A Boy Stumbled Through The Snow

"I thought you might say that. Well, what do you like to do? What did you do well at in school?" He stroked his boy's stomach. He was glad to feel that it wasn't sunken any more.

"I really did very well at getting in trouble and beaten up at school. I maintained a pretty much D average all throughout because I was out so much. The bullies didn't like me so I would skip out on school to avoid them. I usually snuck off to some remote place and studied the textbooks. Soon, Dirk had his hands on me and I didn't go to school anymore." He shuddered.

"Was there any topic that you really liked?" Will stroked him, calming him.

"I liked English best. I liked writing, but I was never any good at it. What I really liked doing was singing. I learned guitar from a homeless guy that hung out on a street corner way back when, but Dirk smashed my guitar."

"Bastard!" Will uttered.

"You're telling me!" Logan chuckled. "Really like music."

"Hey, you ever thought about being a professional musician?" Will looked excited. He felt like a kid about to embark on a adventure.

"No, I never had the chance. But I couldn't very well be too good. But it would be cool." He smiled.

"I could get my hands on a guitar. Do you do acoustic, or electric?"

"Oh, acoustic! I don't do any of that scratchy yelling nonsense. The music that people are into today makes me sick. Pop and Rap and all that, it's so hard to find actual talent today. There are too many posers. I like a good acoustic, and a good solid melody." He tried to pout but he broke out in a smile instead.

"Done and done."

*

The next morning (around ten, when Logan woke up) there was a smooth black guitar case in Will's place beside Logan. He laughed and took out the wooden wonder. He made sure it was in tune, then started strumming a few cords that were twitching in his fingers. They were all rather chipper sounding and Logan closed his eyes and started humming to his own song. He continued for a while, changing tunes with the ever-flowing stream of chords in his body. Until his fingers were raw from strumming and plucking.

He opened his eyes to find Will in the doorway, leaning on the frame with his eyes closed. As the music stopped he opened his eyes and sighed.

"You're an angel. You are too perfect. You are magnificent, and more talented than all the shmucks that call themselves musicians in this day and age. That music is pure joy." He walked forward and knelt in front of the boy. "I am honored that I can produce such beauty in you." His eyes melted and they kissed slowly.

Eventually they broke apart and Logan put on some clothes. He went out into the solarium and started writing cohesive songs. Will found that Logan's voice was just as angelic as his face as the boy started forming words. He cooed and his voiced soared up and down with such easy grace, all the while smooth as silk. It made Will melt inside, and the lyrics only add complement to pleasure when he heard a story emerging. A raven, supposedly a representation of Logan, had found it's way out of a dark place into the sky and basked in the sun as the warm breezes caressed it's wings. A tale of freedom and escape, signifying his life before and now.

As the song came to an end, Will slid up behind Logan and wrapped his arms around the small boy.

"You're amazing." He whispered into his boyfriend's ear. Logan put his hand on Will's.

"Thanks. For everything." Will nuzzled his neck and breathed in his smooth scent. Everything about this boy was smooth as cream. He was like Aloe on a burn for Will; he healed all wounds.

*

A while later, Logan was working out the fine points and writing down the song in a way Will had never seen before.

"Where did you learn that?" Will inquired.

"Oh, I didn't. I mean, I made it up. I came up with it about a year after I moved away from the guy that taught me how to play. It works." He shrugged and tapped the paper.

"But how do you define the measures?" Will was really confused by that one.

"I don't use measures. Do you thing the soul obeys measures? This music is taken directly from my core. It doesn't need measures." He seemed slightly put off.

"That's what's so different about it! You don't use measures. Wow. You really are a musical genius." He stared at the paper and Logan smiled. "Hey. I've got a publisher, whose wife's nephew is the guy that goes out and searches for new talent for his boss' record company. I think you have enough new talent to keep him busy for a long time. What do you say to a meeting?" Logan's eyes brightened.

"Gee-wilicers Billy! That would be great!" He grinned and planted a kiss quickly on the man's cheek.

