it’d bring out the color in your eyes, darling.”
“Yeah, whatever, pansy. I’ll call.” With that Weevil started his bike and was gone.
He waited as usual the five minutes before running to his car and getting the hell home.
On the way home the tears always came. The bitter refusal to be somewhat normal, the sting of just being good sex, it always hit then. They both liked Veronica. Logan knew it just as well as Weevil did. They both also were aware of the subtle fact that no matter what, Veronica and Duncan were married and had no intention of looking back. It was at their wedding that Logan had first truly noticed Weevil. Outside the hotel in an alley was the first time they were together. It was just sex at first, then Logan started to fall for him. From then on there were always small gifts that Logan gave him, a new phone, a new paint job for the bike, a necklace for his grandmother, a necklace for him. The Lily tattoo was only brought up once, with a nod and a smile about how amazing she had been and what a wonderful threesome it would have made. No animosity, just a happy thought about that time in their lives. Logan wiped away the tears as he got out of his car and went into his home. Trina had run off with some halfwit, but he knew she’d be back. She always came back, when she was broke.
He stared at the wall, not knowing what to say or do anymore. His phone never rang. It never would either and Logan always hoped it would as he always hoped against all odds that it would.
After that night Logan decided to sell the house and move. He called Weevil and left a message as he always did. This time it was important, but he knew Weevil wouldn’t check it for days.
Weevil, I’m moving. I’ve decided to sell the house. I’m buying a new house for your Grandmother and leaving her with enough money to not have to work for a while if she doesn’t blow it. I want you to move with me. It’ll be far, I’m done with Neptune and California in general. I’m thinking the mountains or Oregon, or something. Call me please?
****
Logan heard the motorcycle engine cut off outside by his car but he didn’t move. He heard the key in the door and the leather jacket falling to the floor and still he lay on the couch without a thought to get up. The low thud of Weevil’s boots came closer and Logan just stared at the wall, unmoving.
“What, no hello kiss?”
“You used your key, for the first time ever.”
“Well, yeah, that was how I planned to get in when I drove over here.”
“I’m moving.”
“I know. Got the message.”
“You coming?”
“Don’t know yet.”
“God damn it, Weevil. You never fucking know,” Logan snapped. “I’m going to take care of your Grandmother. She’ll be fine and the gang can figure it out all by themselves. What about me Weevil? I’ve been there in the shadows for five years. Waiting and DAMN IT you’re NEVER sure.”
Weevil stepped back. “I never know because I don’t know how you fucking feel. I’m not Mr. Emotional. I’m not going to pour my heart out. So what do you want Logan? What? What the fuck do you want from me? Tell me. You never fucking do. Tell me now.”
Logan looked at Weevil for the first time since he had gotten there, “I want you to move with me. I want you to love me and let me love you. I want us to be together, but not here. I hate this place. I want us to have a fresh start somewhere else.”
Weevil saw the tears in his lovers eyes and tried not to break down. He leaned in and kissed Logan then wiped away the tears.
“Fine. I’ll go. But I get to help choose the new house.”
Logan smiled and kissed Weevil back, “Deal.”
Please R and R