Chapter Six

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Chapter Six

So it has been about four months now since I started training at the Torent Region Space Academy.  I have been training an extra hour every night, two on the weekends. 

On occasion Logan will show up to help me train harder.  Those are my favorite nights.  Of course it might have to do with the almost constant flirting, maybe.  Ok, ok, it has to everything to do with that. 

We haven’t shared any more earth shattering kisses though, much to my disappointment.  It is smart nonetheless.  He is my training officer, so it would not look good for either of us to be caught like that.  And it would make it really suspicious if I do get into the Rangers.

 I want it to be perfectly clear that I made it to the ESDR based solely on my own hard work. Nothing else.

When Logan does come, I feel kind of special.  It’s weird, but even though I know that he flirts in general, I feel like I’m important to him.  A lot of it has to do with the attention he gives me.  I’m not going to lie; I am a sucker for attention. 

Sometimes I just feel so lonely here.  Not too many people want to be my friend.  For many it has to do with my ranking.  And for the rest, it’s my sexual orientation.  Whoever is left, that are ok with me, require me to make the effort, and I just don’t have the time to put that effort forth. 

So most of the time, it is just me.  I have people to talk to while lifting weights and eating our meals.  So I am not a complete loner.  That’s good, right?

Speaking of lifting weights, I’m up to 20 lbs now!  I am supper exhausted lately, but it is so worth it.

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We finished our training program for the day, and all of the other recruits have left, including Logan.  That’s normal though, I won’t know if Foxer is going to be present until he talks to me over the coms.  Even then it is usually not for fifteen or twenty minutes after I’ve started.   I can’t help the small amount of hope forming at the idea of him showing up tonight. 

I heard voices outside of the training ship, which is odd, because no one says after if they can avoid it.  Instant regret came as soon as I opened the door and step out to see what was going on.  A group of recruits were walking out the door as another was turning around to head back in. 

“What the hell are you still doing here, fag?” Great, it’s Grady.  He was picking up a bag that he must have forgotten under his ship.

“What does it look like, I’m training.”  His rude comments are starting to get to me.  I am too worn out to deal with his shit any more.

“Well aren’t you a little over achiever? Gotta be better than everyone else don’t you, freaking faggot?” Grady sneered.

“That’s it, Grady!  I am so fucking sick of you and your stupid ass remarks! Yeah, I am better than you!” 

I can see Grady’s face getting red with anger, but I can’t stop myself.  This has been building up inside me for months.

 I’ve finally snapped.

“You know why?  Because I bust my ass, so I can make it to the Rangers!  I don’t need a prick like you downing me every five seconds just because you’re jealous!”

MAN! That felt good!

“I am not fucking jealous of a fucking FAG!”

Uh-oh, Grady looks way pissed.  Maybe snapping was a bad idea, especially considering I am alone with him right now. 

He rushed towards me, grabbing my shirt collar and pushing me up against something hard.  I coughed at the sudden impacted at my back. Gasping, trying to get my breath back. 

“Got any smart ass comments now, FAGGOT!”

“None that you would understand, PRICK!”

Bad idea! Bad idea, Jaycen! SHUT UP!

Grady’s arm pulled back, getting ready to punch me square in the face.  Oh, no.  This is going to hurt.  I squeezed my eyes closed, if I don’t see it coming, maybe it won’t be so bad. 

“What the hell is going on in here!? Stevens, you better put that arm down, let go and step away from Falcon!  NOW RECRUIT!”  That voice, my savior! Would it be weird if I got on my knees to thank him?  No, not that way you perv!

I opened my eyes again, just as Logan Foxer stepped into view, arms crossed over his chest, and a look in his eyes that said ‘just try and defy me.’

Grady let go immediately and stepped back.  I almost feel over with the sudden the lack of pressure holding me up.

“That’s strike two, Stevens.  One more stunt and you are out! You got that!  Now get out of my sight!”  Logan look was really angry, it’s probably there to make Stevens respect his authority.

“Yes, sir, sorry, sir.  Won’t happen again, sir.” Grady mumbled as he almost ran out of the room.  I guess he is a little afraid of Logan, interesting.  Or maybe he is just afraid to get kicked out. 

I know I would be.  

“Want to tell me what happened in here, Falcon?”  Why does he still look pissed?

“Just a miss understanding, Officer Foxer.  I kind of lost it when Stevens call me a name, and sort of egged him on when I said he’s just a….” 

“Just a…?”

I coughed, “just a jealous prick.”  I finished mumbling.  This better not mean I have a strike now too.  That would just make my day.  You could sense the sarcasm right?  Just checking.

Logan started to chuckle and then it turned to outright laughing.

I blushed, I can’t help but feel like he is laughing at me.

“Y-you did not call Stevens a jealous p-prick, did you?”  He could barely get that out he was struggling so hard not to laugh.

“As a matter of fact I did!”  I almost yelled it.  If this means I get in trouble oh well!

“Good!”  His laughter got louder when he saw the shock on my face.

“G-good?”  What is going on?

I was suddenly up against that hard surface again, with Logan pushed up against me.  The laughter was gone, but that ever present smirk remained.  “Yes, good.”  His breath brushing across my face caused me to shiver.  “Always hold your own, Falcon, whatever it takes.” 

He kissed me then, for the second time.  It was only a quick smooch really but just as earth shattering as before.  It was long enough to feel the soft warmth and taste of his lips. 

Logan backed off of me then, chuckling as a whimper escaped from my mouth. 

“Be more careful who you piss of next time, Falcon.  I am not always going to be around to help you.”  That smirk flashed brighter, and then disappeared into the angered look from before.  “As it was I could barely restrain myself from knocking his lights out.”

“That seems unnecessary.”  This attitude shocked me a little. Where was this coming from?

“It is completely necessary.  Nobody threatens what’s mine.”  Logan said low as he left the room.

Well that was weird, and interesting. I don’t know how I want to take that.  Is he talking about me or his authority?  He likes me right?  Or maybe he doesn’t want people touching me, good or bad, if he is?  But he really isn’t.  Ugh, why is this so confusing? 

[picture of Logan to the right,  so angry! hehe]

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