*

Half an hour later Will got off the phone and turned around to find Logan's anxiously waiting face directly in front of him. He looked solemnly at the boy for a moment, and then grinned. Logan yipped with joy and jumped into Will's arms. Will stumbled backwards and laughed. The boy's joy was like the sun coming out over a stormy cloud. This boy was pure goodness.

"Hey, babe. We need to be at New Sound records at five tonight. My publisher's wife's nephew wants to have dinner with us. And afterwards, he wants to hear you in the studio!" Logan yipped again and jumped back onto Will. He wrapped his arms around the man's neck and his legs around the man's waist. Will laughed again and wrapped his arms around this amazing boy that had fallen into his life.

"Thank you so much, Will." His voice was high with excitement and he pressed his head into Will's neck, breathing in his luscious scent.

"My pleasure, babe." He kissed the boy in his arms and the boy suddenly jerked back.

"Oh my God! I need to practice!" He jumped out of Will's arms and grabbed his guitar and instantly started strumming. Will chuckled and went to watch.

*

That night at five our heroes were sitting at a table in a fancy Italian restaurant with Christopher Diamond, the talent search specialist at New Sound Records. Logan was decked out a pair of black slacks, a emerald silk shirt, buttoned two from the top, and a black jacket. Will was in a cream suit and Chris (as they were told to call him) was decked out in a black suit. Chris was about thirty years old, he was a little on the pudgy side, but he was tall and handsome and charismatic. Logan had his legs crossed under the table and one hand entangled with Will's. He looked cool and calm on the exterior, but Will could feel his tension through his fingers.

Chris smiled at them like an old friend, but Will couldn't help but notice the slight glimmer of a predator that has just found it's prey.

"So, Mr. Verdenot. I hear you have talent." His eyes turned to the boy that sat across from him.

"I have heard much the same thing." Logan smiled. "And call me Logan."

"Well, Logan. What kind of background, in music, do you have?" The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"Well, Chris, actually, not much. My background in general is relatively... unsavory, and that is echoed in my musical background. I learned how to play the guitar from a homeless man that played on a sidewalk about a mile from the school I went to while at my," the boy looked up and counted in his head, "sixth foster home." The man's eyebrows climbed into his floppy brown hairline.

"Oh my, quite a colorful history." He looked from Logan to Will.

"You haven't heard the half of it." Logan chuckled.

"Do I want to?" Chris inquired.

"No." Logan said flatly.

"So, I take it, you two aren't related?" He asked. Logan and Will's eyes locked and Will raised his shoulders. Logan could tell the man what he wanted.

"No, we're together." He moved their entwined hands onto the table. Chris' eyebrows rose even higher. "Will picked me up out of the snow, saved me from hypothermia, fed me, nursed me back to health, bought me clothes and a guitar, and introduced me to you." Chris closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Well, very colorful! Is that all true, or is it just an image, 'cause if it's an image, it's the best story I've heard in a while." He smiled at them.

"Nope, all true." Logan lifted one side of his mouth in what he hoped looked like a smile.

"Well. All that's left is to hear your music, but before we do that, why don't we enjoy some of this restraint's wonderful food and discuss contract conditions." And so they did. The food was wonderful, and so were the options described by Chris. He was talking about a three-year contract to start out with. The three of them bickered over the details until Chris paid for the meal and said that they could continue negotiations later, but now, he wanted to hear what Logan could do. They walked out to the parking lot and got into Chris' black Cadillac. They had joined up with him at the studio and he had driven them out to restaurant. They drove through the city mostly without talk. Logan watched the lights flash by outside the window.

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination, a large building with big glass walls that exposed a well-furnished interior and reception desk. They parked the car in the private lot and walked into the reception area. Chris waved at the girl sitting in the desk and she waved back at him, while still talking on her headpiece to some disgruntled musician.

They slipped into an elevator and Chris pressed the button for level three. The elevator rose slowly and Logan tapped on his guitar case absentmindedly. Will slipped his arm around his little love and Logan leaned into him imperceptibly. The doors pinged open and the two artists followed Chris through a maze of hallways and into a studio room. They saw the sound-proof room through the panel of glass. Chris sat down in front of a big panel filled with all kinds of knobs and sliders and motioned Will to a chair to the side.

"Now, Logan. Why don't you go in there and show us what you've got. Just go out this door and turn left, the door to that room is right there." Logan nodded and did as Chris said. He closed the door behind him and too the guitar out of it's case. He put the strap around him and sat on the stool in the center of the room with the mike in front of it. "Logan, can you hear me?" Chris said into the mike in the studio.

"Yep." Logan said into his mike. Chris nodded.

"Begin when ready." He smiled and turned some knobs on his board.

Logan began to stroke the strings of his guitar and closed his eyes. He let his mind slip away and fall next to the flowing music in his soul. He usually fell right into it, but it was different than what he wanted to sing right now, so he let the current be his power but put the tune and words around himself just beside it. He began to croon over the mike and lost himself in the melody of the music.

Chris was astounded when the boy began to sing. He had an amazing voice, smooth as silk, and he seemed to loose himself in the song, instead of just singing it. It was amazing. He was instantly swept away by the tune and watched as the boy's fingers played over the strings of his instrument, while his voice soared and swooped.

It wasn't until the boy plucked the last notes of his song that Chris could shake himself out of his trance. He turned to Will, eyes wide, and Will smiled knowingly.

"How old is he?" Chris asked dumbfoundedly.

"Twenty-one, twenty-two soon." Chris shook his head.

"He looks so young. His music is amazing. He could make millions." Chris let out a huff of air and turned to the mike on the control board. "Okay, Logan. You're in."

Logan jumped into the air and yelled a "YES!" of satisfaction. He put his guitar away and practically danced into the studio room. He wrapped his arms around Will and couldn't stop grinning. All his life, the only thing he had been good for was fucking, but now he had something he was genuinely proud of. He still had the vision of Chris' face after the song. He had been in shock.

Logan wanted to kiss Will then and there, but he restrained himself for Chris' benefit. Instead he hugged the big man close.

"You're great! But, as you know, it's not up to me, so I'll give the track I just made to my boss, and if he likes it, he'll give it to his boss, and so on up to the top. When it gets there and the big man on the top floor wants to see you, I'll call you." He grinned. "I have a feeling that you're going to make us a lot of money, Logan." Logan smiled.

"That would be nice." He laughed. He looked up into Will's smiling eyes and hugged him again. "Hope to hear from you soon. And thank you, Chris." Logan shook the man's hand.

"My pleasure. Allow me to show you to the door."

*

Once Will and Logan were alone in the parking lot, Logan shrieked and jumped up and down with joy. He landed in Will's arms and the bigger man swung him around like a child. They finally fell into a tight embrace. Logan buried his face in his love's neck and reveled in the joy.

"Let's go home, love. I'm too happy to be wearing clothes." Logan whispered into his ear. Will grinned and let his boy down. They drove off into the night and back to their home.

*

At home Logan practically ripped his clothes off. He wanted to celebrate. Will followed him into the apartment, laughing as he watched his eager young boyfriend stripping.

"Come on, Will. Come here." Logan leaned his naked body back against the arm of one of the sofas in the solarium. He was toning up and looked gorgeous, slim and sleek, his cock swelling as Will gazed at him. He put down the boy's guitar case and walked over to the young beauty.

Logan wrapped his arms around the man's hips and pulled their bodies together. He stretched his neck up and kissed the man liberally. He tugged Will's shirt out of his pants and started unbuttoning it and slid it off his shoulders, caressing his chest.

"Are you sure?" Will whispered into his mouth.

"Yes. I want you in me." Logan growled back.

Will was soon naked as well, and their breaths were harsh and labored as their sweaty bodies rubbed against one another. Logan scooted up so he was sitting on the arm of the couch and wrapped his legs around his lover's hips.

"Condoms." Panted Will. "Bedroom." Logan nodded vigorously and Will stood, with Logan still wrapped around him. Logan laughed as they stumbled towards their destination. Will laughed back into his mouth as he continued to kiss the boy's succulent lips.

They fell onto Will's bed with laughter rolling off them like water. They continued to caress and kiss until Will's cock-head accidentally brushed up against Logan's puckered hole and the boy froze, his breath caught in his throat.

"Condoms and lube." Will muttered. He stretched up and fished said objects out of his bed stand. He ripped the condom's foil package open and deftly rolled it down over his shaft. He squished some cold lube onto his sheathed dick and gasped at the temperature. He quickly rubbed it in and spread some on his lover's rosebud. He slipped in a finger and lubed up the inside of his hole as well. Logan's eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned with pleasure. Will inserted another finger and stretched his lover's hole a little wider. Logan gasped and wriggled his hips, trying to work his lovers fingers in deeper.

"How do you want to do this, lover?" Logan looked down at Will's questioning eyes.

"Let me ride you." Logan rasped. Will nodded and flipped them over. Logan straddled his hips and took a hold of his lover's greased cock. He sat up on his knees, pointing the spear of flesh directly at his hole, and slowly lowered himself. He felt it's rounded head pressing against his tight ring of muscle and relaxed. Then, with a pop, it was in. Logan gasped with pain and pleasure as he accustomed himself to this new part of himself. He slowly sank down and not long later he was sitting on his lover's hips, the man's cock embedded in the boy's innards. Logan let out a long satisfied moan. It felt good to have a caring cock filling him. He began to slowly rise and fall, making his lover gasp and moan as his innards caressed Will's sensitive member.

"Oh, God, Logan. You're so tight. Uggahhhhh." His head started rolling from side to side. He drew his feet up, bending his knees. Logan leaned back so that he was sitting with his back supported by his lover's legs, sliding up and down on Will's thighs. This made Will's tip continually caress his hot spot and Logan cried out in pleasure as he dug his fingers into his lover's legs.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Will! WILL!!" Logan arched back over his lovers legs as his seed sprayed over the man's chest and face. He shook and convulsed spasmodically until the pleasure ebbed slightly. He was still hard and he still wanted more. He sat up on his lover's hips, Will's cock still buried deep inside him. He grinned, showing lots of straight white teeth. "I WANT MORE!" He growled. He lunged down onto his lover the men's lips melding. Logan's body began to ungulate in a sexy dance of passion, his elbows braced on either side of his lover's head. Logan's kisses moved down his lover, nipping at his neck. Will was thrusting in time to his lover's writhing, forcing little exclamations of pleasure from his lungs.

"Logan! I'm coming!" He shouted. Logan began slamming their bodies together they would both have bruises tomorrow from their colliding bodies. Who knew this shy little musician could be such a monster in bed? Will roared and embedded himself deep within his lover, exploding his seed into his plastic casing. He felt his stomach being flooded with another dose of his lover's cumm as the boy shuddered on top of him.

They rested, their pulses and breathing gradually returning to normal. Slowly Will's fading member slid out of his lover's loose hole. He gently reached down and slid the offensive plastic off, dropping it in the trash next to his bed. He wiped his finger on the sheets and stroked his lover's back.

"We're all icky, sweetheart." He felt a tired little chuckle shake his lover. The boy slid stickily off him and flopped onto the bed. He slid out and went to the bathroom and wetted a small towel. He brought it back to the bed and the vision of his young love lying, smile on his face, in his sheets, with cumm on his face and chest, waiting for his return. If he hadn't already been in love, he would have fallen then. As it was, he nearly collapsed at the sight of the joy in his lover's eyes.

As he reached the bed he bent down and kissed those luscious lips tenderly, caressing his lover and love with his soul. A single tear rolled down his nose, and Logan licked it up. Their eyes met and such love was there that it was amazing that the

Day didn't start early because the sun was jealous.

Will wiped down their bodies and threw the towel back into the bathroom. He collapsed back onto the bed and Logan wrapped himself around the bigger man.

"Will?" Logan whispered, unmoving.

"Yes, love?" Will stroked the boy's back.

"I want to stay here forever." Will closed his eyes. It wasn't his house that Logan wanted, or the city, or anything like that. Logan wanted to stay snuggled up with Will forever, together in their little cocoon of love and caring.

"So do I, love, so do I." Logan smiled against his lover's chest, curled up closer and drifted into a sound and dreamless sleep.